#I'm fuckin not and everyone knows it including me I'm just trying to have fun lol

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

((I wonder if people consider me to be normal about my muses....))

#;;ooc: mun muttering #mun muttering do not reblog tbd #I'm fuckin not and everyone knows it including me I'm just trying to have fun lol

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations

Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia

You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.

"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"

His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.

"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."

You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.

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Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.

The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."

Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.

"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.

"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."

Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.

Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.

"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."

With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"

Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.

"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.

"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"

"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."

"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.

"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."

"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.

"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.

Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."

"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.

"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"

"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."

"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.

"He wasn't?" Royal asked.

"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"

"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.

"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."

"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.

"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.

You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.

Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

[scummy-writes]

Scum talks about OCs

In this I'm just going to go over my Ocs in sections of their own. I'm not really using a special Oc template, I'm just talking about them and what fics they appear in, because to be blunt, I do write 'reader inserts', but some fics are written with these ocs in mind even if they're not detailed out specifically.

I'm just chatting about for fun, this will not change how I write currently. I would not expect fanfics about these characters specifically.

Amélie - Drawn by @beni-draw-ikemen-please. (Full picture is her in a chair with Isaac sittin on the arm of it, and Arthur resting his head on her lap <3 I love it)

Anju, made with a Picrew here. I think her expression is a bit too gentle here, and she would mainly wear warmer yellows or cool toned blues, not the shirt in the image.

SS from Prince of my WIP OC for it, since she's fuckin impossible to make on picrews. Her current name is Constance.

I am honestly surprised people showed some interest in this, so bear with me through my bumbling please. A lot of these say 'mc' but they are 'reader insert' fics still. Previous fandoms had 'mc' interchangable with 'reader' so...

If you have any questions, feel free to ask, just know I might not have all the answered.

╰❧ Amélie

Amélie has been around for a few years, and Beni has been a saint for letting me comm her to draw her. Because of this, I was able to make a character profile for her Here. Additionally, a much older one Here that details some vague things about her past, and including her past with Sebastian (Childhood friends).

-> Fanfics she has been 'in': Breathless Discoveries (Isaac/Mc), Mental Gravity (Isaac/Mc), Blessed Accidents (Isaac/Mc), Exercise in Restraint (Isaac/Mc), Temptations (Arthur/Mc), A Helping Hand (Arthur/Mc), His (Theo/Mc), Playful Punishments [vaguely] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Midnight Impulses [Vaguely] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Musings (Isaac/Mc), Oral Prompt with Isaac, First Steps (Isaac/Mc), The Talk (Isaac/Mc), The Shirt Thief (Isaac/Mc), Isaac Overworking (Isaac/Mc/Arthur), Awkward Dates (Isaac/Mc), and likely some other small drabbles I have missed...!

─❧ Summary: (Brief mentions of abuse/SA/Trauma but not explicit details)

A lot of her general background is covered in the second character profile I linked above. It sounds vague, and well! That is because it is a bit traumatic. I don't want to gloss over the fact that she has been through a lot, primarily SA, but I don't like focusing entirely on it to where that is the Only thing about her. Her previous job was ... an 'idol'? I never fleshed it out fully, due to self embarassment, but I wanted her to be a singer with a 'small' following, who got connected with shitty producers and signed a contract way too young without understanding the full implications of it, which caused most of her money to not actually be Hers. Due to her parents strongly against her career choice, going as far as rushing a contract ended up having her cut off from her family. With Sebastian gone, her support network disappeared completely.

She Vaguely goes over this in Patchworked Pieces (be mindful of tags), which was supposed to be a full fanfic detailing her story, but I am not meant for long fanfics at all so I posted what scenes I had typed enough with. on the chapter On Failed Attempts, she details a bit more of her experiences.

How she met Comte was through the normal opening of visiting the muesuem. She did it under distress and wanting a distraction, she was weighing options and considing some pretty awful things! I like to think Comte could tell she was beside herself and trying to calm down a little. I like to think he could sense the distress and the thing she was contemplating, and led her back to the mansion.

Which! Is rocky. She's terrified of everyone, until she sees Sebastian, and he helps ease her into her mansion life. She never tells Sebastian what she went through, due to worries and fears that he would manage to blame himself. So in her story, he never finds out.

Isaac is the primary person who knows some details, but not everything. She'd tell both him and Arthur some bare minimums, just so that when things got intimate, her panic attacks for 'random' reasons wouldn't make them believe it was because of them.

As for how they all entangle with each other? Well... Amélie is not what brings them together, necessarily.

Before she arrives, Arthur attempts to get close to Isaac. It is platonic at first, perhaps he had a crush on him but waves it off. But alcohol is introduced, they start 'drinking' together (Isaac is still a lightweight so he barely builds up his tolerance, mostly keeps Arthur some company), and...They get too tipsy and adventurous with each other. Arthur gets ashamed immediately. Not out of doing things with another man, because it was clear he was using Isaac to get over some trauma. So he avoids, hides, and their friendship crumbles.

And after that is when Amélie stumbles into the mansion.

Her friendship with Isaac is the most prevelant. And after getting on a better start with Arthur, they end up slowly getting entangled with each other. Isaac, unfortunately, deals with the brunt of her panic attacks. Finds scars, attempts to heal them.

It's through healing that they all twine together. Helping each other face their traumas, face what happened between them all.

Ironically, her love for singing was bounced in and out of the story. I wanted a few scenes where she tries to play in one of the many secluded rooms in the mansion- finds an old piano while cleaning, places a few notes. But I don't think she'd be able to any time soon. I think she would need a break for a year or two, before she started exploring music again. Or anything super creative.

I like to imagine that she is friends with a majority of the residents. When she is faring better, she paints with Leonardo and Vincent. She listens to Mozart play, reads what Dazai and Arthur write, so on so forth. I want her to live in a house with Arthur and Isaac, later on, visiting the mansion weekly or every two weeks, happy with her new life.

Sometimes I pair her with Theo, because I think they could help each other, but I think she is fated to be with Isaac and Arthur.

In AUs, I like to imagine Anju as her older friend. Anju does not tolerate a lot of bullshit with Amélie, and would be a bit like a guard dog. But. an unassuming one. She would treat Arthur very harshly until he proves himself. (I am unsure if I ever posted it, but I wrote a few chapters to go with This Au Fic for Isaac week. The second chapter, Anju was supposed to be a witch to help Amélie out after some events [was gonna have Isaac die and then it turn into a reincarnation au thing where they meet again in modern day, and in modern day Anju was gonna be around], and Anju has to help her move forward.)

I've been typing this on and off for a few hours and I am struggling with some details HAHA for now, I will stop here. She's the one OC that has a lot out there for her.

Oh. Amélie is not her 'real' name, but it is now. I am unsure if it is in poor taste or not, but in an attempt to heal she abandoned a lot of her old life. Not Herself, but trying to let go of the past until she could confront it more. She goes by Amélie until the end of her days, and only Sebas and likely Comte know her old name.

╰❧ Anju

-> Fanfics she's been 'in': Training Theo (Theo/Reader)

─❧ Summary: (Vague mentions of parental issues)

OoooOOoooOh Anju....anju....wails.

She is such a complicated Oc for me. She was originally for Shingen in ikes*n (i dont want this on the tags on accident). I still debate if the character she is now still stems from that relationship or not. Because if so, that means she left the past and came back to the present because her and Shingen didn't work out. Not in a TERRIBLE way but probably a sad mutual understanding.

It's either that, or she's just pretty sour from general past relationships not working out.

I like to imagine that she is in her thirties, and that she lives in a neighborhood where everyone knows each other in friendly ways. She is a 'seamstress' just due to how Sengoku has that set up for the Mc. I decied that her grandmother taught her how to sew, and her grandmother owned a small shop to repair peoples clothes and sew clothes for commission as well (i know nothing about how this works so). She would help her grandmother at her shop, and later on when her grandmother passed, she would take over the shop.

As for her parents, I never fully fleshed them out. I just know her mother was constantly comparing herself to other children/people around her, and that their relationship dissolved to the point of Anju refusing to aknowledge her as a mother any longer. The crux of this would cause Anju to move the shop to a different location completely to sever ties. (not move physically, but open another shop elsewhere after funds were saved with the same name).

For Vamp, she relocates her ass to France for Reasons. And here is where it is... well. I don't think a shop like this could exist, but i wish it would. pls spare me from laughs HAHA

The shop I always imagined is the type where the ground floor is the shop, and upstairs is where Anju lives. So upstairs would house her kitchen, living room, and Bedroom and bathroom, a balcony connected to the kitchen would be. great. Lower floor would have the shop, her sewing area, a room to hang up comms and etc, and the 'front' of the shop. Front of the shop is the porch and the actual like...foyer area....of the shop.

She spends a lot of her time sitting in the foyer area at a desk, if she is not actively working on sewing. .....I like to imagine she has a small sitting area set up there for people (children, family, friends, partners, etc) waiting while whoever she is working on measurements and etc with is getting their stuff. With....a lil coffee/tea area....very very small like a coffee maker and some stuff....but cozy vibes... (and she wanted a coffee machine near her while working).

She'll sit on the porch often in the mornings while waiting for customers or going through shop bills and whatever, and that is how she meets Arthur in a modern day setting. By him taking 'Vic' (or whatever pet he is on now) on a walk, Vic escaping, and running up to Anju because he wants pets HAHA.

For first meeting, Anju thinks Arthur is cute, but recognizes the fuckboy tendances. However, i feel like at this point of living as a vampire for so long, Arthur wouldn't be how he is in the game currently. As in, not entirely as self destructive and a smidgen more at peace with himself, but still has the tendencies. She doesn't think too much on the meeting, loves Vic though, and goes from there...

But Arthur doesn't. He gets hung up on her a little, and finds excuses to run into her a bit more. Nothing crazy, but primarily just walking Vic by there and seeing if he can catch her on the porch again, waving, exchanging greetings and pets for Vic. It would turn into him eventually finding an excuse to get some clothing mended, which she can very easily tell is bullshit, but she entertains it because... he's respectful the whole time. She enjoys the company and the innocent flirting.

It comes to a clusterfuck when they spot each other at a bar though. Where he sees how differently she's dressed, where it's clear she's looking for one night stands and nothing else. (He is also alarmed at her smoking HAHA). Arthur doesn't do much with this information, but she immediately tries shutting him out because. Well, she isn't ashamed to have casual sex with others, but she doesn't want the fuckboy tendancies to come back for him. She doesn't want this fake relationship to delve into sex and nothing more. So she puts up walls, and Arthur has to slowly take them down. And it is a rocky thing, because Anju is so independant and refuses to rely on anyone else, so it's a LOT of trouble HAHA a lot of dramatics.

They do fuck, because well they both enjoy sex so why not!!!!! but ah. it's complicated. I think I have a scene of that somewhere. I cannot remember if I have that happen before or after him visiting her home/shop at night when he's drunk. I think it was before.

But Arthur was supposed to go to her place, drunk, because she has such a schedule with her shop/hobbies that it's easy to piece together that she's home, and she essentially lets him stay over in pity because he's wailing about messing up his friendship with Theo.

From there it turns into awkward, more up in the air things. I played with her getting with Arthur only, Theo only, Arthur and Theo, or even Vincent! But the Arthur/Theo subplot would have been too similar to the Isaac/Arthur one in Amélie's story. (Sorry for causing you so much distress, Arthur).

I like to imagine her in her shop. Arthur flirting with her while the neighborhood granny laughs at her attempts to ignore the flirting.

╰❧ Constance

-> Fanfics she's been 'in': Sinking (Gilbert/Reader) [Descriptions of Self Harm], First Time (Gilbert/Reader), Chev comforts Mc

─❧ Summary: (Mentions of self harm, abuse)

Constance....! Is still a running name. I may change it, I may not. I'm unsure about her appearance, I know I want her to have the split hair and to dress in similar colors though, but her eyecolor I am so conflicted on...

But...! Her story is still being fleshed out, and she has changed a lot. She is now strictly for Gilbert, whereas she was supposed to be a flexible oc for either Clavis or Gilbert. (Maybe she still could be?)

So far, her story is still like Emma's so far. her and Rio friends for years, Akatsuki taking her in, etc. In my mind, she doesn't know who her parents are and is somewhat in peace of that.

I've bounced around a lot with her though, to where the Rio and Akatsuki being in her BG makes little sense. i've wanted her to be someone who writes and sings, but does not preform and instead has a friend that preforms for her. Where they have private sessions of Constance singing and exampling some of the dancing to her friend, and later on watching her friend preform the songs and bringing her visions to life. (i like this a lot but it feels...odd.)

I want her carrying a notebook around the palace, filled with her drawings and songwriting. Far in the journal, there is drawings of Gilbert- not because she knows him, but because long before she saw him slinking around Rhodolite and drew him out of facination of how he looked (did not piece together he was a Scary Dude). (would add a lot of fuel to fire if anyone saw those drawings COUGHS)

In another bouncing, I have her as a secret wrtier/artist that writes songs that are never preformed. I thought it would be funny if she wrote the erotica that Jin apparently reads??? I can never fgure out if thats canon or not because i never see it Mentioend in the game.

In both possible backgrounds for her, she is still a quiet and reserved person who suffers from a lot of depression, and struggles with herself a lot. The two toned hair was for fun at first, but now I'm realizing it would probably be a good symbol for her inner issues. How she has a lot of 'darkness' inside of her, that she feels disgusted by and upset with, while there is a purity she wishes she had (but fails to come to terms with how that is unreasonable).

To be paired with Clavis, she was supposed to be much more shy, and his antics were supposed to draw her out of her shell more.

But now it's more solidifies that she will be primarily paired with Gilbert due to the purity/darkness thing. She is a little dramatic in her thoughts with that, and is now a bit more serious toned rather than her shyness being played for antics.

She believes Gilbert over his refusal to 'lie', and that draws her in a lot.

Discussion of self harming/SA, when text is blue I am finished.

Something I am struggling with is that with many Ocs, i often have them go through some sexual trauma just due to it being an outlet for myself (i have also had sexual trauma). This may be why you see some themes of this in some fanfics I write, where there is something the reader is struggling with sexually and the suitor is extremely patient with them- it's usually tied to stuff like this (unsure of how obvious that is since no one ever says anything! which feels like an act of kindness, if it is obvious).

For her, I am struggling with adding that into her background as something that is fairly recent with her. Rio doesn't know, she refuses to tell him, and his fondness of her and constantly...hm...i don't mean this poorly, but building her up to be so 'perfect' sometimes causes a lot of issues when she reflects on herself, and she uses those words against herself often.

I don't know if the self harm would be. Due to that SA event or not. I don't know if this is soemthing that has plagued her for years, or if it spiked as her emotions got out of control.

Gilbert would not know. I don't really care if JP spoilers suggest otherwise, as there are already hints that make it clear he doesn't know Everything (he just knows a Lot). A lot of their relationship would be them struggling with self harm and the SA. A lot of her trust gets put into him (even if she dislikes it), because he doesn't lie to her like others do, and it is a comfort. (blah blah gilbert does lie blah blah)

It's hard to explain their relationship. I assume i'll have more figured out as his route comes out. Right now, she's who I imagine when I write some stuff with him, but not all of it.

With Clavis, the relationship would have been more healthy, and so would she. I think she would still struggle with both things, as it could be used as a mutual understanding when they discuss needing to be loved fully and not half-heartedly.

That is a rough gist of what I have for her? I have been typing this for hours and I am running out of steam.

Annnd....That is that! At least for now. Another detail I will share for all of them is that they are all bi :) All my ocs are always bi.

Again, you guys are free to ask questions. I may update this over time as well. I don't really want criticisms for my ocs though since you guys don't actually deal with them past them popping up as the voice for some reader insert fics. they just sorta rot in my brain and I get comms of them at times.

#scums babs

[glitchyk]

Mafia blacks incorrect quotes pt 2:

Other mafia incorrect quotes

Characters:

M!Jeffery

M!Rabid @mafia-rabid-mercenary2

M!Dia @mafia-dia-smthidk

M!Bun @mafia-bun

M!Dash @the-mafia-bear

M!Moshieee @mafia-moshie

M!Kay @mafia-kay

All canon characters in this, as of recent times, for the blacks. I might do one including everyone’s favorite non canon characters if I get the time and people wanna see it. Remember that these are all just for the sillies.

Yeah dash is in these, but I made them a while ago.

That’s why this one is short, we have to cut out the traitor 💃 so I’m posting all the old ones so I can do the new ones and slander him.

••+^+••

M!Kay: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

M!Dia: Okay.

*later*

M!Bun: M!Dia! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

M!Kay, whispering: Deny everything.

M!Dia, loudly: That isn't a chair.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

M!Jeffery: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

••+^+••

M!Dash: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

••+^+••

M!Jeffery: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

M!Rabid: IT.

M!Kay: Annabelle.

M!Moshieee: Paranormal Activity.

M!Dash: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

••+^+••

M!Bun: Good morning!

M!Jeffery: Is it? Is it really?

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: Croissants: dropped

M!Dash: Road: works ahead

M!Bun: BBQ sauce: on my titties

M!Dia: Shavacado: fre

M!Kay: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

M!Jeffery:

M!Jeffery: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

••+^+••

M!Dash to M!Bun: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

M!Dia: Cockroach ankles!

M!Dash: Ye- uh, what?

••+^+••

M!Dash, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.

M!Moshieee: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...

M!Dia, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?

M!Dash, spraying M!Moshieee: You FUCKING DUMBASS!

M!Moshieee: Dude, I forgot-

M!Dash: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?

M!Bun: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

••+^+••

M!Kay, about a fight between M!Moshieee and M!Dash: It scares me how many knives were involved.

M!Rabid: There… weren’t any knives involved though?

M!Kay: That’s what scares me.

••+^+••

M!Kay: Are you good?

M!Dash: In what sense?

M!Kay: Generally.

M!Dash: Oh, definitely not.

••+^+••

M!Kay: Hey, M!Moshieee, have you thought about having children?

M!Moshieee: ...

M!Moshieee: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it.

M!Kay: But we're not childr-

M!Moshieee, already distracted: M!JEFFERY, PUT THE FIRE DOWN!

••+^+••

M!Kay: What do you think M!Rabid will do for a distraction?

M!Bun: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

M!Bun: ...or they could do that.

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: Remember, if you get captured, no matter what they do, don’t talk!

M!Dia: What if they torture us?

M!Moshieee: Just don’t talk!

M!Dia: Can we scream a little?

••+^+••

M!Rabid: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.

M!Jeffery: That’s a snake.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

M!Jeffery: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

M!Rabid: The fourth sentence-

M!Jeffery: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

M!Rabid: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

••+^+••

M!Dia: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth.

M!Kay: Why?

M!Dia, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: M!Jeffery told me to stop being immature, so I told them to get out of my fort.

••+^+••

M!Dash: I just wanna be called cute 21/7.

M!Dia: Why no 24/7?

M!Dash: Snack breaks.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: What’s it like being tall?

M!Rabid: Is it nice?

M!Rabid: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

M!Bun: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

M!Dash: It was one time!

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

••+^+••

M!Rabid: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

M!Bun, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

••+^+••

M!Bun: What’s sexting?

M!Moshieee: I'm not having this conversation with you.

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

M!Rabid: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

M!Dash: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

M!Jeffery: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

M!Kay: ...put it away.

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: M!Rabid told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

••+^+••

M!Jeffery: How’s practice going?

M!Moshieee: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.

M!Jeffery: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.

M!Moshieee: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.

M!Jeffery: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

••+^+••

M!Dia: We need a plan to beat them.

M!Jeffery: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.

M!Dia:

M!Jeffery: Judge me all you want, I get results.

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: I love you.

M!Dia: How many people have you said that to?

M!Moshieee: Everyone.

M!Dia: What?

M!Moshieee: I told everyone that I love you.

••+^+••

M!Kay: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

M!Moshieee: Oh. We're going out?

M!Kay: Wh...

••+^+••

M!Dash: M!Dia, you're an asshole, man.

M!Dia: You are what you eat M!Dash.

••+^+••

M!Dia: I suppose you’re right. We really would be better off working together.

M!Moshieee: So, then… détente?

M!Dia: Agreed.

M!Moshieee: Understanding?

M!Dia: Possibly.

M!Moshieee: Cooperation?

M!Dia: Maybe.

M!Moshieee: Trust?

M!Dia: Out of the question.

••+^+••

M!Kay, playing a video game: How do I play?

*M!Kay has drawn first blood!*

*M!Kay is on a killing spree!*

*M!Kay is on a rampage!*

*M!Kay is unstoppable!*

*M!Kay is dominating!*

*M!Kay is godlike!*

M!Kay: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

••+^+••

M!Dia: We need a way to lure in new customers?

M!Moshieee: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

M!Dash: M!Kay bath water.

M!Kay: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

••+^+••

M!Kay: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

M!Rabid: Fake?

••+^+••

M!Dia: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?

M!Kay: M!Jeffery, probably.

••+^+••

M!Bun: Okay, two person huddle.

M!Jeffery: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.

••+^+••

M!Bun: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

••+^+••

M!Moshieee: I am an expert at identifying birds.

M!Bun: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

M!Moshieee: Yeah, they're all birds.

••+^+••

M!Dash: I dropped M!Jeffery.

M!Moshieee: M!Dash, what the fuck.

••+^+••

M!Rabid: Hold on, I can explain!

M!Dash: Really? Can you now?

M!Rabid: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

••+^+••

M!Jeffery: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

M!Dia: Those are bones, M!Jeffery.

M!Jeffery: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

#sona mafia #mafia sona #sona mafia au #mafia sona au #mafia AU #mafia dash #mafia dia #mafia jeffery #mafia moshieee #mafia bun #mafia rabid #mafia kay #mafia blacks incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #mafia incorrect quotes

[not-so-shy-lee-chu]

🌸THE FANTASY TICKLE WALL SCENARIO I DREAMED OF THIS MORNING🌸

💙That's a bit of a long post with some pictures for reference purposes so bear with me and hope you'll enjoy my little fantasy~

❤️Also disclaimer: I'm not the owner of these pics, and there are too many artists in this post to give credit to, but if you want to see more artwork and the full versions of these artwork like this you can use: #kabetarimoshikuhakabeashi and #ashiurabokkusu hashtags on pixiv to see more artwork like this, including these below!! Please support the original artists, they're awesome! 🫠🤤 (If tumblr staff fuckin flag this too, than I'mma go post without the pics)

Getting trapped in a wall, not only just a wall, a pussy wall~ With just feet and pussy out and bare, out for anyone to play with, than some sadists come and start playing with me, edging me with feathers, playing with their mouth and vibrators, just making sure I moan and moan my head off, cry and go crazy but never come, they don't care, they're careless. They just care about them having fun, playing with the pussy and feet they don't know the owner of, they just torture and enjoy watching her desperately reacting and twitching and trying to squirm... Who knows how long she will get edged? Hours? Days? Maybe even weeks on end? She doesn't get to decide afterall~

(That's the setup I'm just hoping tumblr does not flag this this time because if it does I will have to share it without pictures)

And than after long periods of edging and driving her crazy already, there is the fantasy element that will come into play~ Y'all know the demon tattoos in hentai's right? The simple marks and charms that make whichever zone they're on extremely erogenous. So she gets those on her feet, her tied back sensitive feet... She now waits for the single touch on her feet to orgasm, her feet almost feel like a huge clit out of her control. Now she can cum violently whenever she gets touched or tickled on her poor feet too~ And you know what our sadists do when they Find her like that?

(few examples of the sexual demon tattoos on feet and yes I'm here to give everyone new kinks lmao)

They start to stroke her feet gently, arousing her and making her come closer and closer to the orgasm, they than increase the intensity on tickling her feet as they go, switch from fingers to mouths, mouths to oil and brushes, that to getting her feet tickled by multiple people, from that to having her feet trapped in a tickle device that gets every single inch of her feet wrecked with no mercy. And than the pussy of course gets the worse of the torture too, how can we leave some juicy desperate pussy behind like that? She get rubbed on her clit, eaten out, have strong vibrators buzzing wild on that poor button, her her clit sucked, enlarged so that more vibes or brushes could torment, her clit gets treated with aphrodisiac solutions so that it always stays sensitive and horny and ready to cum...

So with those torture combined, they keep going on and on, for hours? Days? Weeks? God knows how long... Before they repeat the cycle and start tickling and edging her again. They carelessly do that, almost sensually, they don't care about her as a person afterall, for them she is just a wall pussy to toy with~ Her body exist to receive torture on every single inch~

#tickle blog #tickle kink #tickling #tickle #ticklish #tickle community #tickle tease #sadistic tickling #sadistic tickle #tickle imagination #chu's fantasies #feathers #Just thinking about giving up at this point ngl #chu's anons

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 - 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 ☆

Warnings / Includes❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Praising/degrading

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Masturbation (also masturbation denial)

✩ Jerking off

✩ Fingering

✩ Kissing/making out

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

people included/mentions; slash, duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose

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The five band members sat around the front of the bus, trying to pass time. Everyone was hot, bored, and irritated. "How much longer?" Steven whined. "..like two hours." Izzy responded. "I swear to fucking God if you ask how much longer, one more time, I'm gonna make you eat your teeth!" Axl complained.

"Okay, chill the 'tude, Ax." Izzy raised his eyebrows at the ginger. Axl rolled his eyes. "I saw that, asshole."

"I don't care, fuck off!" Axl looked anywhere but at Izzy.

"You're difficult, you know that?" Izzy sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"Oh, please, tell me something I don't know." Axl huffed. Izzy couldn't help but smile to himself. "What's funny?" Axl asked, annoyed. "Nothing." Izzy shrugged. "Well, you're smiling, so it's something."

"Maybe, I'd tell you if you weren't being a dick." Izzy grinned when Axl flipped him off. Duff laughed at his two friends. They were obviously totally into each other; Axl has too much ego to admit it and Izzy probably doesn't want to believe his feelings.

His focus broke away from Axl and Izzy when his boyfriend, Slash, yawned and laid his head on Duff's shoulder. "You alright?" Duff asked him. "Yeah..'m just tired."

"You should go sleep in the bunks then; you don't want to hurt your back before a show." Duff suggested, putting his arm around Slash. "Yeah. I'll see you later." He said, looking at Duff with a softened expression. "Bye." Duff smiled at Slash.

"Bye." Slash kissed Duff's cheek before heading towards the bunks. "Where the fuck are you going?" Axl asked him. "Your mom's house." Slash responded before saying, "I'm gonna go sleep. You should try it after getting the stick out of your ass."

Izzy turned his head to laugh.

"Izzy!" Axl looked at him to say something. "Slash, stop!" Izzy managed while trying to hold in his laugh. "You're laughing!" Slash said back before climbing into the bunk.

"You're no help, fuckhead!" Axl crossed his arms. "I'm sorry!" Izzy said, still laughing. Axl turned his body away from Izzy, ignoring him. "Aw, come on, Ax. You know I love ya." Izzy said, trying to get Axl's attention. "Shut up.." Axl mumbled.

"There's nothing to do!" Steven huffed, sitting on the couch with Duff. "Yeah, it sucks." Duff agreed, watching his fingers pick at his ripped clothing.

"It's so fuckin' hot I'm about to go into prostitution for water and a fan." Axl complained, causing Izzy, Steven, and Duff to laugh. "What? I'm serious." He said before smiling.

Duff decided to go join Slash. "Bye, loverboy." Axl waved mockingly at Duff. "Says you." Duff rolled his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Axl asked, crossing his arms. "You know exactly what I mean, future Mr. Stradlin." Duff sassed back.

Duff reached the bunks. Slash was laying on his side, his back faced Duff. He ran his hand along Slash's side, "Are you still up?" Duff whispered. "Yeah." Slash mumbled. Duff climbed into the top bunk with Slash, wrapping his arms around Slash's waist. "Why'd you come back here? It sounded like you guys were having fun." Slash asked. "I missed you." Duff mumbled, kissing Slash on the neck.

Slash smiled when he felt Duff's soft lips touch his skin, shifting his body to catch Duff in a kiss. Duff was about to stop the kiss, but Slash's hand slid under Duff's t-shirt, running up his stomach and chest. When they stopped for air, Duff smirked, "Somebody's in a good mood."

Slash was a little embarrassed by Duff's comment, but it didn't stop him. He kissed Duff again, his fingers tangling in his blonde hair. Duff finally took the memo and ran his hands over Slash's body. Slash moaned when Duff squeezed his thighs. "Wait, I thought you were tired?" Duff asked. "Just shut up and kiss me." Slash connected their mouths again.

Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, his hands rubbed Slash's thighs. Duff started to feel his pants tighten as Slash whined, finding any part of him to touch. Duff slowly got on top of Slash, hovering over the curly haired boy.

They separated and Duff kissed a trail from Slash's lips to his navel. Duff came back up and gave Slash another quick kiss before undoing his pants, fumbling them quite a bit. Once he finally got them undone he quickly slid them down his legs and tossed them off the side of the bunk, onto the floor.

He easily tossed his shirt over his head, the shirt joined the pants on the ground. Slash grabbed Duff by the hips, making him come closer. "Shit, you're so hot." Duff groaned, placing himself between Slash's thighs. Slash started taking his pants off. Duff quickly got impatient and started helping him. Slash raised his hips and Duff got them out from under him, tossing them to the floor; Slash quickly threw his shirt off.

Slash kissed Duff, wrapping his arms around his neck to make him lean down more. "Duff..please." Slash moaned, slightly grinding against Duff. "Please, what, darling?" Duff's eyes were completely full of lust.

"Touch me." Slash held back a whine, not wanting to feel too pathetic in the moment. Duff pulled Slash's boxers off and took Slash's penis into his hand. He tilted his head back, groaning, as Duff slowly stroked him.

Duff observed Slash's facial expressions as he did so. After a couple of minutes, his eyebrows were raised, eyes closed, mouth parted, and he was bucking his hips into Duff's large hand. He ran his thumb over the slit, bathing in Slash's moans.

"Fuck..Duff.." Slash bit his hand, attempting to keep himself quiet. "Be good and keep your hips down." Duff said, looking Slash in the eyes. Slash calmed down and relaxed, taking a breath. Duff started stroking him again, slowly. He loved watching Slash's chest rise and fall multiple times.

Suddenly, Duff's strokes quickly got faster, making Slash's hips buck again; It felt too good and he couldn't help himself. Duff impatiently stopped stroking Slash, taking his hand off of his hard dick. "Duff..im sorry..please.." Slash said while trying to catch his breath.

"No. You can sit there and wait. I already told you once."

"Please? I was cl-" Duff cut him off with a kiss, "I said no, darling." Slash figured it would be better to stop talking. Duff was the sweetest person you could ever meet, but piss him off and you'll regret it, especially if he has power over you in situations like this.

Duff stopped hovering over Slash, instead sitting across from him. Duff palmed himself through his boxers, letting out low groans. Slash didn't look; it was unfair. Duff peeled his boxers off, tossing them to the side. Now, Slash was contemplating on giving Duff his full attention.

Duff started stroking his hard dick; he furrowed his eyebrows before groaning rather loudly. Slash slowly turned his head to see one of the top 10 hottest sights he's ever seen. The bandana on his forehead was slightly damp from sweat, his chest was shining with sweat, and his pretty green eyes locked with Slash's brown ones.

"Come over here." Duff demanded, trying to catch his breath. Slash crawled towards him, thinking he would get something out of it. He rolled his eyes when Duff told him what he was doing, "Suck it." Duff didn't seem to notice Slash's behavior.

Slash got on his knees before leaning down to take some of Duff into his mouth; his hands rested on Duff's thighs, propping himself up.

He ran his tongue across Duff's slit, earning some pre-cum. Duff got a fistful of Slash's dark curls and pulled him down more; Slash took the hint and put more of Duff's dick into his mouth. Duff moaned, tugging at Slash's curls, "Fuck, I love your mouth!" Slash mentally patted himself on the back.

Slash bobbed his head up and down, loving the praises falling from Duff's mouth,

"You're so fucking hot..."

"Fuck, I love you!"

"You're such a good boy for me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

and Slash was loving every bit of it. He loved it so much that he took all of Duff's length. "Holy shit!" Duff groaned, moving Slash's hair out of his face to see him better. Duff started face fucking Slash; his mouth felt so good around the tall blonde's dick. Slash got used to his length, but knew he was still going to have a sore throat later.

Slash reached down to touch himself, only getting in a couple of strokes, before Duff noticed and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. Slash rolled his eyes and earned another tug to his curls, more force being used this time; Slash moaned around Duff's length. Duff threw his head back, mouth open and sweat dripping from his forehead.

When it started feeling a little too good, Duff pulled Slash off of him. Slash sat back and caught his breath, breathing harshly. "You did so good, darling." Duff rubbed Slash's thigh. Duff pulled Slash onto him; Slash instinctively straddled him.

Duff kissed Slash, one hand in his hair and the other tracing his hole. Slash backed into his hand, wanting more. Duff slipped a finger into his hole; a startled noise, followed by a moan, came from Slash. Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, colliding with the other's tongue. Duff's finger pumped in and out of Slash. God, Slash looked so desperate; he was having the time of his life off of making out and one finger.

"You're so fuckin' pathetic. I bet you could get off with one of my fingers, just one, couldn't you, slut?" Duff said, running his finger over Slash's prostate. Slash moaned, letting his head fall onto Duff's shoulder. "Answer me!" Duff gripped Slash's hair, lifting his head back up, "Couldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes.." Slash quickly answered before begging for another finger; Duff granted his wish. Slash arched his back as Duff stretched him out, scissoring him, "Oh my God, Duff!" Drips of pre-cum fell onto Duff's thigh.

"You want another, whore?" Duff asked Slash. Slash nodded, "Yeah." He groaned as Duff's third long, slender finger entered him. He quickly pumped the fingers in and out of Slash, loving the plethora of moaning and cussing leaving the darker boy's lips. Slash savoured the feeling that Duff's fingers gave him.

"Mmm you wanna ride me?" Duff asked, kissing his neck and jawline. "Yes." Slash quickly said, eagerly; Duff smirked and removed his fingers from Slash before slightly leaning back to give Slash a little room. Slash held himself up with Duff's shoulder, slowly sinking down.

Duff grabbed his waist, holding him so he could adjust; when Slash did, he sunk down even more. If Duff told you it didn't feel good, he would be completely lying. Slash moaned as all of Duff's length filled him up. Slash adjusted for a minute, Duff rubbed circles into his hips.

Finally, Slash started to slowly ride him. Slash wanted to close his eyes so badly, but didn't, wanting to see how good of a job he's doing to Duff. Duff caught on to what he was doing and attempted to not show too much emotion; of course his face wasn't completely blank, but it didn't look very satisfied.

Slash decided to ride Duff even faster, using a specific motion that made Duff go crazy. Duff groaned and slowly threw his head back, not being able to keep the expression he thought he could.

Slash moaned as Duff's dick hit him in all the right spots. "Oh, Duff.." Slash wrapped his arms around Duff's neck and desperately kissed him. Duff ran his nails up and down Slash's sides, sending shivers down his spine. Duff brought one of his hands up to the back of Slash's neck, slightly pulling him closer.

He slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth again, feeling every inch of his mouth he could. Duff separated, attaching his mouth to Slash's neck. Slash tensed slightly when he felt Duff take his skin between his teeth, but quickly relaxed as Duff ran his hands up and down Slash's back.

Duff would move around on his neck until biting down on a spot that made Slash's back arch. Duff sucked on the skin, listening to Slash's groans and moans. Duff groaned against Slash's skin, his hot breath hitting Slash's neck. Slash's speed picked up as Duff's tip grazed over his prostate, once he found the angle again.

"Mmmh.." Duff's groan was muffled as he bit down on Slash's skin out of pure pleasure. Slash threw his head back as Duff penetrated his spot, "Oh my God..." After Duff left a good enough mark on Slash he licked the sensitive skin to soothe the agitated spot before leaning back to look up at Slash, attempting to keep the view stuck in his head.

He had hair matted to his sweaty forehead, lips parted, and his wild hair bounced as he rode. "You're doing so fucking great, Slash. You're being so good." Duff panted out, feeling the heat between the two.

Slash whined in response to the praise. God, he loved when praises fell out of Duff's sweet, angelic mouth, and past his pretty lips.

"You're so gorgeous. I don't want anyone but you. Fuck, I love you!" Duff groaned, looking at the handsome man above him. "You're pretty too, Duffy. You make me feel so different from anyone else, I love you.." Slash moaned, digging his finger's into Duff's shoulder; he didn't seem to notice.

They were in complete ecstasy, never wanting to forget the moment. Slash felt hypnotized by Duff's words, as if he was some sort of a sex slave. Duff ran his hands through Slash's sweaty curls; he wondered how Slash had enough patience to keep and take care of his long, difficult hair.

Once Duff saw the look on Slash's face he grabbed his hips and thrusted into him, after noticing he looked a little tired.

"Shit!" Slash's whole body shook as Duff slammed right into his prostate. "Right there?" Duff asked. Of course he knew, he just wanted to hear Slash's desperate voice confirm it. "Yes! Right there, Duff!" Slash moaned as Duff thrusted up into him. Slash's jaw went slack as the pleasure overtook him.

Duff's fingers dug into Slash's skin as he felt Slash pulsating around him, "Goddamn, you feel so good, baby..."

Slash felt the familiar feeling crawl up his stomach, "I'm close!" Duff pounded into Slash even harder than before, causing Slash's grip on Duff's shoulder to tighten. Duff felt close so he wrapped one of his hands around Slash's throbbing dick. He started pumping Slash to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Duff!" Slash moaned, relishing in all the pleasure he was feeling at once. "I'm gonna cum!" Slash's whole body shook again as he curled his toes, cumming all over himself and Duff's stomach. After a couple of more thrusts Duff came inside of Slash.

Slash's body went limp, his head resting on Duff's shoulder. "Are you okay?" Duff asked while trying to catch his breath. "Mhm." Slash nodded, closing his eyes. Duff rubbed Slash's back, slowly laying him on his back so he could get up to clean them up.

Duff grabbed some tissues, cleaning up their mess. He threw on just a pair of comfortable sweatpants before going back to the bunk, "Sweetheart, do you want sweats or shorts?"

"Mmm..shorts." Slash tiredly mumbled. Duff grabbed a pair of Slash's shorts and put his feet through the holes, sliding the pair up his legs, "Can you lift your hips?" Duff asked. Slash did and Duff pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.

"Are you guys done in there yet? I need to get my cigarettes." Axl knocked on the door to the bunks. Slash covered his face in embarrassment, forgetting that there were three other people, plus the driver, on their bus. "Yeah." Duff calmly said. Axl walked in and went to his bag that was on his bed, rummaging through it until he found the pack of cigs.

"So..you two had fun, huh?" Steven teased at the doorway. "Shut up, Stevie!" Slash said, still covering his face. Duff laughed and shook his head while sitting on the edge of the bunk, next to Slash.

"Well, we know who had sex first this show. Everyone needs to give me a 20 now." Izzy said looking around. "That's not fucking fair!" Axl argued. "Yes, it is. I said I bet it's gonna be Duff, and it was."

"But that's different because it's Duff and Slash. I said by a groupie." Axl said back. "You never said by a groupie! Steven, back me up." Izzy turned to Steven. "You didn't say it had to be with a groupie, Ax." Steven said, siding with Izzy. "Whatever." Axl huffed and handed Izzy the money.

Duff, Slash, and Steven gave Izzy the fairly earned money. "You guys wanna come watch a movie?" Izzy asked the couple. "I'm takin' a nap." Slash rolled over, his back facing everyone. "I'm staying with Slash." Duff said.

"The way you two were talking to each other, it sure seemed like some type of movie." Steven commented. "Steven!" Slash threw the pillow at his head, causing Duff and Izzy to laugh. "Come on, Stevie." Izzy grabbed Steven's hand and shut the door behind them.

Duff laid down next to Slash, wrapping an arm around him. Slash shifted his body to turn around, "I love you, Duffy."

"You love my dick too." Duff smiled when he saw Slash roll his eyes, "Yeah, Yeah, shut up."

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#guns n roses #slash gnr #duff gnr #slash guns n roses #slash #duff mckagan #guns n roses smut #guns n roses fanfic #sluff #gay #wattpad #smut #rock n roll #rock band

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

episode 6, here we go again... lmao i literally... had this post open, was writing up my final thoughts and my cat jumped up on my laptop and i fuckin lost everything. no ctrl-z to help me i have no idea what happened gdi lmao

so i will try to remember what it was i wrote initially

cowardly belmeria winston. i do wish she'd received some punishment for being literally in charge of human experimentation at peil. i'm so glad prospera uses her guilt against her

so like this is the line that made everyone go what the fuckkkkkk right? assuming they werent speedwatching and just ignored the fact suletta is 17 and belmeria is referring to the vanadis incident here

all the double take lines in this show are so amazing. like yea this doenst mean anything on first watch because of course suletta is her daugher but hohoho

honestly love the idea that suletta went to earth house for comfort after they found out what happened with el4n and his unknown (to them) 180 towards suletta. and part of that group of people comforting suletta includes miorine even if she does have to be all tsundere about it

i do wonder how angry she must have been that el4n was a dick to suletta though. imagine if shes playing her little shooty game on her phone to blow off steam here just like she did in ep 2 in the bathroom

random note: once chuchu calms down a few episodes back, miorine just is a staple at earth house just like suletta

god fuck you tumblr for ruining my og post. i had written a whole thing about this frame and how i appreciated that gwitch never let miscommunication/misunderstanding tropes get in the way of anything (i know some people would argue otherwise because of the break up arc but i dont agree with them).

miorine couldve stayed quiet about this but she brings it up so suletta knows it doesnt only concern her. theyre a team.

also like how even though shes a little socially awkward goober, she knows el4n's about face is weird and doesnt make sense and pretty much immediately begins questioning if there was anything she might have done

we never really got to find out much about el0n did we? like what does he do? does he still learn the school things that el4n and his predecessors would have presumably been learning at asticassia? where does even come from? iirc we only learn about the whole peil AI used to pick the next ceo but where does the selection pool come from?

i really really hope that by this point in the story people werent still mean to suletta at school. she just sounds so fuckin dejected over her potential new friend turning on her so suddenly that it's hard not to imagine that people would pretend to be nice and then just make fun of her like those 3 girls did in episode 1

our tsundere bride won't be having any of that though

bless you nika for calling out this dumbassery

interesting to think about how shaddiq is the only one of the big three guys that doesn't just project their weird insecurities on suletta. both guel and el4n immediately think that her genuine honest-to-goodness kindness is some sort of backhandedness

this got me thinking back on sophie basically saying the same thing to suletta during their fight. and yea, makes sense considering sophie and whoever el4n originally was are part of the oppresed class in this universe

she was probably freaking out a little bit just like the rest of earth house right here huh?

i've seen enough posts calling the permet score gay thing an asspull but if we go back to this episode, it's literally the same thing but on a smaller scale since aerial hadnt even hit permet score 6 here yet

all of us where el4n when this happened

i can't really do this scene justice because when the replichildren silhouettes are on screen its only one at a time, but i just love how it transitions out from the silhouettes to the gund bits with their laugh as the only thing we hear

its weird and confusing on first watch but man is it great once you know whats up

smug bride

👀

how did people deny the eri/aerial theory?????

i know this is kinda played up for laughs because it isnt really until you rewatch that you realize that miorine's definitely smitten with suletta at this point. but i'm glad nika exists for being the sole person who saw past miorine's cold facade and noticed it too

i'm also happy zeonic is translating the light novels in full now instead of the LN only chapters because everything ive read up on about LN2 regarding this whole el4n arc sounds so good. yeah she was jealous as hell, but here she is being supportive while mistakenly thinking this is a romantic interest

such a fucked up callback lmao

i can't believe there were people who outright refused to watch the prologue. imagine just missing the emotional gut punch this scene is supposed to mean without that context

also god fuck belmeria for trying to argue with the peil hags over keeping el4n alive after failing. you know what you were getting yourself into. you shouldn't have done it at all in the first place

right so, i hope i managed to write up more or less what i had originally written before losing my post

episode 6 definitely marks a turning point for the series i think where we finally start leaving behind the slice of life school stuff we've been seeing and all the mysteries begin to pile up reminding you that the beginning of this whole story was a tragedy

excited for episode 7 because miorine rembran girlbossing is just great

#g witch #rewatch time #g witch episode 6

[kazububs-archived]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ

includes: Wakasa Imaushi

cw: hurt/comfort, swearing, bullying (not main characters), friends to lovers, music inspired fic, fem!reader (reader uses she/they pronouns)

wc: 2.4k / fandom: Tokyo Revengers

a/n: this is for my collab in @kasumiwrites lyrical collab. Thank you for letting me join, it was lots of fun to write! Bolded is lyrics!!

Wakasa Imaushi smirks at his friend's antics; a lollipop stick rolls around in his mouth, dancing with his tongue. ‌ Laughing as you hear Waka and Shin argue across the store about his nonexistent love life. "Shin, I'll just start dating you if it gets that bad!" With a plastic bag in hand, you cross back over while shouting. 

Shin dips his head ‌in‌ ‌disappointment. “Thanks, Y/n, but I don’t need your pity dates. I ain’t that pathetic.” As Waka arches his eyebrows, he murmurs, “You sure?” “Waka you asshole! Yes, I’m sure.” He continues to smirk as he reaches for the small bag, only to have his hand swatted away.

“No! None for you, since you’re being mean to Shin.” As you give Shin a black coffee, Waka's voice is laced with mock hurt. “I can not believe what I am hearing. My girl, turning against me?” 

You'll just have to try harder than that, my dear, I'm not 'your girl' Waka, she mockingly glared back at him while pressing the cold carton of blueberry yogurt drink to his forehead, causing him to flinch slightly from the cold.

Shin stands between you two wondering, "Why aren't they already together," and you send him a playful wink that is met with a blank stare. 

Drip drop, gimme what you got, your talk is incredible 

“Ouch, right in the heart, Y/n.” Waka calls out monotonously as he sits down on the beat-up couch in the back of the shop. Looking at Shinichiro through his pale lashes, “Yeah yeah, make yourself comfortable. I gotta finish up with a customer, then I’ll be back.” Shinichiro says, rolling his eyes, leaving to go back to the front shop.

 “So little Miss Y/n, it’s been a while since it’s just been us two together. You usually have someone to hide behind.” You stop sipping your pop to turn and fully turn to look at Wakasa. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Waka?” He can feel the hostility dripping from your voice and seething in your chest.

 “Oh y'know, it's just I don’t know much about you, it feels like you just popped up one day and everyone has been hiding anything about you. I barely know a thing about you, and you’re here basically every day with the Black Dragons." He points this out sharply, making you feel like the words stab into your chest, making your heart pound. 

I’m gonna read your mind, (Big dicks, and big ol’ titties on the sly) 

A curt laugh escapes you, “I don’t know what you’re even hinting at, and quite frankly, I didn’t come here to be interrogated.” Huffing, you walk over to the door, sparing a single glance back at him, before slipping out of the door. 

Shinichiro glances over his shoulder as the back door slams shut, effectively making him jump slightly in his spot. He bids the customer farewell, speed walking to the backroom, “What the hell was that? Was that Y/n?”

Wakasa doesn’t spare a word to Shinichiro, only shrugging his shoulders. Shin squints his eyes at the white-haired man, his mind running to try to think of what could have happened to have your storm off like that. “So you gonna tell me what you did or do I have to get Benkei to fight it out of you?” Wakasa can only scoff at the weak threat.

“Didn’t do shit, I don’t know what you’re even talking about. It's not my fault they had a fuckin’ fit.” He rolls his eyes, sucking the air out of the small carton, and chewing on the straw. 

What are you hiding? White Russians and dirty diamonds 

Days pass before you’re able to return to Shinichiro’s bike shop after the scene you made last time. A small sigh escapes as you push open the heavy door of Shinichrio’s shop.

“Shin?” calls out as you walk through the eerily quiet shop. “I know you aren’t with a girl, Shin!” Again, nothing. Scrunching up your eyebrows as you come face to face with the backroom door. 

Creaking the door open, you peek in, only to see Wakasa and Shinichiro talking, almost whispering to each other. “I know something is up with her.” Wakasa says almost non-chantedly. He slightly scowls at his accusations, “What could they possibly be hiding. Honestly Waka, you’re too paranoid. Ain’t nothing happening with Y/n.” He says sternly. Closing his eyes, Shinichiro turns his back to Waka to head back into the front shop, only to be met with a pair of eyes staring back at him. 

He seems frozen in place until Wakasa comes up behind him, slapping Shin on the back. “You good?” But Wakasa followed suit once he saw you. A black eye is adorned with cuts and a bruised cheek had both men in utter shock. “What..the fuck” Wakasa whispered out as you cringed under their stares. The blue and black bruises decorated your body, but it had become such a common occurrence that you were used to the pain. But you weren’t used to hiding it. 

You fake your shyness, i just wish that I could see through you 

Fights usually aren’t this brutal, but of course, your members had to go piss off some Kenryu members. Not wanting your gang to seem weak or in lower ranks, you stood up for your members. But when a weapon comes out, the fight is never fair.

You can still remember the jaw-breaking pain when the crowbar connected with your face. A metallic taste sits in the back of your throat after the fight. Never having someone to come home to was never a problem, you knew how to care for yourself. 

But new friends? A stoic gym owner, a hopeless romantic mechanic, a gang leader with a cigarette influence, and a teddy bear of a personal trainer-previous gang leader. People who make you feel at home, could exist. That warmth and being cared for are human needs. People that would care for you if you came home beaten to a pulp. 

“Hey hey, fuck, what happened Y/n?” Shinichiro, seemingly the first to snap out of his daze, steps forward with his arms out towards you. He pushes the door all the way open, to reveal you cradling your arms, one seems to be more bruised than the other.

Mumbling out a small “Don’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” Wakasa gulps down some air as he comes back to reality, his eyes widening at the sight. 

His chest feels tight, his mouth dry as his hands clench at his side. Why was this affecting him so much? It’s just you. 

Chat shit, but where’s the real you. 

“What the hell are you thinking?!” Wakasa yells out, heart pounding against his ribcage, he feels like it's going to burst out if he’s not careful. You flinch at his voice that seems to resonate within your body, “Why would you hide this from us!” He clenches his jaw as you and Shin just stare at him, shocked by the outburst. “What else are you hiding from us?!” He screams out, voice already becoming hoarse from the shouting. 

Waterfalls coming out your mouth 

A dry laugh escapes you, as tears fill your lash line. He really has the audacity to say that, “Why the fuck do you think i’d ever trust you! Hah?! You don’t know jackshit about me or my life, you don’t know what I've been through you asshole!” You scream out, tears slipping down your face, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pain of physical and emotional damage. 

Shinichiro stands there confused at the outbursts, as you hiccup, gasping for air to calm down. Wakasa turns his back to the two of you, letting his head hang low. “...my sight.”

Shinichiro steps forward, hand reaching over to grab his shoulder, “Waka, what are you sayin-” “Get the hell out of my sight, bitch! Don’t ever want to see you again, got it?!” Shin steps back at the intensity of his voice, having never heard it before. 

“The hell are you saying Wakasa! Don’t be so rude to Y/n, they ain’t done anything!” He shouts back, stepping in front of you, almost blocking you completely for Wakasa. Big globs of tears roll down your cheeks, silently nodding as you take his words to heart, leaving. 

Days pass by before you even consider going back to Shin’s shop again. You couldn’t risk running into him again. Not after what he had said. How could you even face him? It’s just better to not go altogether. Hideout at your place until you can think of what to do for the long term. 

But that plan lasted all of three days when Shinichiro, Benkei and Takeomi showed up at your door, a bag of medical supplies in tow. “Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” Benkei asks as he grabs your hand, leading you to your living room couch.

He squatted down as you held out your leg, wrapping a tensor band around your knee. Shinichiro and Takeomi sit down on the couch, watching Benkei, their Black Dragon medic. 

Shinichiro scratches his head as he huffs in frustration, “So you still want nothing to do with Waka? You won’t even talk to him?” Omi raises his eyebrows at your stubbornness. “No, I- ah fuck, I won’t talk to him” Sucking in air through clenched teeth, Benkei finishes the wrapping.

“Can you at least tell us how you got this beaten to shit?” Takeomi mumbles out as he leans back on the couch. Sighing, you recount how you started your own gang. 

Waterfalls tearing your mouth apart 

It was the first year of middle school, as you sat at your desk gazing out at the cloudless sky. The teacher's voice seemed muffled and distant as another pair of voices caught your attention. A girl in pigtails was dragged by her hair across the field by two older girls.

Raising your eyebrows as you ignore the protests of the teacher telling you to get back to class, you walked out down the halls. The voices echoed in your head, but shrugging your shoulders, ignoring it. ‘I ain’t no hero, she can stand up for herself.’. Stepping outside, allowing the soft breeze to brush past, you walk over to the vending machine to grab a strawberry milk drink. 

Those voices resurface again, sounding a lot closer than in the classroom. It seemed to lead a perfect trail to where the pigtailed girl lay on the ground, two upperclassmen standing above her. “Dumb fucking bitch!” One yells out before landing a slap across her cheek, making the girl's face turn to the side as tears prickle her eyes. 

The girl whimpers. “I h-haven’t done anything, please! I don’t d-deserve this!” She sniffles out loud, as both girls laugh at her. “You know what you did, and you do deserve this, fuckin’ slut!” The other girl lashes out, digging her heel into the underclassmen's stomach. The pigtail girl starts coughing violently, and that’s when your patience snaps. 

“Oi!” You yell out, stomping over to the three girls. Rage bubbled up in your chest. Before they could shout out for you to get lost in response, a strong right hook came crashing down on one of the girls' faces. She stumbles back, falling over her feet and looking up at you, terror reflecting in her eyes, as her friend stands next to her. 

Swiping down, you kick the other girls’ legs out from under her, as she fell to the ground. The two upperclassmen looked up at you, as pigtails stumbled to her feet. “Don’t wanna hear anymore shit spewing out of your mouths anymore! Ya got it?!” The two upperclassmen stared like fish out of water, mouths agape and eyes widening. 

Without a word, they scramble to their feet, tripping over themselves and each other as they ran off. You glanced down at pigtails, who were a few inches shorter than you. Raising a hand, you give a soft smile, “Need a friend?”. And the rest was history, it started off with just standing up for the unfair victims and soon turned into a gang of strong females to serve and protect others on the turf of Tokyo. 

Clap clap, you’re a clever, clever cookie now

Wakasa leans against the doorframe as the guys give him a look that says ‘we’ll give you some alone time with her’. 

He had been listening to the whole story, only coming to try to make things up with you. Wakasa couldn’t stand being away from you for so long, it started to hurt and he couldn’t understand why. 

The guys all stood up, making you glance around until your eyes landed on Wakasa; the only one left in the room. “Hey.” He mumbles out, making his way inside as you quickly jump off the couch, only to wince in pain at your leg. Trying to shift the weight off of it, you lose balance, making Wakasa lunge forward to catch you.

“Still as clumsy as ever, I see.” He chuckles, as you lean on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. You push off of his chest with a dusting of blush on your face, “Get off me, idiot.” Mumbling out as you lower back down on the couch. 

“What do you want, Wakasa? Can’t you see I'm trying to avoid you?” Refusing to look him in the eyes, he sighs, grabbing your chin, making you face him as the blush becomes more prominent. “Look, can you please just give me a chance to explain myself?” Gulping, you couldn’t even respond verbally, only nodding your head. 

Taking a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart, “Look, I was upset when I saw you in that state. I was upset with both of us. Okay? No, no don’t scowl at me, I ain’t done yet.” He chuckles, tilting your head up to hold eye contact,

“I was upset that I had let you get this beat up and I couldn’t do anything to save you. I was upset at you for not letting me in, and letting me take care of you, my darling.” The pet name rolls off his tongue almost too perfectly, in your opinion. 

“Why would you be upset? I can take care of myself, y'know.” Breaking eye contact as you mumble out weak protests. Wakasa leans in closer until the space between you two is almost non-existent. You can feel his warm breath fanning over your face, and you take note of how soft his hand really is. How have you never noticed this before? 

“I know that, but let me take care of my girl for once.” He mumbles against your lips, sealed with a kiss. 

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[alastairstom]

Can we take a second to talk about foods? Like what do you reckon everyone’s food habits are? Foods they dislike and like, do they like snacks, different types of alcohol etc.

(Wessa, Jem, Thomastair, all the historical folks I ask)

Okay! I'm at a level of hgh where i dont think i can do ALL the characters. (i can only do one task for so long when i'm high because of adhd.) i'm just going to do my four main blorbos, i hope that's okay. i know you also probably want wessa, but send me an ask tomorrow and i'll do them.

matthew -> i think matthew is a really adventurous eater, but one with a more refined palette. he approaches each food item as though it's its own work of art, and some of them are more fine and subtle while others are of a different caliber. so i think he enjoys fine dining a lot, and i think he also enjoys going to new restaurants, especially upscale local restaurants, as he is traveling. he doesn't seem like someone who would want to support a huge chain when he could have a local eatery with trained high-quality chefs. he also will try almost anything once - the only time he would refuse food is dog. i also think that he develops a taste for some pub foods as well after chot so he can hang out with his friends in taverns and bars that don't serve coffee. this gives him something to have there while his friends are drinking.

alastair -> speaking of drinking, alastair doesn't drink. (i know he does once in choi, but it's clearly intended to show how batshit elias's presence is driving him.) so he, like matthew, drinks a lot of black coffee. they both down it. but yeah, i think he also would really like a lot of the persian recipes he grew up with that risa or sona made, and he enjoys trying to emulate them. he is very happy with many different savry and spicy flavors. his favorite dessert would be ghotab. ghotab is good. i think that he also gets a weird britishlike semi-burned breakfast everyday because thomas always likes to cook for him, and it's not amazing, but thomas makes it and he loves it because of that fact. (i have a couple of fics where he makes simple persian dishes too because he wants to be able to make alastairs favorite foods on special occasions or to cheer him up if he is sad)

thomas -> well, he hates celery, that's for fuckin sure. but per the book canon in choi, here is his favourite meal:

clearly he does not have a very broad palette, but he likes all the british food. however, i think that he developed a taste for spanish food while he was in madrid. i also think that after moving in with alastair he developed a massive taste for persian food. alastair would make it and emulate some of sona's and risa's recipes, so he could have a taste of his family food with him. so he makes it sometimes. and it is just so good, and when he goes to the in-laws, they give him SUPER good persian food. it's a win-win

cordelia -> cordelia likes to eat persian food too because she grew up with it. also, like alastair, she has a really broad palette because they grew up traveling so much. she and james will go abroad and she'll have a really fun time watching james try new foods that she's always known exist. i think cordelia can handle a lot of different flavors, but she can't stand when something is too sweet like a cake with too much sugar or that rock candy. i think she enjoys floral teas, especially because sona's chai includes floral undertones per ChoG.

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from a table, the camera getting a view of a window. A woman with red hair is looking out of it as waves hit the beach, another woman can be heard yawning in the background.]

?: Ugh… my head…

[Voice identified: Ness.]

?: Pfft, lightweight. Couldn’t imagine.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

Ne: Shut. Ugh… WAIT. WHY ARE YOU. DID WE? EW BRAIN WHAT THE FUCK?

[Eden shrieks in disgust at Ness’ words, making it clear that it did not happen.]

Ed: EW NO. WHAT THE FUCK, ABSOLUTELY NOT. There’s two fucking beds in this room, idiot!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM MY BRAIN IS DUMB! Uhhhhhh…

[Ness' 'Uhhhhh' is extended for almost a minute before stopping.]

Ne: Eden?

Ed: What.

[Ness takes a pause, before flinging her arms out beside her in confusion.]

Ne: WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?

[Eden looks out at the water, then back to Ness.]

Ed: The Royal at Atlantis, or, at least… that’s what Ophelia said.

Ne: That’s… Not in New York is it?

[Eden sighs.]

Ed: The fuck do you think, dipshit? Come look out the window.

[Ness gets up and walks to the window. Staring at the landscape in front of them.]

Ne: ARE WE IN THE FUCKIN' BAHAMAS????

Ed: Looks like it, yep.

Ne: Oh my fuckin' god I… How did I let you idiot's convince me into this shit… ESPECIALLY YOU!

Ed: You asked to be included, you dolt! You said ‘I’ve never had a girls night before, can I tag along?’ And you fucking tagged along! Now you’re in the Bahamas!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THIS IS WHAT Y'ALL MENT! I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE… GET SOME DRINKS AND PARTY!

[Eden leans against the wall, staring at Ness. A small grin on her face.]

Ed: Yeah, we did exactly that. But, it was never specified where we would be partying. I’m surprised you don’t remember any of that.

Ne: Ugh… Might as well I don't know. What do people do at the bahamas?

Ed: Hell if I know, I think everyone just… sits around. So.

Ne: Well fuck that, I'm swimming! I uh… Shit. These are the only clothes I have…

[As soon as Ness finishes speaking, someone comes tumbling in through the door, making it into frame.]

?: Ohmigodhiguys!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

Ne: OH SHIT! You scared me… Uh hi?

O: Last night was so fun, OMG. I heard something about clothes? And only having one outfit?

Ed: Have you been waiting outside of the room until you heard that.

Ne: Uh… Yeah I was gonna go swimming while I'm here… But Yeah.

[Ophelia digs around in her pockets, and pulls out something shiny, and rectangular. They toss it over to Ness.]

O: Go wild, girl.

Ne: Wha- What is this? Um.

O: Company card! Go and buy yourself some stuff, Ness.

Ne: Y'all aren't… Trying to get me to join showfall or PR right?

Ed: God no, why would I want to work with you?

O: Be nice! But no, we aren’t. We just want to treat you to something nice!

Ne: Uh ok… Oh did I give you those letter's? From my stalker?

O: Not yet, no. I think you were too busy singing ‘Copacabana’ on the table to remember.

Ne: Oh um… Well

[Ness digs around her pockets, casually pulling out 4 pieces of paper. And slowly handing them to Ophelia.]

O: Thank you, I’ll look into this ASAP!

Ne: And I'll keep my end… Anything PR needs, as much as it will pain me. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone currently staying in that apartment. I'll do it.

O: Glad you’ve decided to keep that part! It would have ended a little worse if you’d decided to take that part out.

[Silence.]

O: Kidding!

Ne: Ha… Ha yeah I'm gonna go now thanks for this!

[Ness runs out of the room leaving her phone on accident.]

Ed: Why the fuck did you just let her run off with the damn company card?

O: For funsies!

[Eden smacks her palm into her face.]

Ed: God, I hate you.

O: Yeahhh.

[Ness runs back.]

Ne: FORGOT MY PHONE-

[Ness grabs it and leaves again, accidentally hitting a button ending the transcript.]

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

[steviecrowdude]

Im starting to get followers now! Yaay!

I do want to lay some stuff out though, to potentially set in stone expectations for followers.

I reblog whatever i see that i wanna reblog. I may forget to tag things, but i try to if i have enough energy and it really needs tagging. This includes memes and funny stuff, but also just stuff i find important.

I am a trans man. Binary trans man (edit: to yall at least, behind the curtain I'm fuckin around with gender). No connection to womanhood other than the fact i dont publicly pass. He/him. If theres anyone out there who decides to come here and try and tell me im a sad woman or something, no. You dont know me, i know myself. Welcome to my blog.

I dont do that trans gatekeeping stuff. You fuck with gender? Ya trans (if you want. We also love gnc people here. Also you dont need to id as trans.) Neopronouns and xenogenders are amazing, and contradictory labels are cool as shit. I feel sad i need to clarify that but i do want to.

Im also Aroace and sex repulsed, dont know about the romance repulsed part, but it sounds right. What those things mean to me are private to me.

If you dont have sex, me too dude hell yeah. If you do? Hell yeah dude have fun. I want people to be happy and safe (whatever that means to you) and if youre consenting to it, then i cant think of anything better. (All that to say, dont fuckin, use sex repulsed people to be antikink or something, like c'mon)

Oh, im also autistic, and i have a medley of other mental stuff and neurodivergencies that i have yet to be diagnosed with.

Edit: im also definitely chronically ill in some way so i reblog about physically disabled stuff too

Im gonna reblog things that have to do with that stuff.

I also reblog things i think are important, such as bipoc rights and safety, disabled rights, intersex rights and queer rights in general, safety for everyone, religious freedom and human rights. (Im white, dyadic, and nonreligious, so do tell me if i reblog something thats iffy. Ill be happy to delete it.)

Edit as of January 9th 2024: i feel like i should clarify just because of the rise in antisemitism in the us especially; i dont tolerate that type of stuff. If your support of palestine and people in gaza comes at the cost of your support for jewish people you can leave cuz i dont wanna interact with you. I will advocate for the people in gaza being killed and attempt to uplift their voices, but i will not tolerate antisemitism in the same breath.

Like i mentioned before, if i reblog something and someone following me feels like its fucked up, ill delete it.

I mostly reblog memes and things i find funny.

A lot.

I dont tend to interact with fandom spaces much. But i do enjoy the funny from fandoms, and i reblog fandom content.

Thank you for reading :)

#thisll be my pinned post

[baladric]

I want to start listening to/watching opera do you have any suggestions to start with?

oh boy, this is a hell of a question with a lot of possible answers! opera is super subjective, and everyone with a passion for it has a different seminal experience—most often that's a live production of La Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi, La bohème by Giacommo Puccini, or Carmen by Georges Bizet. really the best possible in for opera is live performance—but there's a reason opera's considered a hobby for rich people, so in lieu of shelling out for tickets!!!

below the cut is a list of arias that fucken rip (and a few full-length opera recs)! this is definitely not your, like, greatest hits list, because i think the arias everyone shoves at people are deeply fucking boring—but you definitely have heard the first three before!

Habanera (L'amour est un oiseau rebelle) sung by Elina Garança, from Bizet's Carmen (because this shit is HOT)

The Queen of the Night (Der Hölle Rache) sung by Diana Damrau, from Mozart's Magic Flute (this one lacks subtitles, so the gist of the aria is the Queen is Angry™ at her daughter for resisting her super super reasonable order to murder her own father, as one does)

Summertime sung by Audre McDonald, from Gershwin's Porgy and Bess (you know this song!!)

Sempre libera sung by Pretty Yende, from Verdi's La Traviata (also lacks subtitles, so the gist of this one is Violetta [the character] is on the verge of falling madly in love, and is trying to convince herself to shut the guy down and keep living her easy breezy party life instead of taking the risk of being hurt and chained down)

Près des ramparts de Seville sung by Elina Garança, from Bizet's Carmen (from the same production as the Habanera above; including 2 from that production bc it's a smash fuckin hit and like... it sure leans into how SEXY opera can be)

Pur ti miro! sung by Nardus Williams and Kate Lindsey, from Monteverdi's Coronation of Poppea (no subtitles, so: this is a love duet from the very end of the opera, right after Poppea [soprano] has been crowned Empress, and is basically just Poppea and Emperor Nerone expressing their very tender joy at being married and in love)

O mio rimorso! sung by Rolando Villazòn, from Verdi's La Traviata (specifically a very cute video from a filmed orchestra rehearsal where Villazòn's just playing around, like. it makes me so, so happy to see it expressed that this shit is fun to do!!!)

if you want more recs, i'm have far too many pieces to put here and also there's a lot of resources for this online! this list is tragically reflective of my own fixation on the Romantic period (exceptions being the Monteverdi, which is what we call Early Music, the Mozart, which is Classical, and the Gershwin, which is quintessential contemporary opera), so mind you, even if you don't like most of these, there's opera for you!

now if you want to dig in further and try out watching an entire opera:

considering that i listed two of Carmen's arias from that same production, i do pretty strongly recommend the 2010 Metropolitan Opera production of Carmen—however, the only video of it that has subtitles is on the Met's streaming site, so it does cost a little money to watch it, much though that hurts my heart. i cannot recommend it enough, but also money is garbage. (fair warning, this opera gets very dark, and it's from the 1800s so it operates from a very toxic perspective of the Romani—and it's opera, so of course the Romani characters are not played by Romani singers, which is its own can of worms)

you'll notice there are also two arias from La Traviata on my list—so of course that's my second full-length recommendation! Traviata is a true classic (that scene in Pretty Woman where Richard Gere takes Julia Robers to the opera? they're watching La Traviata—which is a fun detail, since it tells a story that's very resonant for Roberts' character specifically) and it contains some of the most sparkling, beautiful, heart-rending music that exists, imo. there's a really incredible full-length video of a 2006 production by LA Opera that features really lush period-appropriate costuming and sets, and a really especially fierce take on the lead tenor role. plus it's Renée Fleming, and love her or hate her, if you're gonna do opera, you have to give her a listen once or twice!

finally, the general consensus is that The Magic Flute is a good starter opera! i have my complaints about that but it's definitely a popular choice for a reason! contains the famous Queen of the Night aria from above, which is the most quoted operatic piece p much of all time, and it's definitely a lighter-sounding piece of music than the other two i listed! decent full-length video of a 1995 production at La Scala

that's all for now, but if any of it catches you, anon (or anyone else!) i'm definitely always down for more suggestions. and if you feel like goin rogue after this, my main suggestion is to figure out what specific kinds of sound you like—the light, fast Mozart? the rich Traviata? lush sexy Carmen? or the much more sparse Monteverdi?—and dig into those musical eras! and also if you like any of these singers' voice specifically, search them on youtube and just go hog wild!! honestly i found Pretty Yende because of this and as soon as i post this i am 100% gonna go watch about 7 more of her videos and cry a lot (her Addio del passato, oh my GOD)

#anonymous ask #anon #opera #opera recs

[tonysaintborgi]

Hello I am recovering from covid right now and I'm being hit by the rare California hurricane right now and I'm kinda flipping my shit :(

Tell me a fun cooking story please!

oh fuck bro stay safe

so a few years back my aunt had flown out from the east coast to visit my mom and it was like mid autumn so they were like, "Tony you like cooking thanksgiving dinner why not make a mini thanksgiving dinner while she's here?" and I'm like 🐶👍 yea i can do that.

notable fact: i do actually like cooking thanksgiving dinner. as so, at this point, i had years of experience. and as far as I'm aware, I make a pretty good turkey. y'know? well for a number of reasons i was starting this turkey from frozen instead of thawed. i can't remember the exact reasons but they were there, and y'know, i know how to cook so long-cooking a frozen turkey is like. no prablem. wasn't even my first time doing it from frozen.

the fact you can cook a frozen turkey though, apparently news to my aunt, who spent days asking "shouldn't the turkey be thawing?" to which I repeatedly told her Not To Worry, I Know How To Cook. everyone else echoed this to her too, including my mom.

and then Fakesgiving comes.

literally all day she's breathing down my neck bascially. "are you sure you can do that?" yes Auntie Rita. "is it going to be cooked thoroughly?" yes Auntie Rita I prefer not to give people food poisoning. "will it be ready in time?" yes I know how to time food Auntie Rita. "I don't know about it!" well Auntie Rita, I'm the chef. and I do know about it.

so dinner comes. oh. and it was fucking delicious. and it was even more delicious as both my sibling and I both fucking stare down Bitch Supreme as she bites into the turkey and enjoys the fuck out of it. At which point I'm giving her the stink eye and my sibling, who was fiercely defending me because our aunt is just Like This, actually takes the time to go like "Do you see? He spent all day telling you it'd be fine and it turned out amazing. Maybe if you fucking listened to him instead of doubting him and being a bitchy snob all day," and I'm like yup yup and my sibling keeps going off and I'm just like yup yup. i would have defended myself but she actually beat me to it.

and then.

i realize.

it's not just a table of east-coast italian americans. my boyfriend (at the time) (who's not white) is also there.

and he's silent. and he's watching with incredible intent. he's watching my sibling, who's mentally and emotionally exhausted, rightfully snap on my aunt for literally treating me like a child all day and then trying to pretend like she hadn't when it turned out to be fantastic. and she's not mincing any words at all. and she's not holding any attitude back either.

and of course the heat does calm down and we eat and everything but we (me, my sib, and my bf) head to the lower floor & my sibling messages me from her room like "would you apologize to Andre for how I acted" and I turn to Andre and I'm like babe. me and patt are so sorry. and he gets this look on his face and he's like

"NO, I LOVED IT. WHITE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY."

fuckin fantastic 🐶👍 hopefully this story does u good

as a post-script here, hi andre! i know you still occasionally stalk my socials for some reason. 8^) that's creepy, you should move on

[misquigleya]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR.

name: char 'cause i never considered lottie being a viable nickname of charlotte like a dumbass lmfao

pronouns: she/her but really i do not care <3

preference of communication: discord only 'cause i'm never logged into mobile tumblr longer than enough to check for replies, draft them, and give the dash a quick scroll before fuckin' off to tiktok or whatever app. but i'm always logged in via discord mobile, plus it's just easier and we can pin important shit or not important shit. too long of an answer for this rip sorry.

most active muse: currently hyperfixated on all of my yj muse's, but i'd have to say it's a toss up between misty and van ( found over on the multi @ darkconsumed ) but literally could shift with the wind at any given moment. let me yell about them all.

experience/how many years: eleven years ( i've seen some shit on this site okay... ) as of feb. of this year. i'm old as hell, even more tired, and i just wanna vibe and write with y'all. all spent on this site mind you; started off in various RPG's before switching to indie in late 2012, early 2013.

best experience: honestly this fandom has been a great way to get me out of a writing funk/block that i had been experiencing for like...months before i finally watched yj. you all have been great and welcoming and put up with listening to me ramble and defend this cute lil blonde nerd. i've had the most fun in this fandom than i have in a long while and that's saying something as i've been in many fandoms over the years. but yea...this fandom has felt like coming home after a long trip <3

rp pet peeves: i'm old RP wise so i got me a good...500 mile long report of pet peeves lol but the biggest are no rules page, no information when it's a oc(s), flat out not reading my own rules 'cause i can tell when they have not been read ( folks with -0 information on their blogs and or no links leading to said information like...tell me you followed without reading rules without telling me ), i don't know why it's still such a thing in the year of our toad 2023, but vague posting. it just makes all the vibes go to shit real quick and no thank. there are many more but i will keep from sounding like an old person on their porch yellin' at the wind.

plots or memes: both? both is good. i don't know what it is with memes, but i tend to have a habit of basing a plot off a meme and wind up with a bitchin' plot that makes sense. memes are also, in my opinion, a great way to break the ice and get everyone involved relaxed enough to reach out. also i hoard memes for the days drafts are a big no and my brain is mush, but not mush enough to do memes. if that makes sense lol

long or short replies: i am go with the motion of the ocean kinda gal. if you give me semi-para, i'm gonna give it right back. sometimes i can word vomit ( sorry not sorry joey ) 'cause the muse be takin' over. but i also don't mind doing shorter replies / one para replies. so long as it's more than like two complete sentences, i'm chill.

are you like your muse: i could lie and say no, but i am. not completely, but there are bits and pieces of misty that are also very much char. it's part of the reason why i picked her up as a muse because i was able to relate to her ( struggling to make friends, not knowing how to go about it, feeling like an outsider even though technically apart of a team, etc. ) it's also why i try to give her a loud enough voice to be heard and listened to over the others. because i can acknowledge her faults and in some instances, so can misty herself, but there's also well, what would you have done? in there as well. like...she's fucked up and flawed but so are the others who tend to think they're above her and the things she's done when in reality they're not. and i don't know but there's just something about that that is so relatable that i can connect to at some degree. but also including the multi, i'm very much like van like...i will yell about movies and pop culture bullshit if ever given the chance.

tagged by: @enr4ged tagging: @dogtccth / @fullrigor / @wildernesslost / @antlermotifs / @crosseddestiny & anyone else <3

#( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character )

[kenmolly]

hi!! can you do tecchou fluff? im so deprived of content for him and i cant wait until s4 i just need some fuel for tecchou :DD love ur blog btw

𝄰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤᎓ tecchou x gn!reader

𝄰 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢᎓ fluff ‹3

𝄰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤᎓ non proof read and bsd manga spoilers

𝄰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢᎓ aaaa i'm so fuckin hyped for s4 rn. i can't wait to hear the new characters' voices!! and thank you so much, you're so sweet hun. c'mere leme give you a kiss mwah ♡

─ dating tecchou would be like adopting a little child. sometimes it'd be fun around him, sometimes it'd be annoying. but, of course, you'd find it more enjoyable when you're with him than annoyed. after all, that's the reason why you caught feelings, right?

─ i feel like both of you would bully each other all the time and do dumb stuff together. you know like watching the ants do their stuff or try out weird food combinations together. and then at all times you would insult and call each other names. everyone from the hd think that you're a weird couple but really, it's actually very fun.

─ other than that you can say that tecchou is quite protective. doesn't matter where you both are at, he'd always demand you to stay close to him. in fights, he'd always be around you just in case anything happens even if you told him that you can take care of yourself. when there are creeps harassing you? well, say bye-bye to them 'cause your beloved boyfriend would definitely scare them away.

─ now let's talk about dates. what dates would tecchou usually bring you to? i feel like it'd usually be dates that include foods and arcades. you both would definitely make a bet on each other and the loser will have to do whatever the winner says. especially on arcade dates, you'd either play those fighting games, racing games, shooting games, or aiming games for the bets.

─ when you're sick, I don't think he'd be too concerned about it unless it's super serious. if it's just some normal fever or headache, he'd just go, "there's some medicine in the cabinet. go eat them and remember to send me those photos of the birds we watched yesterday," lmao all he cares about are the photos 😭

─ moving on, if you're very sick like having a high fever, he'd definitely take care of you. he'll bring you food, medications, and be by your side all day. but don't think he'd show too much affection because I feel like he isn't good with it. he tries tho, maybe some head pats here and there and forehead kisses when you're asleep.

─ he'll change the warm towel for you if it gets cold and tucks you in comfortably in the bed if you've moved around too much. when you get better, he'd definitely annoy you by saying how tired he was taking care of you when you were sick. but honestly, he doesn't mind it at all; he just wants to annoy you since he's got the chance to

─ does tecchou love physical affection? the answer would be yes and no. if you're both home alone, he'd love to cuddle with him being the small spoon. it brings him comfort knowing that someone actually loves and cares for him. but when you're both out of the house. no, definitely no.

─ not even finger holdings, let me tell you. it's not that he hates it, he's embarrassed. the thought of letting everyone see the both of you having physical affection scares the shit out of him. especially jouno and teruko, they're already teasing and bugging tecchou about your relationship with him; letting them see physical affection between you and him? no way.

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… . . ╰─𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘─╯ … . .

AKA- 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 [pre-fame- throuples’ early days]

⏯️Damiano × Ethan × reader[other installments]

NSFW🚨 some swears & a bit of horniness

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style] ✨Thomas Raggi cameo

° attending a  måneskin gig at a local bar turns into hours of dancing & having fun with your boyfriends- but why won’t ethan join you on the dancefloor?

wordcount::               2,826

°  shoutout to my cellmate @superchrystaldrug for being the 1 to kick off this whole headcanon 💋 shoutout to @faith2607 & her awesome, inspiring, super sexy playlist 💋 

° this 1 is for kat[teehee- tricked ya. is this a blurb? or is this the proper meal i promised yall?], all the other anons who made sure i saw the ridiculously adorable dancing dami vids from the amas& to everyone who sent me such positive feedback after the last serving of throuple fluff. this has been a great& very gay week so far& lets keep it going

° this follows on from the 1st 3 chapters but nothing is time specific

° none of the lyrics included were written by me, but pls listen along to both as you read- specifically the 2nd song cos its so epic!& it should be your new favourite song. song1/song2

Ethan wasn't feeling it, he didn't want to dance, he was far happier to sit and smoke. You didn't take his refusal to join you personally. The band had just finished performing a set of about seventy minutes - their second gig of the day after spending the afternoon busking in one of their favourite spots. He was allowed to be tired - as long as he smiled whenever you sang in his direction and let you steal some kisses, you were happy.

Damiano was far less willing to accept the defeat of not having your boyfriend dance with you. It seemed he would not be satisfied until Ethan was on his feet, continuously trying and reminding you of an insect pushing in the hopes of moving a boulder.

It wasn't unusual for Damiano to have the most energy after performing, it didn't matter how long they had played for, he still had energy for more songs. He would always want more, the excitement coursing through his veins after the soul-nourishment he received from getting to live out his dreams, no matter what scale it was on.

You had been twirling about with him for what felt like hours - he had a way of pulling you into his orbit, his enthusiasm absolutely intoxicating. This hadn’t translated to Ethan yet. Unlike both you and Damiano, it seemed the DJ was yet to stumble upon any of Ethan’s favourites.

Damiano spun around, putting his back to you before reaching around, offering both of his hands to you. You grabbed him without hesitation, with him instantly pulling you forward. You followed him through the crowd, bouncing along to the beat of a high-energy electronic song - this one was somewhat familiar, but you couldn’t recall any of the explicit lyrics.

He was leading you across the dancefloor, heading in the direction of the dirtied tables that allowed people to sit and drink. Ethan was easy to spot out amongst the other club patrons - or potentially, that was due to you always being on the lookout for him, always wanting to see him. 

He was sitting with Thomas and his girlfriend, they were laughing together - not noticing the approach of you and Damiano, at first.

He set about correcting this quickly, preparing himself in front of Ethan - Damiano let go of your hands, bouncing his hip to the beat. You moved to sit up on the table, pecking Ethan quickly on the cheek as you did so.

"Hey honey, where did-..." Ethan's question was cut off when Damiano's plaid blazer covered his face.

You laughed, looking over to where Damiano was pointing both fingers at Ethan, singing to your boyfriend. "You know my motivation, given my reputation…" Ethan lowered the jacket from his face, smoothing his hair back. "Please excuse me, I don't mean to be rude…"

Damiano spun in a quick circle, facing back to Ethan in time for the chorus. "But tonight I'm fuckin' you…" Damiano had started to roll his hips in perfect time to the beat, his pleated mini-skirt flicking out to add extra flair to every movement. "Oh-oh, you know-oh- that tonight I'm fuckin' you."

Ethan bobbed his head along to the song, a smile coming onto his face as Damiano punctuated the next line by darting his tongue out. He waggled it in the air, winking at Ethan.

Thomas jumped to his feet, shimmying over to join Damiano. The two friends easily fell into the same rhythm as each other, jumping around. Thomas shuffled his feet around quickly, managing to dodge every wide flail of Damiano's arms.

When the rap verse began, neither of them missed a beat. They turned to one another, suddenly shouting over what was coming from the speakers. 

"Tonight I'm gonna do-" 

"Gonna do!" Damiano shouted in response to Thomas.

He was jumping up into the air, gaining an impressive height. "Everything I want with you-"

"With ‘chu!"

Carmen was admiring this display from her boyfriend, a smile on her face. "Well, at least this tires them out."

"From the window-" Both of the men sounded to be shouting at the top of their lungs. "-to the wall…" 

Damiano had lowered down into a crouch, bouncing up in time to the song before sitting his weight back to hover above his ankles. He looked in the direction of you and Ethan - a gesture towards both of you wasn't necessary, you were already watching him carefully.

"You got that body that make me wanna get up on the floor just to see you dance…" He rocked forward, now resting his knees on the ground and moving his hips into lower gyrations. "And I love the way you shake that ass…" He jerked his hips quickly from one side to the other, faster than the music. The skirt picked up this movement, catching air and you could see flashes of his underwear, the black lace against his tan skin.

Even though you had been dancing with him for hours, you found yourself wanting to do more. You were thinking of all the ways you could grind your body against his, how you could take advantage of all the quick songs.

"Oh-whoa, you know-oh…" He got back onto his feet, a wide and very mischievous grin on his face as he sauntered over to the table. "That tonight I'm fuckin' you…" He pointed with great intention at Ethan. 

You were at Damiano's eye-level and you ended up being the recipient of his attention. He put his hand under your chin and you didn't hesitate to lean closer to him.

"And you, too." He said, making you giggle before he pecked you. Your lipstick had long since been ruined by him, in fact it looked like more of the pink ombre was on his face than what you had.

"I need water after that." Thomas declared and Carmen got to her feet. Hand-in-hand, they disappeared amongst the other bodies of the crowd.

Ethan had put his arm around Damiano's waist, giving his boyfriend a few appreciative pats on his upper-thigh. "You're getting extra and wild tonight, eh Daddy?"

"Yeah. Too bad you're the one in the leash, not me." Damiano said, flicking at the fine silver chains that cascaded from Ethan's leather choker. "What song do I have to request to get you up with us?"

"I dunno, something that inspires me."

Damiano took his jacket back, hands disappearing into the pockets. He produced a cigarette, favouring Ethan with a smirk as he placed the cigarette on his bottom lip. "Don't tempt me into finding a way to inspire you." He found his lighter and lit up.

"It's the skirt, isn't it?" You asked. "I said he'd be trouble in that skirt, didn't I say that he'd be feeling himself too hard and we were in for a wild night?"

Ethan nodded. "That's true, you did say that."

"Where's Vic?" You asked, unable to recall exactly how much time had passed since you had seen the bass player.

"She was chatting some girl up, the last I saw her…" Ethan said.

"Classic Vic. You wanna talk about trouble in a skirt- one Miss De Angelis." Damiano said before looking at you. "Water?"

"Yes, please."

You turned to watch him leave - you had been looking at him in that skirt for hours, but there was still more you wanted to see. Looking at his legs was yet to get old, still holding so much of your focus. You didn't think you had ever seen an item of clothing more suited to him.

When you looked back at Ethan, he already had his eyes on you and you smiled. "Are you havin' fun?"

"Yes." He said, planting a hand on your knee. "Please don't mistake my hesitancy to dancing as me not having a good time. It just gets overwhelming out there and people turn into absolute creeps."

You sat up a bit straighter. "Who- what do they look like? What did they say to you?"

"Oh, no- nobody here. But I'm sure that you know what it's like when people get drunk and all the adrenaline from the loud music and the closeness to strangers, it goes straight to their heads and they don't just lose inhibitions, they also lose manners.

"I like your hair, turns into- can I touch your hair? And even when you say no, and even if you're so damn polite about it- they just help themselves to a handful anyways. They see me in an outfit like this…" He gestured down to his opened plaid blazer, which wasn't accompanied by a shirt. "And they think that means I want to have my stomach grabbed by strangers, before they say a single word to me.

"Like they think that's the reason why I wear something like this, to get grabbed and groped by strangers, right? As opposed to me finding something I feel cute in and that matches my friends." His brow was furrowed as he lit a cigarette. "I'm sure it's worse for you though, being a woman and daring to show any amount of skin…"

You shook your head. "Don't do that, it's not a competition of who feels the most objectified or who has a tougher time. That's still assault."

"Yeah." He said, an uncertain look on his face. "That's kinda a heavy word for it, though. I'm alright, I promise. Watching you and him twirl around is a lot of fun for me anyway, promise."

"Are there really no songs that could make you say fuck it and get up and twirl and whirl with us?" You asked, helping yourself to his cigarette. "I would never want to pressure you, but I just want you to know that I'm a lot of fun to dance with, super dirty dancing is kinda my speciality."

"Patrick Swayze in that movie…"

"Oh yeah."

"Wow." He said. "My mum loves that movie, she had it on DVD and I think that with all the times I wanted to watch it with her- I think that had her believing I was gonna grow up to be a dancer. But no, just into boys who can dance, instead."

"Water for avida." Damiano had reappeared with a cup for you.

Ethan stole his cigarette back. "We were just talking about people getting too damn handsy on the dancefloor."

Damiano sat down in front of where your feet were resting on the bench seat. A look of true panic came across his features as he looked between the two of you.

You immediately reached out, patting his shoulder. "No, not you. We were talking about strangers."

"Oh, you were telling her about that time that guy licked your neck?"

"Ew, what?"

"Actually we hadn't gotten to that." Ethan said before shrugging at you. "It's no biggie- he's the one people are always licking."

"Without my…" Clearly trying to make light of this, Damiano sang out the last word of his sentence, making the two syllables sound much longer. "...con-seeent."

You had forgotten about your need for hydration, feeling the heat of frustration rising up within you and you were entirely unable to shrug this off. "Are you serious? What is wrong with people? If I ever see anyone try to do that bullshit- and not just 'cause you're my boyfriends, like, if I saw someone trying to do that to Tom… they'll be meeting the business end of my heaviest pair of boots, I swear." You looked at Ethan, who was wearing a smile on his face. "And you know that I've got some seriously heavy heels. The ones with the bat wings on them, they could break a window and-..."

“A-woo-hoo.” Damiano had gotten back onto his feet. You hadn’t noticed the song that was currently playing, but he was already dancing.

You turned back to Ethan, seeking his response, only to find that he was up on his feet as well. Leaning in close to you to deliver the next line of lyrics as you could only stare at him, mouth open. “Did you wake up with my name on your lips?” Damiano had made his way over to stand behind Ethan, hands on his hips as they both bopped along to the quick beat. “Or am I all alone in this infatuation?”

You didn’t recognise the song, but you were already immensely enjoying it. Ethan bounced from one foot to the other, Damiano appearing over his shoulder as they treated you to this performance. “Uh-huh…” You started laughing when Damiano bobbed down only to spring himself even higher up over one of Ethan’s shoulders. “Oh, yeah…”

Ethan spun around to face Damiano, both of them raising their arms in gradual waves as the build-up to the chorus became evident. “Hu- hu- ah!”

Their energy reached a new level when the beat dropped for the chorus and you were absolutely delighted, as enthralled as when they were playing one of their original songs. They jumped in time with one another, Ethan��s hair flying about as they hit every word.

“Jack-Jack- Jackie!”

You were nodding along to the song, which was making you feel nostalgic for something you had never actually experienced. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched your boyfriends dancing, completely unbothered by anyone else in the bar. Damiano had a flourish for every lyric and Ethan impressed you with some vogue hand choreography, his hands moving in a fluid series of figure eights.

“I woke up thinking it was you…” Ethan sang to you, reaching his arm out, still for the moment and seeming to get into the emotional weight of these lyrics. “But I was all alone in my lonely room…”

This was immediately undercut by Damiano appearing over Ethan’s shoulder, hitting the next vocalisation with so much joy. “A-woo-hoo!”

You were laughing louder again, your sides starting to hurt. Damiano moved over to beside Ethan, with both of them facing you, bouncing from one side to the other. Damiano’s arms were flung out, the two of them completely filling the space in front of you. 

“Jackie, when I lost control in the heat of the night…” Ethan fanned himself rapidly with one hand in time to this lyric. Then he flicked his jacket down and off of his bare shoulders, shimmying them as he tried his best to be smouldering while also laughing, grinning wider than you were used to seeing from him. “Jack-Jack- Jackie, say you- say you feel the same.”

The song swung into a more restrained tempo, indicating the approach of the big finish. Damiano took this moment to climb up onto the table alongside you. But he didn’t simply sit to sing to you, instead he began a crawl on his hands and knees.

“I didn’t know love could feel this good, I never let anyone inside…” You turned around, watching his unashamedly sexual display. He raised himself to his knees, licking his thumb before running it down the centre of his bare chest. “I pushed and I shoved, I fought back the love. But with Jackie- I’ve got nothing to hide…”

He flung himself back, lying his torso out as the note stretched out. You could see the sweat on his skin, could see how rapidly his chest was rising-and-falling from this exertion. You couldn’t help being reminded of how he looked when in the throes of passion.

He was back on his feet in time for the chorus, shuffling his way across the table-top. “Jackie, when I lost control in the heat of the night.” He stomped his boot down in time with the next stuttered cry from the female singer. “Jack-Jack- Jackie.”

“Excuse me, sir, sir?!” A burly and balding security guard had walked over, reaching a hand up to interrupt Damiano from his strut across his makeshift stage. “I need you to get down from there immediately. You are not allowed to walk on the tables.”

You slid your ass off of the table, returning your feet to the ground. You immediately reached up, offering your hands to Damiano to help him avoid any slipping as he got down.

You turned to where Ethan was laughing, his face half-covered behind his hand. “What were we saying about who should be wearing the leash?”

“Leash and a fuckin’ muzzle next time.” He agreed.

“Let me feel my oats.” Damiano defended, the security guard watching the three of you from a distance. He slipped his jacket back on, plucking out a fresh cigarette straight away. “You know that song, right babe? You weren’t singing and I… I’m concerned you don’t know that lesbian classic.”

“I don’t know it, I’ve literally never heard it before.” You said and he gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “But I’m gonna remember it now- now that I know it’s one of the songs that can get you dancing…” You nudged your elbow into Ethan’s side.

He smiled, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I’ll make you a playlist…”

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