that post about media that you consumed when you were a little too young for it is very interesting but i also like to think about media that you consumed at the Exact perfect time in your life for it… its such a nice concept
OOH OKAY rb this and tag what piece of media you played/read/watched etc at the perfect time in your life, something that wouldnt have been the same if you didnt consume it when you did…
i got the cliques achievement in stardew and realized my "clique" was made up of sammy, seb, abby and WILLY 😂
ive decided that we, pelican town's very own local edgy youth, have adopted willy as our fisherman father and we go fishing at night sometimes to talk about life and philosophy by the ocean
When it rains, it’s cold, and when it’s cold, it sucks.
Orio thought this to himself as he sat in front of the window of the hideout, his long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and a blanket wrapped tight around his body. He was beginning to see being a cold-blooded creature as a curse. Especially during a stormy season like this. With a soft huff he stood up and walked away, wanting to grab some food for himself to see if that would bring some warmth. The gang had settled down in an old and abandoned apartment building that was halfway underground for the time, staying closer to the surface since they thought it would be colder underground.
He shuffled his way out of the bedroom he claimed and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, heading over to the kitchen to dig through whatever they brought with themselves. Once he went through the doorway though he stopped in his tracks and stared at the… much larger and hairier man at the stove. Ethan was whistling gently to himself, cooking some scrambled eggs and toast happily. After a few seconds he had a sense that someone was in the room with him and looked back, his head and eyebrows perking up as he turned and looked at Orio.
“Hey there~” he said with a smile, “Thought you and Gil were asleep. You want some eggs?” he asked, turning his body slightly and holding up the pan of eggs.
Orio just stood there and stared at him with a neutral expression for a moment. While he didn’t outright hate Ethan like he did at first, he still wasn’t too trusting of him. He just seemed… too nice.
“ …. Is that a no?” Ethan asked after a few seconds, lowering the pan back down onto the stove, “There’s plenty of eggs if that’s what yer worried about. I’m not eating that much-- Oh! I was also making toast, so that’s an option too if yer not feelin’ up for eggs--”
He was definitely too talkative, though.
“.... Sure.” he said softly, looking away and walking over to the fridge. “Eggs are fine.”
Ethan perked up and looked at the other, actually a little caught off guard by the calm response. He was used to the hisses and growls as responses, or just being ignored entirely, but he still wanted to be nice since they were all basically stuck working together at this point. But this was a nice little change that made him smile.
“Alrighty then. Is scrambled okay or do ya want it another style? I do make a pretty mean omelette.” he spoke confidently with a grin, shuffling around the egg yolk.
Orio just rolled his eyes, grabbing out a small carton of milk from the fridge and cracking it open. “I’ll just take scrambled eggs.”
“Okay. Toast?”
“No.”
“Alrighty then.” Ethan nodded, continuing his cooking. Orio was definitely someone that just liked to get to the point and isn’t up for any kind of small talk. But he didn’t mind it so much, and he knew he could maybe get him to crack a smile one of these days. The shorter man walked over and sat down at the table, curling himself up the best he could in his chair with a small shiver. Ethan’s ear perked up and he heard the little noise, glancing back for a moment at his partner. “.... You pretty cold?”
Orio looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly, his upper lip sneering a bit. “..... Yeah.” he answered, leaning back and turning to look out the window again.
Ethan nodded and looked back at his pan, “.... You just hate cold weather?”, he asked, finishing up the first round of scrambled eggs.
“Yeah. It sucks being cold-blooded.”
“.... Cold-blooded?” Ethan blinked and looked back for a moment.
“... Yeah. I’m a reptile.”
“.... What does that have to do with it?” he asked, looking genuinely confused and tilting his head slightly.
Orio just stared at him, waiting for some type of sign to let him know that this was a joke, but it wasn’t happening. “... Reptiles are cold-blooded creatures.”
“Which meeeaannss…”
Oh my god. “It means that my body is just whatever temperature the weather is. If it's cold, I’m really cold.”
“Oh! I didn’t know that actually. That’s pretty cool… I mean, I guess not right now when it’s cold-- Anyway--” he stopped himself, grabbing a few more eggs to make for Orio. “What I was trying to get at is, I got an extra hoodie over in my room. If you want… I could grab it for ya and--”
“No thanks.” Orio said a bit curtly, looking out the window again. “I’m doing fine with my blanket.”
Ethan blinked and looked back before he cracked the eggs, “Oh, uh… Alright. But let me know if you change your mind.” he nodded and turned back to the stove, letting the eggs sit and start cooking.
Orio just huffed softly and leaned back in his chair, not really wanting to accept any kindness. He would warm up soon, he just needed to grab a few extra blankets. Suddenly the windows began to shake a bit from the wind, causing the both of them to look over right before it suddenly blew open and let in a large and cold burst of wind and rain. Ethan very quickly hurried and pulled the window closed again, making sure to lock it extra tight. “Jesus, this storm ain’t kiddin’ around.” he remarked, pulling the curtains closed as well before going back to the stove, “Now it feels even colder.”
Orio was still sitting in his chair, definitely feeling how chillier the kitchen became as he curled up more in his seat. He could feel his teeth chattering slightly as his whole body shivered. A soft and shaky breath escaped him, looking up at the larger man as he remembered his offer. He didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of a large sweatshirt did sound nice and warming… especially from someone of Ethan’s build.
After about five more minutes Ethan was done with Orio’s plate, turning off the stove and picking up the two plates. He walked over and set the other’s food down for him with a smile, “Here ya are~ Nice and fresh.”
Orio simply nodded in thanks and stared at the food for a bit, gathering up his thoughts. “..... Hey.” he spoke softly, causing the other man to stop before he could walk away. “.... Um… Can I still have that sweatshirt?” he asked in a softer tone, avoiding any kind of eye contact as he pulled his plate close.
Ethan stared at him for a moment before a big and wide smile crossed his lips, standing up straight and setting his plate down. “Of course! Gimmie just a sec, I’ll be right back.” he said before walking out of the kitchen and into his own bedroom. Orio watched him silently and slowly began eating his breakfast, staring down at the plate. He can’t deny that Ethan does cook pretty well… makes him want to start trying to cook again as well. He took a couple more bites before Ethan came back into the kitchen, holding a dark blue hooded sweatshirt with white pockets and stripes. He walked up beside the other and held it out gently with that same wide smile, “Here ya go, hope it won’t make ya too warm…”
Orio just nodded again and took it, letting his blanket slip off his shoulders while he pulled the hoodie on. Almost immediately he felt much better, an entire wave of warmth washing over his body as he let out a relieved and happy sigh, even relaxing his posture and leaning back into the chair once again.
“Better?” Ethan asked, a soft chuckle escaping him as he watched his work partner enjoy the clothing.
“Yeah… Thank you…” he said, looking up at him. He wasn’t smiling, but Ethan could certainly tell that Orio meant that and was grateful for it.
“Aw, it’s no big deal at all~ You can even keep it if ya want. I got plenty of sweatshirts sitting around in my bags so I don’t mind sharing a few, especially if we keep gettin’ colder weather like this.” he went on, sitting down beside him to start eating, “I mean, I got a lot of stuff from my high school days, some from when I traveled around from different islands--”
Usually by this point Orio would have walked away or just told him outright to stop talking but this time… he decided to let Ethan keep rambling on. He just stared at him and was half-listening, slowly eating his eggs. He still was wary of the werewolf but… he definitely isn’t a bad guy. Just a little goofy.
I’ve been working on these doodles for like four days and they’re fINALLY DONE. I’m the most proud of the one in the top right.
Love this boy a lot. <3 My handsome lad.
There were few things better to Onyx after a job well done, than what just transpired. He sat there, nursing his drink and pressing the rag wrapped around ice to his left eye, a stupid smile on his face as he kept replaying it over and over again in his head.
It had been like any other night at first, just celebrating yet another merc contract done and coming out the other side alive. Not that he had expected anything less, it had been a simple job. Just guard the townspeople from the recent bandits and brigands from their raiding. There was also a special bonus if people felt brave enough, scout out the surrounding forest and mountains, find their base and kill them all to stop the raids completely. So Naturally that's what Onyx chose to do. A few others as well.
It worked out wonderfully, brigands were nothing he couldn’t handle easily. Hell, it was fun and he actually got to work up a little sweat. But that wasn’t the best part. Oh not by a stretch. The fun part was the bar fight that broke out thanks to a particular redhead that started it all.
She was part of the group that had gone bandit hunting with him, one of the six total. Not including him. So she was also one of the people living it up the hardest. Laughing, joking, downing shots of her ale, and inhaling the food put in front of her. Her face was almost as flushed as her head clinking away. To Onyx, there was no doubt she was the life of the tavern right now. And it made perfect sense to why a bar fight broke out over her.
A pint for a kiss, that was her deal with the townsfolk. Since the people weren’t able to really give a proper celebration for the work they did. Which was fair in the shit hole country, they only got two free drinks and a meal. So she was making it more fun for herself, and a few others who joined her on the idea. But apparently her meaning was completely different, he learned.
A town's man came up to her, demanded that she cough up her payment after a few drinks. So she nodded, repeated the ‘kiss for a pint’ as she stumbled her way over to the bar next to him to set the glass down. He raised an eyebrow, watching her turn to face the man before he actually squeaked as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him for a kiss. He just sat there, eyes wide open in complete shock even after she pulled away.
And thats when the bar fight broke out. The guy was pissed and went to force himself on her and before Onyx could react to shut that shit down, the redhead grabbed his half finished drink and slammed it against the mans head, the drink and broken glass showering over him as he cupped his face and screamed in pain. It didn’t take much after that for it to break out into a disheveled, perfect bar fight. And it only took a few more seconds after it started for the dragon to pull himself out of the stupor he had been in and jumped right into the fray.
A beautiful mess of townspeople and mercs going crazy and bashing furniture against the other. Throwing people into others or out the windows. A wonderful way to spend an hour and a half and to really get his blood pumping.
It was mostly mercs standing by the end, a few townspeople here and there. But they all learned to leave the redhead girl alone. Having gotten away with that with only a few bruises and scrapes here and there. Now resting against the bar and chugging down another glass of ale, completely oblivious to the chaos she just caused.
Well, maybe not. She was probably proud of it considering the giant smile on her face as she slammed the glass back down after she finished it all.
And, well. His blood was still pumping after that. Why not try his luck and see how this plays out?
He slammed a few coins on the counter, motioning for a glass for himself and a refill for the girl, and smirked as she looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Onyx. What’s your name?”
“Finley.”
Oh that accent was thick. “Take you up on that offer from before?” When she only responded with a confused face, he continued. “A kiss for a pint?”
“Ahhhh.” She nodded her head, taking the glass once it was refilled and hitting it against his as they both took the moment to knock it back as fast as possible. Slamming the glass down before he did.
“So what do you sa-” He could only get that out, turning to face her with a smirk before he felt the impact of her fist against his left eye and knock his ass to the floor.
“Aye, didn’t say what kind of kiss you were lookin’ for, love.” She laughed, her face deepening red as she looked down at him before slamming a half full bag of coins on the counter and walking perfectly fine on her way out. Leaving him to just stare after her in the wake of the chaos she just caused.
And even now, hours after and dawn cracking out against the horizon, he had one thought playing in his head.
He could not wait to run into the crazy woman again.
GIVE ME THE NAME OF ONE OF MY OCS IN MY ASKBOX AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY
This one but for Orio cause I'm gonna smooch him so hard once I get ideas for one of those designs my king
01. Full name: Orio Parviz Eliades
02. Best friend: He has TWO; Ethan and Gil. Literally his closest friends for hundreds of years. He also has a little mouse pet named Chestnut who is his babie.
03. Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference towards men
04. Favorite color: He likes dark blues and blacks, he prefers darker tones of colors but blue is number one.
05. Relationship status: In an open poly relationship. He loves both Ethan AND Gil, but they’re all immortal so it’s kinda like a Hades relationship.
06. Ideal mate: Someone he knows he can put trust into without worry, that he can sit with in comfy silence and maybe even cook with. Someone that can make him laugh once in a while, he just wants a partner that he can be totally chill with. He doesn’t need any fancy stuff.
07. Turn-ons: Lingerie, being tied up, hard biting/scratching, h-he’s.... a little bit into blood stuff too during sex, he’s a big switch so he’s down with being super dominant or a complete submissive
08. Favorite food: OREOS. Oreos, oreos, oreos and you can’t change my mind. But his favorite actual food is a big homemade bacon cheeseburger and wedge fries.
09. Crushes: H-He doesn’t get crushes often for.... a personal reason but he does have a star crush on a celebrity in my verse. Its a singer I based off of Panic!At the Disco
10. Favorite music: He’s definitely leaning more towards soft rock but he’s also danced to some pop songs.... by himself or with the Boys. He loves playing guitar and singing himself so he’s very big into music, it’s a comfort for him
11. Biggest fear: He’s absolutely TERRIFIED of ever going back to his clan or even running into some people from there, it’s a very slim chance it could happen but it’s the only thing he’s truly scared of besides losing Gil and Ethan. He’s one of the few that managed to leave that clan alive and he’s not gonna be taking any kind of risk going back there. He would even be scared of facing his moms.
12. Biggest fantasy: Honestly, as much as he loves hunting down shitty people, he’s kinda wanted to save up money and find a nice little home somewhere and just.... chill. He’d love to just have a simple life with whoever he’s with.
13. Bad habits: He chews on stuff A LOT. He chews on his hoodie strings, on pencils, his nails sometimes which drives Ethan NUTS. He does it absent mindedly when he’s bored. Ethan actually gave him one of those chewable necklaces for his birthday when he noticed.
14. Biggest regret: Leaving behind his moms when he escaped the clan. They knew he wanted to leave that place so bad and they wanted their son to be happy, he just wishes he was able to leave in a better way than what had happened. (see 17)
15. Best kept secrets: H-He is... kind of into bdsm stuff and knifeplay. He’s respectful about it, he won’t push anyone into doing it if they don’t want to. But that’s just a very personal thing of his. If he wants to be a slut it will be on HIS TERMS. He also has... some fun piercings..... he’s got nipple and dick piercings.
17. Worst romantic experience: HOO BOY so; when he got picked by one of the Lamia women to be her servant he met another Lamia boy there and they started getting really close in the couple years. He was Orio’s only bit of happiness in those years because he couldn’t see his moms anymore. And when Orio finally had enough of everything he wanted the boy to run away with him in secret and the boy was hesitant at first but agreed...... but when the time came and Orio was waiting for him outside, his “owner” and guards ambushed him, and he found out the boy basically ratted him out because HE enjoyed the cushy life of being a servant and wanted to get on the woman’s good side. That devastated and broke him more than anything, and kind of shaped him into the boy he is now; you have to put a good amount of work into getting Orio to really trust you. and if you fuck that up you are NOT getting a second chance with him.
18. Biggest insecurity: He’s a great singer, but a TERRIBLE dancer. This boy can somehow fight off a bunch of goons without even breaking a sweat, doing sick parkour and fight moves, but he can’t do a One Two Step. He just kinda.... shimmies his shoulders and hips if he wants to dance.
19. Weapon of choice: His fists, and whatever blunt object his fists can grab. Also (as a boy lamia) he has a paralyzing venom in his fangs that helps a lot when he needs to catch someone.
20. Role Model: He will NEVER admit this to ANYONE but he actually.... really looks up to Ethan. All three of them have been through some fucked up things but he still manages to be just, so bright and happy and is able to just shake stuff off with no problem.... he started wishing he could be like that and all of Ethan’s positivity started to rub off on him over the years.
Send me character(s) and a letter and I’ll write you a minific!
A. Fire, flames, or excessive heat.
B. Under cover of darkness.
C. A moment’s respite.
D. Subtle kindnesses.
E. Sharing a drink.
F. An absent look or touch.
G. A fistfight.
H. Someone’s greatest fear.
I. Broken glass.
J. When words aren’t enough.
K. On the edge of consciousness.
L. A stolen kiss.
M. When it rains/snows/storms.
N. The color green.
O. The stars or space.
P. While driving or in/around a car.
Q. One missed call.
R. A deafening sound.
S. Music [send a song or a lyric]
T. An obscure AU.
U. Coming home.
V. An abandoned or empty place.
W. Waiting impatiently for something.
X. A flash of anger.
Y. Tears.
Z. [Make up your own]
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