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evil-youth-messrs · 4 months

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Okay so here's the list of moments in EPIC: the musical (in order) that make me go feral. Believe it or not, I tried to keep it as short and concise as possible but the albums are just too good.

The Troy Saga 💙

*tudududu dum tum tum tum tum*

PENELOPEEEE

who was that *CAWWWW* 🦅🦅

thisisthesonofnoneotherthan ~troooy's~ veryown prince hec!tor!

but when!? does a comet become a meteor??? (both solo and ensemble versions)

six! hundred! men

and ithaca's waiting, my kindom is waiting, PENELOPE'S WAITIIIING for meeee

my second iiin commaaand

we're up, we're off and away we go (again both versions)

I'm fiiiiiiine, Polites 🙄

stay back!!! (lotus eaters: stay back~~)

you can relax my friend

*the intro and pianooo for warriors of the mind*

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I THAUGHT YOUUU

LET ME REMIND YOU

one day a boy came! for the thrill! a boy whose mind rivaled the boar's own wiiiiiiill

LET'S GO !!

*the entire chorus*

NAAAAAH DON'T BE MODEST, I KNOW YOU'RE A GODDESS

you are ~ATHEEENAA~ (*the growl* !!!)

if you're LOOking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent

*the chorus when they both sing*

*honestly every single line in this song*

The Cyclops Saga 👁

*the water droplets sound at the beginning*

loook at all this foood 😃

my name is nooooooobody, nooooooobody, noOoOoOoOoOobody

I'm so glad we see eye to eye

show me how. greatisyourwilltoSURVIIIIIIIVE

six hundred liiiives at stake

*how the guitar fades in in remember them*

what do we do with our fallen friends? *silence* remember them

*athena's piano and clock ticking*

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN! THE LESSONS! I THAUGHT YOU ??

he's still a threat! until he's DEEEEAAAAD

HEY, CYCLOPS!

remember them remember us REMEMBER ME

I'M THE REIGNING KING OF ITHACA I AM NEITHER MAN NOR MYTHICAAAL IIII AM YOUR DARKEST MOMENT I AM THE INFAAAMOUUUS. odysseus!

this way! you won't disappoint me, this way! you won't waste my time, thiiis waay

slefish and prideful and vain 🙄

YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A MENTOR I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A FRIEND I MISTOOK YOU FOR A GENERAL WHAT A WASTE OF EFFORT SPENT

at least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known

YOU'RE ALONE !!!

but not today for after all you're JUST A MAAAN

this day! you SEVER your own head, this day! you CUT the liiine

The Ocean Saga 🌊

*trumpetttt*

these ~waves~ and ~tides~

is it nature? or diviiiine?

COMRADES

full spead aHEAD TOWARDS THE ISLAND

an island in the sky 🤩

we're in the home of the ✨️wind god✨️ we don't know for sure how many floating islands have you seen before??

captain HOW? much longer til your luck. runs. out.

you rely on wit and people die on it

I took six hundred men to war! and not one of them died there. in case you needed a reminderr.

woooaahoookayyy? okay. thank you🙄

*ambient intro to keep your friends close*

*growly hahahas*

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER

if they wanna get the bag open you gotta say no sirrr.

open the bag, let's see what you got. NO! DO! NOT!

see how this bag is closed that's how it's supposed to be

I'm getting closer to youuuu (PENELOPEEE)

JUST KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN

wake up! wake up! odysseus, they're opening the bag WAKEEE UUUUP!

STOOOOfullOOOOspeedOOOOOaheadOORM

OOOOOOOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACAAAAA do you know who I am?

PO SEI DON PO SEI DON PO SEI DON poseidon 😨

I try to chill~ with the waves

*THE GROWLY VOCALS*

that's right the cyclops you made blind. is mine. NO

the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now

RuThLeSsNeSs is MERCY upon ourselves

you 🫵 are the worst kind of good cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

a greek. who reeks. of false righteousness that's what I HATE

I mean you totally could've avoided all this had you just. killed. my. son. but nOoOu💅

it's the final crack we're 'bout to break the ice now

CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!

when does a ripple become a tidal wave?

*somebody stop me I just wrote every line of this song*

Click here for The Circe Saga 🐷

If you read all of that, thank you and honestly WOW.

#epic the musical #epic: the musical #epic the troy saga #epic: the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic: the cyclops saga #epic the ocean saga #epic: the ocean saga #the odyssey #odysseus #greek mythology #jorge rivera herrans #jay rivera herrans

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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ptolemaea.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: you and your local town preacher, rhett abbott, spend a night together in a motel room. rhett is there to calm your racing mind and have you admit your sins. based off the song, ‘ptolemaea’ by ethel cain.

￫ word count: 2.4K.

￫ c/w: heavy and dark religious themes, dark themes, fingering, kissing, swearing, overstimulation, edging, voyerism, mentions of oral (m!receiving), corruption and innocence kink, daddy kink, gagging on rhett’s fingers, derogatory language and cnc.

￫ a/n: i cannot recommend listening to the song ‘ptolemaea’ by ethel cain enough whilst reading this. the song, and entire album, ‘preacher’s daughter’, is a masterpiece. when i first listened to this song, the narrative voice in the song screamed preacher!rhett to me. this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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You pushed yourself against the back of the Motel door and closed it behind you. The paint was splintering and falling off in your palms. Rhett was sat at the edge of the Motel double bed. He looked up from his studious reading of his Bible, to catch your hesitant gaze.

“Sorry, Rhett. I didn’t know if y’ wanted me to follow you in, s’ I waited an hour or so back in the Diner.”

Your hands came round to your front and your fingers instinctively played with each other, trying to distract yourself from Rhett’s eyes boring into you, and from the situation that you had found yourself in.

When your town Preacher asked you to come away with him and see the sights of the West, you never thought you would. Well, you never realized how easy it would be. You mentally kicked yourself for allowing his calloused, yet gentle hands, to win you over so easily. But you couldn’t find yourself to blame him. He had nothing to fault.

Rhett parted his lips to speak and his tongue wet at his bottom lip. He let out a ‘tsk’ sound and shook his head in disagreement at your statement.

“I invited y’ in, twice. Y’ know there’s nothin’ for y’ to fear now y’ with me.”

Rhett’s eyes raked over your frame as if to study you. To read every inch of your flesh and how your body visibly reacted to his deep and Southern drawl. His insides were gloating with pride. He had managed to get you right where he wanted you.

You love blood too much, but not like I do. Rhett thought as you stood, still pressed against the back of the Motel door, as if you were in shark infested waters. He could smell your blood from miles away and he was about to go in for the killing bite.

“Suffer does the wolf, crawling t’ thee. Promisin’ a big fire, any fire, t’ keep you warm.” Rhett quoted back and out loud to you, when you didn’t react to his original statement. He was trying to soothe your racing mind and to convince you that this was right.

You held his heavy gaze, but you were unable to avoid the obvious spread of his thighs, with his palms planted firmly on his worn jeans. You saw his lips twitch in the corner, threatening for an almost Devilish grin to spread over them.

“That’s how y’ feel, don’t you?” Rhett cocked his head to the side and continued when you still didn’t answer. “I heard you at those Sunday Sermons. Moanin’ my name in the bathroom cubicle when y’ thought everyone had left. I saw you through the crack of the door, wi’ your hand down your pretty pink panties and y’ conservative sundress hitched around y’ thighs.”

Rhett continued as he read the way your body reacted to his words. How your chest was rising and falling quicker and how your fingers tangled messily in with each other.

“I gave you everythin’ you needed after, ‘nd now, I need you.” His tone became an octave lower at the seriousness of his words. “I love you.”

His final words were the lasting kick you needed to get yourself off of the back of the Motel door. It was the first time you had heard Rhett utter such meaningful words. No text, or lines from the Bible could mean this much to you both. His words spun round and round in your head as you made your way over to him in a flurry. He mirrored you in response and came crashing into you with his lips meeting yours.

His large hands were cupping your hot and rosy cheeks, with his rough thumbs cradling underneath your jaw to keep your lips planted firmly against his, as his tongue ran along your bottom lip and dipped into your mouth. A groan emitted from you both at the kiss. It had been weeks since Rhett had you to himself and you both craved each other more than you cared to admit. Sin had never tasted so good.

You muttered against his lips, over and over, like a prayer, in between the heated kiss, “Love you, love you, love you...”

You both pulled away from the kiss to catch up with your similar and erratic breathing pattern. Your breath hitched in your own dry yet sticky throat, trying to form some sort of salvia. Rhett still held your gaze and it felt as though he was burning through to your retinas. It burned more than the sinful guilt you could feel punching deep within your gut.

“In my prayers, they say I’m the one He’s gonna take. He’s gonna take me Rhett, f’ my sins. I feel like I’m on fire.”

You stumbled back with his hold still on your burning cheeks. You bumped against the lone desk that held the old television and sun bleached writing paper that adorned the Motels logo.

“Sufferin’ is nigh, draw to me, m’love. I will keep y’ safe.” Rhett soothed his thumb under your jaw and spoke with a calm and peaceful tone, never wavering in it’s meaning.

You could trust in your Preacher when he told you that he would keep you safe. Rhett told you that you were special. You were the white light that came through the muggy clouds to descend upon Earth itself. You were beautiful, finite and Heaven’s gift, all rolled into one. And if you could continue to stay with him, your sins would be forgiven.

His face shifted as he watched your eyes plead for him. His eyes softened to lull you into safety.

“When a body decomposes, even the iron in their blood still fears the rotting. Everyone is hidin’ from somethin’, ‘nd I cannot stop it. I cannot stop God from choosin’ us.”

Rhett’s reassurances calmed your pounding heartbeat that you could still hear swarming in your ears, yet still, there was a twinge of doubt in your mind.

You fiddled with the frayed hemming on your dress. “Daddy’s left ‘nd Mama won’t come home.”

For the past months, you were walking on shadows with Rhett. You found yourselves dipping in and out for quick, and sinful meetings, in his backroom office at the Church. The last meeting had ended with your knees buckled on the floor and when night came along, your parents had clearly worried where you had got to.

The sight of their own child with the town Preacher’s cock resting heavy in your mouth was enough for them to disown you altogether. It was after that, that Rhett suggested you both get away. The town no longer wanted a filthy Preacher in their midst and he would surely loose his place within the Church.

Rhett’s left hand and thumb reached up to run across your bottom lip. “You poor thing. Sweet, mournin’ lamb.” His thumb dipped in between your lips and you latched your tongue onto the pad of him and sucked him in greedily. “There's nothin’ you can do. It's already been done.”

It was a gentle, yet blunt reminder, but the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb made your mind go fuzzy altogether. You kneed into Rhett’s touch with no remorse. It gave you a sense of real fear, what a man like Rhett could bring upon a woman like you.

Your eyes had fluttered shut by this point and you registered the feeling of his right hand leaving your face. You could feel his calloused fingertips slide up your bare thigh and under your dress. His hand didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop.

Your body jolted under his feverish touch when his large palm cupped your covered cunt. His index and little finger curved around the seam of your underwear and dragged along your lips. You still had your now swollen lips around his thumb, but he pulled it away and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a pitiful whine at the loss. A string of saliva was connecting from the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip.

Rhett shushed you in response as he replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger. They pressed down onto your tongue and you let out a choked sob as they pushed further down. Drool started to pool and drip out the corner of your mouth. It fell down onto the edge of your dress that was now hitched around your hips as his fingers moved passed the barrier of your underwear and slipped into your cunt with no complaint.

Your arousal had come seemingly quicker than before and Rhett had a prideful smile on his face, however your eyes were still scrunched shut and relishing in the taste of Rhett’s flesh and feeling the delicious movement of his fingers burying deep into your cunt, pressing up on the sweet spot that made you silently scream around his fingers.

You were aware that his eager gaze was still on you. No longer were you kept hidden away in a religious and sacred place. You were completely stripped bare for Rhett to see under the dim light in this dirty Motel room. What fear a man like Rhett brings upon a woman like you.

You swallowed around his thick fingers in your mouth and he took it as his sign to remove them from your swollen lips, to allow yourself to compose your erratic breathing. Your eyes blinked opened to his face.

“Please don’t look at me.” You muttered out in between labored breaths, as Rhett’s fingers still showed no sign of slowing down.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as his thumb ran calculated circles on your swollen, and up until now, un-touched clit. How could Rhett ever deny himself of this Heavenly sight.

He was quick to shoot his hand out and his fingers gripped tightly onto your chin to bring back your lulling head to him.

“Show me your face.” He demanded and your pleading eyes moved back to his.

You moaned again at his grip on your chin and inside your cunt, followed by a name.

“F— Father.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head at the name you had mournfully uttered.

“I can see it in your eyes.” He bit back.

He keeps looking at me. Oh, God. I know what he wants. You thought in panic to yourself.

“Tell me, what have y’ done?” He was pushing you further. He knew you were close by the feeling of your walls clenching, then fluttering, around him, but he wouldn’t let you come until you spoke his name.

Your hips were rocking against him as if to try and push his thumb harder against your clit. You were desperate to chase that feeling, yet he slowed down his ministrations. It was still enough to keep you dangling on that edge, but not enough all together at the same time.

“Please, Father. I— I can’t—” You whined out pitifully.

There were tears pricking in the corner of your eyes now. The delicious overstimulation, yet not feeling anything was blissful torture. Although you were seated high on top of the Motel desk, your body felt like it could give way with how hard it was trembling. You shot your hands out instinctively to hold onto Rhett’s large biceps to steady yourself.

Inside, your mind was repeating the one name that Rhett wanted from you. It was on the tip of your tongue, but it wouldn’t escape. He cooed and shushed you in response to your incessant whining and groaning, out of sheer frustration with yourself. Slow and agonizing circles were being ran around your clit.

“I’m the face of loves’ rage, but y’ know I can make this pain all go away. Tell me, what have y’ done, sweet lamb?”

The coil deep within your stomach was threatening to snap any second. All your innocence was currently being held in the palm of Rhett’s hand and you couldn’t hold onto it for much longer.

“Fuck!”

To anyone else the scream would have sounded blood curdling and murderous, but to Rhett, it was the sweet sound of your submission.

“I’ve sinned, Daddy. I’ve sinned!”

The name and words fell so freely from your mouth that it caused Rhett to finally break out into the Devilish grin he’d been hiding all this time. Your head fell back again under his grasp at your admission. All you could feel was his hot breath on your burning ears.

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, his fingers picked back up their pace. Sliding in and out of you at a steady pace and curling up to press on the sweet spot inside you, that made your own cum seep out from your lips and drip onto the Motel desk. His thumb resumed it’s calculated circles and you could feel yourself hurtling closer and closer to the Heavenly release. His voice was still close to your ear as he started to pray, when he could feel the walls of your wet cunt tighten around him.

“Blessed be the Daughters of Abbott, bound to sufferin’ eternal through the sins of their Fathers committed long before their conception. Blessed be their whore mothers, tired ‘nd angry, waitin’ with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again.”

Strings of strangled cries left your lips as your orgasm approached and hit your whole body with a blinding and warm glow. The final swipe of Rhett’s thumb over your clit was all you needed and your cries turned silent with your nails digging so deep into his flesh that you knew it would mark.

“Blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their God through some senseless act of violence. Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you.”

Rhett still continued on through your orgasm. Your hips were bucking ferociously against the palm of his hand, with you trying to rub your sensitive and swollen clit against the heel of his palm, to continue the feeling of the sensation and your earth shattering release.

“I am no good nor evil, simply I am, and I have come to take what is mine. I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood.”

Your cries turned to incoherent mumblings. You were too drunk off Rhett giving you pleasure to string anything together. Of what he could make out, whilst he was still focused on reciting his prayer was, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

“I am here now, as you run from me still.”

He pulled the palm of his hand away from your cunt and he could feel your cum string from your swollen lips. His fingers pushed and brushed in turn against the sweet spot inside of you and his thumb returned back to your clit with no mercy. Your whole body was jolted back to the dirty motel room at the over sensitivity and your pleading tears now ran hot over your cheeks.

“S’ can’t, Daddy. Sensitive, ‘lease.” You wailed and begged Rhett for his forgiveness.

Your hips bucked again at his fiery touch. It caused the Motel desk to bump against the wall, yet he was still close to your ear and caging you in. The shark had finally had his taste of blood, and Rhett whispered his final prayer and wish.

“Run then, child. You can't hide from me forever.”

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pastel-pillows · 7 months

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💕💕💕

I got a treat in the guest room with some dusty books !

Thank you for stopping by my haunted house! I hope you enjoy your treat 💕

A treat with Billy Hargrove and some dusty books. No warnings, all fluff and feelings, maybe a little sad at one point? I don’t believe I’ve used any descriptors so this can be read as m/f/gender neutral!

The spine creaked as you cracked the old album, the dust that had collected in the ridges of the pages puffing into the air that you hastily wave away before it could reach your faces the corners were worn and the green cover on it had begun to peel back to show the yellow, once white, backing underneath it. The cover page held neat slanted writing that read, ‘Billy Hargrove, March 29th, 1968, Welcome home!’

On the first page a red faced and very angry looking newborn wrapped in a powder blue blanket greeted you, he had soft tufts of sparse blonde hair fluffy and sticking in all directions. The woman who’s holding the baby is absolutely beaming at the person behind the camera, she shares the same blonde hair as the child and you instantly know that the people in the picture are Billy and his mother. Despite the weathered appearance of the album the picture itself is pristine.

“Look at how chunky you were.” Next to you Billy’s face flushes the same shade of red as it had in the picture, his face pinching in embarrassment.

“Do you want to see the photos or not.” He hastily flips the page and you see a grinning baby, big blue eyes and a head of untamed curls, he’s got a grin that nearly reaches his eyes and as many cheerios as he can fit in his tiny hands. Next to him is his mother, her hair tied in a messy bun and elbow deep in the box of cereal. In the background you can vaguely make out the shape of a man in a recliner sitting in front of a tv.

“You look just like her.” He had his fathers nose for sure, but the eyes, hair and smile were all his mother's. Still pink in the cheeks, his lips curled a little at the edges, his eyes softening as he took in the tired but pleasantly happy visage of his mother.

“I thought so too.”

The next page had a toddler, hair sun bleached and freckles emerging from the summer sun, he’s on a paddle board and sporting bright blue floaties with sharks on them, his hands grip the front of the board, nervous but excited to be in the water. Behind him is his mother, a few more wrinkles are around her eyes but she’s just as stunning as she was in the first two photos. Her smile is there, but her eyes are looking at Billy, not the camera.

There are more photos after that, Christmas mornings with him sitting in his moms lap surrounded by wrapping paper, Fourth of July where they’re wearing matching shirts and terrible matching hats, another of him on his first bike with her cheering him on from the side. You get to see one of him as a baby in a tub surrounded by toys and another of him simply sitting in front of the tv eating a bowl of cereal. Not all of the pictures are significant moments, but each one is filled with the love you can tell she had for him.

You pass through the pages, first days of school, first tooth fairy visit, picnics and zoo trips, birthday cakes and stuffy looking Easter outfits, once you pass the picture of his tenth birthday you start to turn the pages a little slower knowing that there won't be many more. These photos you savor a little more, the joy and trust in the face of this kid.

“These are beautiful.” About a third of the album is still left when you stop turning the pages, she’d left the summer after he’d turned ten and those plastic sleeves would be empty.

“Keep going.”

You’re sure the next pictures would be of high school, of Max and him taken by Susan, the new house, his car.

Instead you see yourself, fresh out of high school and seated on the hood of his Camaro with your cap and gown tossed to the side and a beer in your hand while you animatedly talk to Lucy.

You see a sneakily taken photo of the two of you asleep on the couch, the lights dimmed and the tv casting a blue glow on the room and your cuddled up figures. The angle of the picture is lower and off to the side, Max or one of the kids must have taken it after you’d had a pizza and movie night. It hadn’t been too early in your relationship, you were just at the point where tentative emotions had settled into an acknowledgment of love.

Looking at the soft lighting of the picture now you could still feel the warmth of him against you and the way his hand would absently rub your back as he faded out of consciousness, he’d never been that soft around others before and it had melted you to know he was comfortable enough to do so then. It melted you even more now to know that that moment had meant as much to him as it had to you.

Pictures you’d never known existed fill the rest of the album, games from high school where you’re wearing his jacket, you on max’s skateboard and him laughing on the side followed by one of you on your butt and him by your side, one’s you’d remembered Tina taking but never seeing of Billy covered in beer and you in the crowd counting his keg time, the shirt he’d worn gripped in your hands because you’d known he’d leave it somewhere and lose it before the night was over.

Snapshots of your relationship were laid out before you ranging from special things like first dates to mundane images you’d never think of twice like one of you rearranging the living room in your first apartment together, all carefully laid out in chronological order.

“I didn’t even know some of these had been taken.” Your finger traces the glossy body of the Camaro in one of the pictures, you were in your swimsuit washing his car after losing a bet, that one you’d known he’d taken but had assumed he’d kept by his bed. Each memory had a date and a sentence or two under it, his scrawl much rougher than his mother’s had been but just as intimate in the way it revealed how each moment was special to him.

“She was always taking pictures, said it was important to save the good moments;” while they were there was left unsaid. “This is where I keep mine.”

@billysbabyy @boomhauer

Special thanks to @jo-harrington for all your help with this. 💕

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x you #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove x female reader

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wifegideonnav · 23 days

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Hey! What're you listening to lately?

hi! WELL so recently i’ve had alarms in the heart by dry the river and the shark in your water by flower face on repeat and im always listening to my faves hozier and missio (can you feel the sun is one of my favorite albums). im looking for new music tho so if anyone has any recs 👀👀

#asks

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crucifysam · 5 months

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album game!! 🎧

tagged by @oscarwiide && @reblogreferences <3

hozier -- hozier

preachers daughter -- ethel cain

rumours -- fleetwood mac

igor -- tyler, the creator

tell it to the volcano -- miniature tigers

decide -- djo

dizzy up the girls -- the goo goo dolls

bind -- the sundays

all the reasons -- nickelback

cigarettes after sex -- cigarettes after sex

honorable mentions in no particular order (bc i love cheating)

anything by mitski i couldn't choose

the fame monster -- lady gaga

the bends -- radiohead

humanistic -- abandoned pools

the shark in your water -- flower face

blink-182 -- blink-182

the leaf maker -- wickerbird

tags!!

(@femsammy @math-should-die @fuckyeahsam @blacknidstang @hellhoundlair @babybrothershaped @fujobrainrot )

#this was fun!!!!!#and hard #i love seeing what everyones real into #and getting recommendations out’ve it!!!!#tag game #misc.

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glittergroovy · 1 month

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back to you 🌸 flower face

#back to you #flower face #flower face lyrics #glitter text #album: the shark in your water #gif warning #lyrics #pink #bloggif.com #cambria italic #cambria font #47px #quit your job come sleep in my bed

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tacky-jack-with-a-hat · 5 months

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@ztarburztsystem sorry just found your post again and here's some flocali

I'm going to organise it into the good, the bad and the confusing

Good

•Florida doesn't like Cali's cooking as it's healthy to the point it's bland and unfilling. But Florida will eat it anyway. However, as Cali got more stressed he began making food for him. Everyday for a month Cali woke up to the smell of waffles and pancakes and glazed fruit. He was genuinely impressed the house didn't burn down but found the meal too rich after a while. Then one day they decided to cook together and accidently invented a new food that was the perfect balance.

•They love watersports (like actual sports on water not piss I had to learn that the hard way) and go to the beach every week for date night. They get competitive and it only goes too far once when Florida did the alligator move of death rolling in the water. California was only mildly annoyed with Florida getting too rough in the water.

The bad

• Florida gets homesick a lot but can't always go home. California tried making things seem like home with Disneyland and Halloween horror nights, but they only make Florida miss his home more. When Florida gets really upset Cali will just cuddle him.

•Because Cali uses his exes Hulu, Florida can see what his ex likes. It's not the only thing Cali's ex left behind. Sometimes Florida will find a picture of the two- other times he will find "blood" on the ex's shirt or find a box of his ex's things (including photo albums and a dvd of human centipede with bonus features). Florida also found a hole in the wall from what he assumed was from Cali's ex being aggressive and he confronted Cali on his findings.

The reality was very different. California and his ex got along well and were still friends. In fact Cali's ex offered to continue paying for hulu, his old shirts were "bloody" bc it's a Halloween costume and the only reason why Cali still keeps his stuff is because his ex doesn't have enough room in his own apartment. But the human centipede? Oh California just hid that after his ex wanted to make out to a horror movie and didn't read the warnings.

Florida felt a bit insecure on how close Cali was to his ex, but eventually he accepted they didn't have anything else going on.

Confusing

•Florida is shark bite capital and part gator, and when he was teething he didn't know what to bite. California was right in front of him, reading a book. He went straight for his arm. They then proceeded to stare at each other for at least 15min before Florida grabbed the book and went absolutely feral.

•Sometimes, when Cali comes home he hears Florida playing bad bunny and leaves.

•Both of them are Tumblr shippers. But Florida is a multishipper and Cali is a reader/character and an otp shipper. They have fandom discourse.

Florida: self inserts are just annoying-

Cali: oh, like we're not a stand-in for Ben! Also your ships are toxic!!

Florida: How???

Cali: enemies to lovers is always toxic!!!

Florida: BUT THAT'S OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP!!!!

#wttt #welcome to the table

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insert-neologism · 28 days

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back to you by flower face (reupload)

#yellowjackets #jackieshauna #mitos incredible life #mine art tag #hope it STAYS this time goood #anyways. I still think the allie part is funny sue me #when i was like 'omg im gonna edit the whole album' it was party bc I knew back to you was in there and I was like 'that song is #SO jackieshauna that it doesnt even matter if all the other songs arent'#dont know anymore bc it was so long ago and im not very far with the whole. js: tsiyw - n thing #(im at maybe bc today familys here bc easter)#if somebody wants a specific song edited to them hmu btw #i do have like. many ideas (for jackieshauna at least 6 from what I remember‚ 1 lottienat n general yj some)#and thats just the like sorta planned out ones. So Idk if I will ever like edit more but PROBABLY bc im nothing if not. other ppl #(sincerly hope that doesnt make sense)#jackieshauna: The Shark In Your Water

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LBSC Lukanette MerMay Prompts

Hello friends! For those of you who like to get a head start, here are our 16 prompts for Lukanette Mermay. Because one of our mottos here is why just do it when you can overdo it we’ve collected some scenarios suggested by our discord friends for some of our prompts, but these are completely optional, and you can take the prompts in whatever direction you’d like.

There’s no word count or time limit for these prompts. You may do as many or as few prompts as you like, in any order. The event will run throughout the month of May. Be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog your work! Rules are at the bottom of this post below the cut. You’re welcome to join our discord server to chat and share your WIPs, or just for some encouragement!

1. Pirate/Mermaid

The kind mermaid/merman that likes to explore on their own has a deserted island they like to visit. One day, a pirate on the run takes haven there. They don't look as menacing as the rumors say though

Pirate capitan luka having a mermaid wife, she always follow his ship and luka had a tank on his room for when she spend the night, also mermaid marinette is fascinated by clothes, Luka had an storage space for all the clothes she like

2. Accidental/Involuntary Transformation

Luka is turned into a merman to save him from drowning, and the smitten Marinette shows him his new underwater home. (Or vice-versa.)

If you wish upon a shooting star it becomes a mermaid/merman if it lands in the sea....

luka and marinette (two mermaids) accidentally get turned human after messing with some magic. chaos ensues while they attempt to blend in with other human beings.

The kwami powerup for water turns ladybug into a mermaid

H20: Just Add Water AU

3. Sirens

"You had earplugs in! Why did you steer straight for the Siren's Rocks??" "Did you see how blue the siren's eyes were?"

Siren decides this sailor is too cute to kill

4. Songs of the Sea

Luka the "drowned one" plays the guitar underwater (apparently that's a thing you can do) to a group of fascinated deep sea mermaids

"Where on earth did you get to last night?" "I heard the mermaids singing." “That's your excuse every time you disappear.... Oh my god, that really is a mermaid!"

On a deep sea mission to collect whalesong (for an album project?), there's something else down there with them, and it's singing back.

Human luka and mermaid marinette singing a duet

5. Culture Clash

Mermaids have a very specific ritual for finding the (shell, rock, trinket. Etc) to propose with

Mermaids like shiny things

Mermaid clan wars

Merfolk dragging their s/o underwater for a quick kiss

Merfolk can change at will, but their hands are cold regardless of their current form.

Mermaid in a sushi restaurant

6. Atlantean Miracle Box 7. Sea Witch 8. Selkies 9. Not Your Typical Mermaid

Luminescent Mermaids (different colors represent different clans/pods/locations/elements)

Octopus mermaid

Deep sea mermaid

Seashorse mermaid

Kraken mermaid

Shark Mermaids

10. Mermaids of Unusual Size 11. The Hunted 12. Curiosity Killed the Catfish

Marinette the mermaid excitedly asks Luka questions about the human trinkets she found.

Watching (and crushing on) the other from afar

13. Human/Mermaid

Human luka and mermaid marinette singing a duet

Mermaids had soulmates, everyone knew that. Humans had soulmates, or at least the legends said they did. Nobody had ever heard of a mermaid/merman and a human being soulmates before. But the proof was right there as your (whatever sign of a soulmate you want to use) showed the human was your soulmate.

Luka brings Mermaid Mari to a costume party

Mermaids and human work together to save the oceans

Rescue the human from drowning

14. In the depths

Abyss AU: underwater research team finds more than they anticipated

Deep sea mermaid

15. Mermaid Hanahaki

you start losing your scales and then the ability to breathe underwater and will get stuck as a human if your love goes unrequited for too long

16. Dragon/Mermaid

RULES

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event. Some form of Lukanette must be included. Romantic, platonic, pre-relationship, even breakup fics are fine, as long as no other ships involving Luka or Marinette are included, except as past relationships. The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which.

NSFW entries are permitted but characters must be of age and content must be properly rated and tagged.

Posts that don’t follow these guidelines will not be reblogged.

#lbsc lukanette mermay #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #pro lukamari

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