#oceanoecielo

[rotcursed]

@oceanoecielo said: "Hey, what's your problem with me?" (jonathan :3) Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 38

The pen falls from his hands in a clatter that is entirely too dramatic for the situation at hand. Simon has arrived at an already bad time, and whether it was his intention or not to irritate Jon, it was still happening. Hands cover his face, elbows propped up on his desk as a sigh leaves him. "It's not you," Jon says from behind his hands, quiet for a moment after so he can keep himself from adding that Simon is definitely adding to it. "You- You just came at a bad time."

One hand slides down his face as the other picks his pen back up, twirling it between his fingers. "I know that you know damn well what happens here, and what shit I have to put up with." Whether he wanted to or not, he did end up Knowing. "Surprise visits have never meant anything good for me."

[caritadevngel]

en alguna parte del mundo ⛵️🌊🌿

[sinshosted]

@oceanoecielo said: [ 21 ] the site of an abandoned colony on a once-habitable planet, now taken over by nature and destroyed by time (//he finded u) SCI FI SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS

Rarely do they stop on planets that are devoid of civilization, usually unable to do much in the ways of repairing their ship after any incidents, but thankfully this pitstop had not been caused by damage. Otherwise, Odin might have been having a fit, and Ava would not have been allowed to wander. They just needed to stop for a day or two, to make sure that everything was in order and that they had a good plan as to where they were headed next.

Plus, the planet being uninhabited meant that Ava could wander during the day without worrying about anything. She had been scaling a building not long before, trying to see just how far up she could go and how far the sprawling mass of buildings went, and was back on the ground now. Sitting amidst a small grouping of flowers, her dragonflies having an absolute field day with the space they have to chase each other about.

Basil initially giving Ava an alarm was not surprising, as he was more likely to take an animal as danger than the other two, but as soon as both Magnolia and Peony also alert Ava that she isn't alone, the teenager is on high alert. Footfalls catch her attention next, the dragonflies forming a protective circle around her as she tries to flatten herself down. It's Peony that catches sight of him first, a confused feeling taking over Ava.

Known. How here?

Peeking over the top of one of the shrubs her eyes catch sight of Simon.

"You." Ava is standing in an instant, the dragonflies growing rapidly until they are nearly as big as a car each, while Ava stalks towards Simon. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

[freezerbrain]

@oceanoecielo asked: "I'm an open book! Granted, the book's in Italian, and some of the pages have fallen out, but I'm an open book."

Her fingers rub her temples. They don't look at him for the longest moment, halfway through a cigarette on the steps & likely to light up another one before the night's over. ( Talk about a fucking disaster. Seriously, how does this keep happening to us? ) How he's so positive has her totally confused and out of left field for something to say. What do you even ask a guy that just kind of appeared out of nowhere? Ronnie wipes some of the soot off their face. The building behind them is still burning, but they don't seem to care that much.

"Nothing wrong with a few nuts missing," she can't really judge; she's definitely got a bunch of hers around somewhere. They move a little bit on the steps to give him more room, and they're being careful none of their smoke gets in his face. ".. Why are you talking to me? Mr. Sims is the one with all the--" they do an absolutely horrible impression of eyes by wiggling their hands. "-- spooky interview stuff."

[burnlikeme]

[ whimper ] — 2D begs Simon to let them empty their bladder ( :) enjoy your gilf 2d )

Hours of drinks, of dancing, and of tight pants have led to 2D squirming in the car on the way back to the hotel he's been occupying for the last four days, the DO NOT DISTURB placard remaining on the handle and the walls thick enough nobody's phoned in to complain about the bevvy of guests, of noise, and of music that have overtaken the space. He spent a lot of money booking the best spot possible to finish mastering the three tracks intended for EP release. He intends to continue getting every bit of value from the decision that he can, and that includes agreeing to spend time with partners he doesn't always get the chance to play with as much as he'd like to.

Before they'd left, Stu had made for the bathroom, only to be cornered with promises that delighted his crossfaded senses. Be good, obey, and even better will come. So, he has been. So, he kept drinking. So, he sat on Simon's lap and let the pressure of his hand make his needs a bit more urgent, made him squirm just enough the seam of his jeans is making him wonder if he can even make it back to the room.

The seatbelt is digging into his abdomen. He shifts his weight onto one bony hip, trying to relieve it. It's locked in, having been pulled out sharply before being released, holding him as tightly back as possible. He's bruised a toenail tapping it against the cap of his converse, counting the minutes, the seconds- trying to, anyway. He adjusts his posture.

"Simon...? Can we, ehm, can we stop somewhere? Or-or drive faster?" He's starting to feel it, and from the way his thighs are pressing together, it's quite serious. (And not the only thing he's feeling, either.)

When they pass the hotel, he realizes it because he'd been LOOKING for it as his need has grown.

"I really need to go," he pleads. (He hasn't played this game in a while. He missed it.) Toes curling in his shoes, he tries to focus on something- ANYTHING- else. He tries to hold it like he's been told to. When the circular loop takes them back to the hotel's parking lot, he's about to cry with frustration when his attempt to unbuckle his seatbelt is halted. He muffles a curse by biting his lip when a hand slips between his clothed legs. "Simon, please!"

kinky/rough smut prompts

[zachiie]

Under the sea

[lilianasom]

[boundlss]

@oceanoecielo / universe hopping. ( mark twain )

This place feels wrong.

It actually almost makes Twain nauseous as soon as he steps through the threshold that leads to 44's archives. The first few times he'd done this, ended up somewhere he had no business being, he hadn't even been able to tell at first---but this time is different. He's not sure if he's just weirdly sensitive to this kind of thing or if the difference between here and home is that stark, but he can't help but note there's a sense of dread that seems to linger thickly in the air.

And he's not alone, but he'd clocked that the second he'd walked through the door. It's just that he's doing his best to play off his confusion about the change in atmosphere as confusion about his location. So he makes a show of it; glances around with furrowed brows and exaggeratedly jumps when he "notices" the old man.

"Well, this is fucked." He sends a glance back at where the door he came from was, despite knowing it'd be gone. "Uh. Hey... You wanna pretend that didn't happen, maybe? I'm just a little lost."