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starvity · 4 months

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— ☆ zb1 reacting to you asking them to teach you how to kiss

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble // warnings: kissing, teasing, some of them might be a bit suggestive?, lots of physical contact lol

author’s note: in this context you've been dating bf!jebewon for a while and haven't had your first kiss yet :D (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ jiwoong

"did you practice a lot for this?" you carefully ask jiwoong as one of his kiss scenes shows on the tv screen. he laughs nervously "why? are you jealous?" his lips curl up into a daring smirk. "not at all, i just would like to get a class from mr. kim, too" you say cheekily. "you should get into acting then." he smiles in fake sympathy and you glare at him until he scoffs at your annoyed face. "i got you, i’ll do it for free. just for you." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer until your noses touch. "first, you give them a small kiss" his actions follow his words and your face scrunches up out of shyness. "and then… well you just have to know." jiwoong's lips suddenly start to slowly move against yours.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ zhang hao

hao and you were spontaneously cuddling on a sunday morning. both of you are always too lazy to get up so you spend hours talking in each other’s arms, sometimes going back to sleep between each topic. but today you both seem a bit more touchy and eager, hands brushing against each other’s neck and waist. "can i kiss you?" he exclaims, hair messy and sleepy eyes. "but… i’ve never kissed anyone before" you admit, cheeks dusted with pink. "can i be your first?" he smiles, turning his head towards your hand that was holding his cheek to plant there a chaste kiss. you nod as he slowly leans in, taking things slow until you find a rhythm that suits you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

a casual conversation with hanbin eventually lead to the topic that you've been so preoccupied about. he is shocked when you admit that you’ve never kissed anyone and he’s looking at you with big doe eyes, wondering how someone as beautiful as you has never experienced kissing. you start to hide your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by your confession and hanbin’s eyes widen even more, if it’s even possible. "no, no, that’s okay!! sorry, i don’t want you to think i’m judging you or anything." he finally realizes how his reaction might have come out. he’ll start off with a few kisses on your cheeks, on each side and with breaks between every single one of them to look deeply into your eyes. he smiles softly before pecking your lips over and over again until you find the courage to deepen the kiss.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

you were studying with matthew as a question pops into your mind. "have you kissed anyone before?" his head perks up from your voice, a grin already starting to form on his face. "why? want me to teach you?" you can’t help the blush quickly spreading on your ears as he has seen right through your brain. "it’s not like physics" he sets his pencil down on his paper, which happened to be filled with formulas. "you just have to feel it" he explains, reassuringly taking your hands in his, dragging his chair towards yours. the first seconds are awkward, which causes him to giggle against your lips but you quickly get the hang of it as you focus on your feelings towards matthew, utter love, that is.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

"can we practice something else?" you sigh, a bit tired with how taerae has been practicing guitar and ignoring you for a few hours now. you have been craving for his attention and the romance novel you were reading did not help removing all sorts of thoughts going through your head (images of taerae’s lips against yours, that is). you blush picturing it again, completely ignoring how taerae had gotten up and how he was already hovering over you. you snap back to reality, surprised to see his face so close to yours. "you’re going to have to remove that book if you want it to happen" he chuckles, looking at how you had subconsciously put your opened book over the bottom part of your face. "i don’t know how though" you close your eyes nervously before you feel him giggle against your lips "that’s what practice is for, don’t worry."

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

ricky had gone shopping this morning and here he was doing his weekly haul on your bed, products all spread out on your bedsheets. "they had a sale on lip balms so i took some for you too. want to test them out?" he shows a teasing smile. you nod, innocently puckering your lips for him to apply it for you. your excited face becomes puzzled watching ricky applies it on himself. "this one is strawberry flavored" he mirrors you, puckering his lips. you gulp, staring at how his lips are slightly pink and shimmering. "how do i do it?" you abruptly stop before your lips can touch. "kissing, i mean" you continue, your gaze getting lost in his. ricky hums, placing a hand on your nape to pull you closer. he was wrong though, the lip balm was cherry flavored.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

gyuvin loves to nuzzle his nose in your neck, that’s an habit of his that you’ve always found so endearing. his nose is always kind of cold so he had started looking for some warmth against your skin. you were always giggling when he did it as you were a bit ticklish but today the air felt different. you feel your stomach make a 360 turn as his mouth grazes against the area connecting your neck and your shoulder. "gyuv?" he hums in response. "can you do that here? teach me." he rises his head and his eyes follow your finger which is pointing at your lips. "you’ve never done that?" he asks, eyes widening in a non-judgmental but curious way. you nod before he leans in without hesitation, immediately feeling his lips perfectly fit against yours.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

"i’m so bored" you throw your head back against the frame of the opened window, enjoying the soft breeze coming from your side. "me too but it’s so hot that i can’t seem to move much" gunwook comes up to you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh. your shift your position so you’re facing him who is now standing between your hanging legs. your hand softly brushes through his slightly damp hair which causes him to look up at you. gunwook smiles softly before hesitantly brushing his lips against yours. you awkwardly peck back his lips, eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. "sorry, do you want me to stop?" gunwook notices your scrunched up face. "i just don’t know how to kiss" you sigh, avoiding his eyes as you blush. "i’m not sure how either, but let’s learn together?" he shoots back a reassuring smile.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

you were playing the sims with yujin, finally buying your house after spending hours customising your characters. "i don’t really look like myself but that will do" you say, looking at your character closely. "that’s because you don’t have any custom content, look at my hair! that’s not me!" he complains. the night deepens as you're fully immersed into the game. "it is finally time!!" yujin announces dramatically, already giggling between each word. you look at him confused, wondering what he's up to again. you watch the screen as he selects the interaction, making both of your sims kiss. "wow, that's not fair that they are kissing before we do." you softly hit his shoulder. "do you know how?" he looks at you confused, still laughing. "no... we have to watch tutorials" you burst into a nervous fit of laughter until you suddenly feel yujin's lips brush against yours.

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talaok · 5 months

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omg that dad!pedro post gave me an idea

dad!pedro and reader trying a second baby, and when they finally get pregnant they go to a check up and find out they’re having twins, and he’d be so excited 🥹

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: ahhhh stop making me fantasize about having children im too young for that shit!!

You had made a pact after Emma,

One year. You were gonna wait at least one year before you'd grant her a sibling.

Now that promise... that promise hadn't exactly been kept. As it turns out, having a baby only made the both of you even more desperate for another one.

that's why when your daughter was only a few months old, with a simple "8 months is basically 12" murmured to your ear by your desperate husband, all promises went out the window.

And that's how only a month later, the pregnancy test came back positive.

You would have expected the second time to be less emotional, but god if you were wrong.

Pedro kissed you as long as he could, as long as his lungs allowed, while neverending tears of joy fell down your cheeks.

From then on Pedro had been just perfect, he had to take on a few more tasks with Emma, and he did so gladly, always with a smile on his face, always reminding you just how happy you were making him, just how you were making all his dreams come true, reminding you that he loved you more and more every day.

He was your biggest supporter, and not a day went by that he didn't make you fall in love with him all over again.

Today included. It was time for the first check-up, and you were terribly nervous.

Which meant he took his time calming you down, kissing you softly as he promised how "everything's gonna be alright" over and over again, until finally, you were in the gynecologist's office, lying on the table as the nurse performed the ultrasound.

All the while gripping Pedro's hand for dear life.

And it was then, when the nurse's movements on your belly stopped, when you watched her examine the screen more carefully, it was when she pulled away the device from your body completely, that your heart started beating out of your chest.

"what is it?" you asked, your voice trembling, already expecting the worst.

"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to say, I'm gonna go call the doctor" the nurse, smiled, trying to be reassuring and failing miserably

"w-what do you mean you can't say? What is it? Is it bad?"

But all she could do was shake her head slightly, answering "I'll be right back, Let me go call the doctor"

The moment the door clicked behind her, the moment you were alone, tears started filling your eyes as your brain filled with images of all that was inevitably gonna happen.

"hey, hey, hey" Pedro cooed, noticing your reaction "it's ok"

"no it's not" you whimpered "There's something wrong"

"no there isn't" he promised, stroking your cheek "Nothing's wrong, I'm sure it's nothing, I'm sure she went to call the doctor so that he can tell us that we've got the most perfect baby in the word"

"Baby..." you murmured, melting into his touch "You know that's not true, I-I must have done something wrong- I-"

"don't you even think something like that sugar" he shook his head, crouching down to be at your level "You are the most amazing mother anyone could ask for, you did absolutely nothing wrong, I promise"

"I-I don't kno-"

But before you could finish the sentence, the doctor had entered, with the nurse right behind him.

"good morning, if you don't mind I would like to take a look myself"

And with a shy nod from your part, that cold instrument was on you again, while the tall, white-haired man looked attentively at the screen.

"yes" he murmured to himself "yes it seems so"

"w-what?" you couldn't stop yourself from asking, squeezing Pedro's hand tighter

"yeah, what?" he joined

"well" the man cleared his that, checking the monitor once again "the ecograph is picking up two heartbeats"

Your heart sank,

Your baby has two hearts? You haven't even seen that on greys anatomy

"W-what do you mean two heartbeats?"

A soft smile now ghosted his features as he saw the worry on your face "Oh sorry" he apologized "I meant to say that you're having twins"

And just like that, your heart was racing again, actually not racing, it was going as fast as the fucking speed of light.

Your hearing became muffled and your mouth fell open as you turned to your left, finding in Pedro's eyes all your surprise and excitement perfectly mirrored.

His eyes were glimmering, and his lips were turned into one of the biggest smiles you'd ever seen, the same one he had on the day he proposed, on your wedding day, the day that Emma was born, and now... now the day you found out you were gonna have two beautiful babies at once.

"w-we-" you stuttered, gripping his hand and forgetting all about the company you had in the room as you got lost in his eyes

"we're having twins" he laughed, not able to stop himself from kissing you "We're having twins" he repeated "We're having twins sweetheart" he breathed once again, looking into your eyes

"god I love you so much"

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tigertales9 · 9 months

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Déjà vu

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: Joe's calf injury at the start of training camp gives you a sense of déjà vu

Time/Place: July 27, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: Took me a minute to write something about the injury b/c I needed to know he was okay first. Let's continue to manifest good vibes for him, y'all 🙌

Here's the follow-up - Déjà vu II

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You step off the treadmill in your home gym as it slows to a stop, grabbing your water bottle and guzzling half of it before dropping onto the floor to do some stretching; you're most of the way through your cool-down routine when your phone rings. You hop up and grab it, your brow furrowing when you see who's calling.

"Hey Sam," you greet. "What's up?"

"Hey Y/n," he mumbles. "Listen, I have something to tell you, but I don't want you to panic."

"What's going on?" you sputter. "Is it Joe?"

"Yeah, he tweaked his calf in practice today. I guess you haven't seen the video yet?"

You feel like you've been punched in the gut as you quickly sit on the weight bench. "I haven't seen the video," you whisper. "How bad is it?"

"We don't know yet. He's in the training room right now with the trainers and team docs. They'll have to do some imaging to determine the severity, but it seems like it's not crazy bad."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, he'll prob miss camp, but there's a chance he'll be ready for the season."

You feel silent tears start rolling down your cheeks; you take a deep breath before responding. "Why does this keep happening to him?"

"I don't know," Sam sighs. "He sure as hell doesn't deserve it, but he's strong as hell. He'll get through this like he always does."

"Thanks for calling me," you sniff, trying to fight back the tears before they can take over.

"You're welcome. Joe asked me to call so you wouldn't see the damn video and panic. He'll call you as soon as he gets a chance."

"I appreciate it, Sam."

You set your phone down and stare at your feet for a second, watching your tears drop onto the floor before angrily swiping them away. You take several deep breaths to get your emotions under control before grabbing your phone and doing a search for 'Joe Burrow injury'. You feel a wave of nausea as you watch him pull up and hop several steps before hitting the ground in a somewhat controlled collapse; you rewind and watch it several times trying to figure out what happened, your heart sinking every time as he plops onto the cart to be whisked away.

You eventually stand up and head for the stairs, wanting to hurry up and shower before Joe calls. You turn your face up into the stream of warm water cascading from the shower head, your hot tears joining the moisture streaming down your face. "Fucking déjà vu," you mumble, quickly scrubbing yourself clean before drying off and pulling on a pair of panties and one of Joe's t-shirts that hits you mid-thigh.

Once back downstairs you're a ball of nervous energy, not knowing what you should do; you consider your options for a minute before pouring a glass of rosé and taking a couple of hearty gulps as you grab your phone. You call Joe's mom to let her know the news, both of you getting emotional before pulling it together. You promise to keep her updated before ending the call.

You take a couple more sips of the cold wine as you look around the kitchen. "I gotta do something. I need a distraction," you mutter, opening the pantry to check ingredients. "No pumpkin puree," you sigh, crossing pumpkin pie off the list of options for distraction baking. You continue to rummage until you settle on brownies. "They can't be plain brownies, though," you mumble under your breath, frantically digging in every corner of your pantry for something to add to make them special. "I don't have shit!" you wail, dropping to your knees in the kitchen floor and crying for several minutes until inspiration hits.

You immediately peel yourself off the floor and run to the candy jar, your bloodshot eyes lighting up at the sight of several Reese's peanut butter cups. "Fuck yes!" you shriek, catching sight of your reflection in the kitchen window. "Simmer down," you whisper to yourself, a little appalled at how unhinged you look. "You're making brownies not negotiating world peace."

You stay just a little on edge as you whip up a batch of brownies, chopping the peanut butter cups and folding them into the decadent batter, popping them in the oven just as your phone rings. You snatch it up, your pulse pounding when you see it's Joe calling.

"Are you okay?" you blurt, your voice giving away every single fear coursing through you.

"I'm fine, baby," he soothes. "Sorry I couldn't call you sooner."

"How bad is it?"

"They're not sure. It's maybe a grade 1 or 2 strain. They'll need to do more imaging to know. I'm gonna be fine, though." The silence stretches out for a few seconds before he speaks up again. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you lie. "What sounds good for dinner?"

"I've had a couple protein bars so maybe just a sandwich? Do we have some of that pasta salad left?"

"Yeah. How about a club sandwich and pasta salad?" you ask, not mentioning the brownies.

"Sounds great, I'll be home by 8:00."

"Love you," you whisper, biting your lip hard to keep from crying.

"Love you, too."

You send a text to Joe's mom to give her a quick update before checking on the brownies, the delicious smell that hits you as you crack the oven open putting the tiniest smile on your face. You drum your fingers against the quartz countertop as you countdown the minutes until the brownies are done. "Gotta do something else," you mutter, eventually deciding to make a salted caramel sauce to drizzle over the brownies.

Twenty-five minutes later you hear the garage door open; you throw your caramel-coated whisk down on the spoon rest and hurry to greet Joe, tears welling in your eyes when you see him limping a bit. "It's bad, isn't it?" you whisper, wrapping him in a tight hug as tears start streaming down your cheeks. "It's not that bad," he promises, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. He smiles as you look up at him. "It's déjà vu though, right?" he continues, his gorgeous smile breaking your heart a little. "Yeah," you mutter. "It could've been way worse," he states. "I dodged a bullet."

One thing about Joe is that he refuses to feel sorry for himself; no matter how many times he suffers a setback, his positive attitude and mental toughness stay fully intact. It's one of the "intangibles" that the talking heads constantly refer to when singing his praises.

You think back to his devastating knee injury his rookie season in the NFL; you'd been absolutely distraught when it happened, locking yourself in the bathroom and crying in the shower so you wouldn't burden him with your sadness. After a few days of this he finally sat you down and opened up to you. You close your eyes as you remember the conversation …

"I know we haven't really talked about the injury," Joe said, "everything's been kinda crazy since it happened." You nodded your head and looked at your feet as he continued. "Listen, I'm super lucky this is just a season-ending injury and not career-ending. Football is a brutal sport; guys go down all the time with horrible injuries."

"But why did it have to be you?"

"Why not me?" he asked, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "I'm not special."

"You're special to me," you sniffed, your bottom lip trembling as you tried not to cry harder. He pressed a quick kiss on your lips before responding. "I know I'm special to you, baby, but the game doesn't play favorites. It's a setback for real," he continued, giving you a reassuring smile, "but I'm gonna come back better than ever, okay? I promise."

And he did come back better than ever, you think with a smile. He rehabbed the knee like a man possessed to be ready for week one, then went on to win Comeback Player of the Year after taking his team all the way to the Super Bowl wearing a gigantic knee brace. To say you were proud of him would be the understatement of the century.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling you back to the present.

"Déjà vu … like you said" you answer. "The damn knee, the damn appendix and now this."

"At least the injuries are getting less serious," he grins. "Maybe next year it'll be a hangnail." You smile against his lips as he kisses you. "Do I smell brownies," he asks, lifting his head to sniff the air. "Yes," you giggle, following him as he gingerly walks into the kitchen, his eyes going wide when he sees the pan of brownies. "Should I just get a spoon and dig in?" he asks, hovering his face about an inch above the gooey confections while inhaling their aroma. "No, sir," you scold. "You need to have your dinner before dessert."

He turns around and hits you with a pouty look so powerful it could probably bring about world peace. "Just one before dinner?" he pleads, batting his long lashes when you roll your eyes. "Has anyone ever said no to this face?" you ask, pinching a cheek while he grins. "No, ma'am," he answers. "And I'm not about to start now," you admit, quickly cutting him a brownie and drizzling caramel sauce over it. He takes a bite, his eyes rolling back in his head as he chews. "Delicious! What's in it?" he asks after swallowing, taking an even bigger bite as you answer. "Peanut butter cups."

"Oh my God," he mutters, taking another bite. "This is my new fav."

"Glad you like it. Now, what do we need to do about that calf?"

"Oh yeah, we need to ice it -- 20 minutes on and off for the first 48 hours -- plus compression, elevation and over-the-counter pain meds as needed."

"Okay, let's go," you state, shooing him toward the living room; you get him settled on the sofa and pull the ottoman over, placing a pillow on top before helping him situate his leg on it. "Be right back with an ice pack," you say before heading for the kitchen. You come back a few minutes later and place the ice pack under his sore calf -- which is still sporting the black compression sleeve -- watching his face for signs of discomfort. "You want some ibuprofen?" you ask. "Nah. It doesn't hurt that bad."

"Good. I'm gonna go get your dinner ready." You take a couple steps toward the kitchen before spinning back around. "Have you called your mom?"

"I texted her."

"You need to call her, Joe. She won't relax until she hears your voice."

He cuts his eyes at you as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. "No wonder she likes you more than me," he grumbles, laughing when you flip him off.

~ ~ ~ a few days later ~ ~ ~

You squirt a hearty dab of toothpaste onto your brush and go to town on your teeth, trying to scour away all of the spicy, garlicky goodness from your cajun fettuccine dinner; you cut a glance over at Joe as you watch him do the same, both of you spitting, rinsing and gargling with mouthwash at the same time. "If synchronized gargling was an Olympic sport," he chuckles. "We'd def win gold." You smile at him as you reach for your moisturizer, your eyebrows heading for your hairline when he gives you a naughty wink before exiting the bathroom. You quickly finish your skincare regimen, cutting the bathroom light off before walking into the bedroom.

Joe is sprawled on the bed butt naked, the look on his face speaking volumes as you approach. "I know you wanted to be super careful with my leg, but it's feeling much better now. It's been forever since we had sex," he pouts.

"It's been a few days, horndog," you chuckle, your gaze raking over his beautiful body as he continues to plead his case.

"I lifted weights with the guys earlier today and it was just fine."

"But that was upper body," you state. "Sex is gonna be more lower body. We shouldn't risk it."

"Just get on top and do all the work," he orders, giving you a filthy grin.

"Boy, please," you chuckle. "Anytime I'm on top it feels like I'm riding a bucking bronco at the rodeo. No way you can be still."

"Mmmm, that reminds me. You still have that cowboy hat?"

"Yeah."

"Remember when I positioned that armchair in front of the full-length mirror?" he nods at one of the plush armchairs in the sitting area of your master bedroom.

"Mmm-hmm," you mutter, biting your lip as the erotic memory floods your senses : you -- wearing only a black cowboy hat and a sultry smile -- sitting reverse cowgirl on Joe's lap facing the mirror, your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick thighs. He made you cum twice playing with your nipples and clit, dipping his long fingers inside your aching core just enough to make you beg for more before pulling back and teasing you, his usually pale eyes dark with lust as he watched you in the mirror.

A jolt of heat sizzles through you when you remember how turned on you were at the sight of his big hands pleasuring you, at the feel of his lips and tongue on your sensitive neck. And that was just the appetizer. The main course was him slowly impaling you on his thick cock, his husky voice in your ear sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine as you started to ride him -- slowly at first then gaining speed -- your and his eyes both glued to the sight of your bouncing breasts and the even more erotic sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside you. His hands on your waist as your third climax hit helped keep the rhythm steady as you came apart, throwing your head back and moaning his name as he continued to thrust into you, his own climax hitting a few heartbeats later. When you finally managed to catch your breath, you lifted your head and locked eyes with him in the mirror, giving a bemused chuckle at the fact that he somehow ended up wearing the cowboy hat plus a very cocky grin.

Joe loudly clearing his throat pulls you back from memory lane; you focus your gaze on him, noting he's wearing the same cocky grin from your fevered imaginings sans cowboy hat.

"You were thinking about it, weren't you?" he asks, his voice loaded with that husky tone that always makes your toes curl.

"Yeah," you admit, flicking a glance down at his erection. "Looks like I wasn't the only one." -- If there's anything in the universe hotter than this man butt naked and fully erect, you haven't seen it. You give him a slow once-over, a twinge of unease hitting you as you look at the therapeutic compression sleeve on his calf.

"Don't overthink it," Joe orders, easily reading you.

You shift your gaze from Joe's calf to his face. "What if I hurt you?"

"You're not gonna hurt me, baby," he soothes. "Besides," he continues, gesturing at his erection. "We can't turn back now. One of us is gonna have to handle this, and I'm really hoping it's you."

You give a nod before stripping your t-shirt off and crawling between his legs, being super careful to avoid his hurt calf as you get settled. You flatten your tongue against his shaft and work your way up, tracing a prominent vein all the way to the tip before swirling your tongue over his plum-shaped head, sucking lightly as he fists his hands in your hair and … aggressively thrusts his hips up. "Don't move!" you order, throwing a glance over your shoulder at his hurt leg before getting back to work. This same scenario plays out a few more times before you sit back on your heels, spit and precum coating your chin and a pissed-off look on your face.

"I'm moving my hips not my leg," he argues. "If you were watching it happen you'd realize that." You give him a skeptical look as he makes a hand gesture. "Flip around," he urges. "Then you can look directly at my leg."

"Flip around?"

"Sixty-nine," he states.

You narrow your eyes at him. "You just want me to sit on your face."

"Well duh," he chuckles, "but you'll be able to look directly at my calf instead of whiplashing your head around when I make the tiniest movements."

You chew on your lip for a minute before sliding your panties off, your already throbbing core approaching nuclear meltdown as Joe licks his lips in anticipation; you sling a leg over his waist intending to gently work your way back, a surprised squeal escaping your lips when he grabs your hips and tugs you toward his face, his tongue immediately buried in your slit as you try to regain your balance. "Careful," you breathe, giving one last look at his injured calf before taking him deep, your whimpers and moans tickling his cock in a way that has him cumming well before you, his big hands holding you in place as he continues to pleasure you until you follow him over the edge.

You roll off of Joe (away from the bad leg) and stare at the ceiling, gasping for breath for several minutes before speaking up. "Is your leg okay?"

"It's fine, babe," he pants, reaching a hand out to pat your leg.

You eventually ease off the bed and head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before bringing a damp cloth out to clean Joe up, snuggling against him when you're done.

Several minutes pass with only the sound of the ceiling fan before Joe speaks up. "Sooo, as soon as my calf is fully healed, I think we need to do the whole armchair, mirror, cowboy hat thing again."

"I agree," you whisper, pressing a kiss on his chest.

"At least that gives me something to look forward to," he muses.

You lift your head up and lock eyes with him. "Getting back on the football field is something to look forward to, right?"

"Sure," he admits. "But it's def not as exciting as watching you ride me reverse cowgirl in a mirror."

"Yee-haw," you chuckle, pressing another kiss on his chest before snuggling against him, smiling to yourself as he pulls you close.

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mangowafflesss · 11 months

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Could you do something with the reader with pretty heavy facial scarring (you could do burns or cuts ) and they hear a couple of guys making fun of them and usually doesn't bother them but they've been having a really shitty day and the CoD boys trying to cheer them up! <33

CW: Talks about scars and insecurities, everything is made up and everything said is not canon <3 Wholesome fluff

It had taken you years to finally accept that the scars on your face were never going to go away so you decided it was not worth hiding them behind some mask. It’s been a couple of years ever since you’ve felt comfortable in your own skin and embraced the ugly scars that ran over your face.

You had the absolute pleasure of training some recruits and it was exhausting, none of them listening and being absolute idiots. You didn’t get much sleep last night and right now all you wanted to do was choke them out. When the session ended you dismissed everyone with great excitement and headed out to leave.

As you were walking you heard the voices of an oblivious group of recruits, you stopped to listen and your heart dropped.

“Did you see their face, it’s disgusting”

“I know right if that was me I wouldn’t set foot out of my house”

You heard them laugh and continue to make fun of your scarred face and it tug a cord so deep inside of you that it physically pained you.

The tears started to well in your eyes and you ran as fast as you could past anyone near you. You headed towards your dorm and locked yourself away not caring that you still had responsibilities for the day.

You knew it was stupid to get upset over it but you just weren’t in the mood to be dealing with your image right now.

You dug through the bottoms of your drawers and pulled out the mask that you were grown so accustomed to. Sliding it over your head you relaxed as you felt it press against the ugliest part of your body. The tears soon soaked through but you didn’t care as you silently sobbed on the floor next to your bed.

“Where's Y/N?” Soap asks the group as they gather together for dinner time.

“No idea, haven't seen them all day, have you, Captain?”

“They were in charge of the recruits today but now I think of it they didn’t come see me afterwards” Price thinks back to his day and confirms that you definitely didn’t see him.

“Ghost, you seen em?”

“No. Maybe they’ll show up here”

When you don't show up for your dinner the boys get confused and worried as to where you have gone. Walking together they stop off by your dorm first just in case you have fallen ill.

Price knocks on the door and presses his ear against it checking for any movement inside.

You heard the knock but stayed as still as possible begging in your mind for whoever it was to just go away. But as you stop breathing for a second your throat lets out an unwanted noise alerting the men on the other side of your presence.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” Price asks through the door but you don’t say anything back.

“C’mon we know ye in there” Soap yells as he also pressed his ear up against the door.

“Well break the door down” Ghost's voice was heard now and you immediately got up because you know he’s serious.

When you opened the door with a little more force than you wanted, Soaps body toppled inside making you let out an irritated huff.

“What do you want”

“You didn’t show up for dinner” Gaz says holding a bag of some leftover food.

They all noticed the mask but didn’t say anything about it until they were inside of your room.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course why wouldn’t I be?” Your voice cracked at that and tears threatened to spill yet again. But when you saw the concerned eyes of the others your heart broke and they flooded down your masked cheeks.

“Oh kiddo, what’s really up”

You sat on your bed and ripped off your mask which shows the damp skin underneath “This!” You point to your face and then hide behind your hands while the tears continue.

“What? Your face?”

“Yes Soap my face!”

You felt the bed dip in different directions and then hands wrapped around you “There’s nothing wrong with your face”

“You’ve never cared before so obviously something happened”

You took a deep breath in while nestling into their holds and sighed “Just some recruits said some shit, it’s stupid really”

There was a moment of silence between all of you until you felt someone move away. Ghost sat in front of you without his mask and tried to give you a smile “You know you’re braver than me, I still hide behind my silly mask” you huff a laugh and go back to frowning.

Another person moved and you turned to look and your Captain looked at you with teary eyes “This is why I’ve never been shirtless around you lot” a massive scar runs across his torso, the jagged lines making it look sharp.

“Captain… you didn’t have to show us if you don’t want to”

“No it’s okay”

The remaining pair unlatch their arms from you in sync and both stop. “Together?” Soap says and Gaz just nods.

“Guys you really don’t have-” you were shut up with a finger to your lips.

You first saw Gaz lift his shirt while Soap pulled down his trousers “Woah Soap PG please”

“A girl I was dating called my burn ugly and I never wore shorts after that moment”

“I’ve always hid this just like you Captain, even though it’s on my back I just feel like people can see it and are laughing”

You bring everyone into a hug and crush them with your weight “I’m so proud of you guys” some of them shook as they cried silently against one another and so did you at how much they’ve hid as they were disgusted by their own scars.

“Why don’t we spend the rest of the evening together and away from everyone, how does that sound?”

“Fuck yeah Captain!”

“We could watch that new movie I downloaded the other day” Gaz suggests and you all get up off the bed to get into a comfy position to watch the film “Well get a move on Garrick we don’t have all day” the sergeant rushes off into the other dorm and comes back in with a laptop in hand.

“I hope you enjoy romance”

“Oh fuck off”

#captain john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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I haven't seen it yet but I've thought about it some times: Eddie (with plus size reader, bc I'm a big girl and I'd really just love to picture myself with him more clearly) where reader tells him she's pregnant (after they're both finished with HS some time), Eddie being a super supportive boyfriend during the pregnancy, all excited, even reads magazines and articles and books about it all and just being super happy and crying when the baby is born 🥺 and always so supportive and reassuring when reader has intense body image issues especially after giving birth. I would LOVE it if you're willing to write something like that 💛

He seems to be such a big softie and I imagine that he'd be an amazing father. Teaching his kids to play the guitar or literally any instrument, jamming out with them playfully to Metallica, draping his Dio vest around them and all that. Ugh. My heart. 😭🥺 sure he'd be scared to become like his own father but deep down we all know that will never happen and reader would always reassure him that he's doing a splendid job at being a dad 💛

AN | We have some baby daddy Eddie because…he’s the best and why not. Maybe, if y’all want we can do more dad Eddie 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You weren’t stupid.

You were a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. So when you started throwing up in the mornings, starting feeling nauseous, and experienced way too many emotions all at once, you knew something was up. That and the fact that your period was late….for the second month in a row. The first month you were willing to chalk up to stress; you were months away from finishing college and the reality that life was going to change again was enough to make you worry. But two months was worrisome. It hadn’t happened before. Shit.

It was the early ‘90s and while science had come a long way, part of you still didn’t want to believe the results on the little plastic stick in your hand. Maybe it was a false positive…but no. That combined with everything told you that it definitely wasn’t false.

“Shit,” you tossed the small plastic stick into the sink with a groan. You studied your reflection and shook your head at your teary eyed mirror self. Well. At least you had beaten teen pregnancy, although not by much. And at least you were almost finished with college - you wouldn’t be super far along by the time you were. And then you could have your baby and eventually find a job and then it would - stop. You were getting way too ahead of yourself. You didn’t even positively know you were pregnant. Not until you went to the doctor. And then there were still other options.

Fuck.

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“Hey space cadet,” Eddie laughed lightly as he waved his hand in front of your face, “you with me?”

“Huh?” you blinked a few times to get rid of the bleariness from your eyes before turning your attention to him. You were sitting on the couch, watching a movie after dinner. Well, he was watching, and you were panicking. But Eddie knew something was up; you weren’t curled into his side as you normally would be. You were on the other side and hunched into yourself with a blanket expression on your face, “y-yeah. ‘s all fine, love.”

“What’s wrong?” he wasn’t buying it in the slightest, “babe.”

“Nothing.”

“You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I’m fine.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not-”

“You are too!”

“I’m pregnant,” those two little words, ones with enormous weight behind them, spilled from your lips before you could think about it. Eddie recoiled from how he’d been leaning towards you, his eyes narrowing in confusion, “I-I think. I, umm…I took a test today and it was positive.”

“Pregnant,” he repeated as you slowly nodded, eyes welling up with fresh tears, “wow.”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” it was instinctive to deflect and apologize, despite the fact that you weren’t at fault, “I didn’t mean to…the condom must have broken or something.”

“Angel, why are you apologizing?”

“B-because?” he reached over and gently brushed away the tears that had fallen from your eyes, “I’m the one that’s pregnant. It’s my fault.”

“Absolutely not,” he took your chin in his and turned your face to his, “last time I checked it takes two for you to get pregnant. So, you know, that’s at least half my fault, but nobody’s at fault. It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out.”

“Eddie,” you pulled his hand and huffed, “this is a baby we’re talking about, not just a decision like what we want for dinner or what concert we’re going to next. This is a huge thing. Like…whatever we do will change our lives forever.”

“I know,” he put his hands on your thighs and urged you closer to his warm frame. You hesitated for a moment before relaxing and shuffling over so he could pull you into his lap. A singular look into his big, soft brown eyes had you crying you again, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to stifle your cries. Eddie made a small sound before he wrapped his arms tightly around you as you buried your face into his chest, “I know, babe. Let it all out, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” it was a muffled whimper against his neck.

“Because we’ve got each other,” a kiss was pressed to the side of your head, “and whatever you want to do, you’ll always have my full support. But look at this way - you’re just about done with school and I know you, my smart girl, will make it happen no matter what. I’ve got a decent job and with that and gigs we’re okay on money. We have our own place and we can turn the extra office and practice room into a nursery.”

“Eddie,” you turned and looked at him with a small, teary smile, “why do you always know what to say?”

“‘Cause I’m your boyfriend, duh,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, not minding the salty taste of your tears, “and I love you. Always.”

“What if I…what if I want to have an abortion?” you asked and his expression didn’t falter.

“Then that’s what you’ll do,” he stated simply, “it’s your body, your choice. I’ll be with you no matter what. And if you decide we want to wait to have little nuggets until way later that’s cool too.”

“Stop being so wonderful,” he took your face tenderly in his face before resting his forehead against yours. You knew - you’d always known - that he was the only man that you could ever imagine loving so fully and deeply, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you,” it was a soft whisper, barely audible but it still warmed your whole body, “we’ll figure this out, I swear.”

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“Quit staring weirdo,” you hadn’t even checked to see if he was looking, but you could feel his intense stare on you regardless. You turned out of the closet and found him leaning against the doorframe, a cheeky smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest, “Eds.”

“Can’t help it,” he grinned, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Ugh,” you teasingly groaned, “such a sap. I don’t feel so beautiful right now…more like a giant beach ball.”

It was about halfway through your pregnancy and you were definitely feeling very pregnant these days. You’d started to show but it was like overnight you had grown a much larger bump which caused you to spiral. Suddenly it all seemed so overwhelming; you were going to have a small human to take care of, you still needed to finish the nursery, and you hadn’t even thought about getting a job after having the baby and none of your pants fit right and it was everything all at once. But all your worries and fears had subsided as soon as Eddie had wrapped you up in his arms and promised that everything would work out.

“Well, you are a beautiful beach ball,” he snorted in amusement as you glowered at him. He held up his hands in mock surrender before coming over to and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m kidding, babe. You’re even more beautiful than the day we met, and now you’re growing our kid? That’s pretty fucking metal and makes you that much more beautiful.”

“This kid’s already got you wrapped around their little finger, don’t they?” he grinned and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, “and their mom does too. Babe, did you know that the baby’s like the size of an ear of corn now?”

“Corn?” you grinned and he nodded eagerly, his curls bouncing roguishly, “that’s interesting. Let’s hope it comes out as a human and not a vegetable…or fruit. How did you know that?”

“You’re the one doing the hard work so I figured I gotta pull my pre-dad weight and do the behind the scenes stuff!” oh. You were absolutely and wholly in love with this man. Tears welled up in your eyes and pearled down your cheeks, causing you to sniffle, "oh no, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry. Was it something I said? Did?"

“N-no,” you shook your head and clung onto him tighter, “I mean yes…but no. ‘m just all sorts of emotional these days. You are just so…wonderful. I love you so much.”

“Oh,” his cheeks flushed a pretty pastel pink as you peppered kisses all over his face, “I love you. I just…I want to support you every way I can, you know? You’re the one doing the hardest work of all and I feel like I’m here doing nothing.”

“You’re so wrong, Eddie Munson,” you took his face in your hands and looked at him with the softest look on your face, “you’ve been so good to me this whole time; you’ve been there for me through everything. You’ve taken care of me and looked up and done so many things to make this whole pregnancy better. I don’t think I could have survived it without you. You’re going to be a great dad, Eds. You already are.”

“I’m going to try,” he promised, “I’m going to give this baby everything I never had. I want them to have all the love in the world. You and the baby.”

“I already do,” it was a soft promise that caused his heart to feel like it was full to bursting, “and so do they. You know, if I had to choose anyone in the world to be my baby daddy, I’m glad it turned out to be you.”

“Baby daddy?” dark brows rose in amusement and almost disappeared into his hairline.

“Yeah,” you answered simply as you turned back to the closet in a desperate attempt to find something decent and comfortable to wear, “we’re not married so you’re my baby daddy.”

“Not married yet.”

“Oh? You gonna marry me, Munson?”

“Duh, baby,” his smile was so large that it seemed magical, “I’ve been planning that since the day I met you.”

“You’re a real romantic, you know that?”

‘Only for you,” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting a hand on your belly, “and for the nugget.”

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You had been right of course. Eddie had been smitten with your son from the moment he was born and he’d first held him in his arms.

Jamie ended up being a little mini-me version of his father with those same big brown doe eyes and unruly brown curls. There was no denying that it was his son; not that he would ever want that. He was obsessed with his son, just as he was with you. The best things to ever happen he often claimed. You felt the same, naturally.

And with every passing day, he proved just how wonderful of a father he was. The best of course, just like you knew he would be. And he'd helped you through so many issues, including all the bad thoughts you let seep in about your body during and after your pregnancy. He was patient and kind, and made you feel so incredibly beautiful and loved. Which you were, of course.

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“Where are my boys?” It had been a long day of work for you and there had been nothing you wanted more than to come home and pile up with the two of them and get all of the cuddles. You set your bag down but heard no response. Just before you could call out to them again, you heard a hushed voice and some soft music coming from down the hallway. You followed the sounds and peeked through the open door to Jamie’s room. Not surprisingly you found the two of them together, Eddie with his guitar in his hand and his clone sitting across from him, draped in Eddie’s entirely too big jean jacket. You pushed the door open gently to keep from startling either of them, “there you are, my loves!”

“Mommy,” your son was up and padded over to you as best as he could before wrapping his little arms around your legs. You instantly softened and leaned and gently ruffle through his dark mop of curls, “missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Eddie was practically beaming from his spot on the floor, setting aside his guitar to come over to you. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to your lips, sighed softly when he saw how sweetly you were looking at him.

“I missed both of my boys so very much.”

“Up,” the little one turned to you and extended his little arms up to you with an eager expression on his face, “mommy!”

“Sorry bud,” before he could protest, Eddie had scooped him up in his arms and settled him on his hip. Jamie pouted, a trait that was so reminiscent of his father, and looked between the two of you, “mommy can’t pick you up right now, you’re too big.”

“But you pick me up,” he protested with a little huff, “I want mommy.”

“Mommy can’t pick you up because she’s growing your sister,” Eddie explained softly, as he had on several other occasions. You weren’t sure if he just didn’t understand the concept of you being pregnant and him getting a little sister or if he willfully chose to ignore that little fact, “and I’m not so you’re stuck with daddy for now.”

“Okay,” he leaned his head on Eddie’s shoulder as you chuckled in amusement, “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too bud,” he promised, “you getting tired?”

“‘m not,” a weak little protest.

“How about a nap before dinner?” you suggested softly, “and then after dinner we can watch a movie?”

“Fine,” a dramatic sigh escaped his lips. This was undoubtedly Eddie Munson’s son, “can we please have chicken nuggies for dinner?”

“I think we can make that happen baby,” you promised, motioning for Eddie to put him in his bed. He was so tender as he tucked the young boy in, smoothing over his hair before kissing his forehead.

“I’ll see you in a little while bud,” he turned to you and kissed you before gently rubbing your still small bump, “let me know if you need any help.”

“I’ve got him,” you grinned, “I’ll be out in a few and if it’s longer than that, I fell asleep and need you to come and rescue me.”

“I can do that, princess.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“You’re the most metal ever!”

“Yeah?” he asked as Jamie nodded eagerly, “so are you, kid.”

You exchanged a look with Eddie and his whole face was lit up, and he felt like he was going to melt into a puddle with all the love he held for the two of you. Three, he reminded himself, soon to be a family of four, “I think you’re pretty metal too, babe.”

“We make a pretty metal family!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 11 months

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Hey, I know that i've already asked agood amount of hc but could you please make an hc for retsu, musashi, mumon, sukune and jun with an S/O that was almost killed by someone like their enemy or something (like a very graphic and bloody injuries that are basically exposing the bone or the whole body is basically fully bruised) but they get to the hospital and they are in a coma and they wake up after 3 to 6 months or so moments before their S/O is umpluged from the life support and everyone thought that they were basically dead.I would like to know about their thoughts, feelings and plans after they thought they were going to lose their S/O and their plans for the future, also what they would do the person and how would they react to their S/O coming back and some aftermate.

Thanks for having the patience to deal with so many asks.

Heres a kiss for my FWACCOF(Favorite Writer And Content Creator Of Tumblr)

P.S.(I know that this kind of reads "fuck off" but I liked the acronym so I'll let it stay)

Hope you have a nice second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year/life/eternety.

Situation: Baki's men's train of thought when an enemy attacks their S/O. / Tren de pensamiento de los hombres de Baki cuando un enemigo ataca a su S/O.

Characters: Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Mumon Katsuragi and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevaru.

"These months have been exhausting without them, so stressful how everyone seems to go on with their lives while I feel lost because they didn't react, but they have finally come to their senses. They have opened their eyes and looked at me after so long, I really missed those beautiful eyes.

Who could even think of hurting you, mi amor? What kind of monster could hurt you, mi ángel?

I must make sure that your house is protected so that this incident does not happen again. A couple of my men could regularly hang around there just to keep the perimeter clear, I'll be with them anyway so I can protect them. Oh how I've missed you…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"It's ridiculous to take it out on someone who can't defend themselves, what logic is there in attacking others when the target is me? The discomfort in my chest hasn't disappeared since they were attacked a couple of months ago, now that they woke up I felt less… Uncomfortable, but that feeling is still there.

Is it some kind of desire for revenge? Revenge doesn't taste so bitter, besides, I'm satisfied when I use my katanas on the offender. I don't understand what happens.

I don't understand how they are still here either, their slow breathing and their lack of mobility during these months only gave me an image of what I thought was the future, I don't know how they managed to come back to life, but I will stay with them until they can explain it to me…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"They opened their eyes, heaven has finally heard my pleas, maybe God got tired of hearing me cry at night to get them back to me. I stopped myself, I wanted to jump on them and kiss them as if I hadn't seen them in years, but I I held back; her condition is delicate and I must be careful.

The doctors haven't stopped talking about her treatment and diet from now on, that old cookbook I found at her house should help me a bit. They probably don't mind me staying at their apartment, I spend most of my time there and they need help right now.

I have to go home before them, I have to clean and change the sheets so they can rest as soon as they get out of the hospital, maybe they want to eat something after a long time? Probably, I'll take care of bringing today's dinner so that I can regain my strength after all these months…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"They are fine, they are fine, they have finally woken up and just in time, just when I lost hope of one day being able to see their eyes looking at me once more. If only I had been by their side when they needed me most, maybe if would have paid more attention to their surroundings they would not be here, they would not have suffered as they did.

The wounds have healed, but they need therapy and periodic checkups to make sure they are better. Maybe I should ask them to move in with me so that I can take care of them properly during all the remaining time of recovery and therapies, that would also allow me to be around for them when they need to do something and their injuries do not allow it.

A good diet is also vital, it could supply the pantry with foods rich in vitamins and nutrients, meat and fish, reduce sugar and bad substances for a period of time. The tea is medicinal, surely they will manage to calm your discomfort and help you sleep. I should take out the inflatable bed and offer them my bed, the important thing is that they are comfortable and rested…"

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

"Estos meses han sido agotadores sin ti, tan estresante como todos parecen seguir sus vidas mientras yo me siento perdido porque tu no reaccionas, pero finalmente has vuelto. Al fin abriste los ojos y me miraste después de tanto tiempo, realmente extrañaba esos hermosos ojos.

¿Quién podría siquiera pensar en hacerte daño, mi amor? ¿Qué clase de monstruo podría lastimarte a ti, mi ángel?

Debo asegurarme de que tu casa esté protegida para que este incidente no se repita. Un par de mis hombres podrían pasearse regularmente por allí solo para mantener el perímetro libre, de todas formas estaré junto a ti, así que puedo protegerte. Oh, como te he extrañado…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"Es ridículo desquitarse con quien no puede defenderse, ¿Qué lógica existe en atacar a otros cuando el objetivo soy yo? La incomodidad en mi pecho no ha desaparecido desde que fue atacado hace un par de meses, ahora que despertó me he sentido menos… Incómodo, pero ese sentimiento sigue allí.

¿Será alguna clase de deseo de venganza? La venganza no tiene este sabor tan amargo, además, quede satisfecho cuando use mis catanas en el causante. No entiendo que sucede.

Tampoco entiendo como sigue aquí, sus lentas respiraciones y su falta de movilidad durante estos meses solo me dieron una imagen de lo que creía era el futuro, no sé cómo logro regresar a la vida, pero me quedaré a su lado hasta que pueda explicármelo…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Abrió los ojos, el cielo al fin ha escuchado mis súplicas, quizá Dios se cansó de escucharme llorar por las noches para que me lo devuelvan. Me contuve, quise saltar sobre el y besarles como si no le hubiera visto en años, pero me contuve; su estado es delicado y debo tener cuidado.

Los doctores no han parado de hablar sobre el tratamiento y la dieta que debe seguir de ahora en adelante, ese viejo libro de cocina que encontré en su casa debería ayudarme un poco. Probablemente no le moleste que me quede en su apartamento, paso la mayor parte del tiempo allí y necesita ayuda justo ahora.

Debo volver a casa antes, debo limpiar y cambiar las sábanas para que puedan descansar tan pronto salga del hospital, ¿quizá quiera comer algo después de mucho tiempo? Es probable, me encargaré de traer la cena de hoy para que pueda reponer fuerzas después de todos estos meses…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"Está bien, se encuentra bien, al fin ha despertado y justo a tiempo, justo cuando perdí la esperanza de algún día poder ver sus ojos mirándome una vez más. Si tan solo hubiese estado a su lado cuando más me necesitaba, quizá si hubiera puesto más atención a su alrededor no estaría aquí, no hubiera sufrido como lo hizo.

Las heridas han sanado, pero necesitan terapia y revisiones periódicas para verificar que están mejor. Quizá deba pedirle que se muden conmigo para que pueda cuidarles debidamente durante todo el tiempo restante de recuperación y terapias, eso también me permitiría estar cerca cuando necesite hacer algo y sus heridas no se lo permitan.

Una buena dieta también es vital, podría abastecer la despensa con alimentos ricos en vitaminas y nutrientes, carnes y pescados, disminuir los azúcares y sustancias malas durante un periodo de tiempo. El té es medicinal, seguro que lograran calmar sus molestias y les ayudaran a dormir. Debería sacar la cama inflable y ofrecerle mi cama, lo importante es que esté cómodo y descansado…"

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drconstellation · 5 months

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Uriel's Star Ring

Thank you @fuckyeahgoodomens for sharing the image

Getting the high-res image of Uriel and their ring today was an unexpected gift! It's not that I haven't done any work on them before now - I have, you just haven't seen it yet, because I needed a bit of a "key" to unlock it and the ring was always a major element of that. Because they are one of the archangels they do have a role and purpose, it just hasn't been made all that clear yet, and I don't think we've seen the best of them yet, either.

Uriel's name means "the light of God" and they are included as part of the main four archangels as they are considered needed to balance out the fourth compass point, the North. Their colour is yellow, and they carry a scroll signifying wisdom.

Up until now that was how I was considering Uriel, as playing a balancing role to hold Michael back. But now it looks like Uriel might have a bigger role in the future. I hope so.

Anyway, here's the ring:

It's a star! - a Marian Star, which is one of the symbols of Mary, the mother of Jesus. Its a modified star of David, used to highlight Mary's role in as a helper in bringing humans towards salvation - that is, the restitution of the original harmony between God and humanity brought about by incarnation and redemption (Second Coming, any one?)

Stars are symbolic of faith, hope and inspiration (and yes, I am including some Tarot symbolism here.) They are a guiding light in the dark just before the dawn, they aid the navigators to cross the seas and one guided the Wise Men to Bethlehem. Without that starlight giving us a sense of purpose it can be hard to continue on in challenging times.

In the Tarot, there is a dark side the The Star: Ideals and expectations can be too high, abandonment, arrogance, haughtiness, theft, loss. The GO Uriel does tend to maintain a rather cold, distant and haughty demeanor.

The card for The Star in the classic Rider-Waite deck, Number 17, is perhaps an interesting one to include for discussion here.

In the back right of the card is the Tree of Life, the companion to the Tree of Knowledge, from where the apple was taken. Eating from this tree is said to give you immortality, and this is what Aziraphale as Guardian of the Eastern Gate was really supposed to be protecting humans from getting back into the Garden to. The bird sitting on it is an ibis, a bird connected with immortality in Egypt. The nudity of the maiden represent truth unveiled, and she is young to represent a new start and renewal, because the card before this one is the Tower.

You've already seen the Tower card in S2 - it was in the Job minisode, when lightning struck Job's house to start the destruction. The Tower is card that signifies great change, often in a sudden and catastrophic way, and the breaking down of the structures that once supported and protected us, so we can move on. (Sound familiar?) So, I'm wondering, perhaps Uriel will have some surprise role in helping to reshape the order of things in S3?

There are twenty cards in the Major Arcana of the Tarot and they can be looked as a spiritual journey of sorts, starting with The Fool then working through to the World. Now I've seen Uriel's star ring, and knowing how many other Tarot connections there are, perhaps we need to look at that as well - I know there are other Tarot experts out there who are probably better readers than me!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #uriel #angel rings #good omens analysis #job minisode #tarot cards #good omens s3 #good omens season 3 #go3 speculation

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No. 55 - Finnair [+ Centenary Livery]

So I know I'm in the process of writing a bunch of longer posts and thus haven't posted in absolutely forever, but I had to let something cut the line very quickly because in this case it was somewhat time-sensitive. I've missed the actual date by two months, but if I get in a post while it's still 2023 (...in my timezone, at least, so sorry to actual Finns busy enjoying 2024) I think that counts, and this entire blog is about what I think, so that means it counts.

On 1 November 2023 Finnair became the sixth airline to turn 100 years old, consistent with its status as the sixth oldest airline in continuous operation. I wish I'd started this blog earlier in the year, or prioritized differently, because Aeroflot and Czech Airlines also turned 100 in 2023, but...well, I didn't. You'll probably see them both in 2024 instead. Finnair, however, was requested by @kuivamustekala - particularly their centenary liveries. Requested a long time ago, even. So I'm going to hope that late is better than never and throw Finnair one last birthday party to wrap up 2023 by looking at where they started, where they are now, and what they've been doing to celebrate.

1923: PROTO-FINNAIR

Finnair, obviously the flag carrier of Finland, was founded in 1923, but its first service was in early 2024, using a Junkers J.13 (fitted with obligatory floats, as there were no suitable airstrips in Finland at the time).

image: Joseph Eaton via US Navy National Museum of Naval Aviation This is actually the US license-built version, the Junkers-Larsen JL-6, but I couldn't find any pictures of actual J.13s on floats.

Unfortunately, Finnair was founded under the name 'Aero', which is probably the actual single worst name for an airline I have ever heard. We can jest and joke about things like Jet2 and Fly Air, but I sincerely do not think I have ever seen anything with worse SEO than an airline named 'Aero'. Even for 1923 this was fairly dire - back then, as for much of history, airlines were generally named for the area they served. Aero may have been a private company, rather than state-owned, but that didn't mean they couldn't name themselves for the area they served - private airlines have always done this and still do. Incredibly enough, there was a second 'Aero' founded in Poland in 1925, but that was quickly merged into what would become LOT Polish Airlines, shedding the name like a chrysalis.

Bafflingly, even when the Finnish government bought the airline in 1946 (they still own a majority share of it today) they didn't bother to change the name. They did begin writing 'Finnish Airlines[1]' on the fuselages, but as far as I can tell this appears to have been more of a stylistic flourish of sorts than an actual rebrand, or maybe even a clarifying subtitle on the very nonspecific name. In 1953 they began marketing under the much catchier 'Finnair', but the company remained legally named 'Aero' until literally 1968 and the fuselages still read 'Finnish Airlines'.

image: Finnair An Aero/Finnish Airlines Convair 340, photographed in 1953 in a livery which included both the large 'Finnish Airlines' wordmark and 'Aero' on the tail.

Early Finnair, like most early airlines, didn't have a particularly standardized livery for its fleet, and even where it did it's not very well documented. Finnair unfortunately has some of the poorest documentation for livery evolution of any large airline I've discussed so far, which really surprised me. That said, it's when the name became Finnair that things begin to be easier to find, and so that's where I'll begin.

1968: CLASSIC FINNAIR

This original logo[2], introduced in 1968, was designed by Kyösti Varis - at least, that's what every logo database I looked in said. I actually couldn't find either Finnair or Varis confirming this[3], but I still think it's probably true. Unlike designers like Vic Warren and Lindon Leader, who wrote and gave interviews about their designs for major airlines, Varis appears to have other preoccupations. He is enormously successful and prolific, to the point where his website doesn't even mention Finnair. According to the timeline he provides he would have either been creating this logo freelance or in his very last days at Advertising Agency SEK (probably the latter, since they did the two subsequent iterations), and based on his history as a typographer I think it's safe to say the letterforms are his creation as well. Also according to his timeline, he is younger than Finnair! And we almost have the same birthday.

I like the original Finnair branding. It's not ostentatious, but it's nice and sleek, with that forward slant I love in airline branding and a long unbroken line (both in the 'F' logo and in the even heights of the letters in the wordmark). It looks aerodynamic and the rounded, blocky letters have a hint of that 60s futurism while not being gimmicky. It's kind of incredible looking at it next to the '91-'94 FedEx wordmark, which occupies the opposite end of the sliding quality scale of TRON-looking text. The design as a whole is simple enough to easily reproduce but distinct enough to easily recognize. The shade of blue chosen is a fair bit lighter than the blue of the Finnish flag, but visually pleasing enough. They basically keep iterating on this general concept for the rest of their history, which I think is fantastic - no need to get rid of something that's working for you. It's nice to see an airline not feel pressured to reinvent its logo and livery every 20 years. That's about it for the logo[4] - what about the livery?

As mentioned prior, Finnair's liveries, before quite recently, were very poorly documented. Variants definitely existed between different types and different periods in the company's history, but the broad strokes of the branding seem to have remained almost startlingly intact for around thirty years.

image: Letterform Archive The cover of a style guide from 1985. If it's changed from the 1968 original, I can't tell how.

But I'm really here to talk about one thing: the liveries.

The above image was from Finnair's own archive and was taken in 1968[5], making it contemporary with the introduction of the Kyösti Varis branding, as well as lining it up with the 1969 addition of DC-8s, like the pictured airframe.

For the majority of Finnair's history, their livery is always going to look something a little bit like this. Primarily white, with a thick blue cheatline (in what I call the domino-mask style, where it's vertically centered around the cockpit windows) that lightly flips up at the very end and a blue cross on the tail to represent the Finnish flag.

Finnair says this image is from 1960. If so, the livery was already well on its way to existing prior to 1968, with my guess being that it was introduced in 1960, along with the first jets in Finnair's fleet - the pictured Sud Aviation Caravelle, which pioneered the swept-wing, aft-engine format later seen on immensely popular jets like the DC-9 and Tu-134 - the latter of which was commissioned specifically because Nikita Khrushchev was so impressed with the Caravelle's aft engines and the quiet cabin experience they provided. It's a plane with a lot of unique visual features, featuring a nose that looks almost slanted downwards (a copy of the de Havilland Comet nose), a cruciform tail (instead of the more efficient T-tail used for future rear-engined designs), and triangular passenger windows. Most crucially, though, it was more or less the first short-range jet on the market. This made it perfect for an airline like Finnair, which at this point didn't really go that far from actual Finland.

This 1960 photograph provides a very strong blueprint for what was to come. It's the first iteration of the livery to say 'Finnair' instead of 'Finnish Airlines', and it's introduced a modern-for-1960 single-rule cheatline, although this early version was flipped horizontally, curling up at the front to frame the cockpit windows instead. (I think the white paint also cuts off behind it, leaving the space in-between the cheatline and painted nose blank metal, but in black-and-white it's somewhat hard to tell.) I do think I prefer the modern version. The use of the white downward curve with no blue hemming it in creates a really nice effect where it blends with the unpainted metal underside, due to the metal being right where you would expect to see a shadow anyway. (This effect is why I'm not quite sure where the paint ends on the Caravelle, and am just guessing based on which parts are noticeably reflective.) I definitely prefer the change made to the tail, where the single line of trim at the end of the rudder was replaced with a white canvas for the Finnish flag.

While I do tend to have a slightly pessimistic outlook on primarily-white liveries, I will say that if you're going to have a primarily white plane, and you are the flag carrier of Finland, this is a fairly understated and stylish way of incorporating it. While I probably would have done it on the main body, over where the first set of doors is, instead of on the tail, I think this is far from the end of the world. What they have is a nice, elegant taper where the tip seems to point directly at the tailplane, and it looks neat and intentional. A lot of airlines tend to just awkwardly slap a logo on their tail, which often looks really sloppy due to poor alignment or even just out-of-place entirely, and Finnair avoids that while keeping the tail from being completely blank. Having an element on the tail that's more horizontal than vertical, like the old 'AERO' rectangle or the tail rectangle on the one decent livery Lufthansa ever had.

If you look in the background, you can see that wow has the Olympic Air livery looked like that for a long time! But that's a story for soon.

Additionally, some details were added on the nose. You can see on this DC-8, photographed in 1969, that the nose features an e-girl cheek stamp of the Kyösti Varis logo. Next to it is the name of the aircraft - in this case, Jean Sibelius - in really difficult-to-read thin text. (Finnair unfortunately appears to have stopped naming their planes by the late 1970s, but at one point they would frequently be named for Finnish people and places.) The 'domino mask' goes quite a bit beyond the cockpit windows to create a wider line from the side. I wish that the logo could have been integrated some other way, because the extra little blue thing just looks cluttered, but I can't imagine how they would do it without just replacing the cheatline. I mean, that would have been an option - indeed, it's what I would have done[6] - but assuming that they keep this general look I think the logo just can't fit in on the livery. The engine nacelles, maybe? Though that would still present issues on the Caravelle, where the engines are directly over the cheatlines. I also wish they would have made it a bit easier read the name, because I like to know what the plane's name is - thankfully, some later paint jobs actually do this before, tragically, Finnair stops writing names on their planes at all.

I believe this to be the strongest iteration of the classic Finnair livery, and it was pretty obviously optimized for the DC-8. Modern airlines tend to not bother adjusting their liveries between types, creating some absolute travesties of proportion, but Finnair boldly went in the opposite direction by modifying it for each airframe and yet still having it look worse.

The sharpest deviation arises in the CV-440 version of the livery. This image is from 1971, just two years after the DC-8 liveries would have carried their first passengers, and it's wildly different. The cheatline is lowered sharply, sitting below the cockpit windows and wrapping around to contour the body of the airplane. There's a certain je ne sais quois to the domino mask that I find myself missing here. This design also has an unnecessary second 'Finnair' added to the tail, which kind of looks awkward stacked on top of the existing cheatline besides being redundant, and the Finnish flag on the tail is somewhat awkwardly made free-floating. It feels a lot less sleek and a lot more arbitrary.

On the other side of the plane the cheatline goes down quite a bit farther than on the jet models, probably because they thought it would be a better way of negotiating the Convair's rather bulbous nose, and I actually think I prefer the wide, upturned variant. This version, if anything, is too close for my taste to the livery VARIG operated in a similar timeframe. There are a lot of differences, yes, but in the 70s having one big solid cheatline on a white body and metal underbelly was the equivalent of the Lufthansa Line, so if you toed said line, be it cheat or Lufthansa, you risked becoming easily mistakeable for any airline with too similar of a color scheme. And blue-on-white was maybe the most common color-scheme at the time.

I doubt Finnair shared many tarmacs with VARIG, but here they are with Pan Am, and they could also expect to run into airlines like Sabena, Icelandair, and probably a half-dozen I've never heard of, all competing to be the one the others get mistaken for. It's a tricky position to be in.

I do quite like the livery on the left, maybe even more than the DC-8 one, but I can't seem to find any other airframes painted like this. I'm not sure why this one is.

These images are from 1971 and 1969. They are both the same model of airplane - the Super Caravelle or Caravelle 10B. Their liveries are completely different. And that's just how it was back then - not even standard within the same airline, somehow still trying to stay distinct from dozens of other non-standardized blue-on-white cheatlines.

When evaluating classic Finnair, I have to keep myself tempered in both directions. When I think it's clean and well-proportioned I have to remind myself that it's just a complete nothingburger. When I think it's a lazy and cowardly non-design I have to remind myself that, no, at its best classic Finnair does look like it was designed with some thought, and it does have some traits that feel at the very least interesting enough to merit not being totally dismissed.

But...look, I have to give classic Finnair a D+. Because they tried, and they did something, sure, but it's ultimately not something especially memorable and the implementation is just spotty.

Even given a canvas like the DC-10, they fumbled. The DC-10, in my opinion, was a big test for them. And I do mean big. In the DC-10 is a plane with all the space in the world to add visual elements, and a space where just a couple lines can go from a detail to a fin that towers over anything that isn't a 747, showing off the Finnish flag as if someone had flown it from a building mast. The third engine, which I feel like a lot of airlines really struggle with on the DC-10, gets a nice horizontal line of writing that's not intrusive but helps prevent it from feeling like a giant gap. The wordmark gets larger, is moved forward, gets to really own the space it takes up instead of being squeezed in. And...they made the cheatline just....a really thin flat line that looks bad and stiff and boring. There's nothing setting them apart from Icelandair, and Icelandair's livery from this point in time was so boring that my only comment on it was that it looked like they forgot to paint the rest of the plane. You can do white planes well, but Finnair just really doesn't get there.

...hey, Finnair? You can't just decide to do belly stripes but worse, Finnair, you're literally next door to like two thirds of SAS and that livery was designed from the ground up. They have a couple of near-misses with SAS's toes but this is the one that makes me actually go 'is this allowed?'. It seems to have been exclusive to their late-80s MD-80 fleet, but it's just incredible to me that it ever happened. (That said, those three shades of blue are so nice together and I wish they had ever brought them back. I understand the appeal of sticking to the stark contrasted blue-on-white of the flag, but there's so much potential out there!)

1997: NEW TYPE, NEW LIVERY

I really like the 757. It deserves a better livery than this.

Removing the cheatlines was a very trendy choice to make. This is the sad beast I call the Deltalite - a Deltalike but without the painted nacelles and belly that are usually slight redeeming factors. There's such a beautiful design on the tail that could have been put on the whole fuselage, honestly, and that's sad, but even on the most granular of levels...why keep the little cheek stamp if you have the logo visible on the tail now? Weird choice. Being so desperate to do the Deltalite thing everyone else is doing that you get rid of your country's flag on the tail is just a bad choice of priority, I think. There's not much to say about this. Honestly, I'd drop it to a D-. There's enough happening that it would lose something by being painted into Star Alliance colors, but it wouldn't lose terribly much.

2000: NEW FINNAIR

Oh, Finnair. Why? Did no airline resist the siren song of getting way too into airbrushing in the early 2000s?

Maybe I just have whatever the opposite of nostalgia is for the early 2000s, but this just makes me sad. They've made the wordmark look worse, overcomplicated the simplicity of the logo, and gone ham with the gaussian blur.

Look, it's not all that bad. The shades used on the actual plane are noticeably darker, and the colors at least don't look half bad now. And they've even bothered to paint the engines this time around! But...come on. You've changed 30 years of something that was working just fine for...this? Something which maybe climbs up to a flat D?

The 2000 brand overhaul, including the logo, was done by Finnish agency SEK & Grey. They're nearly as old as Finnair and have worked for brands as prominent as Coca-Cola and Kellogg's, but their about page puts Finnair front and center. They have an entire page describing their Finnair work.

Despite claiming to have included humanity and warmth and movement, I see none of this. I'll admit upfront I generally dislike what's dubbed 'Nordic' design. It's not the minimalism which I dislike but the banality.

What does any of this have to do with Finnair? What here represents the history of one of the world's oldest airlines? What here really speaks to the Finnish people? Why is just designing something generic and making sure it's all crisp (when you're photographing it fresh out of the plastic, before it's been tripped over and stepped on and yanked down staircases and accidentally sat on and stained with tea) considered a substitute for designing something that people will see years down the line and get nostalgic for? I'm nostalgic as hell for Alitalia, an airline that doesn't exist anymore. I still use the bag from an amenity kit I got on Alitalia nearly ten years ago to store small essential things like toothbrushes and medication while traveling, but I wouldn't know it was Alitalia by looking at it, because it's lovely and convenient and ergonomic but it's literally just grey. It evokes nothing, and it doesn't even say 'Alitalia' on it anywhere. Nothing here could ever be considered ephemera or memorabilia. I could steal Finnair's look at the Gap.

2010: SORRY, HERE'S NEW FINNAIR FOR REAL THIS TIME

SEK & Grey gave it another shot. This one's a lot better.

I like the change in the logo, first off. And this, the word 'Finnair', is the logo, but I'm comparing it to the earlier wordmark. 2000's attempt felt like it was taking the original and just trying to sand off the corners to make it more modern, but the 2010 take on it actually shapes each glyph into a neat little space-age thing that creates this curved shape by way of a lot of straight lines, in a way that feels visually pleasing and interesting. I enjoy the square holes in the A and R, the return of the crossbar on the N, and the extreme range of widths which gives the letters a real weight to them. This isn't a typeface - these glyphs exist in the context of the word FINNAIR in this exact configuration and one of four colorways. Finnair does have a proprietary typeface, Finnair Sans, and it looks nothing like this because this is not a font, it's a logo.

I think it is a shame that this is the logo now. I really liked the F. And they haven't gotten rid of it, but it's now been relegated to an official subordinate position, according to their branding guide:

The official Finnair logo is the text version of the logo, and it is primarily used. The F emblem is used as an additional symbol.

Look, I'll always think it's a shame when your main logo is just the name of your company. Some airlines do it, and it feels like an empty space to me. It can be satisfactory but not outstanding. When you start out with a nice little symbol and then take it away, though, I do feel somewhat robbed.

It stings extra because I really like the way the new F looks. It has that long brushstrokey look and it almost makes me think of Hebrew characters. The way it tapers now really adds to the feeling of movement I get from it, and it's a great base for a livery. Now that it's darker, even though this does bring Finnair into competition with airlines like SAS, LOT, TAROM, Lufthansa, and even Ryanair when it comes to dark-blue-on-white, it also contrasts better with the main body, and it's still light enough that you can recognize it as blue. Anyway, it doesn't take a genius to know how to integrate this into a livery. Long line for the fuselage, go up to match the tail...

Finnair. Are you serious, Finnair?

Look! I get it! Billboards are in now, it's fine, I get it. it's probably the nicest billboard I've seen in a while, font-wise. It feels comfortable on the fuselage and it feels like it earns the space it occupies. The F is nicely centered on the tail, cuts off at a pleasant point. But...why?

I really can't be too mean about this. I want to be meaner than I actually can justify, because I think if any other airline made their plane this featureless I would hate it but Finnair's billboard livery is actually nice enough and everything is placed well enough that it's not at all unpleasant to look at. It's an acceptable livery. If maybe 25% less planes were basically all white it would shoot up in my esteem. I don't really like the fact that they put the little Fs on the inside of the wingtips of their A350s, but that's really my only nitpick. It's just sort of...bringing a really fantastic loaf of bread to a potluck when you were asked to bring baked desserts. You've done a very good job, but you didn't quite get the assignment.

It's a bit hard to critique the modern Finnair livery in detail because I think it's executed fine. There's nothing really wrong with it except that it has a logo that could lend itself to all sorts of interesting shapes, it has 30 years of variants of a very specific design to draw on, and it's chosen to go tabula rasa just to be all clean and minimal instead of doing any of the interesting things it could have with this new start.

I want to dislike this take on the Finnair livery, but at the end of the day I just don't. I think it's completely satisfactory. A lot of airlines try to get this look and somehow end up seeming cluttered for it. Finnair is one of the only instances I can think of where a white fuselage with just a wordmark has looked okay. It isn't ugly. It hasn't failed at the thing it's trying to do, but I think that it should have tried to do something else.

At the same time, though, this is the most Finnair that Finnair has ever been. The blue cheatline and the Deltalites were stumbling over well-trod ground. The modern livery, at least, isn't sloppily tail-heavy and seemingly thoughtless.

I give modern Finnair a C. This took an excessive amount of deliberation, but it really is...good enough. It's satisfactory. It's fine! I would have taken a completely different direction, but they have done a good job with their sort of lackluster idea. It's alright. We'll check on them again in another hundred years and see where they're at.

2023: CENTENAIRY

A century is a very long time. Finnair is older than my oldest grandparent. Finnair is older than over a dozen sovereign countries. Finnair is older than aerodromes in Finland. It's older than every currently operating airline except KLM, Avianca, Qantas, Aeroflot, and Czech Airlines. As of the first of November, Finnair is in triple digits.

I adore this centenary stamp Finnair has put out, celebrating the long relationship between aviation and the mail. It's not complex, but it's not barren, either. It combines the dark blue of the modern livery with the light blue of the classic one, all with the white silhouettes of airplanes elegantly soaring over an outline of Finland. The outstretched white wings on the deep blue have the grace of a giant fish swimming beneath a glass-bottomed boat.

But of course it isn't just stamps. Finnair is an airline. Airlines do special liveries. Qantas and KLM both slapped a big 100 sticker on an airplane for their big anniversaries. Finnair has of course done something similar.

Three airframes - the pictured A350-900, OH-LWR, and two A320s - OH-LXK and OH-LXM - have had a 'bringing us together since 1923' sticker applied. Matching the rest of Finnair's branding, it's certainly quite minimal, but it's a nice gesture. It's not what people have been talking about. That's OH-LWO and OH-LWP, both A350-900s, who have been given something more substantial to wear.

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I'm going to assume that after its renaissance on tumblr a few years back most people reading this are familiar with the Moomin franchise. I definitely am, because when I was in my larval stage my mother first taught me to read Russian using an omnibus book of Moomin stories. Creator Tove Jansson apparently designed both the shape of the eponymous white critters and the sound of the name Mumintrollen itself are designed to evoke a feeling of softness, and it's clear why these characters are so beloved.

It isn't the first time Finnair, which frequently collaborates with Finnish brands and highlights its Finnish roots, has featured Moomins.

image on left: Antti Havukainen

In the 1990s, the airline first flew a Moomin jet. They had another in the 2000s. Both were withdrawn from service before 2010. It's been a while now since Finnair flew their last MD-11, but when celebrating their 100th birthday, a milestone that the vast majority of airlines will never see, they chose to do it by way of a soft Moomin embrace.

image: Changi Airport

And, I'll be honest, I think it's very sweet. It got an actual, sincere little smile out of me.

100 years is a really long time. In 1923 aviation was unrecognizable. What we would now consider an airliner didn't really exist yet - space for ten passengers, closed cockpits, and metal fuselages were the exceptions rather than the rule, and the Ford Trimotor was two years from its first flight. Cabin crew were barely even a concept. Airplanes, for all intents and purposes, were considered a type of boat. A nonstop flight across the Atlantic was a ridiculous concept. In a report published by the US National Bureau of Standards, it was said: 'there does not appear to be, at present, any prospect whatever that jet propulsion of the sort here considered will ever be of practical value, even for military purposes'. There were no aerodromes in Finland, so a small company called Aero attached floats to a plane just large enough for four passengers and took them from Helsinki to Tallinn.

Look how far we've come.

Footnotes:

[1]: The Finnair website's history page, which I used as a source for much of the background and several images in this post, renders it as 'Finnish Air Lines', but on the airplanes themselves it clearly has no space, so I've corrected that seeming error for them. I don't know why this discrepancy exists, because as far as I know during this period they were marketing themselves as Aero so this text would only have existed on the livery itself. [2]: Actually, I very occasionally see this version where the F logo isn't fully surrounded by the circle and the F in the wordmark doesn't have the rounded top, and I don't know which came first or if the less round version is just somehow...not real? I did try to figure this out, I swear, but at some point I realized I am literally not a professional logo historian, and nobody is going to be let down if I don't brute-force an answer despite not even speaking Finnish, and I should finish writing the post before it's 2024. [3] The closest thing to an official source I can find is the descriptions of two listings for the centenary stamp including a quote from designer Ilkka Kärkkäinen attributing it to him. I don't at all doubt that he did design it, but I always like to find concrete attribution for things if I can and would hate to spread misinformation and the sparseness of confirmation here is something I find very strange. My best guess is that there's plenty of good sources on it in Finnish but nobody has bothered to make it as clear in English. [4] Admittedly this is a stretch, and I certainly don't think it was intentional, but it does remind me of the longship prow used in early SAS liveries. This motif was introduced in 1946 and continued to see use after the Finnair logo was introduced. The overlap is fairly limited in that SAS never used the longship in their logo (...I kind of want to talk about their logos one of these days) and the Finnair livery you'll see shortly doesn't look like SAS's at all, plus SAS has the extra pink on their liveries, but I couldn't get it out of my head that they do look sort of alike. [5] The absolute hero who uploaded it to jetphotos mentioned that Finnair had given him the photograph while planning to dispose of it, and this makes me wonder if the lack of documentation is just because Finnair doesn't hold onto their old materials, which makes me very sad. A lot of companies, more broadly, didn't bother to keep records until somewhat recently, but in Finnair's case it seems to be particularly egregious. As someone literally studying to be an archivist it makes me exceptionally sad to see history lost just because nobody cared enough to preserve it. [6] Maybe they didn't want to look like backwards SAS. Who can say?

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Synopsis: Shoto lives his whole life unbothered. There truly is nothing that can rile him up nor tempt him to indulge in the finer things in life, that is until he meets you.

Warnings: Dub con, alpha/omega dynamics, Shoto is a bit rough, biting, breeding if you squint

AN, wc: I'm finally getting around to posting this drabble I wrote for @kinjuutsu ages ago. So enjoy the smut 1765

Todoroki Shoto was a stoic man. Nothing seemed to phase him in this world. A rare pro hero Alpha that didn't have a need for suppressants, he could rescue any Omega with ease. Whether they had their scent blocking collars or not, and he even had on his record that an Omega in heat barely got more than a second glance around him.

Not to mention he was easy to pair with the more temperamental Alphas as Shoto was far from territorial. Helping to hold back anyone who was having a particularly rough day or getting too close to their rut. Just another reason why he was ranked in the top five heros.

So today shouldn't be any different as he patrols with Bakugou who's more angsty than normal. His own hot headed omega giving him trouble at home as Shoto plays therapist most of the day.

Or maybe it was more like a verbal punching bag.

"Shoto and Katsuki, please return to the agency your shift is now complete." Dispatch rings in through their headsets as the two Alphas make their way towards the large building.

"Fuck this day." Bakugou hissed as he steps off the elevator to head towards his office to finish up some paperwork. Before Shoto can even get off the elevator something sweet hits his nose.

Something salivating as he stalks with dilated pupils to find you with your back turned. Short skirt and your pretty little throat exposed, no suppressant collar to be seen. Shoto cannot stop himself, stop his instinct as he stalks towards his prey.

With dirty images flashing in his head. Grabbing your jaw and craning your head to expose your throat to him. His canines ache as he thinks of sinking them deeply into your scent gland marking you as his own and…

Shit, shit shit. He was right on top of you now and you still hadn't noticed, reaching up higher into the cabinet as your already short skirt rides up, exposing that fine line where your tights started to thin and if Shoto looked closely. He could see what color your underwear were.

He grinds his teeth, body moving on his own as he reaches over you, yanking the bottom of your skirt down with a deep growl that vibrates in your own chest. He sets the binder your fingers were ghosting onto the counter before you. Lips pressed to your ear in a snarl.

"Watch it or people might think you're nothing but a vixen."

Shoto grinds his teeth as he turns away from you, the crotch of his pants growing tighter as he thinks of just how pretty you looked. Of bending you over that counter in that dark little nook. Ripping your tights and feasting on your cu- wait.

Internally he shakes his head, tongue running across his engorged fangs as he fights to keep from scenting the room in lust.

"I didn't ask for help, you know." You call from behind him with such an attitude it makes Shoto stop in his tracks.

Normally he'd let the attitude go, wouldn't haven't even registered what you said. But you were choking him, your smell all over this damn office and you couldn't have been here long. After all, you weren't here this morning. He looks over his shoulder, smoky quartz eye glowing as he sees you with your arms crossed. The position pushed up your tits in your shirt, the buttons straining and it has Shoto's mouth watering.

Unconsciously he lets his threat hang in the air, changing the mood with his scent. Charred wood and icy winds wrap around your shoulders causing a shiver to run down your spine as he closes his office door.

Weeks pass with the two of you at odds. Shoto correcting your clothes as he always, always finds his new assistant in precarious poses. On tiptoe, bending over with your ass wiggling in the air as you look for a file, or even just standing too close to him as you slam his coffee down on his desk.

He wasn't helping with your attitude, normally when an Omega was irritated he'd let off gentle, relaxing pheromones. Filling the air in a cozy bonfire with roasting marshmallows or the soft scent of pine on Christmas morning.

But lately his lust and irritation soured, charred wood and the cold threat of snow hung heavy in the air.

Today was no different as things began to come to a head.

There you are again, after a long and rough day of snapping with Bakugou, in the nook. Reaching for the top shelf as you insisted on auditing his old assistant's work. Your skirt riding up, showing off where your tights began to thin, he could see your soft skin beneath the fabric, your lacy black underwear and the curve of your ass cheeks from how much it rode up today. But what sends him over the edge is that you don't have on your normal blazer, the small strap of the dress falls down your shoulder and you make the tiniest whine.

Those images come flashing into his head again. Teeth aching as they long to bite you, marking you as his over and over and over until you were nothing but a drooling mess with his name jumbled on your tongue.

He cannot stop himself as he goes to "correct" your dress. This time his chest is pressed so harshly against you it pushes your hips into the biting edge of the counter. As he grabs for the binder roughly slamming it down onto the surface as his calloused fingers yank down the hem of the dress.

"So you are just a seductive little Vixen." His voice is laced with venom and his tone has your stomach in knots and the way he smells. Choking out every rational thought. He sends your heart into a racing pace as he starts to retreat to his office.

"What's your damn problem?!" You cross your arms, "You've been nothing but an asshole to me!"

He scoffs, about to close and lock his office door to pant in his chair until he's calmed down until your glossy lips mumble out.

"Bakugou is nicer than you, fuckin dickhead." You turn around to reach for another binder

This time, oh this time Shoto can't help himself. Cornering you into the nook as he presses himself into you. This time the counter bruises your hips as he presses his lips to your ear.

"What's wrong with me?" His voice is dangerously low and suddenly you don't have much to say, "I'll tell you what the fuck is wrong with me."

He pushes your dress up to your natural waist, exposing to him your pretty ass in those lacy underwear, kept behind the thin fabric of panty hose that stretch over your round cheeks. Rough hands grab at your hips as he grinds your clothed cunt onto his painful hard on. He pants struggling to keep his composure as his hips stutter. He can smell your arousal growing from how he handles you and it's almost enough to send him into a rut.

"You." It comes out animalistic as his breath fans your ear, his hands coming up your sides before sliding over your stomach and up to your breasts. Loving the feel of the weight in his hands before the venture back to your hips.

"You, trying to seduce me by wearing short skirts and dresses, showing off your neck that's begging for me to bite. Trying to tease with flashes of your thighs and underwear. Monday they were red, Tuesday they were dark blue and today they are black." You swallow thickly having not realized just how much the fabric rode up your powerful and pretty frame, silently thanking the gods you were on a floor only Bakugou and Shoto could access.

"You want me to correct your skirt don't you?" He stills his hips, pressing his nose to your throat as he lets out a groan, "Want me to get close so I can smell your damn intoxicating scent."

He sounds angry but his pheromones say otherwise. Hot bonfire, icy wind wrapping around you almost as tightly as he was pressing against you.

He stays like that, lapping at your throat, letting his teeth barely scrape along your tender spot and the sensation drives you mad.

You grind against him every so slightly and that's all it takes to push him over the edge. He rips open your tights and pushes your underwear to the side. When he watches the silvery string of arousal break he loses all composure. Slapping his large hand over your mouth to quiet your moan as he slips his length into you in one quick stroke.

"I'm going to breed this pretty little cunt until you're stuffed with my cum." He growls, fucking into you with wreckless abandon. Taking out pent up aggression he didn't realize he had. Even with his hand over your mouth he can hear the sweet moans you make. Feeling you clenching around him so hard he thinks he won't last.

"Fuck, fuck pretty girl." He growls, nipping at your throat, tongue thrashing over the indents trying so, so hard not to sink his teeth in and mark you as his mate, "Taking me so well."

"You'll cum for me right? Squeeze me so tight I'll see stars?" He asks, pulling you to him so his free hand can reach around you and press rough circles over your clothed clit. Quickly the coil in your stomach begins to tighten as he alternates whispering filth in your ear and nipping at every inch of your throat but your scent gland. You don't last long as you scream into his warm palm whimpering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Cunt convulsing so hard he can't help himself.

Can't help the ache in his cock or his canines

"That's my good little omega.." He growls, hips stuttering as he bites deeply into your throat, painting your walls in sticky white.

As his canines sink into your scent gland, the sensation makes you cum again. Tears falling down your cheeks and over his thick fingers as you feel impossibly close to the hulking pro hero.

He stays like that a moment, softening in you before he removes himself and his teeth. Your throat blossomed in deep purples as he pants in your ear.

"Grab your stuff, we're leaving." His hands bruising your hips, "I'm gonna fill you with my seed til you're baring my babes."

#shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #tw dub con #dub con #alpha shoto x omega reader #alpha shoto #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️

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thesoftboiledegg · 9 months

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I went to the Rue 21 near my place yesterday (why do I always forget that it's there?) After weeks without many new designs, Rue 21 is suddenly getting a lot of new apparel, which makes me wonder if Adult Swim is gearing up for season seven.

I haven't seen a lot of new merchandise at other stores, though, so maybe Rue 21 is just catching up. Starting with shorts!

One hoodie with a trippy design. The second hoodie looks like standard apparel with the logo at first...

...until you turn it over and see this vibrant image on the back!

Looks like a poster for a psychedelic or EDM music festival. I went to a festival a few years back where a booth sold sheets of acid tabs with Rick and Morty designs. They didn't have any acid (yet)--they were perforated sheets sold as "art." But everyone knows what happens to those little perforated tabs once they leave the booth!

I don't use acid, for the record. Way too many horror stories 😬

Anyway, when I visited the mall today, this rack greeted me at Charlotte Russe. None of the designs were new, though.

I was about to leave when I happened to see one new item: a Rick and Morty jersey!

I checked out the bootleg streetwear store but, as I predicted, didn't see anything new. I did see a guy with a kid (maybe a younger brother) point out one of the Rick and Morty designs on the wall. The kid said "Hoh hoh!"

Pickle Rick was waiting for me in Spencer's as always, but he was hidden on the bottom shelf this time.

Unfortunately, the Rick and Morty cube was having a bad day. Squished all the way at the bottom!

If you really love Pickle Rick, prove it with this shot glass!

Piercings! I keep looking for Rick and Morty chokers, bracelets and dangly earrings, thinking this is the day they'll finally have them, but nope. It's an untapped market! Adult Swim signs off on everything else, so why not jewelry?

I love this wallet. The colors were even more vibrant in person.

The "skate shop" in the mall (i.e. the corporate chain marketing itself as a counterculture label) has a Rick and Morty Members Only jacket. I had trouble getting pictures in the past, so today, I decided to try it on and show off the illustrations! Taking a photo of the back was way harder than I expected.

$70 is too much for one jacket, but I did feel cool while I was wearing it in the fitting rooms, lol. Right after I left the store, I saw a guy wearing a Rick and Morty shirt, so that was serendipitous.

Finally, I didn't expect much from Journeys because they hadn't stocked new merchandise in ages, but as I walked past the store, I thought "Is that...?" I went inside, and yep, it was:

A Rick and Morty backpack complete with a Pickle Rick pouch, maybe for your glasses? Or a phone charger? I guess it doesn't matter--Pickle Rick's just happy to be here.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rue 21 #charlotte russe #spencer's #journeys #roundup

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cyle · 2 years

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for the followers i have who love the technical insides of tumblr...

i've been living on tumblr every day with the gifs-as-mp4 change for over a month now and honestly, i didn't even know that change had been made until i stumbled upon it in an internal changelog about it. it's really that good: we only serve GIFs as MP4 when it makes sense. we do, literally, have many thousands of samples of the conversion process to look at (probably a lot more now). even at tumblr's scale, that's tiny, but the experience feels pretty good with the tuning we've done so far.

more specific examples of where it goes wrong will make it even better, so please send them in.

the really hard part about working on something like tumblr is its scale. we serve millions (tens of millions? hundreds?) of GIFs every single day to the internet at large. think about that: how many things in the world get served tens of millions of times? maybe mcdonalds hamburgers?

the effort of making that thing more performant, smaller, faster, "better", is worth it, to a point. finding that balance point is the really, really hard part. because the money doesn't come from nowhere. we've been serving GIFs as WebP for many years now, with nobody noticing (ok, a few people noticed), to huge benefit. you're already not seeing "real" GIFs!!!!! you didn't even notice!!!!!!

the vast majority of GIFs on tumblr (based on our random sampling) are TV- and film-like stuff, like this:

.... which is almost totally imperceptibly different when served as an H264 MP4 versus a literal GIF. by the way, that example is already actually an WebP image, not a GIF. that change literally saves us a lot of money and CPU time and whatnot trying to serve that as an MP4 instead of a 1987 GIF. in fact, if we let you upload that as an h264 mp4 instead of a GIF, it'd probably look better, since Netflix serves that to you as an h264 mp4 originally.

know your formats! the GIFs you're seeing on tumblr probably started as h264 mp4 files!!!!!!

but there are still tons of tumblr artists who use GIFs to their maximum potential (i follow a few), and i haven't seen any change to how we serve their GIFs. usually they exceed our criteria of when we'd try to serve an mp4, so i see their GIF (or webp) instead. i have some hope that we'll create some kind of Tumblr setting to "prefer GIFs" or something, but still, that'll be for the tiny minority of picky tumblr consumers. audiophiles? more on that thought in a second.

it's interesting, though, how we (Tumblr) introduced "data saving" options, which were universally loved, but basically do this same thing: serve images and videos in formats that are better for your bandwidth and CPU, at the likely cost of quality. there's a very large (silent majority) of Tumblr users who actually want this as a default all the time. they prefer a fast, efficient tumblr, over a perfect fidelity tumblr. i would too if i was living in a place with slow internet, which is a lot of the world today.

i don't blame them; i used to spend a week every year at a house that only had 1mbps internet, and the "data saving" options we've added to tumblr really helped me. i literally could not have used tumblr without it. that's a lot of peoples' experience every day.

there's a debate here about creator versus consumer quality, which is wonderful, that's a lot like what audiophiles and film enthusiasts debate about (i'm an active participant in these debates), but ultimately this gets trumped by an argument about what level of quality is discernably acceptable to the consumer. there's a 0.001% bleeding edge of people who can really know quality, definitely. but can you make decisions for a whole platform based on that? maybe. probably not? how is Tidal doing?

anyway, these are the fun thought exercises of someone like me trying to wrap their heads around how Tumblr can improve for the literal millions of people using it every day.

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zu-is-here · 10 months

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Hey zuu

Oh hii Gayfish! (*'▽'*)

UPD:

Oh no reason to worry about it! (ówò) Your family comes first so there's nothing wrong in delaying <3

My bad I'm empty-handed either but happy birthday to the twins! (〃ω〃) Your latest reblogs with them are such a nostalgia ☆

How are you doing today? *^* Heheh yours is sooo cute too! Pink rulesss (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♪

Take your time╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Bruh!! It was such a mistake to use mascara cause I cried all my tears out in the end ;w; Did you like it?

OH yay!! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

[spoilers for Barbie]

Ah I can feel you! (ówò)

Perhaps I didn't take it so politically cause Ken's attempts were more ridiculous than depressing to me, although there's a deep message here.

I guess this is not so much about patriarchy or matriarchy, but about the right to be whoever you want without being obligated to anyone?

That's what made me cry in the final, when Barbie asked her creator to be a human and not an idea and felt what it's like to be one ;w;

Oh!! (°▽°) I suppose it's really individual cause I didn't cry at all when I watched Everything Everywhere All at once, and while everyone was talking about how Great this movie is (it is! *^*), I was like "?? Well that was 60% crazy, 30% fun and 10% sophistic :'D"

Looks like it's controversial indeed ("ó3ó) What do you think would be a better ending? *^*

Pff true, she acted so good xp I also enjoyed Alan, he looks so confused the whole movie XD

Speaking of the other movie— did you watch Oppenheimer? *^*

Sadly no cause we can't watch it in cinema now :') But if they'll make it legal, I'll definitely go the second time all pink! \(//∇//)\

Oh these men ε-(´∀｀; ) Alternative? :0

Awww true! (〃ω〃) That's some real things <3

> Also no I haven't seen the other movie, but my friend has, and she really enjoyed it! So has jan!

This is not as exciting as Barbie is heh, but I'm a big fan of Christopher Nolan's films, and he nailed it again <3 (The adult scenes were superfluous though, but a man can have at least one in his career right? x)

[text ahead cause of the images limit xp]

> Alternative? You know like goth, punk things like that

Ah I see! (ﾟ∀ﾟ) Looks like it's not common for them in our modern world x)

> Other then the movie zu, how have you been? What you been up to?

Working on the next part of Trapped! (☆ω☆) Hopefully I can finish it before opening commissions, that's when the real work starts xp

Do you have other news to share? *^*

> Good luck with commisons zu!!

Nothing new, just been listening to phantom still, I wonder if there were any songs left out of the movie that you might not have heard

Thank youuu Gayfish! <3

So addictive (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♪ Oh I wonder too *^*

> Recently I've been super into Notes and Notes twisted every way. As well as Why have you brought us here? Have you heard any of these before?

Woah— I don't remember listening to the first one! (°▽°) And I like how leitmotif repeats in the second one ☆ The voices are ssso good... *^*

> Oh! Did you just go off and listen to them now?? I love them to!! The way the voices mesh in the argument, and how christens name being repeated 3 times is a common motive.

Yesss! ♪ The musical must be better in terms of listening to them, cause in the movie, watching them steals almost all the attention :'D

> And the tunes of "His eyes will find me there, those eyes that burn"

Is the same as "hunt down this murderer, he must be found" in the finally

OH right!! (*⁰▿⁰*)

> It's also sad, how much the songs are starting to reflect christens trauma. She's so frightened, and his fear is growing ever strong, its twisting her perception of it all. All up until the point kf no return, and then the phantom singing all I ask of you.

The moment she realises that he knew about her and her lover the whole time. And she hears his true motive has truly been her the whole time, and she stands up and rips off his mask

Trueee, that was so intense in the movie as well ;w; Thought that's where the viewer knows that Erik saw them and knew about them, but the music shows it another way *^*

> I still haven't seen the movie, but the musical is spectacular visually as well.

I wonder if you'd enjoy the 25th anniversary recordings, it's very well shot.

The only thing that turned me off from the movie si that the phantom was cast for his appearance, not his voice, when it really should have been the other way around for a character who's a musical genius.

Awww I would! *0*

I've heard that many actors tried to get this role (Antonio Banderas as well?) and they took vocal lessons for this cause singing songs on their own was a prerequisite ☆

> Did you know that the longest running Broadway phantom played the role for 7 years? Almost every night for 7 years! The way they hop from one song to the next, his poor voice.

He got the biggest round of Applause at the end of the show

FOR real?? \(//∇//)\ That's crazy yet respectable!!

> One thing that was pointed out to me, which kinda kills alittle bit of the tension, js when Eric is over hearing All I ask of you, he's hiding behind the horses bottom, in the statue XD idk if makes me.laugh.

In the book he's ontop of a very high up statue, and it's a wonder he even heard them.

You know I've actually been to that oprea house

PFF well he's hiding after all xd You've been there?? (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

> Also I'm sorry if you are getting tired kf talking, idk if you are busy with trapped and would rather take a break?

Oh I really enjoy talking to you about them! *w* We can both take a break though, no rush anyway <3

> Well if you do wanna watch it, you can rent it on you tube. It's my favourite versionnnn.

Of course if you get the chance to actually watch it ! Do!

I'm going to be keeping an eye on it, waiting for it to return, Andrew said that it should come back, so if it ever comes back to London, I will tell you just in case it co-alines with a time you could visit!

I know I want to see it againnn.

Awww that would be amazing, thanks! \(//∇//)\

> Ok! We can take a break heh, sorryy

But I'll see if I can find a picture of the oprea house and send it over!

It's alright! (ówò) I'll be looking forward to it *^*

@help-im-a-gay-fish OH wow!! \(//∇//)\ This is a great photo, "catching a moment" <3

He did a really good work at trying to make it as real as possible though *w*

> Me ans Jan found a night tour of the opera housessss I think we might goooo

*GASP* That's awwwsome! (〃ω〃)☆

#updated #ask #zu is happy

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❛ ✰ · » yandeh sallah, cis female, she/her « i wonder where noelle woodbury is today … i haven't seen them around but i bet they're idly doodling her day away over at redwood park. ah, our beloved fervour … for a twenty-seven year old they've never grown out of being so impetuous. don't get me wrong, though, they're also so captivating, which makes up for it. keep an eye out, anyway, i'm sure they're on their way. you'll know it's elle coming from a mile away, because they're the walking embodiment of candy hearts melting on the tongue, doodling hearts in the margins of a well-loved notebook, galaxies twinkling behind wide, brown eyes, & blood-red kisses pressed onto the back of unsent envelopes.

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𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 —

a gust of wind floating through gossamer curtains // lost in the throes of delusion // conversation hearts in their saccharine sweetness, melting on the tongue // the flirtatious flutter of long lashes // lipstick marks pressed to the backs of unsent envelopes // juliet, crying to the moon from the safety of her balcony // la vie en rose // tendrils of mist, ever-elusive as it slips right through your reach // mascara-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes // a raging hurricane, creeping towards shore // leaps of blind faith // endlessly in pursuit of a retreating back // losing yourself in sweet reveries // braids coyly twirled around a manicured finger // enduring faith in love at first sight // the back of a hand pressed to the forehead followed by heavy, dramatic sighs // who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 —

full name — noelle evelyn woodbury nickname(s) — elle age — twenty-seven date of birth — 3 March, 1998 star sign — pisces gender — cis female pronouns — she/her/hers orientation — pansexual & panromantic occupation — aspiring artist hairdresser religious affiliation — unlabelled, but effectively agnostic family — terrence woodbury (father — estranged); esther bartley ( mother ); a couple of younger half-siblings and stepmother from her father’s second marriage face claim — yandeh sallah

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 —

there's a sweet sort of sadness in your earliest acts of self-sacrifice, a poignancy in the agonizing task of lighting yourself aflame time and time again in the name of keeping others warm. thus is the burden of the unwanted child — the save the marriage baby — desperate to fill in cracks and holes in the sinking ship that was your parents' marriage. yours is a constant dance on a precarious tightline, side-stepping landmines and tiptoeing on eggshells while you dazzle and distract; desperate to fulfill the herculean task of thawing the ice that'd long since settled on the eaves of your childhood home only to inevitably fall short of the mark every single time, there's a deep sense of inadequacy that sinks deep into your bones as the cold war continues to rage behind closed doors. it's never enough. why is it that you never manage to be enough? it's sometime around your eighth birthday that the bow breaks — an image you'll never be able to erase from your mind. your father storming out into the inky night, his back illuminated in the flickering porch light until the slam of the door behind him shakes the house to its foundation; there’s a finality about it that’s only further proven when the news of the divorce comes in a matter of days. with little time to devote to single fatherhood, the decision is made that he'd concede primary custody to your mother. you’re inconsolable — a wailing, pitiful mess for months to follow. and yet, you comply... a reluctant concession. life won't all roses in the seaside town she relocates to — her hometown — with your mother makes pennies on the dollar working as a seamstress, struggling and miserable while your father remarries and has two more kids that now occupy your childhood bedroom. He seems… content, nowadays, while the sharp tang of resentment fills the air around your mother like a storm cloud looming overhead. you try to ignore the sting of betrayal, the weight of being utterly replaceable, only break your own heart in the process. it's easier to exist in the far recesses in your mind, wrapping yourself in sweet reveries and dissociative bliss, than it is to accept the gaping wound that is your heart still furiously beating in your chest. Wishful thinking becomes reality as you straddle between the real world and the world of your own creation — a world where love conquers all and where there's someone out there that'll be willing to fill in your empty spaces, where good things come to good people and there's someone out there for everyone. there's a dreaminess about you, an intangibility in the distance in your eyes — the manic pixie dream girl with stars in her eyes and a heart given away too freely, an unpredictable rollercoaster of intoxicating highs and equally devastating lows, the romantic hero of your very own novel just waiting to be swept away in fate's grand design. romanticizing your life isn't just the whimsy most may see, but an act of survival. you're a magnetic force with a heart so occupied by everything that it's ready to burst at any second, feeling so deeply that all of it — the joy, the fury, the yearning — threatens to swallow you whole. it's no wonder why you find friends so easily, you enigmatic thing. it's no wonder that you never seem to stay single for long, wanting to be wanted so badly that you'll fall into whatever arms wait for you in the hopes that they'll be the one to finally complete you. it's no wonder how you turn to art as a means of expressing feelings too intense to put into words, choosing to expose them in broad splashes of color and ethereal imagery as if to afford others access into that dreamscape of your mind. your fire casts those around you in brilliant light, wrapping them in familiar warmth so long as they don't reach too close to touch. but fire devours, devastates, and you wonder how many flights of fancy and re-breaking of that raging heart it'll take until those flame leave you little more than ash and smoke, drifting in the wind.

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 —

meet noelle! all emotion and passion, intensely romantic and desperately clinging to every bit of idealism she can hold onto, she admittedly has a reputation of being a little... well, much, from time to time.

As mentioned above, she wound up feeling very unwanted by her parents, which fueled a drive to carving a place out for herself among friends and peers. She has the tendency of being a clingy, needy friend and a serial dater, and will often go to great lengths in the name of keeping people in her life.

Quick to upset, quick to anger… quick to anything, really — she’s a hurricane, personified. The one thing she isn’t quick to is changing her mind — she’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and clings to her convictions like there’s no tomorrow.

Most of her ‘good ideas’ end up being ridiculous and poorly thought out fever dreams — 10/10 do not recommend following along with her schemes unless you’re eager to clean up her messes or are looking for trouble.

She has a passion and talent for art and went so far make a career out of it out of school, but that lasted all of a couple of months until she realized she didn’t have the constitution for the ‘starving artist’ lifestyle. Hairdressing ended up being a compromise, but it’s not quite fulfilling enough for her.

I've got tons of potential plot hooks listed at the bottom of her dossier (linked at the top of the post!) — feel free to take any and all if you're looking to get sucked up into her messiness!

#hitheintro #intro tag tbd!

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madnesstaleofficial · 8 months

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🎉♥Happy 8th anniversary Undertale✨🎊

Today marks 8 years since this gem of the video games came to light and to celebrate I did something special with my au.You already know Madfri,Charness,Flowey and Kris but taking advantage of this I wanted to introduce Madness!Temmie (Tami) along the way to present her,by the way I want to share something that I had in me for a long time even before starting Madnesstale definitively.

⚠Warning:This is gonna be long and also talks about things i didn't share with anyone until now so i don't know i someone its gonna be offended.If you wanna give your opinion in the comments please do it with respect.With that say here we go.

I found Undertale in 2016 when I was 12 years old,at that time I wanted to dedicate myself to drawing but I was going through a difficult time and my depression was beginning to arise,giving me a large series of problems along with a lot of regrets that haunt me to this day.Thanks to the game,its community and its aus I began to feel better and I was able to get inspired again to do my projects and in this way help others or inspire them.

With all this,I also had the intention of making my own au and in that way contributing to the community,but the problem is that no matter what concept or name I gave it,they were all already taken.It wasn't until August 2020 that I decided to take it up again,I didn't have Internet at that time and I was bored wandering in my thoughts and looking at the gallery on my phone until I saw several images of series and video games and a fanart of Frisk in Wonderland that everything began to form and that was when everything was decided.

I started slowly since I had no experience drawing monsters,so I decided to go with the humans first and tried to make the plot of the history,what to do with each character,if include Deltarune,etc.Thanks to the fact that I took the end of 2021 and more than half of 2022 on sabbatical before going to college It helped me not only work on the au,but also on my other projects and I also looked for inspiration in youtubers,video games of all kinds,series,cartoons,anime and more to have more ideas,I even went back to watch the first season of Underverse and finally see the story of Xtale for it,both incredible projects of course...But when I saw the first episodes of the second season of Underverse everything took an unexpected turn for me.

At first I was excited,I hadn't started watching it until they released the first part of episode 0.7,everything was going well until I saw episode 0.6,to avoid spoilers for those who haven't seen it I'll say a little about what happens.From the events of the first season of the series,Cross arrives in the Omega Timeline,a place created by Core! Frisk and habitants of Aus that no longer exist or from genocide routes who only want to live in peace,the residents of all aus from the multiverse are temporarily there (Except the original universe)because their homes were destroyed by Error!Sans and they wouldn't come back to them until further notice.During the episode Cross is angry about the current situation happening apart related with his au and being in the omega timeline even though he told Core that he would go for his friends to the point that he pushes to Dream who only wants to help him and he is already hurt,he decides to give up and falls into a deep negativity which brings many problems,but it helps him remember the purpose for which he fights, redeem himself from his mistakes and accept Dream's help.You can see it is a great evolution in Cross as a character but now comes the question¿What is my problem with this episode?¡None!The truth is this is one of my favorite episodes of the series so far since you can see the work and quality that Jakei puts in their projects as well as the large number of aus that the Undertale community has created, but this is what happens.

When I watched the episode you would think that I was very happy and excited like everyone else and I was,but after see it I started to feel angry with Core for the way she acted that seemed indifferent to everything and everyone's attitude towards Cross that later they acted as if nothing happened between him and Dream and decided to support them later during the battle of the episode so he could win,so I ended up relating it to hypocrisy and feeling bad for Cross along with great anger and frustration.But some time later after I calmed down,I decided to watch the episode again and I realized that I made a big mistake and came to conclusions without thinking beforehand.Although Core seems indifferent and doesn't care about others unless it's for her convenience,she really does and in Part of it can be reflected in his attitude towards Cross when he expresses concern for him as well as for others and it is true that everyone reacted badly because Cross pushed Dream and his hostility,but it was nothing else because of that,they did not blame him for what happened to their worlds since Error was who did that and in the fight he decided to redeem himself and trust Dream and when everyone tries to help them they generate positive feelings and during this it is seen in the dialogues that they are supporting Dream but also Cross as I think they realized he tried to redeem himself and that's why they supported him.

Thanks to this I was able to reflect and realize that the anger I felt was not because of the episode but because I didn't feel capable of achieving with Madnesstale or my other projects the same as the rest of the creators of aus or Jakei herself and not becoming part of something like this and started feeling powerless and useless,but along with that I could see that I identified with Cross in many aspects since I also have many regrets and I want to redeem myself from them and improve as a person.Despite to all this bad experience that I created and that keeps coming and going even until now,I remind myself that I should not let it affect me and remember again and again that I managed to realize that I was wrong and see the positive as that I am already contributing little by little with the community.Even over the years I still love Undertale and what this wonderful community has created that continues strong despite the years and that has served as a great source of inspiration for what I want to do in the future.

If you have read this far, thank you very much for taking the time to read my story, relief and analysis.The truth is that I have not told anyone about this since I have no one to talk to about these types of things and even if I told someone online It could seem uncomfortable and I want to avoid having problems of any kind due to bad experiences in the past.I also cried writing all this and honestly i feel better with everything and myself.Even if no one see this or don't care,especially because this account is recent and doesn't have so much followers,i'm glad to vent out about this and keep going with my goals.

With that said Happy Anniversary Undertale and tha still receiving more love ahead in the future. ♥

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