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patheticgirlsteve · 1 year

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This is easily the most inconvenient moment possible for Eddie to have a hard-on and yet, here he is, standing in the remains of what used to be the Hawkins Public Library with his dick hard as a rock in his pants.

Eddie had heard tell of a nailbat, rumors of Steve Harrington’s weapon of choice in dealing with matters related to the Upside Down, but it had seemed mythical to him. The way the boys talked about Steve wielding it made him sound like a hero from some ancient mythology.

“You should have seen him, Eddie,” Dustin would grip Eddie’s arm with a grasp that hurt as he regaled Eddie with the tale of Steve in the Junkyard Fighting the Demodogs once more. “He was such a badass, like, so insanely cool!”

Eddie is deeply glad that he was not present at that battle, but there is a part of him that wishes he could have seen it. That he could have seen Steve wield the suburban equivalent of a mace while trying to defend his brood of strange children.

Not that Eddie would ever admit that, of course. He and Steve are tentative friends, and Eddie is not going to risk what progress he and Steve have made in maintaining a civil relationship just because he thinks the guy is hot. Of course he thinks Steve is hot, so does every other breathing human in Hawkins, Indiana.

So, yeah, Eddie is keeping that piece of information to himself. Taking it to his grave. Besides, they’re in the middle of an apocalypse and now is hardly the time for getting horny over Steve Harrington proving competence with a blunt instrument.

But apparently Eddie’s dick never got that memo. Because he’s standing here watching Steve knock those goddamn fucking demobats out of the spore infested Hawkins sky with his infamous bat, dripping with blood and snarling at the monsters. He swings with a terrifying rage in his eyes, laser focused on removing each and every single bat from the sky with a sort of feral grace that shouldn’t be possible.

Eddie watches, pants uncomfortably tight, as Steve makes one final swing at the last bat standing (flying?) with a flourish of his wrist, giving the nailbat a little twirl before using it to strike the last creature down.

Steve Harrington is absolutely unreal.

He turns around to face Eddie and Eddie is reminded that, oh yeah, they’re in the middle of a massive battle right now and he had maybe let himself get a little distracted and wow, the blood dripping through Steve’s chest hair as he tosses the nailbat onto his shoulder with practiceed ease is really doing it for Eddie, which would be fine (well, not fine, but at least somewhat manageable) if it were literally any other moment in time.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks Eddie, voice hoarse and raspy in a way that really shouldn’t be sexy because it’s probably caused by Steve breathing spores and demobat guts or something else equally horrifying, but it is hot and there is something deeply wrong with Eddie.

And maybe there is some single solitary shred of mercy left remaining in the universe, because Steve is seemingly too focused on the war waging around them to clock the bulge in Eddie’s pants.

“Yup!” Eddie nods, feeling like a bobble head in his enthusiasm. “Great! Feeling great! Never better!”

Steve gives him an odd look, considering, but seems to accept Eddie’s assertion that he’s unharmed. He probably just attributes the strange behavior to Eddie’s general weirdness, which is perfectly fine with Eddie.

“Good,” Steve’s eyes drift to the steadily growing dark cloud that obscures much of the red sky. “Let’s get moving then.”

He stomps past Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder as he passes. Eddie closes his eyes and scrapes the corners of his mind for the least sexy thoughts he can summon to will his boner away.

“You coming?” Steve calls back from a few yards behind Eddie.

“Right behind you, big boy,” Eddie says. He takes a deep breath in and out before turning to follow Steve back into the fray.

#um. i can explain.#i was inspired by a post #i wrote a different ending to this that was um. well #but i thought that maybe i shouldn’t post that since i know i have minors following me on here #btw!!#minors dni #ok bye i gotta go do something else now #steddie #steve #eddie #ficlet #my writing #anya.txt

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newtonsheffield · 3 months

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Wow Violet is harsh. Um....how do they make up? If they do? Kate and Anthony will end up together and he's going to be her consort one day. How are the family dynamics then?

I think it’s awkward at first. It’s for sure awkward.

Kate understands that Violet was scared for Anthony, she knows that Anthony’s father died a long while ago and she must have been worried that Anthony would pass well. Kate was terrified for him as well. Kate’s also not unaware how their relationship must seem to Anthony’s mother. Especially given she mustn’t have had any prior warning and this was likely one of the worst days of her life. It must seem as though she was stringing Anthony along, and for a moment Kate watched Francesca balk at her mother’s reaction to Kate. Cataloguing it for her own relationship most likely.

“You’re still here.”

Kate froze at the sound of Anthony’s mother’s voice the next morning , Anthony’s decision still weighing heavily on her mind, anxiety already bubbling in her stomach from her father’s visit looming. Kate turned slowly, suddenly wishing she’d taken off Anthony’s sweater. She tried not to look at Edwina who’d arrived recently, sitting on the sofa, watching curiously.

“Yes, Mrs Bridgerton. I’m still here.”

Ben smiled tightly behind her a tray of coffee in his hand, “Your Highness, Good morning.”

“You don’t have to call me that. Kate is… Kate is just fine.”

Ben smiled, shuffling his way into the room and nudging his mother forward with a sigh to make way for his sister, Daphne who smiled politely. Benedict inclined his head at Edwina, shooting to break the tension they could all feel in the room. “Ah, the troublemaker Princess.”

Edwina waved her hand regally, “The great corrupter.”

“Where’s the brave little boy?” Ben gestured to the space in the room left by his bed.

Kate smiled at him a little thankfully, “They’ve just taken him for some scans. He won’t be too long.”

No one spoke for a moment, all of them standing awkwardly. “I had heard the King dragged you away. It was all over the news.”

Kate nearly heard Ben wince beside her, his eyes closing briefly at his mother’s statement. Edwina bristled and Kate cleared her throat before her sister had the chance to open her mouth.

“He only wanted to talk to me.”

“And then you came back here.”

Kate tried not to shrink under the other woman’s gaze, “Then I came back here. My Appa will be back later today as well.”

Violet Bridgerton’s face flickered with surprise, “To use my son as a photo opportunity.”

Kate’s stomach lurched, “No. No. He’s very grateful to Anthony and he only wants to thank him.”

“For nearly dying for you.”

“I don’t think you’re being very fair.” Edwina said sharply at the exact same time as Benedict sighed,

“Mum, we spoke about this.”

Kate swallowed taking a deep breath, “Mrs Bridgerton, I understand that this has probably come as a shock to you; But I do love your son. I… wish he had never gotten hurt and I will live with that for the rest of my life but I’m going to be with him for as long as he wants me to be. I would never ask him to choose between his family and me and i hope you want either. We’d better start getting used to one another.”

The door swung open and an Orderly pushed Anthony through the door in his bed. He gave Kate an apprehensive look as he greeted his Mother, “Hi, Mum.” He kissed her cheek and then his sister’s “Daphy.”

Violet ran her fingers quickly through his hair but her eyes barely left Kate, staring her down as though to test her. Anthony leaned up to kiss Kate softly, “You okay?”

She nodded, though she didn’t feel a bit of it. “Don’t be worried about me. How are you?”

Anthony sighed, “I’m very ready for my morphine drip to be reconnected.”

Kate’s stomach lurched uncomfortably with guilt, “I’m sorry.”

“What ah… kind of drugs are we talking?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, peering around Kate to his brother, “Are you going to steal morphine from a mortally injured man who might never regain use of his arm?”

“If he’s my brother, I’d give it a red hot crack.”

Anthony took a deep breath, “Well, your brother’s about to be the official companion of the crown Princess.”

Kate watched as Violet’s eyes widened in surprise, taking in her son’s statement before she took a deep breath, “Well, your companion and I are going to get to know each other apparently.”

#bodyguard au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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st-danger · 1 year

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Hello, hi, I just want to say, holy shit your writing is amazing. I've fallen into the black hole that is your Swiss and Dewdrop dynamic and, just, wow. I never thought I'd go for the whole feminization thing but, apparently I just needed to read how you write it and, welp, there we go.

Which, I have to wonder, how would either of those boys do with having Dew in a corset, all laced up tight and making his tiny waist even tinier?

... Just some, uh, food for thought. 👀👀

(and now I shall scurry back to my desk and see if I can get away with reading more of these fics at work without being caught)

He goes completely still. The entire time.

Swiss isn't even lacing it particularly tight; enough for him to feel it, enough to accentuate the shape the boning of the corset provides, but it isn't tight like he'll pass out. He's breathless, sure, but that has very little to do with the corset and everything to do with the way he feels Swiss staring, appraising him. The way large hands are skimming down his sides.

Swiss stands before him, and Dew suppresses a shiver, keeping his hands clasped behind his back to give Swiss easy access to touch and admire.

"Looks good," Swiss huffs out. The black satin makes him feel regal and untouchable and also very easy. A pretty fabric for a clothing article that will cinch his waist in, make it harder for him to move.... a pretty trap for a fly to wear for a spider. "You look so slight."

Dew watches with a dreamy sort of detachment as Swiss follows the ribbing of the corset, drags his fingers down, mapping the shape it gives him. Swiss isn't wrong, and there's something about the juxtaposition of his large hands and delicate, silky fabric that makes it seem more pronounced.

The hands trail further, and then Dew is breathing in, shuddery and uneven, while Swiss cups his length in the matching panties. Holding, and then groping at him with long, slow strokes that have his heart racing immediately. He still can't figure out why he enjoys this as much as he does. He spends so much time presenting himself as sharp and imposing despite his stature- what a strange thing, to enjoy watching and participating in all that hard work being dismantled.

"Can you hold my hips," Dew says, mouth dry, "when you fuck me?"

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fanfiction #swiss ghoul #ghost headcanons #swiss/dew #dewdrop/swiss

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chuckie-t · 2 years

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I'll take the BCC dare if you like lol. So Yuta x reader prompt "this is the guy?" When he finds out the reader has a crush on Regal that she never told him about??

i enjoyed writing this so much i gave myself so many giggles, i love requests like these

"This is the guy?" // W.YUTA

pairing - wheeler yuta x gn!reader

warnings - slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing to write home about, swearing

"hey babe", your boyfriends voice sounded from in front of you, "you were a wrestling fan when you were younger right?"

You raised a brow. He knew that you were, after all you worked for AEW just like he did and this was hardly a profession someone just fell into. So you knew full well there was an underlying meaning to this question.

"yes... why do you ask?"

"did you ever have a crush on anyone? like a school girl/boy type thing?"

You felt your face warm up and held a cold hand to your cheek. Of course he would ask that. Maybe he noticed? No, he couldn't have. You had a thing for William Regal since you were a teen but it was a silly, brad pitt-esque crush and you knew nothing would come from it - nor did you really want it to. But wow, if the presence of the man didn't still fluster you. It was safe to say everyone had assumed you were star struck and, to an extent, you were.

So when your boyfriend started working with him, you couldn't believe it. It was very much a mix of nerves and excitement but also pride for your partner and all he had accomplished. Sure, Mr Regal was attractive when you were younger but you were in love with Wheeler.

"yes."

"You gonna elaborate on that babe or?"

"nope."

The dark haired man chuckled at you and continued to drink his coffee. You were sat in catering, both of you in workout gear as you had a while till the beginning of dynamite. Since he had joined the BCC, Wheelers confidence had really gone up and it was attractive, to say the least. Underneath it all, he was still your same dorky Wheeler and thats how you fell for him so you wouldn't have him any other way. Still, you could appreciate a man that can handle himself.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at you comically.

"I'll get it out of you at some point" he teased

"mhmm yeah, you do that babe"

You raised your eyebrows at him and turned back to your food, hoping it would hide any suspicious look you might've been sporting.

Of course, Wheeler hadn't actually been working with him that long and you, despite the fact you were his partner, had never actually met Mr Regal. Lord knows how you would've fallen over yourself if you had.

You could still feel Wheeler's eyes on you, staring a hole in the side of your head. Looking up at him with a raised brow, sandwiched half to your mouth, you gave him a look as if to say 'what?'

He shrugged... helpful.

"You're not dropping this are you?" you groaned, dropping your food back on to your plate for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight.

"not a chance, it has to be someone here right? otherwise you'd tell me"

There was not a chance he was letting this go. Honestly, if it were any other man you would've resigned yourself and given in to your boyfriends questioning but this was far too embarrassing for you to admit to him. Especially if it had even the slightest chance of getting around to the other members of the Blackpool Combat Club. The ribbing you would get from Mox would be painful enough, let alone the sheer mortification of William Regal himself knowing about your childhood crush on him.

Your silence gave Wheeler all the answer he needed, he grinned to himself, laying a hand on your upper arm.

"this? is golden" he smiled, a big cheesy grin that you would've adored in any other situation but right now wanted nothing more than to slap it off of his face.

Pursing your lips, you decided a façade was better than folding by a country mile.

"uh huh, okay pretty boy and do report back to me when you figure that one out"

And with that you returned to your neglected sandwich, letting your partner know that this conversation was over, at least for now.

it had been two days since your conversation and you and your darling boyfriend were currently in the gym, him lifting weights and you panting on an adjacent bench. The room was empty apart from you, only you two were crazy enough to be doing this kinda stuff at the hour you were anyway.

"so" you heard a a voice ring from next to you, "is it jeff?"

Huffing, you turned to stare at him.

"is what jeff?"

"your crush-"

"oh my god you're still on this"

He burst into breathless laughter and set the bar in his hands down, rubbing his palms against the black of his gym shorts. It was unbelievable to you how such a gorgeous man could be such a moron sometimes but oh well, that's Wheeler Yuta for you.

"come onnn y/n, he's athletic and handsome" he spoke through puffs of air, "plus he spent most of his wwe days in fishnets"

You felt a sharp elbow nudge your side playfully at the last part of his sentence and opened your eyes to raise an eyebrow at him once more. Something you found yourself doing a lot at his shenanigans lately.

"you sure you're not the one with the crush here?"

He shrugged, putting his thumb and finger below his chin in as if taking your words into account.

"maybe so, those cargo pants did wonders for his ass"

You let out a snort and chucked your towel at him, damp fabric hitting his face just as he burst into another peal of laughter.

"no, dumbass, it was not Jeff Hardy" you thought for a bit, "okay he's hot but not specifically who we're talking about"

He offered you a hand and you pulled on it until you were standing chest-to-chest with him. Smiling, you leaned in close, even after exercising he had this... Wheeler Yuta smell about him. It was soft like cotton and gentle on the nose with a natural scent from remainder of his cologne. It was nice, safe even. Smiling gently, you leant up to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering slightly.

"are you ever gonna tell me?" he whispered against your lips, hands encircling your waist.

"hmm let me think on it... nope"

and with that you ran out of the gym room, your companions laughter echoing off the corridor as he followed you into the showers. -

Two days turned into two weeks of never ending quizzes and not quite satisfactory answers. Wheeler had tried everyone he could possibly think of that had worked or was working in AEW that you could've watched when you were younger.

"hmm, Christian?"

"No, he's not bad looking though"

"chris jericho"

You stared blankly at him.

"okay, point taken" he winced, "ooh Sting?"

"Not quite honey, almost though"

A couple pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall towards where you were sitting in catering and you both looked up to see Mox and Bryan, along with a slightly disgruntled looking Eddie Kingston.

Smiling, you nodded towards the other two and looked up at Eddie.

"hey Ed's"

He grinned back at you, patting you on the head slightly before parking himself next to the other two, across the table from you and Wheeler. He was like an older brother to you since you joined AEW in it's early days and you were very close with him and Mox - both having acted like mentors in the couple years you had worked together.

"Oh my god it's not Eddie is it?"

You scowled, turning to your boyfriend just so you could slap his arm gently.

"no you dumbass, of course it's not, how could i have watched him when I was younger?"

He pouted, rubbing his arm.

"okay just a guess, you're so mean" he said, dragging out as many pity points as he could.

Rolling your eyes, yet again, you planted your lips on his cheek, much to the chagrin of your company. Mox grunted a question from across the table.

"is Eddie what?"

Your face warmed.

"it's nothing, isn't that right babe?" you glared at your boyfriend, who already had a cheeky smile on his face.

Fuck.

"y/n here had a crush on a wrestler we work with growing up and i'm trying to figure out who it is"

Groaning, you slammed your head on the table.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Bryan and Mox as well as Eddie's all too noticeable cackle.

"will you guys shut up pretty soon the entire roster will be on my case" you groaned onto the cool metal of the table beneath your face.

This? you were truly never going to here the end of. Yoots? bad in his own right. But Jon and Eddie? that was a whole other shit show. You had been the butt end of enough of their ribs in the past few years to be well aware of that fact. Mr 'American dragon' was mostly unknown territory to you but with how close you seemed to be getting, you could safely assume you were in for the same sort of stuff.

"nah c'mon kid, who'd you have the hots for then?"

Groaning against the table, you stuck your middle finger up in what you hoped was Eddie's general direction, only serving to earn yourself even louder cackles.

"Aww, it's not so bad, I married my wrestling crush" Bryan

Yuta's flustered "hey" from next to you succeeded in making you lift your head, grinning at the man in front of you. At least someone was on your side.

"hm... Matt Hardy?"

"Not you too" you wailed, much to the entertainment of all three guys around you.

"nono they seem more like a Jeff kinda person"

"Nope!" wheeler chimed in, "already asked that"

"what about Punk?"

The table went silent.

"you've got to be shitting me" you whispered.

Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked at the three of them. They were all in different stages of trying to not burst into laughter at your situation and therefore fed up face. It was clear from the way Eddie and Mox was looking at you that they genuinely thought you were going to say yes to that suggestion.

"what, no!" you exclaimed, once again being surrounded by hyena-like laughter from your lovely company.

"Oh come on now lads" a British accent rang from the doorway.

You froze.

"leave the poor girl/boy/person alone to eat their food you vultures"

There he was, in all his three-piece-suit glory. The man himself, your childhood crush, William Regal. Of course you had met by now but briefly and in only short conversation. This? a completely different ball park, especially with the conversation you were just having.

You swallowed, nodding at the man and then returning swiftly to your position, face down on the table.

"did you uh, hear our conversation?" Wheeler gently posed the question to his mentor.

"No, I choose not to earwig on whatever things you might get up to, Mr Yuta"

"y/n... you good?" asked Bryan from above you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide as if trying to communicate for him to please not tell Yuta or Regal was was evident on your face. He pursed his lips, evidently trying not to laugh, you looked at Jon who was doing something much similar.

Eddie broke first.

A little squeaking noise of his laugh escaping his lips. Just that one noise and all three of them were off, chortling like middle age men in a pub. Once again, you died of embarrassment and head butted the table.

"oh my god" you heard Wheeler's voice ring next to you, in a horrified sound of recognition.

"him?" he asked, incredulously, "this is the guy?"

You peered at him from beneath the cave you had made with your arms, nodding sheepishly.

"This is golden" wheezed Eddie from accross the table.

Mr Regal looked on in confusion, brows furrowed at his usually very well put together team. After a few seconds of staring, he sighed, muttered something about coffee and left the room.

Once he had gone, the mess that was the three roaring men across from you and the one, very shocked boyfriend next to you, finally quieted.

"so... Regal?"

"Eddie" you muttered, "i'm going to kill you now"

Wheeler had just the right speed of reflex to catch you before you launched yourself accross the table at your friend, who was once again cackling like a mad man.

Later that night you were snuggling in bed with Wheeler, head laid on his chest as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.

"hey y/n?"

you hummed.

"you would never leave me for Regal right?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. Chuckling, you sat up slightly and looked at your boyfriend. The low light of the hotel lamp reflected off of his dark eyes and the soft glow made his tan skin look almost angelic. A beautiful person to behold, and one you couldn't believe was yours in the first place. How lucky you felt.

"absolutely not, I have everything I need right here"

You leant forward, sliding your lips against his in a slightly risqué display of your loyalty. Large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling them closer to his and setting your stomach alight. You smirked against his mouth, opening your eyes to stare into his lustfully.

"besides" you teased, dragging a finger up his chest. "he is married after all"

"oh that's it"

A giggle escaped you as you were flipped onto the bed. A head of dark hair entered your vision as he jokingly buried his face in your neck, planting wet, ticklish kisses there.

Yeah, you had everything you needed.

i enjoyed this so much, i live for BCC & co requests, requests are open by the way!

#aew imagine #aew x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #bcc x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #wheeler yuta imagine #wrestling imagine

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maple-seed · 2 years

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Thrown - Chapter 17: Retaliation

Summary: Loki encounters several things he doesn't expect at the market.

Word Count: 1,829

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When Loki joined you for the market this morning he didn't bother with any pretense. Likewise, you didn't ask for any explanation. He had arrived and let himself in at your gate while you were opening the stable. You greeted him warmly and offered him breakfast after you fed the animals. It was very matter-of-fact, as if it had been expected. Nothing needed to be discussed. He loaded the wagon, you groomed the horse, it was practically routine by now.

The ride to the market was quiet and peaceful and unpacking at the booth was similarly by-rote. Loki sat on a crate while you put the horse away. The quiet bustle of merchants was accompanied by a cool breeze. Ash returned from his lap around the vendors and placed his grey muzzle on Loki's knee. A small smile tugged at the corner of Loki's mouth as he stroked the dog's fur. "Was your morning venture successful?" Ash didn't answer.

You returned to the booth shortly before Khadija and Hani arrived at theirs. Hani made her way over and dutifully asked you about your scar. Loki leaned back as you regaled her with a story that involved an entire herd of elephants and a rather ingenious use of palm leaves on your part. When Hani turned her bright eyes to him and asked to see his magic he bent forward and showed her an empty hand, then conjured a small white flower. Her expression of wonder shifted to giddy delight as he tucked it behind her ear. She squealed her usual thanks and bounded off to her mother, pointing to the flower.

"Careful, Loki." You were watching with a smirk. "You're going to steal her heart." "Hm. Yes, I will need to be vigilant. If she falls in love with me, no human man will ever compare." You laughed. "A surefire tragedy."

Customers began filtering in through the stalls and the day began. Loki was surprised when a young woman asked him his opinion on a mug she was considering. By the time their conversation was finished he had convinced her she needed a plate to match, for her afternoon tea, and then also a bowl in the same glaze because if you have the other two, why not complete the set? She was very pleased and once she had left with her purchases you turned to Loki, wearing a grin.

"That was very impressive. You're quite the salesman." "Child's play." He said dismissively. "She already wanted the items, I merely helped reveal her own desires to her." "Wow. That's very zen." He rolled his eyes. "You are making more of it than it is." "Yes, Sensei." You smirked. He scoffed.

A boy approached, a teenager, by Loki's guess. You seemed to recognize him. "Good morning, Aksel. What can I do for you?" He looked nervous, his eyes cut between you and Loki. "Mother sent me to ask... there's a customer at the booth, we can't understand him. Could Mr. Loki translate?" You looked to Loki with a smirk. "Mr. Loki, are your interpreter services available?"

He considered it for a moment. He was certain you wouldn't fault him if he declined. But then, what would he stand to gain by declining? Of course, he also had very little to gain by accepting. Despite that, he nodded. "Certainly."

The boy led him to a booth selling jewelry where his mother greeted Loki with a grateful smile. He hadn't met her before, but he recognized a neighboring stall as one he had translated for previously. The customer was trying to make a purchase for his wife and had several questions about metal contents and types of stones and sizes of rings and lengths of chains. Loki dutifully conveyed his questions and the vendor's answers. Finally, he found exactly what he had been looking for (perhaps with a little persuasion from Loki) and left quite satisfied.

"We thank you for your help, Mr. Loki." The woman behind the counter smiled. "Much appreciated." Loki curbed his surprise at the gratitude and gave her a curt nod in response. He returned to your stall without much fanfare. Though you did slip "Mr. Loki" into the conversation several more times.

A few hours later a young couple came to the booth, browsing your wares. Loki did not like the look of them. Based on what they were wearing they clearly had money, and more importantly they wanted others to know they had money. He suspected they had less than what they would lead others to believe. The woman in particular seemed distasteful to Loki, something about the way she was looking at your wares irritated him.

You hadn't yet addressed the couple, you were reorganizing the items on the counter to fill in gaps. The woman's eyes were scanning over the countertop when she suddenly gasped. Her hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling your arm up into view. Loki bristled.

The woman spoke in English as she pointed at your scar. "Oh my god, what happened to your arm!?" You looked up at her, dumbfounded. She mistook your stunned silence for a language barrier. She also subscribed to the belief that by simply speaking louder and slower she would be understood. "WHAT. HAPPENED. TO. YOUR. ARM?" She punctuated each word with a shake of your wrist. Loki was furious. The insolence. He gritted his teeth and had begun to step forward when you took action. You pulled your hand free to gesticulate and responded in English--putting on the most absurd Norwegian accent Loki had ever heard-- and matched her volume. "MOOSE BITE ME." She looked confused. "What?" "MOOSE!" You spread your hands wide on either side of your head, like antlers. "Murrrr. MOOSE." Disbelief mingled with her confusion and she spoke to the man beside her. "A moose did that?" "MOOSE BITE. BIG TEETH." You pointed at your mouth and gnashed your teeth to demonstrate. "VERY NASTY." The man and woman watched you for a moment, her confused expression now tinged with disgust as well, and she quietly pushed the man forward to move on without another word.

Loki exhaled and worked to regain his composure. You watched the couple leave, waving, and turned around when you heard applause. Khadija and Hani had apparently been privy to the spectacle, and were clapping from their booth. Loki smirked and joined in as you gave an exaggerated bow. He had been on the verge of physically removing the woman for her disrespect. You had disarmed the situation with only a harmless joke at her expense.

"That was impressive." He admitted. "Child's play." You said with a wink.

The day continued with much less excitement. Loki helped you make a few more sales. You praised him each time but he insisted he was doing very little. Shortly after lunch a small elderly woman arrived at the stall. You didn't need any assistance with this sale; the woman seemed to know you. She was a local, and a repeat customer by the sound of it. She was purchasing multiple items as gifts and was chatting with you while you packed her purchases into a box. Once the transaction had been completed and all her items packed away you turned to him.

"Loki, would you mind helping Mrs. Hansen carry her things to her car?" The little old woman looked up at him with a kind smile. "Oh, would you, dear? He had little choice. "Of course." He lifted the box circled to the front of the stall. "Oh thank you, son, thank you!" She said cheerfully. "It's my pleasure, madam." "Thanks, Loki!" You called from the booth as they began walking. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a nod. There was something peculiar about your smile but he didn't have time to think about it as the woman led him away.

As they walked she began talking to Loki. First about who the gifts were for -- her nieces and nephews, Loki learned, and this was fine. Then she mentioned how it would have been difficult for her to carry the box all this way, and to illustrate this she began going into exhaustive detail about her various medical ailments. She spoke as if this were a conversation but he was given little chance to respond. Loki tried to quicken his pace to shorten the trip, but found he was limited to the speed at which an old woman walks. She continued on and told him about her several cats and their names. Inevitably, she explained each of her cats' medical ailments. By the time they reached her car he was uncomfortably well-educated on feline gastronomy.

The box was stowed safely in her vehicle but to Loki's dismay the conversation continued. Her siblings and cousins and their many shortcomings needed to be aired. Loki tried to extricate himself from the situation politely. He would try to interrupt or imply he was needed elsewhere, but she didn't take note. Even if he took a step away she would take a step closer. He began to wonder if he would be held hostage by etiquette for the rest of his days. Would you come looking for him? Would anyone? Could he perish from an overdose of gossip? It felt like he could.

Just as he was considering simply breaking into a sprint, the woman caught sight of someone else she knew on the sidewalk. She quickly thanked Loki for his help and called out to her next unsuspecting victim. Loki wasted no time leaving. When he returned to your stall you were helping another customer. He sat down on a crate and stared numbly at the ground, trying to recoup some of his energy. He did his best to think of anything other than ulcers and cat bowel movements and That Thing Her Cousin's Husband Said Last Year. When you finished with the customer you turned and approached him, leaning down until your eyes were level with his.

"That," you said with conviction, "was for the shark."

He stared at you for a moment with furrowed brows. You had done this on purpose. The shark? What in the Nine were you talking about? His eyes lit as he remembered. The shark. The illusion on the boat. But that had been weeks ago. Months! All this time you had been lying in wait, and then orchestrated this torture in retribution? He never would have suspected. For just a moment he looked at you in awe as he considered how much he had underestimated you.

Then his face grew dark, and his voice was low, and just the hint of a wicked smile graced his face. "Oh, little bird, you cannot fathom the trouble you have stepped into." Your smirk matched his. "I'm not afraid of you." "A testament to your ignorance." You merely laughed and returned to your work.

The market went on and Loki assisted you as he normally would. He could bide his time as well.

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nyxnightshade1332 · 7 months

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Expectations When Expecting

Chapter 8

Chapter 9:

She and Grim walked to their designated area, pushing around a cart that contained a broom, a mop, some rags, and several other cleaning supplies. The school was beautiful, but it was also big, so she was thankful for the task not taking place in a different area.

"Wow, so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible! I didn't get to see it much yesterday." Grim cried out in awe, looking around with childish joy.

"Yeah, it is. This resembles some sort of University campus rather than a high school one. These kids sure have it easy." She remarked playfully before grabbing the broom. "Grab a rag, Grim. You're wiping the plates on the statues down so we can polish."

"Yeah, yeah." Grim paused before grabbing a rag, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Despite not having any thumbs, Grim still managed to grip onto the piece of cloth, running over to the statue and looking up. "Geez. Hench human, What's the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary." She watched as he approached the first one.

"Like, this lady here looks like she's got some reeeal anger management issues." He pointed to a very tall, regal looking woman who carried a heart-shaped scepter.

Yuu narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly before giggling. "Yeah, you're right! She does look like she gets angry a lot." She saw Grim smirk before she attempted to go back to sweeping.

Until she heard a snort from behind her and she whipped her head around to look. A strange ginger haired boy looked back at her, carrying himself with the air of a trickster.

"You don't know the Queen of Hearts?" He asked, seemingly friendly. She clutched her broom closer to her chest, raising a brow.

"Not really... no." She stated, distrusting. She saw Grim put the rag down and run towards the new boy.

"Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?" The cat monster asked. Yuu watched the ginger begin to formulate an idea as he began to explain.

"I mean... yeah. She was a queen who lived in a maze-like garden of roses long, long ago. She was a strict woman who prized order above all." The boy described a woman obsessed with things going her way, a terrifying tyrant who would kill if something was even slightly off. Yuu slowed her sweeping, pausing to look at Ace.

"That's just... Yikes." She shuddered while she continued to push the dust on main street to the outer edges.

"That's seriously messed up!" Grim yowled.

"Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan." The boy gushed. "I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?"

"Yeah, true. A leader needs to be strong." Grim agreed.

Yuu paused for a moment, wrinkling her nose. "You scare me sometimes, Grim." She deadpanned. "Now keep working or I'll limit your lunch." She attempted to adopt the power that mothers tended to have.

"Yeah, fine." Grim stated dismissively, still in awe of the student that was distracting them. "Puttin' that aside... Who're you, now?" He asked the ginger haired boy.

The boy, in turn, gave an amused cackle before bowing playfully. "Name's Ace. I'm a first year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!"

"I'm Grim! I'm a prodigy who's plannin' to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived." Grim hopped up to one of the statues' pedestals, returning a wonky looking bow. He then gestured to Yuu dismissively. "That there's my far less interesting hench-human." This little shi- Yuu's mouth opened, a look of offense marring her facial features.

"Yuu. My family calls me Yuu or Pita. Other people just call me Yuu." She introduced herself, nodding at Ace.

"'Yuu?' Huh. Name's got an odd ring to it." He stated, something in his eyes unsettling the young, pregnant woman.

"Just so you know, I'm not anyone's hench-anything. As a matter of fact," She began, glaring at Grim, who simply ignored her. "I am the one in charge of the cat-gremlin." The way Grim snapped his neck to look at her was almost comical as his eyes lidded and his little mouth opened indignantly.

"Hmph! Rude." Grim grumbled before returning all his attention to Ace. Yuu rolled her eyes, zoning out as she allowed the familiar feel of sweeping take her away from the current suspicious conversations.

With Grace, she gathered any dust and dirt, remembering her past fiance, and how they'd met. She had been tasked to help another guy with sweeping after a Senior prank gone wrong when they were Sophomores. It was stupid, but she'd been glad the two had been placed together. She forced down the pang in her heart.

Focus on the conversation. I can't let them see me cry. She thought to herself, zoning back in. She looked at Ace's demeanor change, as if he were gearing up for something. He explained the story behind the statue of the horned woman to a very animated Grim.

"Ooh. a dragon! What all monsters yearn to be!" Grim bounced excitedly like a toddler.

"Pretty cool, huh? Not like some piddling weasel." The malicious intent was sudden, but not surprising. Yuu prepared to hit both of them, clutching the broom in both hands. This... this is gonna be a long day.

Chapter 10

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #preg!mc #nyx nightshade #twst oc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland prologue

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sarahhelpimsinking · 9 months

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The marauders visit you during the summer Pt. 1

I am writing this because I am currently sun bathing and thinking of them ( this is incredibly self indulgent) please be nice

I am currently laying on my hammock outside in my yard right next to the woods, the sun has decided to go ape shit on everything and try to burn us all. Because it’s so hot I’m in short jean shorts and a black tank top, there isn’t a cloud in the sky and I’m loving it! Book in hand and head phones in my ears I’m very relaxed. i wish I could hangout with my school friends this summer but they are all still in England, I’m American but I go to hogwarts because well it’s hogwarts and is more mystical then livermoony, and the boys and girls were cuter. My best friends though were a bunch of boys who liked to call them selves marauder's. I have written them but it’s not the same, I’ll see them in about two months so I’m looking forward to that. The cool wind brought a slight reprieve from the scorching sun I LIVE IN ALASKA FOR CHRIST SAKES the wild fires were going to get pretty bad if this was kept up. I set the book aside and sighed closing my eyes, i could physically feel myself soaking up the vitamin D. Then I heard it, whooping and hollering of teenage boys . I lifted my head up just as Sirius landed on his broom, what the hell are you doing here! I said still in the hammock he laughed and the rest of the boys joined him. I saw James his tanner skin even more sun-kissed then usual and his wild hair going every-which way, god the summer has treated him good. I hopped out of my hammock and started to walk over but I was suddenly enveloped in a large and very warm bear hug, I laughed as James hugged me. We were about the same height I was about 5’8 him 5’10 but I still tilted my head up a little bit to greet him. He smiled that winning smile of his “Hi Alaska” I smiled “Hi Jamie” then next was siruis and Remus. Remus was a literal bean stock of a man and he towered over me with his soft smile. “ ya Petey boy couldn’t make it” said siruis rolling his eyes “ya he got a girl friend” Remus mocked “REALLY” wow didn’t know Peter could do that I laughed. “You guys seriously travelled all the way here just to see me? I asked in disbelief they nodded “ way to make a girl feel special guys” I heard James whistle and look at me “ damn summers been treating you well “ I blushed deeply. It was hard sometimes being around all my friends who were so gorgeous and fit, I was pretty heavy set and not all that put together with my mop of curly hair that was cut short. Expcially Sirius with his regal smile and dark locks and eyes that looked like they were carved from ice. Remus agreed “ your looking nice and glowy” his thick welsh accent always takes me some getting used to. Remus scars were even more noticeable a harsh contrast to his tanned skin, his hair seemed almost bleached by the summer sun. Sirius was as white as ever and you could see little tiny of pink on his nose and cheeks from the sun. “Same with all of you! Look at you Remus your full of color, can’t say the same for you Sirius you old Victorian ghost” then I winked “still looking fine as ever James” James blushed. Then Sirius looked around “ nice place you got here” thanks I responded dryly. I brought them all inside.

#the marauders x reader #james potter imagine #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #harry potter #fanfiction

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kimberriez · 1 year

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ToS OVA Thoughts

It took me over ten years, but I finally finished the ToS OVA. I couldn’t handle the changes then, not even just to watch it.

Quick Thoughts:

Noishe was done dirty.

The Kvar scene was.... not as meaningful as the game or in the manga. Kratos and Lloyd killing him together is just so *chef’s kiss*

All the exsphere changes really makes the story less meaningful, in a way. I get why they did it, but man.

Taking away Lloyd’s mistakes (Iselia and Palmacosta) kind of cheapens his character growth.

It’s about learning from your mistakes. You guys. That’s the point. That’s what Kratos was trying to teach him, really. Captain Mistakes wanted to make sure his son was better than him.

The animation is really well done and pretty.

Wow, I really don’t care about Regal.

Presea, you’re cool though.

The sword fight choreography is really cool.

Kratos, that’s your son, please stop beating him up.

Yuan. Calm. Down.

Yuan’s hair flip. OH MY GOD

Wow, Nana Mizuki’s voice is gorgeous singing Tenkuu No Canaria

They changed so much it’s almost hard to follow, and I’ve beaten the game seven times.

The Colloyd emphasis is super cute!!

The changes to to the Mithos/Yggy reveal were disappointing.

Kratos’ hair color is changing every “season”.

Moving the Origin duel was a bad choice. Almost dead Kratos (and everyone, really) standing up for Lloyd to Origin was such a nice thing that got totally axed.

Not nearly enough unhinged Mithos. I missed “Son of Kratos!!” especially.

Lloyd’s wings were also done dirty. Loved that whole scene in the game.

THE HUG. GUYS. THE HUG.

NO LOCKET THO. Show the boy what his mom looked like!!!

Botta???? BOTTA????

Mostly I pine for what it could’ve been if they made a whole show instead of an OVA. The manga did a good job shortening the story without taking out too much.

#tales of symphonia #tales of symphonia ova #whats more than abridged?#it's probably obvious who my favorite character is #it's kratos

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bard-llama · 1 year

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WiP Wednesday: Time Travel Zuko 2: Electric Boogaloo

I have 2 WiPs with Zuko traveling through time, which is why this is 2. This one features an older post-canon Zuko traveling back in time to tell his younger self all the things no one ever told him that he wished he’d known.

Things in a fight with the Avatar were never predictable – but sometimes, they were more unexpected than others.

The bright light that encompassed the area made everyone look away, and when Zuko looked back as soon as he could stand to, he saw a tall regal-looking man in fine quality Fire Nation robes… with a golden flame in his hair and a scar on his face.

What!?

“Where did you come from!?” the Water Tribe boy demanded.

“Oh wow, it worked,” the man said with some surprise. He took a moment to assess himself, checking his hands and patting down his body. “Wow, I honestly did not think that would work.”

“What worked? Who are you!?” The waterbender held her hands at the ready, waterskin uncapped.

Zuko was a little stuck on examining the scar, which looked exactly like his – and he’d forced himself to not react to his reflection in the mirror so many times that he knew without a doubt that they looked identical.

“How–!?” he choked out.

Uncle, who always lagged behind during races for the Avatar, caught up just in time to hear the man introduce himself.

“Hello,” he said, bowing and forming the flame. “I am Fire Lord Zuko.”

“What!?”

“Wow, I forgot how young we were,” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ mumbled to himself. And,”they were right about the hair, dammit.”

That made Zuko – the real Zuko flushed, jaw clenching. “What are you playing at!?”

Considering the rest of them were tense and ready to fight, ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ was surprisingly casual as he shrugged. “I genuinely did not think this would work. I’m honestly still reeling a bit. It’s been a long time.”

“Hold on,” the Water Tribe boy interrupted, “are you claiming to have traveled through time!?”

“Yeah, isn’t that wild?” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ outright laughed. It was kind of bizarre to see joy wrinkling the lines of his scar. “Sokka – my Sokka – is probably explaining how this is completely impossible in my time right now.”

“Why are you here?” Uncle asked warily.

‘Fire Lord Zuko’s face turned serious. “Ah, yeah. Um. Okay, it’s maybe a little silly, but I wanted to tell myself all the shit that I figured out later and wished someone had told me. So… like I said, I really didn’t think this would work. Guess the spirits are feeling playful or something.”

“I’m sorry,” Uncle cleared his throat. “You – you claim to be my nephew… from the future?”

“Yeah.”

“I go home, then,” Zuko managed to rasp, still mostly just feeling shocked. But there was some hope in that shock and–

“Ah. Well, not exactly.”

–and it crashed and burned. Zuko frowned, displeased.

“Wasn’t really thinking there’d be witnesses for this, but oh well,” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ said, stepping closer to actual Zuko, who stiffened with the expectation of pain. But all the older man did was put a hand on his shoulder and meet his gaze directly. “He was wrong.”

Zuko sputtered. “What?”

The other man squeezed his shoulder, face serious as he repeated, “he was wrong. He never should have done that. No reasonable person would ever even consider that to be a just punishment. He was wrong. He’s always been wrong. We never deserved any of what he did to us. Ever.” The golden eye holding his gaze was sad, but firm in its resolve. This man meant everything he was saying.

But that couldn’t be true. It couldn’t!

“He – you–” Zuko stammered, trying to find a response that made sense. He knew exactly who the older man was talking about, but it didn’t compute, because it wasn’t possible for Father to be wrong.

“No one ever told me,” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ said quietly. “It took me a long time to figure it out on my own. And I know it’s not that easy. I know you don’t just suddenly believe it. But you need to hear it said. It was never your fault what he did.”

Zuko shook his head, but he couldn’t quite break the other man’s gaze.

The man held it for a long moment and then squeezed his shoulder again and drew back. “That was… really all I had planned, honestly. Not sure what to do now.”

“What the fuck!?” the Water Tribe boy barked. “What the fuck was that!?”

His sister elbowed him for his language, but honestly, Zuko was with him. What the fuck was that and what was he supposed to do with it?

‘Fire Lord Zuko’ just shrugged, tossing long hair over his shoulder. Unlike the real Zuko’s mark of shame, this Zuko had a full head of hair and a proper topknot, the golden flame of the Fire Lord bright against the dark strands.

It was difficult to believe that this could ever be him. It was honestly kind of difficult to even imagine getting to whatever age this other man was. When he thought about the future, he thought about getting back to Father and Azula and Mai and Ty Lee and the turtleducks in the garden and–

But he never thought further than that. He never thought ahead to a time when he might be Fire Lord. The idea kind of terrified him.

“May I ask?” Uncle inquired. “When did you become Fire Lord?”

“The thirtieth anniversary of my crowning was a few months ago,” this other man who wore his face said. At Uncle’s clear shock, he added, “I became Fire Lord at sixteen. Youngest in history,” he grimaced. “The early years after the war were rough for a lot of reasons, but people pissed at a kid being in charge definitely didn’t help.”

“...after the war?”

“Oh, yeah. Um. We – we kind of ended it? All of us? And some other people?”

The Avatar and his friends shared a look. “Like… together?” the Avatar hazarded.

‘Fire Lord Zuko’ scratched his scalp with half a shrug. “Yeah. Um. I changed. A lot. Because it turns out that someone who responds to dissent by burning people is also someone who kind of just wants to burn the whole world down. And he tried.”

Everyone was stunned into silence for a few moments. That – that didn’t – that couldn’t – why would Father want to burn down the world!?

“Why would he burn a kid?” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ countered quietly, and the Avatar’s group gasped, apparently piecing together the thing going unsaid.

“It was a punishment,” Zuko murmured through numb lips. “I deserved it.”

“No,” ‘Fire Lord Zuko’ said clearly, “you didn’t. No one could deserve that. Ever. And someone who does that to others cannot be trusted to lead the world.”

Zuko shook his head. This man was just trying to poison him against his father, that was all these lies were.

Desperate, he looked to Uncle, whose face was so achingly sad that he could hardly manage to meet soft amber eyes.

“He’s right,” Uncle said quietly. “You did not deserve that, Zuko. No one could ever deserve that.”

“But–”

“Wait, your Father burned you and you think that’s okay!?” the Water Tribe boy’s voice was shrill with disbelief. “What the fuck!?”

“Sokka!” his sister hissed, elbowing him.

Zuko glared at both of them.

The Avatar’s big grey eyes were wide with concern just like they had been when Zuko had woken up after taking an arrow to the head.

#atla #wip wednesday #time travel

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writingkitten · 2 years

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Ok I have a lot of piercings and tattoos. Boys opinions?

Oh shit oh shit okay I too have tattoos and (a few) piercings so let’s gooooooooo

Ricardo: loves them. He loves a tough baddie covered in ink, especially in more… risqué places, ya feel? He’s a little less enthusiastic about piercings (he’d love your piercings because they are a part of you but in general eh) he is however VERY enthusiastic about nipple piercings, especially when he can see them through your shirt

Otto: could spend hours staring at every line of ink on your body, buys you piercings when he’s out if he sees them and they remind him of you, will go with you to get your next piercing BUT is kinda squeamish with certain areas (yes he shoved like fifty needles into his spine but he didn’t have to watch it happen)

Doc Ock: he’d get tattoos with you, and he’d get super turned on watching you get pierced (so he’d learn to do it himself so he could give you piercings) likes to nibble and pull certain piercings (ears, nipples, lips, labia if ya got that downstairs)

Robert: loves tattoos, iffy on piercings (he loves surprise piercings aka the kind that he can’t see until you’re naked in front of him it just makes you seem even more naughty) kinda wants to get your name tattooed over his heart tbh

Harding: loves tattoos, loves piercings (yes he’s very formal but he also lives in Portland I mean come on there’s plenty of that flavor of eye candy for him to enjoy) he makes sure your piercings and tattoos are kept clean and don’t get infected, also does research on the best places to get piercings that increase sensitivity because sex

Manuel: wow oh my god listen I have a thing about men of god punishing me so I’m immediately thinking he’d love piercings because he’d attach (lightweight) chains to them and have them stretched just enough that the threat of pain from movement is present (he’d be VERY careful because this can be VERY dangerous!!!!!) also loves tattoos, especially some of the more regal ones (deep blood crimson colored tattoos??? InstaHard.

Harold: he loves “tasteful” tattoos and piercings (he loves all tattoos and piercings but he pretends he only enjoys elegant ones to keep up appearances)

Arden: this is my answer (also wants you to give him a stick n poke)

Dick: *see Arden* (minus the stick n poke)

Armand: okay don’t take this weird but he’d act like a tired father who doesn’t understand his young adult child and their fashion sense (but that’s only at first, after awhile he starts sending you pretty tattoo designs and cool jewelry and buys you some when he finds something he wants to see you in)

Hank: “oh? we got a bad little slut, huh? think you’re tough with all that shit? see if you can handle what I’m about to throw at ya” (aka slimy politician is turned on)

Diego: obsessed with curating your looks, especially when nude (the jewelry and the tats have to accentuate one another)

Horvath: okay so it’s unofficially officially canon that horvath has tattoos because we all say so, so obviously he loves tattoos but he ALSO loves piercings!! Another big fan of nipple piercings specifically

Big Boss (I didn’t watch the whole movie but I watched several of his parts and oof fuck me satan cowboy): dude he dresses in all black I’d be willing to bet he has some tattoos and one nipple pierced, he’s gonna be OBSESSED with a hottie like you covered in ink and metal

Chandler: similar to Big Boss (although I don’t think he wears his nipple piercing all the time, only once in awhile) so again OBSESSED probably even more so than Big Boss he gives me more “fuck tattoos and piercings make me hard” vibes

Frank: strikes me as more traditional, so maybe not a huge fan, but it’s definitely not a dealbreaker

Edelweiss: boi has both nipples pierced, his frenulum pierced, his belly button pierced… doesn’t have any tattoos because he’s too afraid of the ink (???) but he loves tattoos on others

Andres: similar to Manuel, would pay for your tattoos and piercings like the trope of men paying for women’s nails

Dunlop: he likes traditional tattoos and piercings, but, like Frank, it’s not a dealbreaker

Boris: he’d be immediately enamored but you because you’re the first person he’s seen with tattoos and piercings in real life and he wants trace all of the art on your skin and feel the cool metal against his fingertips he’s just so fascinated by you

All Molina Characters: they love you and that means they love every part of you, just because I say some might be less enthused than others doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t LOVE your tattoos and piercings!!! You are happy and have full autonomy and feel confident enough to sport the look you love and that’s all that matters to them

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tacittherapist · 11 months

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Lalonde Live: Episode 2

Hello Paradox Space! I’m Rose Lalonde, and welcome to the second episode of Lalonde Live. On this show, we interview various Paradox Space denizens and ask them deep, provocative questions about various topics. By which I mean this is a convenient excuse to have people over and make conversation. Tonight’s guest: Jade Curie Harley! (@greensungnostic)

[There’s a raucous noise from a nearby band of salamanders and newts. They have no idea how to play the instruments they’ve been given.]

ROSE: How are you, Jade? How was the flight in? JADE: hi rose, miss radio lady! the flight in from across the ship went well, but boy are my arms tired!! heeheehee... ROSE: Haha, lovely as always, Miss Harley. So Jade, do you mind if I call you Jade? Jade, tell me, how long have you been voyaging on this magnificent ship here? JADE: jade is just fine! gosh, ummm... well, due to the nature of paradox space having some wobbly temporospatial elements, its hard to say exactly, but lets put it at... jeez, a bit over a decade! ROSE: Incredible, that takes some perseverance. Just how big is this ship, anyway? I'd wager smaller than a deluxe cruise liner, right? Perhaps a caravel class? Or a battleship? JADE: well, originally it was a carapacian-made battleship from prospit, though i actually upscaled it a good bit with my powers to make beautifying it easier and have more space to work with! ROSE: It does seem like something from a fantastical storybook -- not fantastic, mind you, fantastical. Now Jade, I've heard rumors that this ship's course has changed recently, is that true? JADE: i tried to give it a nice spacious fantastical feel where anyone can find a spot they find cozy :) JADE: oh! yes uhm, weve been searching for ages for the missing members of our session, so we can reunite with our friends, and it sounds like maybe we have finally found them...?? ROSE: Wow! That sounds like a reunion for the ages. Obviously I know -- you know -- both of us know -- we all know who those friends are, but could you list them for the folks back home? JADE: (rose, who exactly is our audience again here?) gosh uhm, theres a lot! our contact is with one karkat vantas, theres a strider who very well may be named dove, theres terezi pyrope and vriska serket, there... MIGHT? be a gamzee makara, and... uhm, theres kanaya maryam ROSE: An all-star cast! You must be excited to meet up with them, hm? JADE: of course! if i wasnt eager to see my friends again i would not have spent all this time looking for them all! ROSE: You know, after all this time it might be hard to remember some details so... mind regaling us with your fondest memory of each of them? JADE: gosh thats a long list of people, but i will try! where would you like me to start?? ROSE: Top to bottom's just fine. Karkat, D. Strider, Terezi, Vriska, (tentatively) Gamzee, and then Kanaya, please. JADE: hmm, well... karkat and i never got on the best, but it was always funny reading the crabby getting crabby and stumbling around over passwords while trying to avoid causal spoilers or temporal shenanigans! JADE: strider, we always used to goof around talking about the silliest things, and sometimes we would send each other music the other made to listen and remix them! but our whole base friend group did that, heheh JADE: terezi is a pest but i mean that affectionately! she liked to bug me and pick at me and the rest of us, but under all the menace i think she is good :) JADE: vriska is a butt who i am pretty sure caused me to have narcolepsy, but she could also he kind of cool sometimes! she didnt talk to me as much as others though... JADE: gamzee... uhm. can i pass on this one and just say that kanaya always seemed really nice and like i wanted to compare gardens with her and talk about space and art and things like that?? ROSE: Aha, that's quite a collection of memories! I can't speak for anyone else, but I'm sure excited to see what happens at this reunion. Maybe we'll get to see a bit of that famous Harley-Vantas bickering in the flesh? Now, are there any special considerations you've taken as you get closer and closer to their coordinates? JADE: well um... it sounds like they have been eating pretty poorly for a while and probably are super fed up with their current accommodations, so i made sure that plenty of food is ready for them, starting with simpler things to help them get used to proper stuff again, then more complex and nutritious things afterwards! also plenty of space to deck out for themselves, and... well, im ready to get either yelled at or hugged or whatever else as the case may be :x ROSE: A bit like waiting for your marks after a test, right? Aha, so. What's next for Jade Harley and her ship of dreams after the reunion? JADE: well, it will be a big step towards being able to work towards finally finishing sburb, though our journey is not over yet! there are still three people to collect at least, from our scratched counterpart timeline! and possibly a fourth! we have one at least, but we need the rest of our dancestors and some of their materials to be able to finish still! ROSE: Fascinating stuff. Who are those people, exactly? (For those of you at home, these are our counterparts made of a different combination of the same ectoslime that made us.) JADE: well we already have jane crocker! we revived her out of a dream bubble after things went south, but she would have to fill you in on the details! we are still missing dirk, who is doves sibling/parent/sibling/offspring, uhhh jake who is my kid grandpa and also my childhood penpal, and roxy who is your mom-daughter, love... im sure this wont get confusing! JADE: and i hear there is a chaaaance we might wind up picking up a cherub girl named callie? ive met versions of her, she is very nice :) ROSE: My my, care not to tease our poor audience back at home, dear! There are only so many names you can drop before this becomes a marketing ploy. ROSE: Now, this one might be a bit difficult, but: what has been your biggest challenge thus far? JADE: jeez thats.... a tough question, rose! uhm.... loneliness? worry that we might never find them, or that they didnt want to be found or wouldnt care anymore when we did or be mad that the original meeting didn't work right or that they were somehow just all gone.... ROSE: Wow... you heard it here first, my friends. Jade Curie Harley: part dog, part god... all human. Don't worry Jade, I know we'll be rooting for you, isn't that right Casey and the Crew?

[There's a mis-timed rimshot from the band.]

ROSE: Now, before we go, I have just one last question. Is there anything... you have to say to the folks at home and our lovely studio audience?

[She gestures to the rest of the living room, their assortment of Squiddles sitting on cushions facing them. There's a burp from the consorts nearby, and a random snare drum beat.]

JADE: uhhmm... lets see. remember to be kind to yourself and others, that there is always something worth fighting for, and most importantly.... awoooooooooooooooooooo!!! ROSE: Awwwoooooooooooooo!! Aha, thank you so much, Jade, for being here with us tonight. A big round of applause for her, everyone!

#Lalonde Live

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queen-ofsunflowers · 1 year

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Day By Day: Chapter 5 Preview

Overwhelming

Togata immediately reported the encounter that he and Izuku had to Sir Nighteye and Bubble Girl. It was still raining by the time that they met up on the closest street corner. Izuku stayed silent, the whole incident replaying in his head as Togata regaled it to their boss.

“Sorry!” said Togata once his story was done. “It was a total oops. I mean, wow, what are the odds of randomly running into the target on the street like that?” Perhaps next to none, but that wasn’t what Izuku wanted to think about right now.

Sir Nighteye shook his head. “No, I must accept responsibility. I should’ve used Foresight on you two. It’s my fault.”

“I’m just glad you guys are okay,” said Bubble Girl, Nighteye’s sidekick, with a sigh. “You could’ve been in danger if he’d suspected something.”

“It didn’t feel all that scary to me…” said Izuku. Which, now that he said it out loud, was probably a bad thing. All of the things that had been happening to him this year were starting to dull his senses to fear…

“Chisaki and his gang were involved in a recent traffic accident caused by a group of hoodlums. Which isn’t remarkable in and of itself,” explained Nighteye, adjusting his glasses. “Except there were zero casualties. The thieves experienced intense pain and lost consciousness, but they were uninjured and even reported pre-existing ailments like rheumatism and cavities were completely gone. The authorities believe Chisaki’s Quirk may have been responsible, but with the villains caught and nobody harmed, there was no crime to accuse him of.”

“The money that was stolen got burned up, so there was nothing left to recover,” Bubble Girl added. “The police didn’t find any sign of crime in that regard either, but the whole thing seemed suspicious, so the Nighteye Agency began watching Hassaikai.” Izuku bit his tongue. So that’s what happened… “We haven’t figured out what it is just yet, but we know that they’re up to something.”

Nighteye and Bubble Girl turned to take their leave. If what Izuku and Togata saw said anything, then they were definitely up to something. Those kids…

“Oh, I forgot,” said Togata, holding up a hand to stop his boss from leaving. “Sir. We got lucky, at least a little. Our brief encounter yielded some new intel. Chisaki, he has two kids — a boy and a girl.” Izuku’s brow furrowed as he thought back to the encounter. The boy…

“Actually…” he said, “I think it might just be a daughter. That little girl he called Eri.”

“Huh?” And eyes were on Izuku now. Crap, he had said that out loud.

“It’s just that…” Izuku cleared his throat, straightening up a little. “That boy. The one that Chisaki called her brother?” Togata slowly nodded, and even Nighteye seemed curious. “I think I’ve seen him on the news before. There was an incident right before summer began…” Izuku guessed that everything that happened with their training camp ended up overshadowing it in the public’s eye, but… “A couple of villains broke into a Pro’s home. They put his daughter in the hospital and kidnapped his son.”

“And you think…? That it’s the same kid?”

“Maybe… I don’t know.” But he looked way too similar to the kid they showed on the news for it to be a coincidence…

“Hold on…” Izuku looked over at Bubble Girl as she spoke up. She took her phone out of her pocket, pulling up an image on the screen. It was a standard school photo of a freckled boy with hazel eyes. Although he had less bandages, a lack of bags under his eyes and had more color to his face, it was no doubt the same boy that had been with Chisaki. “Is this the boy you saw?”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. That’s him. He and Eri had bandages all over them — except he had them on his neck, too.” And now that he said it out loud, the fact that he had them on his neck was extremely concerning. “I don’t know anything else about them, but Eri was asking for help. There must be something we can do to help them.”

Sir Nighteye’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t let your arrogance interfere with this case.”

“But, Sir…” They had to do something!

The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on April 29th!

#i apologize that this took so long to get out #i'll explain more in the author's notes for the chapter #rwby #rwby au #my hero academia #bnha au #rwby in bnha au #fic: day by day #preview #izuku midoriya #mirio togata #mirai sasaki #sir nighteye

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authoruio · 1 year

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*slides in looking like an agent from the matrix* How would your ocs feel about Zenith Devi? Particularly about his friendship with miss beautiful noble lady fae-

Oh! Hello once again! Hehe Sure! >:D

kinda needs to include the regal glass fae here soooo- interactions coming up!

Zenith and Victoria with Jiyoon and UiO!

Nice way to ruin moments UiO, ah Jiyoon's poor books...

Its a huge surprise to see the regal fae smiling

Hello pretty boy, are you by chance the reason Victoria-nim smiled?

Well if you are, can you teach UiO your ways? :)

They 100% get along with the Malleus x Victoria going on

She's not surprised that there's someone who can put a smile on Victoria's face however she's surprise of how easy he can pull it off!

Hey! Hey! Tell her many things about what you know about Victoria!~ And you too heh..

UiO is in bliss seeing another fae inspiration, they seem to be a very dear friend of Victoria-nim, Oh! What a curious thing to ask about! UiO has so much questions for their friendship.

He won't mind if she ask more questions about them right?~

Zenith can and will probably join UiO in chaos, especially if the two hears people badmouthing Victoria.

Ah, they definitely will become a hurricane of headaches together

Jiyoon can tell two things, one, they're somewhat related to a nymph and very close to Victoria, two, they're a beautiful type of nymph, another trustworthy person in her book.

She'll treat him with so much respect as much as she respects Victoria.

Though, she's curious, who is Zenith in Victoria's life? They seem close, are they close friends or relatives?

A big impact that's for sure.

Jiyoon is straight up formal, though interest will sometimes make her follow her instinct to converse.

They're interesting, how amazing.

She's going to be truthful if Zenith ever asks her what she thinks of Victoria and... praise her along the way- platonic simping?

Zenith and Victoria with Aori and Miren (err kind of?)!

Victori's friend is also my friend!

Aori is ecstatic to know more about Zenith! Hehe, yay! More fae friends!

Wow... He can make Victori smile so easily, he's super amazed!

Does that mean if he hangs around Zenith he can see more of Victori's rare beautiful smile? Yay! :D

Zenith is quite an enigma for Aori, he's like UiO but at the same time, Miren?

he's not really bothered but it makes him wonder. Zenith's not like Sonya, a very confusing type of fae but if Victoria trusts him, then Aori trusts him!

Zenith's definitely teaching him some stuff, certainly answering some of Aori's interest, can you teach him how to make Victoria happy too?

Oh, he's also calling him Zeny!

Zenith is not to be trusted with Aori-

Mirens...

Oh don't get him wrong, he doesn't have any problem with Zenith, its just that... he's a fae.

Victoria, Sebek and Malleus are enough, no more fae 'new friends' things please.

Hoh boy, I can see them having a bad start, a misunderstanding forming until Miren explains the very reason he fears faes.

#oops sorry i took long lol #ty for the ask!#zenith is gonna be the bane of mirens existence #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #character interaction #oc interaction #mutuals <3 #Jiyoon Luck #Puppet UiO #Aotlantes #Glutton Miren #others ocs #victoria shard #zenith devi #◦❧ ui arts

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 1-14 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Tomoharu: Piano Quartet No. 2… The piece that initially got denied publication due to issues with the publisher.

Tomoharu: Despite that, as refined as its creator, Mozart, it still managed to spread far and wide, colouring the world with its beautiful tunes.

Hayate: You’ve got quite a good ensemble on your hands.

Hayate: Your group’s still no match for last year’s Starlight Orchestra. But…

Ginga: Come on then, let’s get this started.

Sakuya: I wonder if I can reach the same place you’re aiming for? Starting from this one step—

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General Ed Girl 1: Wow… I wasn’t interested in classical music at all, but…

General Ed Girl 2: Yeah. I came here because I heard that there was a cool boy…

General Ed Girl 2: But… I think I’m hooked. I might actually come back for round 2 if they’re holding another performance.

General Ed Girl 1: Agreed! We’re definitely coming back for seconds!

Kazuma: Dear me… Looks like it’ll be a while before I can resign from this position.

Sakuya: ……

Sakuya: An Orchestra, huh…

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Tomoharu: The concert was a huge success!

Tomoharu: I don’t think we’ve ever made that big of a crowd that happy to be here.

⊳ Choice: Let’s go have a blast! / Let’s go celebrate.

Tomoharu: Oh, that sounds good! Why don’t we make pizzas or something?

Tomoharu: Kujo-senpai said that he had something on, but I’m sure he’ll return to the dorm at night anyway.

Hayate: What are you even doing here? You’re so rich, and you’re living in Linden Hall?

⊳ Choice: Rich?

Hayate: You aren’t aware? This guy’s the scion of the Regal Group.

Hayate: The very same Regal Group that has a huge hand in electricity, cars, the communications industry and even the music industry.

⊳ Choice: Be surprised.

Tomoharu: Haha. Did it come as that much of a surprise?

Hayate: Of course. For you to live in Linden Hall, as worn of a dorm as it is? You’ve got some pretty bad taste.

Tomoharu: How mean~ I do like that dorm, you know.

⊳ Choice: Be unfazed.

Hayate: Well, I guess he does somewhat look, act, and fit into the crowd as a commoner would.

Tomoharu: Now that’s strange. And here I thought I blended in quite well.

Tomoharu: But I’m not lying about paying for my own education through my earnings from my part-time job.

Tomoharu: …I wanted a clean slate, so I left the family.

Tomoharu: And my family didn’t say a word when I left. Apparently, I looked the type.

Hayate: Huh…?

Hayate: Looks like you’ve got your own share of issues too. Are your part-time job earnings enough to cover everything though?

Hayate: …Come look for me if you ever face any trouble.

Tomoharu: Hehe, thank you. You’re really kind, aren’t you, Ryuzaki-senpai?

Tomoharu: I’m fine for now. But even if I do end up short on funds, I can still fall back on the stocks I manage and my investment trust fund, of course.

Hayate: Wha-

Hayate: So you ARE a celebrity! Damnnit, it was dumb of me to even worry about you.

Tomoharu: You’re really kind, Ryuzaki-senpai. I mean, you even came down to help us out today.

Tomoharu: I’m really glad that everything turned out alright in the end. I really panicked when we found out that Kabayama-senpai had disappeared off to god-knows-where.

Kabayama: …Those sound like empty words to me. You lured me here, didn’t you?

Tomoharu: Huh? What are you talking about?

Hayate: Surely you must have had a hunch, or an inkling, that Kabayama was going to bail.

Hayate: And that I’d come to lend you all a hand in his stead.

Tomoharu: Not really. Hahaha. Well, if he’d gotten over it and played with us, then that's fine by me too.

Tomoharu: I thought that it’d be worth a try since you wouldn’t have joined us if we went about doing it the normal way anyway.

Tomoharu: But you still saw through me, huh. You really do have a sharp discerning eye for things.

Hayate: I don’t think that’s a compliment at all.

Tomoharu: I mean, you do like the Starlight Orchestra, don’t you?

Hayate: Maybe? I don’t know whether I like it or not.

Hayate: …I saw my dreams manifest last year. I thought that perhaps with this group, we could make something amazing out of it.

Hayate: But, it wasn’t that easy. Making a new Orchestra from scratch is no easy feat.

Hayate: I watched as everyone slowly drifted apart, panicked, and struggled… But no matter what happened, I never gave up.

⊳ Choice: We’ll make it succeed this year.

Hayate: I think it’s great that you have the drive to see that through.

⊳ Choice: That must have been hard…

Hayate: What? Are you moved by my story? Not like that’ll make me happy or anything anyway.

Hayate: …Huh? You’ve also experienced an Orchestra you were a part of disbanding?

Hayate: And you’re still trying to be part of an Orchestra again? …I see.

Hayate: I think I see your drive and how serious you are about this. But just a little; just a smidge.

Hayate: I think this Orchestra might be able to stand up to Tsukishiro Kei and Glanz, whom he leads, without being an utter embarrassment.

Hayate: I apologize for underestimating you, (L/n). I never thought that someone from general ed could really do it.

Hayate: But… There might also be countless musicians out in this world, tucked and hidden away, just like you.

Hayate: Normally, I’d laugh it all off, thinking it impossible. But…

Hayate: The performance we had on stage today wasn’t half-bad. I don’t think I’d mind all that much if we did it again.

Tomoharu: Wow. I’ve never seen Ryuzaki-senpai be so honest with anyone before. That’s a rare sight you’re seeing, senpai.

Hayate: Wha- You talk too much!

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Hashizumi: The performance was pretty good. They have the potential.

Hashizumi: But I’d never pegged you for one to ask about an obscure student orchestra.

???: It doesn’t matter where. I will go anywhere, as long as there is the chance that someone with the appropriate amount of strength and worth will appear. Someone that will be of use to Regal.

???: But, this was all just a waste of time. After all, a group led by a loser will only end up losing.

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Ginga: …Hmm…

???: Kei-sama, regarding next term’s scheduled activity plan—

Sakuya: ……

???: It has been a long time. I heard that you have joined an Orchestra again.

???: I look forward to it.

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Previous Part: (Chapter 1-13) Next Part: (Chapter 2-1)

#金色のコルダスターライトオーケストラ #スタオケ #Starlight Orchestra #otome #Translations #Kiniro no Corda #La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra #Main Starlight

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thetomcruiseblr · 1 year

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I watched Top Gun: Maverick in theaters for a clean 20th time last weekend.

It was the first time, since the first time I saw the movie in its second weekend, that I got to see it with a packed crowd, too! Regal Theaters decided to bring it back in ScreenX one last time, and I’m so grateful that they did.

This was the first time I watched TGM as a Certified Roostussy-Fucker Rooster Person now, and wow - what an experience. I was in such a haze of feeling the whole time that I kind of barely remember the actual movie, on top of the swell of emotion I just felt in myself. To finally appreciate both the Roos and the Mav of RoosMav. I think in all of the 19x I watched it before, I was so hyper-fixated on Maverick, and Rooster was just this looming shadow next to Maverick to complement him like a knight’s prized steed. But this time, I found myself waiting for the Rooster parts. He is Maverick’s and my big good boy! I will always love Maverick as much as I have, but I have really forced myself to love Bradley as much, too, maybe even more now at this point (Rooster really does occupy most of my thoughts now)...and looking back - I really always have; it’s probably why I’ve just been so stubbornly-specific with my thoughts about him.

I’m not going to lie: I still look at Mav and think “MILF” - that will always be me - but now I look at both Maverick and Rooster and think, “Awww, there’s two bottoms!” (I am the top here. xD)

I mourn that this was the last time I was able to see Top Gun: Maverick in theaters, and that it was the first time I was able to really appreciate Rooster as an equal character to Maverick. I wish I could go back in time and watch this movie those 20x over again, with the love I have now for every bit of both Maverick and Rooster that I have now. They are both beautiful to me in their own unique ways. I have said before that, while Maverick is still my attractiveness ideal from an Eastern standpoint, Rooster was always my attractiveness ideal from a Western standpoint; it’s why Bradley was always my favorite to draw...I just loved making him perfect to me!

And oh, Bradley, my big, gorgeous Bradley...boy, do I have some thoughts on you. I squandered all this time so myopically only thinking of Maverick that I neglected you...but you’re all I think about now! And I hope to be able to speak more of my thoughts on Rooster here over time. I have a lot of them!

I’ve been in mourning over a lot of things, to be honest. I have managed to unpack every single feeling I have ever had in this fandom, and I hope to be able to articulate them on here over time because there is so much I have left to say about these two and about myself, and I don’t have any other place else to say it. I have said this before to someone special to me - and who I am beyond grateful has given me another chance at what I hope can be friendship again - but I really have finally become the person I had always wished I could be in this fandom, though I wish infinitely that I had been able to do this sooner. I didn’t do a good job of it while I could, to say the least. I’m still trying to be here as best as I can because I just love them so much.

Maverick and Rooster! My two most beautiful and beloved boys. I love them both equally! I couldn’t and wouldn’t want one without the other.

#RoosMav #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Top Gun Maverick

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