#Music That'll make you float

[adoregojo]

1967 ➡︎ isagi.y x reader

IM ALIVE!! YAHOOOOO!! btw i have an exam in a few hours, and here where my sudden passion for writing comes back. anyone enjoy this isagi x reader fic here. btw readers gender is unmentioned.

something was always missing from isagi yoichi's life.

the symbolizes dull blue man remains in his place, examining the disgustingly rich guests passing him with the priceless cologne reeking to his lungs and everywhere making it impossible to ignore and trying to not block his nose holes was a challenge itself.

it was in the fact that he didn't want to be here, the urge to isolate himself eventually loses against his duty. being a man, a soldier who was protecting nothing but the greediest class poor excuse of a human beings.

Isagi would've like to say he was one of hundreds who excepted this job, but he wasn't unfortunately. more like he was pushed into it so his so called comrades could take a free ride out of their job.

he let out a breath, it was just to guard the gate until the show ends, right? he'll just go with the flow for now. like he always does.

half of the shows were ridiculous if you ask him, what was so funny about a man beaming his loathing into dark jokes, isagi could never get the rich humor, not like he ever wanted to. he was sure half of these laughs were focused on and he couldn't find it in himself to even spare a smile.

the other display was a musical performance, a tribute by a group of people spreading imitation melody his ears were abhorrent by. this song was so dusty he couldn't believe that some actually clapped for that. affluent were easy to impress, he guessed.

and for the end and final play was about to begin, and finally he'll be done with this crap and leave this stump of a place. go to the bar and have a drink or two will do that,,

there he could see a somone who was he could guess in is age on the stag peeking nervously behind the curtain, clung to it for your dear life. he couldn't get a good picture out of you nor your face before the show started,,

#1

you took a deep breath in and out, something you do every time to keep yourself at bare minimum of sanity. peeping through wouldn't hurt, but it hits so hard how countless of people were there caused you sudden stomach aches.

the worst part that all of them came out obviously disinterested! not even paring down a glance to the stag you were gonna stand up at in the next six minutes. you were in you twenties and feeling this anxious should've been in the past, well guess old habits die hard.

you told yourself that your were here to give off a show that non of these cheap moneybags that'll never escape one's mind.

even if you felt your soul leaving your body as you step out to everyone's eyes judging from your body to your face and appearance whole, fighting the urge to melt out of humiliation was strong yet you were far capable.

it was now or never.

a dose of confidence washed over you as the music played, it was meant to be a soothing melody that made the audience feel the pure emotion out of every movement you made.

this was your life, to dance. not for others, but for yourself. humans were nothing but just the witnesses to your purpose of existence. this is where you felt alive, closing your eyes to the endless void that grasped you tightly than any other creature could.

guiding the tips of your feet in it meant placement of the dance, where the gravity is losing against you and floating was viable. where no one could tell you what to do with the occult place you rot into.

let them see since that'll be the only thing they can do.

#2

this wasn't like anything isagi saw.

it was not about the music, the audience, it was about the person who managed to take his heart and soul to their performances. every movement made his heart swirling in endless fondness.

he couldn't take his overset eyes off, he couldn't find it in his heart to even blink 'cause if he did so he'll miss it and it'll end before he knows. the depths of his obscure soul felt pure something you only feel when you watch people on the big screen yet it lifted your heart to it.

isagi's mind doesn't process the fact that the melody was long gone and echoing sounds of clapping and cheering were unheard, this is where the world, the universe itself were at a halt.

you raised up from your bowed state. something called, it was begging you to turn around and spare it a glance. and you did unintentionally, there you were meet by the most beautiful set of an eyes adoring you ceaselessly.

you were sweaty and definitely had a few flying out of place locks, but that man tenderly gaze embracing you says otherwise. out of all those people, out of them all he outshined them.

yet the locked eye contact doesn't last, it had to end before you had any chance to talk to him. to even approach him before being dragged out.

#2

well, isagi did end up at the bar he wanted to be in. and it didn't feel this empty before. caressing the glass of hallway wine with his thumb, until he sees his sad reflection on then persuades to hide his face in his arm's elbow. he looked like an old man grieving over his youth. and most of all he felt hopeless.

isagi was mostly selfless, putting others needs over his. but this one time he felt like this is what he needed the most, what his heart yearns for and you were taken away from him in a brief second.

maybe if he wasn't so damn busy memorized he would've managed to move his legs instead of rotting in his place while watching you go.

and what the worst of this all was the so little chance of meeting you again was making him go insane! and above all you were gifted and so, so dazzling and isagi was just.. him. a guy that was way beyond where you stood, just watching you should be a blessing itself.

but that wasn't it, this feeling of deep despair all he wanted was to run back to the stage and look for you. this weirdly strange passionate about someone he just saw was foreign.

all this thinking was making him a madman, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"need a company? looking a bit lonely."

a bit taken aback, isagi's shifted towards the voice. oh, oh. oh fuck, it was you.

he could faint right here and now.

#1

you could faint right here and now.

shit- you couldn't get a grip on approaching the guy, the same guy that you kept thinking about all day living in your head rent free. you were real smooth with your words, weren't?

to be surprise, the man was quite popular. being one of the famous men in his squad, and basically a man of a noble while you were just you, a dancer who travels around the world to achieve your dream.

you figured his name was isagi, isagi yoichi. you burned that name over your head. trying not to call him by his name, to try it out sliding down your mouth. but he would definitely see you as a creep, especially for looking around asking about him.

meeting him again had to be a miracle itself, at first you didn't even want to take a step towards his path. but seeing his drink his sadness away, and deep down you felt if you don't take a step he'll float away forever.

and now he was was sitting there while staring at you aimlessly, did you say something? a bit seconds before he finally spoke. "oh- yeah, i mean sure if y'know, you wanted to. no pressure." isagi stuttered.

you sent him a pleasant smile before taking a seat beside him, as you asked for a cocktail. the heavy feelings of the isagi's eyes pouring on you like he could believe you were actually there. you were glad that the man wasn't drunk yet.

"drinking a lot tonight, huh?" you said, dragging him back out of whatever dreamy place he was in. just then he quickly fixed his posture, it was cute, you thought. he looked like a dork as he cleared his throat.

"i think this is my last one." isagi says, pushing away the glass to get potty over you instead. "um, your performance. it was.. amazing."

"glad you like it, you also did a good job in guarding me." you laughed a bit, it a nervous one since this man words held so much more of a meaning in them you just couldn't handle such words as a little of red creeped into your cheeks.

"psh, it was nothing worth mentioning. i was just standing there while you were, just so breathtaking."

"really?"

"really, really. I couldn't stop staring." isagi cooed, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. his eyes remained away from you as he said these words, he really hoped they sounded genuine as he felt and not come out as a creep. to his surprise he heard you chuckling, and if it wasn't the loveliest thing his ears are hearing.

"you're just so charming aren't you, isagi?" you didn't even realise the name slipping out, it felt so natural like you were the innate one to chime it.

isagi eyes widen, your rhythmical voice flow which captivate his emphasis of a soul over you. this spark swirling around his entrails making his breaths at halt. when did he become such a nervous wreck? yesterday it was isagi history of spurning the slightest hints of getting in a relationship, due for him finding it difficult to let his feelings flow freely. and the missing flicker was now found by someone who spoke his name once, and he couldn't find his heart to stop pounding so rapidly.

"you know my name?" he somehow managed to let out despite the regarding fact the air ran out from his lungs, yet it came out breathlessly.

you rolled your eyes playfully, "you're kind of popular around here so it wasn't so difficult to find out." said you, twirling the straw of your decayed cocktail, you glance back to see the man huffing a small laugh. he utterly and completely handsome with that carefree smile that you felt like a teenager girl with her silly crush.

"and it's, yn. if you were interested." you added.

if he was interested? like hell he is, the man was down on his knees if that meant getting to know you. fuck, he was so interested that he could drain his soul for you to tell him everything you please. but truthfully, putting a name to such a pretty face felt like a piece of puzzle was getting connected to it perfect place.

"interested? i am honoured i must say, miss yn." isagi had no idea he had this kind of sappy side within him, especially when he made you giggle coyly, and all he can feel is his heart racing. what was he? a teenage boy going all giddy with his crush? he blamed you for making him feel this young again, and damn if it didn't feel good to feel this bloom once again.

and before you even realise it, it was time to end this bright moment. peeking at the clock, you had another show tomorrow and it hits you like a rock. isagi had his own magic to make time go by the blue. standing up slowly you faced the face of a confused man, "i must take my leave. i have a show tomorrow night, and it was lovely talking to you isagi yoichi."

part of you felt dumb, the man was probably just lonely and he'll soon forget about by the day. as much as loving you felt next to him, you were no mind reader to see how he truly felt. you wished you weren't so bad with these things, especially when the wave was telling you that the man ahead of you was a man of a name. how could all your confidence wash away with a small tear of thought.

you could feel the disappointment taking over the soldier's face, as if his face was begging you to stay longer even for a brief second. you were gonna give in, but honestly, would he have approached you if the roles were reversed?

you didn't even let the man finish his sentence before walking fast out of the bar, suddenly the air was suffocating and you took a deep breath. and here it was again, the black void sky hinted by the stars with the moon outshining it. a wave of air hits you making you shrivel, perhaps it was the cold, perhaps it was the shallow you felt.

you wished would turn around and see him, running after you. but what did you expect from this, were your standards truly that high? you were a traveler, you shouldn't connect your heart with anyone's. soon you'll be leaving and be left heartbroken just like every other person did.

what now? you were just standing in the middle of a bar, cold and shivering. that was stupid, you should just go home and get drunk to sleep.

"wait! lady yn!"

you falter at the voice of isagi, did he actually came? were you imagining this? turning around, and in fact you weren't imagining a thing. it was actually isagi huffing and puffing for air, he actually ran all the way here, he ran after you. with his hands on his knees. a last breath before he met your eyes, and all you could think was how his eyes could take over the sky itself.

for a while he just stood there awkwardly, like he doesn't even know why he ran here. before he took off his black coat, taking a hesitation steps towards you. gently warping it around your body, the man handled you so steadily like a you were made of glass he could break by any wrong move.

you grip on the warm fabric, it was slightly bigger than you and so, so balmy. it felt like a hug. you glance back at the man who was staring instantly at you, you felt hot under his strange gaze, like he was eating you whole. you couldn't help but shrinking yourself. quickly he jolted back to his usual self, coughing there and there trying to hide his embarrassment.

"it's cold outside, take this to keep you warm." said isagi, avoiding your face with all costs. you nodded your head. trying to calm your raging heart.

you watch as isagi take a final breath, like he finally decided to what to say next. "um, if you like. i could be your guardian at your next show. whatever it is, I'll be there by your side." he spoke firmly, this time he stood bravely. like a boy confessing his feelings.

you don't know why but you found yourself laughing, laughing so hard you had to cover your mouth. this is what you wished for, the one you waited to follow you whatever you go is standing right in there. a one that'll held on to you for the everlasting. your wish to perform with your most loved one by your side was no longer a beyond reach dream but a meant destiny.

"you have to take me out to dinner first, mister isagi yoichi."

you see as a beam draw it way to isagi's face, you spoke the words he couldn't. he took your hand in his gloved once, it was a perception fit, the missing piece of puzzle, pressing his lips lovingly against your cold knuckles, "only if you wouldn't run away this time, miss yn ln." he chuckled.

and here where your life was completed

have a nice day everyone! wish me luck for my exam ;)

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Whiskey Sour | Rhett Abbott X Reader

Word Count: 5,600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, , hand jobs, oral, unprotected sex, edging, begging, afab!reader. ya'll asked, and you shall receive :)

It really shouldn't bother you that Maria is back in town.

It really shouldn't bother you that she's decided to add herself to your little group, innocently settled between you and Rhett as she chatters away about high school events that you weren't here for. You're sure her friends didn't intentionally join just to push you all the way out of the little circle that's formed at the bar. Perry's receiving much of the same treatment, pushed away by a giggling flock of ladies that have taken a new liking to Rhett.

No, it shouldn't bother you.

"Is it just me," Perry says to you, although he makes no effort to lower his voice, "or did we just get kicked out of our own conversation?"

You've been so distracted by keeping the girls out from under your skin that you didn't notice Perry order two double shots from the bartender. But now, he's handing you a small glass, and you're clinking them together in a celebratory, 'fuck this.'

Whatever it is in this glass, tequila, you think, it burns its way down your dry throat like an inferno; not your favorite, but it gets the job done. Anything to avoid facing the intrusive thoughts ebbing at your psyche.

"Pretty sure we did," hailing down the bartender; it's your turn to pick a drink, and you're gonna need something that'll last longer than a shot.

As your bartender whisks off to craft your choice of beverages, the music blaring on the radio comes to an end. For a brief moment, the bar becomes quieter; it's now that you hear what Maria's friend is saying.

"Not to be rude, but Rhett's sex life must be boring as hell now," the blonde giggles, Molly, you think her name is. Her friends just laugh right along with her; you pretend you don't see the wayward glances and hands shielding their lipstick smiles.

So it seems we're being catty tonight.

"Whiskey Sours?" Perry's deep voice is a welcomed change compared to the shrillness on your left. "Haven't had one of these since I first got with Rebecca."

He's quick to pluck the cherry from his drink, gently placing it alongside the one floating in your own glass. Not a fan of cherries, it seems; to each their own.

"Need something that'll distract me for longer than a minute," sipping your drink; there's more lemon than there should be, but you'll take it.

Even the bite of the whiskey cannot tear your thoughts off that comment. You know very well that it's just petty trash talk to hype up their friend, but it's lit a match in the back of your mind. Boring, as in not having a new partner every week, or boring, as in bad sex?

Surely by now, you've got a leg up on the pretty pillow princesses and buckle bunnies that seem to follow Rhett like a bunch of cats in heat. But can you jump up on a ledge that they could never dream of reaching?

Hm.

The gaggle of goslings starts to fuss, and you don't need to tilt your head to know why.

"Hey, darlin'," Rhett's pressing a less into the side of your head, cold nose bumping against you and making you squirm, "what's my baby drinkin' now?"

You hate him for making your heart flutter like that; you really do.

"Whiskey Sour," you say, lifting your glass for him to take; if there's anything you know about Rhett Abbott, it's that he loves trying new drinks, but he's too shy to order anything that doesn't scream "manliest man to ever man."

Maria's saying something, you can hear her voice behind you, but you can't focus on anything but the little grin that etches its way onto Rhett's face when the drink hits his tongue.

"Don't suppose you want the cherry Perry forfeited too?" As if to emphasize your statement, you pick it up, twirling the stem between two fingers.Quiet, Rhett reaches out for it, brows furrowing as he pops it in his mouth.

Just then, Perry's phone lights up with a ding. In the second that it's on, you see that it's Rebecca who's texted him, and whatever the message contains must be quite something because Perry's face changes the second he sees it.

"I—uh, Rhett, do you want mine?" He fumbles to shove it in his pocket, already halfway out of his seat. "I need to...Rebecca needs me home."

...ah.

Rhett doesn't seem to have the same epiphany you've just had, but he's more than content to take Perry's seat and finish off his glass. Perry practically flies out of the bar; you suppose Rebecca must have just sent him a photo of her in the new lingerie set she just got.

Up until now, you'd forgotten about the ruby red lingerie you'd chosen to put on for tonight. At the time, you hadn't expected Rhett to have one of those rides that warrant a few rounds at the bar—you'd really just expected to watch him ride and then surprise him once he'd got back in the truck. It's a cute lace set, but now that you've remembered you're wearing it, you're acutely aware of how uncomfortable it can be.

"Can you watch my drink for me?" You ask him, and you don't need to provide anything else; he's already reaching out for it, covering the top with a protective palm.

"It's safe with me, doll," he sticks his tongue out, proudly revealing a knotted cherry stem. God, he's cute. It almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to do to him.

Almost.

The bathroom is just a single room; you're not sure why a bar this size chose to have it set up like this, but it only plays into your hand. Their poor design choice allows you a little more privacy in front of this mirror.

Hooking your thumb under your shirt and pulling it up, up, up until—alright yeah, maybe you should tilt your hips to the left. Hell, now it's not looking as good in the camera as it does in the reflection.

You almost regret this idea, but as you finally find the right angle to snap your picture, the results are worth all the awkward twisting and turning you've just done. Whoever said taking photos like these is easy was a straight-up liar.

It takes just as long to readjust your clothing, straightening your shirt, and fiddling with the itchy lace that just doesn't want to let you forget that it's there again. The photo should take a while to send; Wabang signal has never been great, to begin with; you probably still have time to finish your drink and get out before Rhett sees it.

Opening the door, you're instantaneously met with the mouth-watering sight of a slack-jawed cowboy walking down the hallway, your whiskey sour still held in his hand.

"Baby doll," haven't heard that nickname in a while, "when did—did you just take that?"

And yet, Rhett doesn't let you answer; as soon as he's close enough, he's crowding you backward, free hand on your hip as he pushes you right back into the bathroom. He's kissing you before your back has even hit the wall, and it's the messiest thing you've ever found yourself wrapped up in.

You don't want to melt into it, but you do. Your mouth opens to his, and you can taste the lingering whiskey and lemon on his tongue as it intertwines with yours.

You're not sure what it is, but something possesses you to reach for his hand, guiding it up under your shirt. You know he's found the answer to his question when he makes a noise against your lips, fingers curling around the lace adorning your chest. Your hips bump together; God, he's already hard.

"You've been wearing this the whole time?" Incredulous, his fingers crawl up under the lace, his thumb swiping over a sensitive nipple.

"Had plans," you offer, gasping against his lips, "your fans forced me to remake them."

Rhett frowns, and based on the way he draws back so suddenly, you know he must be feeling guilty. Your glass settles on the counter with a soft noise, and he's gripping your hips with both hands now, mouth finding its way to the skin under your ear.

"'m sorry, doll," voice gravely as he works his way down your neck, biting lightly at your collarbone. Calloused thumbs hook into the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear.

Oh.

Ever so slowly, he sinks to his knees before you, pulling your garments down in tandem. Good lord isn't that a sight to behold. Rhett Abbott, blinking up at you with those pretty blue eyes as his hand hitches under your left knee, pushing it up until he can hook it over his shoulder. He peppers the inside of your thigh with soft, fleeting kisses, each one closer and closer to the wetness between your legs.

There is no hesitation in giving you what you want, all you have time for is one shaky breath, and he's dragging his tongue between your folds, licking broad, flat stripes into your aching cunt.

"Rhett," you whine, tangling your fingers into his messy hair, still damp from his shower, "fuck."

He moans into you, twirling his tongue along your clit in messy figure eights. You've only told him how to do it once in the past, but fuck, he hasn't forgotten, it seems. He's got you tangled up in an iron grip, keeping your thigh securely over his shoulder while the other hand keeps your hips steady. Absolutely refuses to let you squirm away from his burning hot tongue as it licks rapidly at the little bud he's caught between his lips.

"That feel good?" He asks, voice rumbling into your sensitive cunt, "hm?" And you don't know who's more worked up, you or him.

Your hips twitch at his words, and he moans quietly, some soft little noise that barely reaches your ears. Fuck, you want to hear him make that noise again.

That's a thought you'll have to store for later because right now, there's a coil burning to life in your lower belly, twisting and tightening with every thick, wet stroke of his pink tongue. There's nothing you can do to slow your breathing; stop the way you've started panting into the open air.

You're already close, and you find yourself reaching for the cherry still floating in the remains of your drink, popping it into your mouth in an effort to keep yourself at bay.

"Come on, darlin'," picking up his pace, "cum on my tongue."

The coil snaps, and with a soft whine, your body tenses, cumming on his tongue as it continues to work you. He chuckles into you, lightly licking you through your high until you're squirming away from him.

By the time you catch your breath, he's already risen to his feet, tongue back in your mouth as he kisses you rather roughly. You can taste yourself on him.

"Go pay off your tab," you murmur against his lips, "if you're good, maybe I'll give you what you want when we get home."

The ghost of a pout lingers on his lips as your hand lands on his chest, pushing him back until he can no longer reach your lips. When you pull your shorts back up and don't budge on your decision, he reaches into his pocket, handing over his truck keys, "I'll be there in a minute."

You can't help but notice the severe lack of a cherry stem in your mouth as he disappears back inside. Based on your fleeting scan of the ground below your feet, it hasn't fallen either.

You're almost surprised to find that there isn't a line formed outside the bathroom, surely someone would have come knocking by now, but there isn't a soul in the corridor as the two of you slip out the door. Rhett's walking rather briskly, can't quite meet your eye as you split into separate directions.

Stepping outside brings you a welcome breath of fresh Wyoming air. Crisp with all things autumn and the lightest hint of lingering cigarette smoke, it's heaven, compared to the stuffiness of the bar, overcome with cheap perfume and the sharp bite of booze.

As nice as it is outside, it feels so much nicer once you've climbed into his passenger seat. You decide to be nice and take the liberty of starting the old truck up, turning on the heat. Long gone are the days when you could comfortably sit in here with the windows down. Now, your nose is red from the cold, cheeks threatening to become chapped if you stay out any longer than you have to.

Rhett's better at hiding his desperation than his brother, but there's a lingering agency in his step as he approaches the truck, adjusting himself in his jeans.

"Someone's bothered," you chime the moment he's opened the door.

"Yeah," damn near shuts his foot in the door with his urgency to get going, "that's the fault of the pretty little thing in my passenger seat."

That goddamn cherry stem is in his mouth.

He keeps it there, too. Rolls it back and forth between his teeth as he drives, flips it back and forth with his tongue at the red light. Toying with the prize, he'd so smoothly stolen right from under your tongue. Part of you wonders if he's intentionally showing it off, curling his tongue more than necessary just to remind you of what his mouth can do to you.

Maybe he stole it from you on accident, just like maybe you chose the middle seat by accident, and your hand just so happens to accidentally land on his inner thigh.

"Baby," he warns, but there's no venom to it.

Rhett only ever drives with his left hand on the steering wheel; he could very well reach down and stop your fingers from drawing circles into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, but he doesn't.

He squirms, kicks his hips lower in the seat in a feeble attempt to get your hand over his cock; you'll just let that slip your psyche, fingers remaining fixated on his thigh instead.

Soon enough, he's turning into your street, albeit a bit faster than he probably should. The movement jostles you into him, your hand unintentionally pressing against the hardness between his legs, and the noise that slips out of his mouth is the unholiest thing you've ever heard.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He huffs, and the turn he takes into the driveway is sharp; you're prepared this time, and your hand doesn't repeat the same mistake.

"My hand can take a pretty good guess," it's when the truck comes to a stop that your hand slides up, fingers gently tracing around the bulge in his jeans.

Just from your touch alone, his eyelids shudder, fighting to stay open. Using the palpable outline as a guide, your wandering fingertips are able to find the head of his cock, applying just a bit of pressure as your thumb fiddles with it. Back and forth, you roll him between your index and thumb.

"God, fuck," his forehead hits the steering wheel with a soft thump, "baby, I hope you're not just toying with me."

"Only if you figure out the magic word," taunting in your best sing-song voice, and in one smooth motion, you're sliding across the seat and hopping out of the truck.

Rhett is much slower to get out; you've already walked through the front door by the time you hear his boots hit the ground. Poor guy, you'd almost feel guilty if a cocktail of spite and curiosity weren't coursing through your veins right now.

Your clothes are discarded as soon as you step into the bedroom; you'd make him work to get them off if you weren't so damn tired of this lace itching your skin.

You feel Rhett before you see him, hot breath fanning out against the back of your neck as he looms behind you. The drag of his rough fingers against your sides is delicious, leaving goose bumps in their leisurely wake.

Not desperate enough.

However, as the scruff of that five o'clock shadow brushes against your cheek, thin lips pressing a kiss there, you can feel your willpower fold in half. God, why are you doing this again?

"So pretty," words crooned sweetly into your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe, "this all for me, darlin'?"

Your resolve weakens with each word; he's almost got you in the palm of his hand when the memories of the bar come flooding back. The comments, the giggling, the irritation that coursed through your veins when they'd hijacked your own conversation; like a phoenix, your intentions bubble back to the surface.

Turning, you come to face him, fingertips making quick work of his flannel as you meet his lips. He grunts, and you can practically feel the way his eyebrows raise with his surprise, but he's more than eager to reciprocate the gesture.

You've barely tugged his shirt off when finally, finally, that lace slips from your chest, lands on top of the shirt you've just made quick work of.

"On the bed," carefully disguising your orders with a sweet tone; if he catches on to what you're doing before you've got him at your mercy, he'll turn this into a battle over who can be more dominant, and he's got quite the winning streak.

It seems you've avoided setting off any warning bells because he sits on the bed without a complaint, is so, so pliant when you push him onto his back. Muscles flex under pale skin as he squirms until he's in the center of the bed, reaches out for you when you come up to straddle his hips.

"So pretty," you observe aloud, running your fingers through his hair; his cheeks flush pink, shy eyes averting your gaze.

The alcohol must be working its way into his system pretty well right now because he doesn't fuss like he usually does when you call him pretty. Still just as shy as he always is when you catch him off-guard, but less fussy.

He's so distracted that he doesn't realize you're leaning down to kiss his neck until your lips are on him. "Oh," he gasps, tilting his head to give you better access.

The possessive side of you wants to leave a mark right here, high up on his neck for everyone to see, telling everyone just who he belongs to, but you can still remember how awkward it had been the last time you gave him one.

Hickeys are all fun and games until momma asks where they came from.

So you forfeit his neck in exchange for kissing down his chest. Sucking soft marks into his skin that will disappear come morning, stopping midway to roll your tongue over a pink nipple.

Rhett jolts under you, his nipples have always been particularly sensitive, more so when he's tired, and there's alcohol buzzing through his bloodstream. Selfishly, you repeat the action, rolling the rapidly hardening bud between your lips.

"'t's not—" squirming below you, "you're not supposed to—"

"—not what, Rhett?" Playing innocent as you switch to pay attention to the other one, "hm?"

His argument dies in his throat the moment your teeth pull at his nipple, just enough to illicit a reaction, not enough to hurt, in the exact same fashion he's done to you oh so many times. Soothing your tongue over it, you replace your tongue with your fingertips, opting to roll it back and forth as you return to your original ventures.

He's properly squirming now, hips unable to keep still as your wet tongue trails down the defining line of his abdomen. There's something mesmerizing about it; if you'd known winding him up would get this out of him, you reckon you would have done it sooner.

Finally, you make it down to the waistband of his jeans, and you're already working on getting that bullhide belt off of him. It's tricky enough to work around that oversized buckle, but as soon as you've got it unhitched, it's smooth sailing from there. In a similar manner to what he'd done to you just an hour ago, you hook your fingers under his waistband and pull.

With his legs free of his jeans, It's only appropriate that you pay attention to those plush, milky white thighs of his. They tremble under your wandering fingers; always have been quite sensitive to your touches.

"Ah," whining quietly as your lips find the perfect spot to leave their first mark.

Rhett's thighs bruise quite easily; you already know the soft red mark you've sucked into his skin will blossom into a deep purple come sunrise. You wonder just how long he'll let you keep this up.

"So pretty," whispering praises into his thigh in between marks. You're almost eye level with his cock; hard against his belly. Experimental, you run a palm up the underside of it, and you find yourself mesmerized by how his hips raise with it, chasing your fleeting touch.

"Baby," he warns, but again, there's no bite to it, and he does nothing to stop you from switching to his neglected thigh.

Again, your palm meanders its way up the underside of his cock, swiping your thumb over his leaking slit, "poor baby," you coo, taking your hand off him once more, "is this all for me?"

Rhett refuses to speak, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in an effort to remain silent. What he doesn't say with his mouth, he says with his body instead. If only he knew you could tell exactly what he was holding back verbally, just by the way his hips writhe against the mattress, legs trying their damndest to lock you in.

You take him into your hand, giving him one firm pump; he must think that's the end of your teasing because when you retract your hand once more, he whines high in his throat. 

"What the fuck," he breathes, and when he reaches down to do it himself, you bat his hands away, "why...?"

Someone must not have been paying attention in the truck. 

Nipping at a fresh new bruise you've taken the honor of adding to his rapidly building collection, you repeat your earlier statement, "figure out the magic word."

"'m not fuckin' beggin' for it," bullheaded as always; fortunately, there's a spot at the meet of his thigh that doesn't have a mark on it yet. You offer him no warning, simply leaning in to wet the area with your tongue. 

Rhett swears under his breath, little profanities that get quieter with your movements, tapering off into audible puffs of breath. You're almost amazed to see that cherry stem lingering in his mouth, poking out from between two canines. 

Switching to the other thigh yields better results, especially when you take the liberty of running your thumb along the underside of the head of his cock, tracing back and forth as slowly as you can manage. Friction, touch, but not quite there. 

Not quite what he's craving so badly.

Leaning back, you're finally able to fully take in and admire your handiwork; soft thighs, once completely unmarked now mottled with red splotches, some of which are already darkening. Rhett raises his knee, and you don't need to glance up to know that he's looking too. 

You stroke him once more, and his head falls back onto the pillow. Pause, count to thirty in your head, then repeat. 

"I—" eyebrows furrowing; you stroke him again, flicking your wrist as you do so. 

As convinced as you were that it would crack him, it seems it wasn't enough because he stays quiet. Fine, you'll let him go and recalculate—

"Please."

It's so quiet, so barely there, that you're almost convinced you may be hearing things, but then, "please, I don't—I..." 

On its own, your hand returns to him; using his precum as lubrication, you stroke him properly. The reaction you receive is instant, jaw falling slack, eyelashes fluttering like leaves in the autumn wind. The Rhett you usually receive in bed is quiet, nothing but deep grunts and breathy gasps, but the one in front of you is on the verge of whiny. Soft, barely there noises working their way out of his throat, so close to a proper sound. 

 Abruptly, you tighten your grip, and it's a motion that's always drawn a reaction from him, but you don't expect him to moan so loud. Just as quickly as you'd surprised him, he bites into the side of his palm, muffling the noises that follow. 

"Aw, don't cover your mouth," you're settling back between his legs as you speak, "I like hearing you."

Something about your words causes his cheeks to turn cherry red, and yet, he pries his hand back out of his mouth. There's that cherry stem again.

Your tongue meets the sensitive base of his cock, laving at where it meets his balls until it's so wet that it shines in the dim light. He looks like he's about to start fussing again just as you trace your tongue up a vein, following it until you can swirl around his sensitive head. 

"Fuck," he gasps, fisting the sheets, "p-please, darlin'."

And how can you wait any longer when he asks you so nicely?

Taking a deep breath in, you sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks as you work him into your mouth. Thick fingers take hold of the side of your head, gripping tight but not enough to hurt. You're only about halfway down when his hips twitch, and the head of his cock bumps into the back of your throat. You don't mean to gag around him, but the fluttering of your throat only serves to make him louder for you. 

"God, shit—" Rhett swears, and it's so loud compared to his former murmurings, "baby."

Breathing through your nose, you gather your composure, pushing yourself further down until he's properly working into your throat. It's not a motion you can maintain for more than a few seconds at a time, but lord, does it work wonders on your cowboy. 

Keening high in his throat, Rhett squirms against the sheets; you can't tell if he's trying to wriggle free or get more. The fat head of his cock eases into your throat with every motion, jaw already aching with the effort.

“Feels good,” he babbles, “fuck, that feels so good.”

With every motion, your throat grows more and more numb from the abuse it's receiving; as much as you know it's going to ache in a little bit, you take him even further until the tip of your nose just barely brushes against his belly. 

"'M already close," the words are just barely out of his mouth when you reel back, letting your mouth off him with a soft pop, and he whimpers. 

He's already about to fuss again when you wrap a hand around him, stroking once, twice, and then stopping firm at his base. What words were about to spill off his tongue instead ripples out as an outright sob, echoing throughout the bedroom. It sends heat flushing between your legs; you want to hear that again.

Rhett's hips attempt to draw back and rise into your hand, but you've got a firm grip that doesn't falter. "Please," like a mantra, over and over, “please, darlin', please let me cum.”

It's not your intention to make him cum yet, but your hand strokes up his cock anyway, painfully slow. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Your voice is gravely, so different from how it was just a few minutes ago, "hm?"

At first, all he does is nod his agreement, but then your hand stops, "y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

He gulps, adam's apple bobbing with it, "I want—" his own voice is cut short by a sudden, shaky breath as your hand works him again, "I wanna be your good boy."

Letting go of him for the umpteenth time, you reach down to tug your lace panties off; even so, with your intentions so clear, Rhett starts to fidget. 

"Hold on, hold on," you can't help but giggle at the sight; he's reaching for you, eager fingers wiggling in an attempt to beckon you back to him faster. They settle onto your waist as soon as you're within reaching distance, holding on as you settle into his lap and take him into your hand once more.

You only have it in you to slide him between your folds once, and then you're letting him catch on your entrance. Despite him having laid you down and fucked you on the kitchen counter this morning, you can still feel the delicious stretch of his fat head as it eases into your cunt. 

As soon as your hips come flush together, you waste no time in placing your hands on his chest and drawing yourself back up. His head drags against the soft, spongey spot inside of you, and just the sensation alone is enough to have your entrance fluttering around him. 

"Baby, baby, baby," Rhett babbles, squeezing your hips in his hands, "just like that."

The pace you set is intense, almost brutal as your hips rise and fall on him; it feels like he's forcing the breath out of your lungs with every downward motion. Long gone is Rhett's ability to stay quiet, keening with every move you make, eyes rolling into the back of his head when you clamp down around him.

"I'm gonna cum," he blurts, "baby—ah! I'm gonna cum."

You stop, and he loses it.

"Fuck!" He cries, loud and desperate, "fuck, why-why won't you let me cum?"

Feigning obliviousness, you lean down until your noses are touching, "tie that cherry stem into a knot," those pretty blue eyes widen, "and maybe I'll let you cum."

You grant him just a few more seconds to recompose himself, and then your hips are working again, thighs lifting and dropping at the same pace as before. Your change in angle has rewarded you with the dizzying pleasure of his cock driving directly into that soft spot, a slick noise bouncing off the walls as your cunt takes him.

Rhett's eyebrows are furrowing with his effort to tie that damn cherry stem, but you foil his work by tightening yourself around him, "god, fuck, baby." 

His voice alone sends a wildfire raging in your lower belly, and with one hand, you reach between your bodies, fingertips finding your swollen clit. You're still so, so sensitive from your first orgasm, and all it takes is the fleeting memory of Rhett on his knees and few, well-placed spirals before you're freezing up on top of him. You cum with a soft cry, thighs clamping down on his hips as your body spasms. 

You don't quite remember closing your eyes, you don't think they've been closed for that long, but when they flutter open, you find quite the sight before you. 

"Darlin', please," his voice is weak as he squirms below you. His eyes water with unshed tears, threatening to bubble over with every blink, and he's trembling. "Darlin' darlin' I—"

His jaw shakes as his mouth closes, tongue working, again and again, to tie that damned cherry stem into a knot. 

Just as you pull off of him, his mouth opens, revealing a loosely tied stem. 

"Such a good boy for me," you praise, and your intentions are to lower yourself and suck him off, but he won't let you go. He's babbling something intelligible, pushed so, so far that he can't form his words properly. "Rhett?" 

He keens high in his throat, tries to repeat himself, but you still don't understand, and he still won't let you free of his iron grip.

"Okay, okay," scooting up the bed, you settle next to him, and he's so, so eager to hold you closer. 

Planting your hand on his back, you draw him in until his head is resting on your chest; with your free hand, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock. He jumps at your touch, squirming into it as he continues to babble something you can't make out, but it doesn't sound at all close to your safeword, so you keep stroking him. 

You squeeze him a little tighter, wrist flicking towards the end of each and every stroke, and you can feel him panting into your chest.

"I-I'm," it's the first thing you can understand, stutter punctuated by his hips weakly twitching into your palm. 

"Go ahead," murmuring into his messy hair, "cum for me, Rhett."

His breath hitches, and with a weakened whimper, he cums just as you'd asked, painting your hand and tummy with burning hot semen. You pump him through it until he's relaxing back into you, panting for his breath again.

Wet tears land on your chest, "fuck."

"Rhett?" You're worried—did you push him too far? Was he misremembering his safeword? 

But then he's tilting his head up you, smiling weakly but so, so genuinely up at you, "'m alright," he hiccups, voice rougher than you've ever heard it, "don't think I've ever been so desperate to cum in my life." He laughs at his own words, even more so when you join him. 

The both of you are an absolute wreck, sticky with a gross mixture of sweat, spit, and cum, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're not sure if Rhett will let go of you even if the house were to come burning down. 

"If I buy you another whiskey sour the next time we go to the bar," he says, kissing your skin as he shyly blinks up at you, "can we do that again?"

You think you just might melt. 

"Baby," leaning down to kiss him on the lips, "all you need to do is ask."

The next time you're at the bar, Rhett's so focused on ordering a very specific drink and high tailing it out of there that he doesn't even realize Maria and her friends are standing right next to him.

#rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott #outer range series #outer range amazon #outer range fic #outer range #archive of our own #ao3 oneshot #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #oneshot #requested #x reader #self insert #reader self insert #afab reader #what happened here #yall asked for this

[witchern]

i've seen this question pop up enough times over the past few days that i feel the need to reiterate: you can absolutely join us on the WGA picket line even if you're not a WGA member.

don't have a picket sign? we'll give you one! we've been reusing signs from the past few days and there's always extra to go around. or heck, make and bring your own – whatever floats your boat.

make sure you wear comfortable shoes to walk around in (compression socks aren't a bad idea if you've got them) and wear sunscreen.

there's usually water available, but bring your own bottle just to be on the safe side – you'll get thirsty with all the chanting, trust me.

try not to carry too much extra stuff that'll feel heavier as you walk around. a fanny pack or a small backpack are probably best.

all the pickets scheduled for the next week or so are estimated to last about 3 hours, but please don't feel pressured to stay the whole time. show up late, leave early, you do you – we're just thrilled you're there!

i know it'll sound weird to say, but have fun too! there's food, music, and laughter on the picket line. yeah, it sucks that we have to go on strike to begin with, but we've been able to take a shitty situation and turn it into a good time. after all, coming up with creative solutions are what creators do best.

check out the upcoming picket schedule for LA and NYC and join us if you can! we'll see you there 👋

#wga strike #wga strong #do the write thing #i guess i'm a strike blog now alksjdfha

[lostmyshadesanon]

Chronic Fatigue!Reader x Obey Me! Brothers

Just a darling that suffers from chronic fatigue. (Am I projecting. Yes. Stay with me though.)

Leaning against Lucifer's door to knock before stumbling in, slinking under his desk, and ignoring his words of concern. Bracketing yourself between his legs to rest your head against his thighs already drifting off while he slides a hand over your scalp massaging it as whispers of cursed music drifts through the air.

Assuring yourself you'll only rest a moment before being jolted awake at Mammon's loud call glancing at your phone and over ten minutes had zipped by while you phased out of existence. Wobbly standing up to shuffle over to your "first man" before almost collapsing into his lap. Caging him in with your entire body, ignoring his sputtering cries of denial, already drifting off and only interested in the tentative arms wrapping around your waist.

Ears buzzing as you desperately tried to keep up with the characters and screen through the cotton that seemed stuck in your head. Your eyes start to glaze over as your vision blurred even while squinting trying desperately to keep up with the conversation. The throb of a migraine creeping in convinces you to crawl over to the Lord of Shadow curling around his back, and resting your head on his shoulder. Leviathan jolted forward almost as if to escape only after you continued to cling to him even with his protests did you feel a cool hand press gently against your forehead. Pressing into his palm you let yourself start to float off when you feel a prehensile tail curl around your waist to make sure you were kept secure and safe.

You were desperately trying to stay awake. Satan had been so excited to tell you about the plot of the newest book he read, and here you were falling asleep every few seconds. Jerking your head back up and giving it a shake trying to drag any energy you can find to keep your eyes open. Your fight had not gone unotices by your companion, annoyed at first, but then touched when you were struggling so much for him. Carefully tugging you down on the sofa beside him till your head rested in his lap. He only laughed at how quickly you succumbed to rest. A soft smile at the trust and safety you must feel to sleep so soundly near the incarnation of wrath.

You were with Asmodeus at a shoot when they called for you from across the shoot. You'd been unfocused phasing out of reality squestersd away in a chair for guests. You jolted up only to collapse ungracefully back down. The rush of blood moving around your body leaving you dizzy and weak. A surprised shout followed your collapse before strawberry blond locks and frantic eyes came into focus. You tried to wave away their concern since you were at a shoot, but Asmo brushed it off stating they needed a break anyway. Soon enough your head was leaning against their shoulder deep asleep. Asmo cooed softly trying their best to contain their squeals. Slowly and carefully they took a selfie with your sleeping form and smiled warmly down at it.

Yawning all day trying to just get from one task to the other and promising yourself that once you got one more task done you can nap. You know you should eat but that'll delay your nap, and your stomach doesn't feel so good... Concerned eyes followed you all day growing more soft and worried with every yawn, and starting to become frantic after each denied snack and poorly covered stomach rumble. Beelzebub knew it was inevitable when you finally collapsed, but thankfully he was watching you closely to catch you with time to spare and bundle you up into his arms. Beel could only smile, while humming a lullaby he'd sing for Belphie, when he felt you burrow closer to his chest. He'd need to look into some recipes that were rich in nutrients but light.

You needed to stay away from Belphegor. You succumbed to his sin too often either willingly or not. Days spent sleeping ten or more hours only to get up feeling achy and exhausted, but desperate to get more sleep, and being in the presence of the sin seemed to amplify it all the more. The thoughts tumbled through your waking mind as you swam up from unconscious starting to flex your numb fingers in preparation to try and move your leaden limbs. You felt warm lips brush against your ear in a soft kiss before stretching out into a smile. A soft soothing voice whispering for you to go back to sleep...just for a little longer. Warm hands pulling you close into a comforting embrace, and more coaxing words dragging you back into the land of dreams ignorant of the smile tucked above your head with a few to many teeth for true comfort.

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #gn reader

[lost-girl-2021]

Spider Playlist Explanation

I saw that some people checked out my Spider Socorro playlist! I really like music and every time I make a new book or fic, I make a playlist for either the main character or the book in general. So, here are some lyrics that kind of explain the songs I chose, if anyone's interested. :)

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers

"Close my eyes, fantasize, three clicks and I'm home"

"I'll find a new place to be from . . . to float around and ghost my friends . . . I turned around, there was nothing there. Yeah, I guess the end is here."

Handgun - Jake Minch

"Who gives a kid a handgun? Who gives a kid to a mom who doesn't want one?"

"Who never taught him enough is enough is enough?"

"Learned the worst part of growing up is learning how young you are."

Heavenly Side - ILLENIUM (ft. Matt Maeson)

"I've got a taste for failure, I find it in everything."

"I know that I'm the problem, I know that I'm to blame. But, I hear the heart inside you and it's calling out my name."

"Don't you let go, I've found my soul."

Blue Healer - Birdtalker

"Enter sadness, with you rainboots in blue. Since I can remember, I've been running from you."

"And now I stand tall, used to think my sorrow was a brick wall. Made me want to curl up in a tight ball, self-pity dealer. But, there's a gate here, you can only find it if you wait here, and now I'm walking through it with my gaze clear, me and the blue healer."

Please Don't Go - Wyatt Flores

"You're screaming at me, you can't take it anymore. I try and hold you, you just push me away. This ain't nothing new, cause we just did this yesterday."

Lonely As You - Matt Maseon

"I never really noticed where I could go. And I can't take anymore, so I walk out the door to my doom. And I might end up alone, but I won't be as lonely as you."

Stick Season - Noah Kahan

"I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face."

"Saw you mom, she forgot that I existed."

"And I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose. Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes. And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do."

Waiting On a War - Foo Fighters

"Never really wanted to be number one. Just wanted to love everyone. Is there more to this than that? More to this, more to this than just waiting on a war? Every day waiting for the sky to fall."

"Just a boy with nowhere left to go."

#avatar twow #atwow #atwow fanfiction #days into decades #avatar #atwow spider #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #spider

[endys]

SEPTEMBER DEVLOG - Kit roadmap, summer knights and fairy tales

It's hard to believe chapter 3 of Kit released back in May. When I started developing Kit into a visual novel, I'd planned for it to only have four chapters and one character route... Now, it's looking to be about eight chapters long with four character routes--a lot more than initially planned, to say the least!

While daunting, I'm happy and excited to turn this story into the best version I can make it, and to give every character-including Kit-the depth they didn't have in the original outline. Kit is near and dear to me; it's a love letter to the wonderfully spooky world of Gothic literature, while also drawing from my personal experiences and feelings. Even if nobody else ever read or played Kit, writing it would still have value to me...

...But if you're reading this, chances are you have played Kit's demo, and thank you, once again, for giving your time to this game and story!

I mentioned last time that I was working on Anja's theme; I don't want to show it outside of the context of the scene it appears in, but I can share the introduction...

(You might hear the musical allusions in this piece, or glean them from the title...)

(I'll definitely do a devlog post just to go over the soundtrack, composition and recording process, but that'll be another day.)

So what's the plan for Kit's development?

It's roughly looking like this:

Draft out the full story, routes and endings (80k-100k words as a rough estimate)

Draw or update the character portraits into full sprites (no more floating torsos, alas) and update the UI

Release an updated demo that includes the beginning of each character's route (i.e. part or all of chapter 4) on both itch and steam

Figure out a proper title because just "Kit" is virtually ungoogleable (and Kit in the Cellar sounds like Kid in the Cellar...)

???

Finish the game

This timeline means that Kit won't have any publicly playable updates until well into 2024, and a full release even further off. I apologise to those who were looking forward to more-I hope that you'll stick around and find the wait worth it!

You won't have to wait too long for more Mistwalker stories, however...

Onto game jams and side projects!

Once upon a time Jam

Some of you may have seen this teaser already for the short point-and-click style VN I'm making. This is a standalone story, set in the same universe as Kit.

You awaken within a suit of armour, countless years after your death, in a castle lost to time and snow. 

Who were you? What happened to the castle and its inhabitants? Why was your spirit unable to pass on?

...And what drew you to not just a suit of armour, but this one?

Chapter one of my yet untitled knight game is already almost fully coded. I'll be releasing the demo this fall for Once Upon A Time VN Jam, along with a micro VN (4-5k words) loosely themed around Little Red Riding Hood!

Thanks for joining me on this update-I know it was a long one. As always, take care!

#eli's devlog #kit in the cellar #kit #music #vn dev

[angel-inked]

When they listen to music

Where words fail, music speaks 🎶

*This took longer to write than I expected 😅, but enjoy*

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3AM.

There's something therapeutic about the wee hours of the morning. It's like listening to music in a dark room at midnight. Feeling like you're the only person awake in the world, like everything is at a standstill. Tommy has been roaming the streets of Pittsburgh since 3AM, with his army green massager bag slung over his shoulder. The insomnia didn't help.

He figured the cause of it to probably be paranoia, whether it came from his time in Iraq or from Paddy's alcohol fueled mood swings was hard to say. That's how he got that split his eyebrow. Shortly after he turned sixteen, he was minding his own business when Paddy whipped around and punched him. He remembers waking up in a hospital bed to the sound of his mother's crying. That was the first and last time one of Paddy's beatings sent somebody to the emergency room. Tommy fled with his mom soon thereafter.

His dad's wedding ring was what cut into him, he figured, stitchs cause the bleeding wouldn't stop. He scratched at the scar, hell, just thinking about it, made it itch. Pressing the volume rocker on his phone to turn the music in his headphones up a notch, a vague attempt to take his mind off of his father. He had a vice of keeping his headphones in, even if he was being spoken to. Heh, mom always told him off for that...

It relaxed him.. to a degree. Sitting on a bench, staring out at the water of the Allegheny River, no one around, music in his ears. The sun was just barely on the horizon. People would be flooding the streets soon, and thus, his serenity would be ruined, but for now, he was peaceful.

Let's dance!!!

"So, what culinary delights will tickle the pickle tonight?" Eddie Brock asked into what looked like an empty apartment, and got no answer, except a dark snicker in the back of his head, in a voice that wasn't his own. "Not like that, you perverted para-" Venom forced Eddie's mouth shut, producing inky black tendrils from Eddie's back to help rifle through the kitchen cupboards.

Eddie sighed, realizing he'd have to go grocery shopping soon. "What is this?" The symbiote asked, holding a box in front of their host. "Mac and cheese," Eddie answered, "that'll do." He added, reaching over to turn on the radio before he began searching for a pot to boil water in. Not the end of the world by Katy Perry came on, and Eddie started to sing along to it.

"It's not the end of the world, no, not the end of the world. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope"

Venom materialized their head, floating just behind Eddie, turning on the stove top with helpful tentacles.

"A fortune teller told me the power's in your mind. You might see a cliff, but I see a way to fly. Flipping off the flop, now I just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the world. Yeah, I just enjoy the ride"

Eddie continued his singing as he hauled himself up on the edge of the counter to wait for the water, swinging his legs back and forth to amuse himself. Venom bobbed their head to the beat and swayed their tentacles to the rhythm.

"You can make a wish even on a satellite, on a plastic lash or anything you like! You can tame a dragon if you're not afraid to fight, not afraid to fight, no, not afraid"

Eddie smiled, hopping off the counter and into a full body spin as he joined Venom's spur of the moment dance.

"It's no funeral we're attending, actually, just the beginning. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope!"

As the song faded out, Eddie and Venom shared a laugh. Suddenly, the pair of unlikely partners heard a hissing sound, "Oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, rushing over to the stove as the water boiled over. Immediately regretting his decision to grab the pot lid without a potholder. "Ow!" He yelped, thankful Vemon was in a good mood today as the burning sensation dissipated quickly. Vemon adjusted the lid before looking down at Eddie's crumpled position on the floor, leaning back against the floor level cupboards, "idiot." Vemon's voice rumbled.

Eddie scoffed, "Yeah, you could say that again!".

Opera debacle

"Yeah, but opera's not fuckin' singin' is it!" Alfie exclaimed. Your husband has been rattling on for.. You're not actually sure, a couple hours at least, and Tommy Shelby looks about done with him. Then again, when is he not?

"It's not singing. It is the sound that people make before words." Alfie sounds like he's arguing with someone, but he's the only one speaking. Lizzie Shelby looked at you from her chair, confusion etched into her features. You were surprised when Tommy showed up with his wife on his arm, him claiming that she wished to meet you in person, not that you had any qualms about her. It just wasn't often Tommy was accompanied by anyone other than his brothers.

Lizzie hadn't met Alfie until now, probably for good reason, if you asked Tommy. Judging by that look she was giving you over her cuppa, this was not what she expected. You leaned toward her, "Let him go," you whispered, "he'll run out of puff or get to whatever Tommy came for sooner or later." You smiled quietly. Tommy, on the other hand, quietly smoked his cigarette on the couch as he waited for Alfie to get to the actual point of the meeting.

"I always knew opera was just a bunch of fat people fucking shouting!" Alfie exclaimed, pulling the needle off the record and effectively silencing the gramophone. He moved to one side of the room, glaring at the floor. Finally, he went back to his seat.

Groaning as he sat down, resting his chin on a closed fist for a moment, "Bah!" He griped, waving off nobody. "Are you done, dear?" You asked, beginning to think maybe you should have let your spouse wake up naturally instead of waking him up yourself, considering how grumpy he's been since then. Alfie stared at you, scrunching up his face with a soft grumble.

"Am I done? Done with fuckin' what?" He questioned, throwing his hands up in confusion.

Songbird.

Garden trowel in hand, you covered the last of the seeds you had in hand with earth. You crossed your ankles for support as you straightened and popped your back, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling as tiredness set in. You and your fiancé had been planting all day, "you alright love?" Farrier asked, kissing the top of your head before kneeling next to you.

"Just tired," you smiled, "lot of work this, but it's worth it.". "Aye," Farrier agreed, finishing off his cigarette. A smirk appeared on his face, "I know how to make this more fun." He explained. "How?" You asked, slightly concerned about what he had in mind. "singing," he suggested. "Sing what?" You giggled. "Dunno." He smiled back at you.

Farrier stood, making his way over to the water tap, connecting the hose. You heard him start singing lowly to himself, something in french that you couldn't understand. "Is that a war song?" You questioned with a smile on your face. "In a way, more for ceremonies and the like." He explained. Farrier continued his song, like a songbird sat on the windowsill early in the morning, soaking in the golden rays of the sun and singing its juaty toon given way to dawn. You were more than content to lose yourself in the sound of the voice of your loved one.

Rock n' Roll

Forrest had always been the odd man out when it came to music taste. Howard and Jack just about always had bluegrass or country on the radio, Howard even listened to swing when the urge struck him. Sure, Forrest is not really a jazz man, and he liked bluegrass and country well enough. It's what he was raised on after all, but rock ballads are more his speed and occasionally some classical.

Slow and rhythmic, in a word, relaxing. Forrest didn't often give the old record player in his office the time of day, but when he did, like right now, it's probably best off you leave him alone. As this usually meant it had been a hard day, and he had no interest in being bothered, as Howard and Jack found out the hard way, as usual.

That was probably why Howard was currently standing in front of you in the small, dimly lit hallway. Giving you a very puzzled look with his somewhat brushy eyebrows looking like they were desperate to touch each other. "Where are you goin'?" He asked, eyeing the pair of iced glasses, bottle of bourbon, and the book you were holding. "Forrest' office." You replied simply, trying to sidestep past the eldest brother. Howard stepped in front of you, his tall 6'1" figure looming over you.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door his previously mentioned younger brother was behind, "I'm not so sure that's the best place to be headed right now." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "He's expecting me, now move out of the way!" You grumbled, slightly annoyed with him. You were tired and It's been a long day for everyone, but luckily for Howard, you have a bit more patience than Forrest does.

Howard finally allowed you to pass and disappeared into the barroom. You pushed open the door, Forrest looked up at you as you shut the door behind you. You sat one of the icey glasses down in front of him, pouring the bourbon you knew to be a favorite of his. "Thank you." Forrest mumbled, turning back to his ledger. "You're welcome." You smiled, filling your own glass before sitting down across from Forrest and opening your book.

The slow rock and roll pumping out of the record player was the only source of sound in the room as Forrest continued his work, and you enjoyed your book and drink. The both of you quietly enjoying each other's company after a hard day's work, with some lovely music in the background that you both enjoy.

#when they listen to music #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #farrier dunkirk #forrest bondurant fic #tom hardy #hope you enjoy #Farrier's is a little bit shorter 😅 but it turned out nice #Forrest and his s/o relaxing after a long day and enjoying their sheared taste in music is 🤌

[elkarctic]

Christmas with Class 1-A

Before you read: I've done some research after posting this and figured out that if this was real, it would most likely be very, VERY inaccurate to a traditional Japanese Christmas.. whoops. I'll most likely rewrite this with my newly found knowledge in mind. But, if you prefer the more western type christmas; this version is for you! Sorry for not doing my homework on this topic earlier. Now onto the writing!!

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The bakusquad, AKA Kirishima, Mina, Sero and Denki are probably somewhere trying to get Bakugou to match Christmas outfits with them. They're particularly persistent this year.

Uraraka is floating Christmas decorations onto the tree with the help of Izuku's artistic help and advice on what should go where.

Tsuyu is accompanying Uraraka and Deku and giving her opinion on the tree. She's quite helpful.

Sweet Todoroki is watching the tree get decorated, along with admiring the rest of the decorations. Occasionally, he'll give some input on the tree, too.

Ojiro and Shoji are helping Uraraka with the more challenging parts to reach of the tree.

Momo is sorting out gift lists and event ideas with Iida. There is plenty to be planned!

Jirou is sorting out the music, of course. She's got all the best picks to set the mood.

Aoyama is going crazy on tinsel and lights, because Christmas simply isn't Christmas without some sparkle.

Meanwhile, Kouda and Satou are preparing some sweet treats for the class in the kitchen. I'm sure Satou makes a killer gingerbread!

Hagakure and Tokoyami are talking about their Christmas plans together, waiting on something more important to do.

Oh, where's Mineta? I don't know. Nobody likes Mineta, so I assumed you didn't want to know about him. Maybe we'll know where he is next year. Sorry not sorry.

Woo! First Post. Interesting start honestly. This probably isn't great, but I think it's very cute and that's good enough for me! Also, I tried my best to fit everyone in, so if I forgot anyone let me know 🙃

No, I don't care that its still November. I am very excited for Christmas. By the way, what's the lack of my hero academia Christmas content on here about? Unless I haven't seen it.. that'll be embarrassing.

Anyways, expect some reader x MHA Christmas headcanons in the future.

This is my first time posting stuff like this so 😀 let's hope I'm not too cringe.

Btw, I spent like 10 minutes on the divider thing because I couldn't find any I liked premade quickly enough so I had to improvise. It'll do until I get a grip on this tumblr thing.

#mha fanfiction #my hero academia #christmas #mha fluff #mha headcanons #izuku x ochako #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fluff #tokoyami fukimage #shoji headcanons #koji kouda #mha ochaco #bnha uraraka #my hero academia iida #tenya lida #shoto todoroki #momo yaoyozoru #hiroko hagakure #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #sero hanta #my hero academia jirou #class 1 a headcanons #headcanons

[iffylogic]

I should pick up A Realm Reborn again. Yes! I will do this.

I haven't talked about the game much and it's killing me, I know no one'll probably read this but I need to go off, I have so many thoughts

I was level 50 when I last left off, just about to battle a Big Fighty Boi the Garleans uncovered. It has very "season finale" feel to it.

(I cheated and have been watching an online playthrough about halfwayish into Heavensward, but I still want to continue properly!)

WOL

I have a pathological need to keep my characters thematically consistent, so Carmine's gone from conjurer to white mage and I can't make myself try anything new. XD (It's pathological because I don't really enjoy playing white mage therefore this is self-harm klhfvjasdjklfhjasd)

I'm thinking once I finish this msq I'll start a Fyo playthrough that I'll actually see through into the expansions. She's a lot more flexible. She's also a punchygun person so I guess pugilist/monk and then gunbreaker later 🤔 but she DOES dabble in magics! So who knows 💃🥋

I can't put a self-insert in there because Yda already exists oTL

(not in looks lol)

GAME THOUGH!

It's so pretty and big and hilarious. My favorite quest so far has been the white mage one where I have to go all over the world finding relics to pray at. I was underleveled at the time and hadn't explored enough, so I was seeing lots of new interesting areas (and new routes to and from old areas) while running like hell from superior enemies in a panic. Seriously loved it. XD

I'm a person who gets really excited when I see new things. I love new scenery, new characters, new everything. So this game's been a constant joy and I'm frequently beside myself. I play in the name of joyous wonder, dang it. And this game delivers it with gusto. ⭐

I actually really enjoy traveling in games like this, it was almost sad when I got the hang of aether teleporting. I mean I understand but yeah I like to hoof it lol. And I still can! And it's fun!

I'm very predictable because my favorite character so far is Admiral Merlwyb. Tall person with guns and I could listen to nautical metaphors from her all day.

not kidding about her voice - a specific banquet scene happened, I was freaking out for plot reasons, then she blurted out "Seven Hells!" and I was like "thank you, I feel a little better now" XD

Favorite main cast character is probably Tataru and I am incapable of explaining why, but I love all the scions so far. I'm betting we'll get more eventually, so that'll be fun :D

The Garleans are ridiculously one-dimensional villains so far and it's kind of amazing. RE5 Wesker is my fave game villain, I eat that cheese up. Out of curiosity, I googled it and even their capital city is going out of its way to look as evil as possible. 10/10, will go on vacation there next summer

Ascians are over the top too of course, but they have a cult vibe, therefore being over-the-top is just sort of expected

oh yeah

GRANT US SUCCOR IN OUR HOUR OF N E E E E D

I know all the voices get better in the expansions (most of the main cast I already like but I get why people say this), but I'm going to miss the background-character voice acting in Realm Reborn holy shit lol

The soundtrack's alright so far (I know that gets better later as well). Kinda wish they had more than one "troubling/suspicious thing is happening" track, though. Is... is that still going to be there by Endwalker? XD

I'm crazy for the bagpipe floating island music and all the Alexander tunes 💃🎵

oh and Revenant's Toll! Arriving there was amazing. At the time, I was (again) under-leveled and was going deeper and deeper into unwelcome territory, far from help and civilization, then suddenly I'm in the middle of this remote town with pumping adventurer music and the locals are like "hey, you made it this far! Welcome to a town made by badasses, for badasses" and I'm like 🤩

SOCIAL...NESS

I need more friends to play with, I'm too shy. (I lost ALL of my momentum wanting to be social after that hell-job last year. I never quite got my spark back. 😔)

So um... what's the best way to find more people? Friendly laid-back people?

I'm obviously "Iffy Logic" on there if you wanna add me! Unless you need to search by character, in which case look for Carmine Pentella? On.... Cactuar?

Unless I'm playing Fyo. I uh... I don't know what her last name is yet. In the story she's from, family names aren't a thing. errr...

Also I notice a lot of the game's story stuff you HAVE to play alone? That's... kinda messed up, isn't it? Especially non-dungeon/raid cutscenes. You play together and one person just sorta stands around awkwardly while the other watches the story, and reacting is weird because they can't see what's happening.

Like... it feels like I'm going to a friend's house to watch a show with a friend, but then we have to be in separate rooms when I get there. Seems unfortunate.

it'd help if I could make myself play dungeons with other people. I'm too afraid I'll mess up and get yelled at. oTL

PFFFF

If you read this far, I'm both impressed and very sorry

how did you get here without a machete and safari hat

#Iffy rants and raves #this is long unedited and unhinged I'm just blabbing #miraculously mostly spoiler-free #tldr: love game- too shy to enjoy properly #Final Fantasy XIV

[xelasrecords]

I'm here with HCs about you, yes you 🌟 star of my life !! 🌸 Better get comfy because I don't know when to stfu ??

100% best advice giver. Like I'm thinking I'm a hysterical, blubbering mess about something trivial and you'd be like bitch calm down come here have some wine (affectionate)

In my head you look like your PFP. Which is kinda like well duh, what a stupid HC Lola, BUT I mean it in the sense that I just know you're effortlessly graceful and have a really good fashion sense. You have that aura about you, like people wanna get to know to you. Also let me borrow your clothes and while you're at it can you give me a mini makeover in your style pls thanks

You have crazy good memory for the things people say and their likes and dislikes.

Which means you an 🌟amazing🌟 gift giver.

You are a perfectionist, which I mean in the nicest WAY. But basically if you do something that'll have your name on it, you make sure it's to your standard.

I feel like you're really gifted at something musical?? I could be totally wrong but maaaybe singing or playing the piano or something like that.

You are really quick-witted. That's not even a HC really, I mean it's just basic observation but I'm saying it anyway. The way you write such top tier bantering dialogue in your fics means there is no other reality but you being so hilarious without even needing to try 😚

I really need to learn how to write short sentences don't I? Yours and Faye's HCs were so succinct and mine are like the most confusing essays known to man okay I'm going now love u sm 💕

Wow an express delivery ask instead of the 5 business days that you had warned about! And you nailed most of them on the head too??? Shocked.

I don't know about being a great advice giver but I've been in that situation with my friends before LOL I like to be there for my friends as they talk out their problems and validate their concerns and occasionally point out when something is wrong.

That's a high praise thank you Lola! It's really weird that my friend just randomly told me the same thing about my mannerism. I never noticed it before, but I think it's because I feel the most comfortable when I'm composed and over time it becomes second nature. And we should totally try swapping styles because I like yours too!

I wouldn't say I remember EVERYTHING but with my ex, I used to keep a note full of things that he liked, tidbits like his shoe size and his parents' birthdays so I don't forget to send gifts etc. Now I still have an ongoing list for my best friends and family. I just really love lists. They are very helpful.

You're so right on the perfectionist bit. Being a chronic perfectionist used to literally ruin my life, but now it's on a healthy level (as in I don't beat myself up for not being good enough or hyperfixate on a small detail while the big picture is tumbling down). With my fics, I always have to give my 100%. It would bother me knowing if I could've done better but I didn't.

How did you guess this one omg?? I'm NOT musically gifted, but my childhood consisted of a lot of singing and piano lessons which I enjoyed, so the techniques are still floating somewhere in my head. I haven't played the piano in years (I wonder if the muscle memory is still there?) but I love to sing when I'm doing my stuff.

I'm glad you find me and my fics entertaining ;)

Also, don't you think this rambling thing is part of your charm? You're very affable and lovely to chat with and I never thought of you as annoying. You're always welcome to ramble away!

#why are these so detailed ily #xela answers

[skiddo-xy]

TOTK TRAILER #3 OBSERVATIONS+TAKEAWAYS

much to unpack. in the order that they appear in the video btw.

enemies fighting each other. wonder if that'll actually make it in game. unless the one on the right is a non-hositle npc.

aw they're chopping up wood

link is flying HEAD-FIRST....unmatched bravery (and also aerodynamics??? the ease he goes from head-first to stomach-first to paragliding is commendable)

that one geolyph looks like half of the snake in the logo HMMM

MAIN THEME AGAIN!!!! WE ARE GTETTING A MORE TRADITIONAL GAME!!!

there is light coming out of the ground.

cute little storm cloud i bet that's for a daily/weekly/whatever-loy event

is that the dye shop looking fancier???

millitary camp also hyrule castle town is not restored yet :(

that vertical stone donut in kakariko village was DEFINITELY not there before okay so some zonai stuff went straight down to the ground and some stayed in the air was it like precipitation except they all froze midair???

what is that hurricane please tell me that's a mountain

castle emerging in gerudo ohohoh

his hair looks like candy worms you get for hallowe'en

zelda's sheikah slate glows as she's falling?

that loooks liek a hot dungeon link is going through

SANDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! except it's flying

floating water you can stay inside that also looks like an eyeball aw

link is getting past lasers is he breaking in somewhere to steal?

those eyeballs from before look like they're in a gumball machine what

IS THERE A NEW MAZE??? low-key didn't like the mazes from botw or uh my bad "labyrinths" but i hope this one is nice (except i LOVED how it was beneath that one maze with the guardians and all)

that is a long spear. also zonai i think.

are those bokoblins wearing zonai helms?

the farmers are fighting too???

love the mysterious music

who is that again? was that the one zelda thing in that fanart

the flowers are so pretty

OH??? SOMETHING IS EMERGING from a wall that can't be good

okay so link still has his champion's tunic that's good

the castle is so pretty!!!

what temple needs those gears and who is that

so there was that one fanart with zelda like that but then who was that other person we saw earlier i'm sooo confused

huge earrings

the bird is like a loftwing and i like that

the orb with a hole in it also reminds me of skyward sword

now THESE are boss fights!!!! more traditional zelda game <3 <3 <3

i dod not have the reflexes to use that stasis thing fast enough.

rocket lol p.s tell me those monsters did not overtake lurelin village.

low gravity is so cute

did link attatch a red rupee to that arrow. form looks a little off but anywasy lol

that laser thing looks srious business

SNOW MONSTER!!! UH OH!!!

that thing in zelda's hand looks like that amber from skyward sword must be reeeeeeally old

that lynel must look older

oh so that poisoning or whatever was caused by ganon

not surprised that ganondorf is here because i saw him on an instagram post from the nintendo account but anyways he sort of looks like wind waker/twilight princess ganondorf doesn't he

two piercings in each ear side by side! fashion icon

who is THAT i'm losing track

riju!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fighting with sidon i see i see ok ok

link's facial expression...i've never quite seen it

THREE HEADED DRAGON AREW YOU SERIOUS

was zelda kidnapped? why is she up there? WHY IS SHE LOOKING AT THE SKY WHEN SHE SAYS LINK DOES HE...

#totk #loz totk #totk spoilers #long post #loz

[neutrallyobsessed]

No me vi jojos y no entiendo eso de que los remolcadores sigue siendo conscientes (y parecidos a sus conductores)

Solo entendí que si me encuentro en medio de Human!Bluenose y Tug!Bluenose voy a empezar a llorar mientras me critican hasta los pecados a gritos

sisi jeje creo que ya es tiempo de explicar eso~~

pero lo voy a traducir/responder en ingles asi los gringos lo entienden... supongo que vos ya sabes ingles o si no ahi esta el google xdd

_________

"I didn't watch jojo and I don't get that of the tugboats still being conscious (along with their humans/conductors)

I only understood that if I ever find myself between Human!Bluenose and Tug!Bluenose I'll be crying while they scream/critize all of me and my sins"

yeah xd, I guess it's time to explain all of that~

ejemjemejem

'Cause you see, in Jojo's Bizarre Adventures:

(Part 3 onwards) there are these things called 'Stands', that basically are the soul/fighting spirit of whomever posses it and let me tell ya, a Stand can have any form, have any ability, have varying degrees of sentiability and anyone with strong enough willpower can have one...

For instance

This is Strength, and as far as we know... this is just a regular ship. It looks like a ship, it floats like a ship, it goes places through the sea like a ship... it's just a ship. BUT this is actually a Stand, and it user, Forever the orangutan (not relevant), can go through its walls and basically manipulate its interior; everything that is in the ship

And that is what the tugboats (and any other sentient vehicle in the show) are, the Stands of the humans in this AU~

Why Tho?

I like jojo.

Ok, the thing is that I really like them boats, and I really like the humanized versions I made for them and... and I kinda wanted them to exist at the same time......... and this is how I can make it happen

There are Stands that are sentient and can converse with their users, so the thing i wanted the most is covered. Stand users attract each other, so it's perfectly reasonable for anyone with a boat-type stand to meet at harbours by the sea or river + the magic of stands or something. I also like the names they all have and I don't want to change them, and in Jojo, a lot of characters have very wacky names so I can get away with keeping them :3. Though I realize that it might be a bit inconvient but that way of putting "human!/tug!" before the name is a perfectly fine to differentiate them so whatever

The tl;dr being that if I like the characters, why not have two of them~? Couldn't that be great? :D

...........................maybe not in this case xd, but everyone else it'd be great! :D

I've remembered that I also wanted to the tugs to be mind-controlled, since if I ever make an animatic recreating a scene where the tugboats are used, I feel like it'd be kinda weird if the characters had to go back to the wheelhouse to operate the ship as it should, especially if they are still speaking to each other, like it couldn't be realistic.

So I threw realism out the window altogheter.

AND for the tugs to have a mind of their own to go on their separate tug-related adventures separate from the humans, but still having those limitations... i have many ideas as you can see

Abilities beyond their Stands?

I've been thinking about it. After all, stands are not just punching ghost; some of them aren't even good for combat or beneficial at all; some of them just exist and that's it lol.

So i've been thinking... thinking of giving the humans an extra supernatural ability or handicap.... and maybe even name those abilities with the musical reference like in Jojo~ huehuehue this is getting interesting (but that'll take time, k?)

How about Thomas?

In T&F the deal is inverted. The engines are the users to a human form that is a Stand.

I don't have much more since I mostly work with TUGS, but it's the same sentiment. I want both sentient vehicles and humans to co-exist and interact

You know what else Jojo has?

CYBORGS!!!

in Part 2 it is shown that despite being set in the 30's, the technology for putting a fuckin machine gun on someone's torso exist, so by putting this au in the jojo universe I can keep Top Hat's neck gimmick and add any other techno knick knack i want :3.

Just... a fully human AU with nothing supernatural about it:

That'd be the Argentina!AU since its focus is to teach culture shock the gringos, and thus is more human-oriented

It'd probably be just lil comedy skits, 4-komas even, and the only difference is that it takes place in Puerto Madero and everyone speaks spanish (and a lot of swearing, also subs will be provided~)^^

TBA, ofc xd

In Conclusion:

If i like something, I'll add it. If it doesn't make much sense, it probably does in Jojo. It's pretty bizarre after all

#ask #this is tugs #bigg city port #tugs au #jjba #xd #tugs bluenose #te gritan porque te saltaste partes ahre xd

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

okay curious anon (but not on anon lol):

what's your favorite season? whats your favorite holiday in the season? what's your comfort food? what's a food most people like that you hate? what is the worst texture in the world? what's the song you've been listening to on repeat lately? what is the first fandom you've ever been in? like very very first? what are you having for dinner? how many pillows do you sleep with? which celebrity do you think is the hottest? what is a celebrity that everyone says is hot that you think is ugly? what is the last animal you pet? was it a good petting experience? what beverage do you drink most often (soda, water, etc). when do you usually get up/go to bed? do you make your bed most days? what's your comfort video game? what's your favorite candle scent? do you have any piercings? if not, do you want any? what's your most harmless unpopular opinion?

also, texan questions bc it's me here: do you like dr. pepper? have you ever had dr. pepper float? what abt hot dr. pepper? how well do you handle heat? do you like lizards/snakes? have you ever had bbq? was it good?

no pressure to answer all of them if it's too much <333

Hi Tony!

Okay so

My favourite season is autumn because I love the colours and also despite my anxiety I will always love the theatrics of Halloween

My favourite holiday is Halloween followed by Easter bc while I'm not religious I do very much love sweets and chocolates

My comfort food is my mum's roast dinners. I still remember the beef roast she made me for my 21st birthday and it's still the best thing I've ever had

Pears. Fuckin hate them. The taste I don't mind, it's pretty nice, but the texture of every pear I've ever eaten has been gritty and/or grainy and it's been sensory hell

Worst texture eating wise is half cooked onion. I can't articulate why exactly but it's like nails on a chalkboard I swear to fuck. Worst texture touch wise is slimy. Like, not quite slippery and not quite sticky but also both at the same time. Hate hate hate hate hate

I haven't been actively listening to music lately but I did buy Skul the Hero Slayer yesterday so like. The tracks for the first area? Yeah that'll do

I believe my very very very first fandom was Doctor Who, followed pretty closely by Professor Layton and then Ace Attorney

I had some pasta with cauliflower and carrots and a tomato sauce. Just something I can throw together pretty quick

I mean. I have two pillows in my pillow case right now but they're both pretty flat (that's why there's two of them)

Idk really I don't really give a shit about celebrities?

Again, I don't know lol. Though I will say I never understood what people saw in Bangkok Catapult all those years ago, he was never my type.

I think? It was a random lil doggo with cocker spaniel ears that I saw in town a couple days ago

Yes it was a good pet, was a very nice doggo

Water. I tend to keep a big 2l bottle of water in my room next to my bed so I don't have to use much energy to stay hydrated

I usually start winding down around 11pm, but I don't get to sleep until like 1am at the latest. And waking up is anywhere from 9am to noon depending on how much of an asshole my body wants to be (to be clear, waking up later is much preferred)

I do not, I spend most of my day in bed since that's the only place in my room with decent back support so there's really no point lol

Hmm I don't think I have a comfort video game honestly. I tend to just play until I'm done with the story stuff and then get bored and move on. ADHD will do that to you

Lavender I think. Honestly I've never really been able to afford fancy candles? And since my mum is allergic to perfume there was a very limited range of scents she can have without choking

I do not have any piercings yet

I'm considering it. I'm not sure but I'm definitely considering it

My most harmless unpopular opinion is that Hawaiian pizza is The Best Pizza. I will die on this hill, come at me.

I don't think I've actually tried Dr Pepper honestly. Like the option is there, I can buy it from Fred's (local newsagents where u can get pops and sweets and stuff. Idk why we call it Fred's we just do) I just haven't gotten around to it yet

Honestly the thought of putting anything dairy based in a carbonated drink with a high acid content is very off-putting I'm afraid

Wouldn't that just make it go flat?

Absolutely awful because two of the three main medications I'm on are the type to fuck up thermoregulation. I'm shit with the cold too.

I love reptiles very much I would like to touch one one day

Not for many many many years have I had a BBQ

It was very nice though, obviously very under seasoned as British Food (derogatory) tends to be, but it didn't make me sick so there's that

This was fun!!

#peter peeps #asks #about me

[blackvahana]

I've been working on the floating islands around the main house ("house") while she settles, or at least... making them into islands lmfao.

Apparently I have indeed automated the process! I was saying to myself I should and Lev corrected me saying I did. Yeah, I hooked them into the concept of the spread of time and space I believe, or less the concept and more the actual spread as an extension of shit I'm (more than) elbow deep in

I'm trying to take a backseat right now! Mostly because I'm worried about how Mental this is getting, but that's. fine? I'll just push it back out into the Communal Astral Proper lmfao. But I'm starting to see in the stretch mark cracks plants popping through and. they. are. fascinating. I bring up stretch marks for a reason, they're flesh pinks in my vision filling in the blanks like faces rising through stretch marks.

I guess it's the first forms of to-be plants. The place is referencing specific DNAs and such of various plants in the collective unconscious type thing of existence (can you tell I'm too tired for wording this properly), effectively marking the path, the nutrients needed, and all the other stuff for the plant to grow there. This one looks like that one kinda of nightshade though. Or. Is that even real?? Its flowers are like... four normal purple petals, four petals elongated into sort of lynx ear tufts or rats tail type things, it's leaves have similar trails if I'm seeing right. Anyway.

Yeah. I'm standing on an island, the grass(?) feels like flesh lmfao. It's rounder and smoother than it should be, very new and tender and vulnerable right now. If I look down at it, it's slowly creeping apart and filling in the blanks like film rolls creating AI frames as it elongates... Even things like the tree here - ah yeah. I'm on this island because I like this one, tree and pond and plants - are moving and expanding. Will they ever stop? I don't know. I don't care. I mean I will know when I do care to stop it, but right now...

The thing I need to fix though, later, is the Day forming a uh. egg white around the yolk of the islands/etc. It's hard to see everything here, physically because of the clouds but mostly in my eyes because of the Day Sky being opaque andddd I mean that'll get fixed when I hook it back into reality itll get a more normal day-night cycle. but. saying that... is weird.

I don't think it'll actually be normal here lmfao I'm starting to think an orrery is going to - why does my music have to devolve into clicking machinery lmfao - be an actual grounded part of this place. Oough! Just felt way farther away from the house for a second! And it feels like heavy rain cloud sunset. Interesting. Oh yeah. a storms coming lmfao

#Well. she's listening to me lmfao #ramblings // #astral diary #Location: sky break

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