#alissa blogs life

[donotpush]

Daily vlog

CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth

"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"

Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.

His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"

Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.

But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?

He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?

Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.

She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.

“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”

Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.

So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.

“...maybe.”

She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.

Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.

“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.

Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.

“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.

“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.

“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”

The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.

“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.

He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.

“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”

His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.

Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.

Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.

It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.

He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.

***

Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.

Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.

Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.

So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.

But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.

He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.

Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.

Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.

His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.

“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.

He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.

It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.

He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?

In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.

From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.

But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.

His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.

At his belly.

He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.

His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.

It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?

The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.

I wish I could be pregnant.

He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.

He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.

The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.

***

The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”

But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.

They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.

“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.

Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.

“We need to go to the hospital!”

“Why the rush?”

A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.

“My…your…my water just broke!”

“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”

“Why are you so calm?”

“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”

“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.

“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”

Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.

**

“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”

Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.

Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”

Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.

He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.

He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.

The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.

“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”

“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”

“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.

“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.

“Just breathe. We’re almost there”

Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.

God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.

His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.

It was coming. Now. And out.

He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.

He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.

But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.

The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.

“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.

He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”

Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.

Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.

Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.

“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”

Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.

The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.

“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”

“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”

Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.

His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.

“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”

His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”

It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.

“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”

“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”

With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.

Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.

“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”

With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.

His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.

"You filmed it, right?”

#birth kink #pregnancy #labor #birth denial #pregnancy fantasy #mpreg #fpreg #clothing birth #car birth #birt in car #trying to hold it in #stories

[nerice]

oc ask meme! 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, and 47!

*rolls up my sleeves all the fucking way* let me introduce u to so many freaks. also linking my oc page again here not everyone's on there but for refrance!!!! this got long so im actually using the humble readmore function for once but im gonna showcase one answer up here and that is:

has anyone drawn fanart of your ocs? if yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

i love all the art you n charlotte have drawn but this pic you did of reina. man (i cry everytime i look at it, she's SO BEAUTIFUL here you got her down better than i have ever drawn her <33333)

first oc ever: a young girl who gets her throat taken out by a big cat at a circus performance; who is now a young boy called honey who gets his throat taken out by kizuna while he wanders the swamplands searching for his brother! :D

personal favourite oc: absolutely without any doubt or competition whatsoever this goes to sky lmao. rabbit daughter of my life <33333

have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? nope! all organically grown ocs in my brain tbh i find the practice of adoptables etc a little weird but that's just bc it, for me personally, conceptually, just does not work at all lmao

if you could make only one of your ocs popular/known, who would it be? nightmare scenario that guarantees callout posts tbh but after reading a billion articles on traditional female villains for my thesis i am slightly tempted to blaze knowledge abt faye lmao. high femme lesbian villain (power armor notwithstanding) we need more of em <3

are your ocs part of any story or stories? only have story ocs!! if i think up a guy he comes pre-equipped with problems which i will somehow slot into the grander verse, i don't make the rules

sunshine oc: alissa!!!! tragic girl who dies too young but before then is the absolute light in the life of everyone she touches ;_; there is one au where she lives and aims to use the lifesong to help more people, in the process of which she becomes eliada's sworn enemy & also possibly romances damia. long story

troublemaker ocs: handsdown linn wins this category lol. always up to no good, a nsfw criminal menace <3

oc otp: YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT IS JUMIE/REINA. thank you for drawing them make out it gives me life <33333

introduce an oc that means a lot to you (and explain why): gestures at reina. gestures at sky. gestures harder *camera pans over i am now on the floor sobbing* yknow?

introduce oc that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like: jumie used to be very mellow and leaned most strongly into the caretaking persona (it still comes out with sky a lot ;_;) but when i actually got around to writing her boy. oh boy. takes no shit and vibe checks every single person she comes across (for better or for worse) lawful good paladin behavior

which one of your ocs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? leah!!! unfortunate tendency to disappear on people bc of whatever piqued her interest & also knows no fear/loves freaky and spooky stuff. noah, her scaredy-dragon bodyguard, is as exasperated as he is close to a heart attack at all times

pick one oc of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) cait, avery, and jumie wld all run weapon aes focused blogs (swords, knives, spears&bows respectively) and would probably end up sending each other hatemail over their weapon preferences lmao

introduce an oc who is not quite human: kizuna!!! typical choice here lol but. fun-sized (bear shaped) omnivorous murder bunny who can shapeshift into the people she devours. has a little identity crisis from it eventually, its ok

do you have any certain type when you create your ocs? do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? it’s time to confess: i dont set out to create ocs so much as they just show up unasked on the doorstep of my brain but i absolutely love 2 give ocs a truckload of extremely visible scars (and some hidden ones for funsies) face scars are one of the greatest honors i can bestow <3

has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your ocs as their child? various yeah most frequently adopted are leah (statistical daughter of all time) and belle+sky for trauma reasons lmao

#aaaaaah sorry this was kinda basic. i think im more burned out than i realized :') #BOTTOM LINE IS THANK U FOR DRAWING AND CARING OCS I LOVE YOU #oc asks #askbox #ispybluesky

[smpneopronouns]

can you do ldshadowlady themed names and pronouns :} ? 🐡

For future reference, this would better fall under my blog @trafficneopronouns, as Lizzie was in Last Life, and this is more directed at Dream SMP adjacent creators/characters! /nm

Hope you like them :]

Names:

Liz/Lizz/Lizzy/Lizzie

Eliza/Elizabeth/Elisa

Alissa/Alyssa/Alessa

Summer

Spring

Alina

Lizbette/Lizbeth

Elodie

Zed

Joelle

Firefly

Animalia

Fairy

Castle/Kingdom

Musica/Musical/Music

Pronouns:

lady/ladies/lady's/ladyself

love/loves/love's/loveself

sing/song/sing's/songself

rare/rares/rare's/rareself

music/musics/music's/musicself

queen/queens/queen's/queenself

axolotl/axolotls/axolotl's/axolotlself

game/games/game's/gameself

video/videos/video's/videoself

🐟/🐠s/🐟's/🐠self

👑/👑s/👑's/👑self

🎵/🎶s/🎵's/🎶self

🎼/🎼s/🎼's/🎼self

🌺/🌺s/🌺's/🌺self

🧚‍♀️/🧚‍♀️s/🧚‍♀️'s/🧚‍♀️self

#cc!ldshadowlady #c!ldshadowlady #ll!ldshadowlady #empires!ldshadowlady #neopronoun requests #neopronouns #emoji pronouns #nounself pronouns #pronoun requests #name ideas #anon #empires smp #last life smp #bold text #long post #ichthyophobia #neraidaphobia

[luvlady-writes]

Pick your song thing

I'm back from the dead!

I don't think somebody here missed me, but anyways...

This biatch got one of the biggest sad in her life and barely make it, but I'm here, and want to write something.

I pick some songs from my playlist (in not particular order) and chose some verses (I don't know if its correct).

You chose one song and one verse of it from below, the character/relationship and send it to me (via ask or DM).

For my Yes or No's, first read this (or the pinned post on my blog).

This is a little something just to start to write again so I'll be writing drabbles or mini oneshots.

#1. You Don't Remember,  I'll Never Forget - Yngwie Malmsteen.

1 It was you, it was me And we would last forever Any fool could see That we were meant to be

2 When you left You broke my heart and just to see How many pieces there would be After you leave me

#2. You're Mine - Disturbed

1 Been betrayed too many times Didn't think I would ever recover That it'd haunt me for the rest of my life Then you opened up my eyes And you helped me rediscover With what you resurrected A man who had died

#3. Goodbye - Me and That Man ft. Alissa White-Gluz, Devin Townsend.

1 I paid my dues by crushing my bones and tearing up my heart To conquer your love, to conquer your love, darling I went to hell and back, back to the start

2 Embrace me one last moment Give me kiss one more time Embrace me one last moment It's time to say goodbye

#4. I'll Cry For You - Europe

1 The sound of your voice The touch of your skin Is hauntin' me (hauntin' me) I'm still tryin' to come to my senses But I can't look back So I'm takin' my chances

#5. I Don't Believe In Love - Queensryche

1 She made a difference I guess she had a way Of making every night seem bright as day Now I walk in shadows, never see the light She must have lied 'cause she never said goodbye

2 No chance for contact There's no raison d'etre My only hope is one day I'll forget The pain of knowing what can never be With or without love it's all the same to me

#6. Can't Let You Go - Rainbow

1 One look in my eyes and you'd realize That you got my heart in your hands Won't you let me know something more Where did we go wrong?

#7. Every Time I Look At You - KISS

1 I never really wanted to let you get inside my heart I wanted to believe this would soon be ending I thought it wouldn't matter, if it all just came apart But now I realize I was just pretending

2 It's gonna take a little time to show you Just what you mean to me, oh yeah It seems the more I get to know you The more I need to make you see You're everything I need, yeah

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #madara uchiha imagine #madara uchiha x reader #madara x y/n #madara x reader #uchiha madara x reader #uchiha madara imagine #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi imagines #kakashi oneshot #itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha imagines #sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine

[vere-flores]

PINNED POST

Hello, my name is Alissa, and welcome to my blog! ♡

This is an independent single muse RP blog! My muses name is Flora Alexandria, and she's just a normal college student majoring in art and trying to live her life to the best of her ability! She's also trying to learn to focus on herself and do what makes her happy because she used to focus a lot on her family until they convinced her to move to Japan! If she interests you at all, feel free to follow!

I'm also coming back from an extended hiatus, so please be patient with me as I make the transition back into RP again.

Important links: Carrd || Google Docs* || Promo || Ask Box || Submit

Thread count: 18/20 || Thread Tracker *Willing to do more if necessary. Extra: 0/?

I'm looking forward to RPing with all of you!

*A/N Google is only there as a backup for the carrd in case that is the preferred method of navigating my pages. Please use the carrd instead, if possible.

#{ ; out of daydreams. } #pinned post

[tenth-god]

some of you will know this is mostly copied straight from the main but let me live

ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ

this is his best panel imo

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ( ꜱ ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ?

he's funny :] in all seriousness, he VERY RAPIDLY became my favourite character in ror and i just couldn't help myself wrt creating a blog for him . top 10 characters ever

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ?

romance and smut . hermes romance may come one day but also probably not . i also have a lot of reservations about who i could possibly write any romance with at all, and overall i'm just really awkward when writing romance too, so that fuels me being hesitant about it smut though i just don't trust anyone to write it with and never will . not the greatest at it either tee bee h

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ?

honestly most everything beyond the above ! also everything i don't have stated somewhere as NOT being willing to write :0

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ?

if it crosses my mind . that's it that's all the criteria . sometimes some thought goes into it but other than that, not really <3

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ?

silence mostly because i have to use my laptop in my kitchen and i write almost solely between midnight and like . 7 to 9 am most of the time

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ?

depends on what this really means ?? i write all of my replies in the moment, i never really have "drafts" other than to make sure i don't lose a post ; each reply i do takes at least over two hours, though

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ?

not really, but i don't hate it . i have ships ( i mean this in a general sense here, but i'm Looking i'm Considering some hermes ones 🤔 ) . they're just very few, and the ones i don't have i don't like most of the time

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ / ɴᴀᴍᴇ ?

zag :v after zagreus hades game . his impact was so real

ᴀɢᴇ ?

closer to 25 than not

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ?

30 August babeyyy

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏuʀ ( ꜱ ) ?

black and all pastels but yellow and orange :D

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ( ꜱ ) ?

of ALL time, the dark of you by breaking benjamin ! here lately, though, moscow mule by bad bunny and sign of life + </c0de> by motionless in white have been up there

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

LOL this super terrible one called the exorcism of amarillo . it was really fun-bad though so i'm not mad about it

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

one piece i think ? or nnt

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ?

for once i'm actually listening to music rn so it was just the wolf you feed by nita strauss + alissa white-gluz, but now it's animal by magnolia park, ethan ross + PLVTINUM

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ?

Sushi all day tbh . since i can't eat chorizo and papas ( favourite food in my heart ) anymore 😭😭

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ?

fall ! until it gets too cold and then i'm mad ( but then i'm mad when i'm too hot,,, save me from texas weather hell )

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ?

i do ! i have quite a few :] all of them i met on my personal blog, though

tagged by stolen from : myself ehehe

tagging : once again too sleepy . act like i did

#heaven's entertainment : games for the dash #ooc tag : tba #a few things did change from main actually but not a lot

[kamariarichmondmedia]

🎙 Exciting news! 🌟 Join me Monday, March 11, on The Stroke Diva Fabulous Show with the incredible Alicia Dalton! Wife, mother, healthcare exec, author, and speaker, Alicia brings a wealth of wisdom and positivity. 📚✨ Let’s dive into inspiring conversations about life, her books, and success. Don’t miss out! Tune in and be part of the uplifting dialogue! 🚀 #StrokeDivaFabulous #Podcast #AliciaDalton #InspirationOverflow

About Alicia-

Alicia Dalton is a Behavioral Healthcare Executive, author, and speaker. She lives in Bowie, Maryland, and is married to her love, Kenneth. Alicia is the mama of one handsome son, David, two beautiful daughters, Dia and Dayley, and a granddaughter, Alissa. She has a B.A. in Psychology from Wayne State University and an M.A. in Healthcare Administration from Siena Heights University.

Mrs. Dalton has 20 years of experience working in the Behavioral Healthcare industry. She is a former substance abuse counselor and has held various roles in health departments and outpatient mental health clinics. She also has experience working with seniors who desire to age-in-place as an alternative to nursing home care. Alicia’s passion is to promote quality healthcare services for the underserved. Her leadership of doctors, nurses, social workers, therapists, and administrators has produced seamless workflows and service delivery in various health settings.

Alicia enjoys cooking and baking for her friends and family. She has created many recipes and blogs about her domestic and international travel; highlighting her love for coffee. She is an author featured in a Christian documentary: Woman of Faith-Coping with Trauma, where she and four other women discuss their experiences with trauma and how they used faith to overcome it. She was also featured in THE DC AREA MOMS MAGAZINE AS MOM OF THE MONTH.

Website: www.esspressotrips.com

Social Media:

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aliciadalton_author/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sweetsations/

Books: The Let Go! Elevate Your Destiny and Forgive | I Can’t Keep Calm: He Gave Me Beauty for Ashes

#entrepreneur #podcast #onlinemedia #business #speaker #inspiration #author #empowerment #motivation

[yllem]

January Miami Trip

I got to do more work traveling in January for an in person QBR. We went to Miami, but unlike October 2021 when we stayed in South Beach, we got to see Brickell this time which was cool! The place has an interesting history.

Now... time for some back story. As this blog probably knows, I have been looking for an advancement in my role for some time. I called our new VP, Ami, on December 28th because there was an opening to manage my team. Feeling I had exhausted my efforts, I wanted to know if it might make sense to throw my name in the hat for the role. And.... she said no. Our CRO wanted to hire someone with sales experience, thus I'd be out of the running. The funny thing is that, in late October/early November she had ended a call with me saying "remind me of your career goals again. You want to be in sales?" I thought it was an interesting comment and after our boss Alissa got laid off had clicked she might have been gauging my interest in that role. She was. She did think of me. I didn't want to be the boss, so I wasn't offended. Then she mentioned the VP Sales (Craig) had just hired one of her old employees at Oracle and I felt upset. I knew it was time to quit. I told my friends I was on the hunt for a new role. I had been on Craig about the role for some time and felt frustrated. Jillian helped me fix up my resume. I applied to two places. The day one of them gets back to me about the interview, Ami asks me and this other girl to join a zoom. She fixed our crappy comp plans. She asked just me to stay on the line. There is an opportunity for me to move into Sales. I should message Jon immediately.

Sorry that paragraph was so chunky. I set up time to chat with Jon for the Friday before we went to Miami (Tuesday through Thursday). It got cancelled, but Ami gave me some advice on what to share with him. We scheduled time to talk face to face in Miami and I spent the new few days writing out all of my accolades, organizing a 30-60-90 day plan, and sharing how I'd implement it on an upcoming meeting I have. I made it pretty and bundled it in a report cover. I was ready!

In Miami Jon told me it never made sense to set me up for failure in a role, but there has never been a better time to pursue this. Can't remember all the details now, but he told me to grab time with Craig and John G (EVP) while in Miami. "I spoke to Jon, I think I have his support." He'd talk to Ami about what to do about my transition from my team.

I snagged Craig next. He was tough asking to join some of my calls, only knowing me in more social settings than professional. He reiterated over and over again that my name has come up a lot. He mentions syncing with Ami as my transition away from my role will be disruptive.

John G was the only one left. I felt nervous about this one as the most interaction we've had together is a simple handshake in October to formally meet (driven by me) and an "I liked your presentation." I started to speak, introducing why I had asked for his time and he said "so the answer is yes." I was ready to fight for my life and very surprised! He said set up time to talk about my off-boarding.

The call about my off-boarding never happens, but Ami spoke with Jon and I start April 1st! I'm nervous, but excited. Mostly proud of all the work I've done to girlboss my way up here.

[alissaalaskas]

Hii! I am Alissa. I am 21 years old and living in Germany. I am a Philosophy and German student. Meanwhile I am working at a drug store. Currently I am working on self care and self love. Through Bullet Journaling, reading and a morning and night routine, I am trying to take time for myself.

I am struggling with life. I have mental health problems. I have financial problems. I have an addiction. I am struggling with university. And then there are the normal struggles during life.

I want to be honest on this blog. I want this as my safe space. I feel like I can't be honest in real life because I have so many struggles and I don't want to be judged. I don't want to make my love ones struggle. Maybe I also find some people who can relate, who want to exchange experiences or someone who reads this and feels understand or less alone.

So, maybe you are interested for now. I would be very happy if you would like to follow my journey through university, through self care and self love and through my life. Feel free to send me a message! My messages will be open to all of you!

I hope you have a nice day and you feel good! 🌻

Mi - 01/11/23

#first post #welcome #life struggle #student life #student #Philosophy #German #self care #self love #struggle #addiction #mental health #positivity #help #community

[goodcryunicorn]

3rd Rock from the Sun || Tommy Solomon

Name: Tommy Solomon Age: 14 - 29 Relationship: single (verse depending) open for ships Sexuality: asexual Job: student Faceclaims:  Joseph Gordon Levitt; Aidan Turner; Roshon Fegan  Blog written by: @goodcryunicorn4​

 Tommy Solomon is the oldest member of the alien crew, and the information officer. Due to an unusual turn of events, he ended up being the youngest member of the Solomon family. Nephew to Harry Solomon, and Sally Solomon, and son to Dick Solomon, Tommy becomes the adolescent of the group.

Despite the change in age Tommy learns to take it in stride and uses his position as a student to get information about the history of the human race, mathematics, sciences, and other assorted subjects. Tommy begins his time on earth with a relationship with an "ice queen" named August Leffler.

Later August breaks up with him and Tommy begins going out with his lab partner Alissa Strudwick, the daughter of Dick's bitter physics rival. Throughout the course of his time on earth Tommy's body slowly ages to adulthood and eventually loses his virginity to Mary Albright's niece. At the end of his visit Tommy goes off to college and visits the Solomons from time to time.

Due to being the oldest of the unit but taken the form of the youngest, Tommy has many characteristics of an old man and his powers of reasoning is lightyears ahead of everyone else, including the rest of the aliens. He was the easiest to adapt to life on Earth and most of the unit came to him for advice as he was the one who invented their identities and backgrounds, although none of them read it. Even so, Tommy's astuteness is affected due to the biology of his form and surpassed by his emotions as his hormones and ongoing puberty caused him to pay more attention to the prospect of sex and his numerous girlfriends than the welfare of his team.

Tommy Solomon verse. Main

This verse focus on the series ‘3rd Rock from the Sun’ where Tommy is an alien send to Earth to study the humans, he is the oldest alien but on Earth he is only a teen having to deal with hormones and school. 

Tommy Solomon verse. SNL

In the two-part episode "Dick'll Take Manhattan" Tommy was a popular cast member on Saturday Night Live. He became the most popular member to the point where other cast members became jealous of his attention. 

Tommy Solomon verse. College Student

Tommy has been living on Earth for ten years now and he is now in college, 

Tommy Solomon verse. a Human Being

This verse is an AU where Tommy is just a nerdy teen human being, his father Dick, aunt Sally and uncle Harry all work for NASA which got him a scholarship with the organization.

#fandom // 3rd Rock from the Sun #3rd Rock from the Sun // Tommy Solomon #faceclaim // Joseph Gordon Levitt #faceclaim // Aidan Turner #faceclaim // Roshon Fegan #sexuality // Asexual #goodcryunicorn4

[lovelydodie]

i found peace in your violence

can't tell me there's no point in trying

i'm at one, and i've been quiet for too long.

#me #alissa blogs life #so these lyrics make me feel some type of way #also merry crisis yall!!! #id like some validation pls

[theburialofstrawberries]

On the book’s first page, our Everyman protagonist, Gerald, is engaging in an activity that might be familiar: he’s pleading with Slackbot, Slack’s automated assistant. “Help,” he types. “uninstall.” “uninstall self.” Through some accidental sorcery involving a spreadsheet, Gerald has transferred his consciousness into the app, leaving his insensible body behind in his apartment. Slackbot’s response is typical. (“I searched for that on our Help Center,” it says, before linking a series of articles on how to change one’s time zone.) Meanwhile, Gerald’s colleagues seem unfazed by his plight, which disrupts neither their workflow nor the firm’s bottom line. In fact, incorporeality makes Gerald more efficient. (He’s eventually tasked with writing a blog post about his enhanced productivity.) This state of affairs, with its echoes of remote work, is meant as a provocation—would we mourn, or even notice, the loss of one another’s bodies? (...)

The book is a marvel of mimesis. It wonderfully captures Slack’s tropes, from the broad (anxious jokes about the boss reading one’s D.M.s) to the subtle (the use of Giphy to soften an interaction). Kasulke bottles such ephemera as a co-worker’s sardonic “godspeed,” or the precise friendliness of a supervisor’s tone when she drops into the “cute” channel, where employees post pictures of their kids. (...) Doug Smorin, the boss, at one point sends a private message to Tripp, the office jerk, to thank him for having lunch with a new hire when no one else was physically in the building. “Hope it wasn’t too awkward,” Doug offers, before clumsily getting to his point. “Don’t order sushi on the company card again.”

In recent years, a group of novels—Ling Ma’s “Severance,” Halle Butler’s “The New Me,” Alissa Nutting’s “Made for Love”—have depicted the workplace as a tundra, stark and devoid of life. By contrast, Gerald’s office appears temperate, even sweet. (A last-act queer love story, which taps into the delight of realizing that two colleagues are seeing each other, is surprisingly satisfying.) But the benign vibe only underscores how estranging even the best offices can be, with their demands that we upload more and more of ourselves for work. Slack is a figure for this alienation, since no one scans as a complete person while using the app, but Kasulke doesn’t actually need it to present his case. He needs only the firm’s deadening jargon and the dehumanizing nature of its goals: reducing individuals to consumer sketches, helping suppliers with the optics of their terrible products. In a dark moment, Gerald, sounding like a cross between a stoned philosophy major and one of Chekhov’s depressive bureaucrats, lays bare the novel’s stakes. “If the only part of you that you can consciously experience is your consciousness’ experience,” he muses, “and if all of that focus is 100% turned on to the dumbest fucking bullshit shit you’ve ever read in your life . . . that’s all that you are. All I am. Isn’t it?”

Given the constraints he’s assigned himself, Kasulke is understandably curious about what aesthetic experience on a messaging app might feel like. Soon after being converted into data, Gerald grieves the loss of the physical sublime: “There’s nothing visual you can cram into a glowing rectangle that fucks with your brain quite like a sunset,” he says. Slackbot responds by showing Gerald “where we keep the sunsets”: a repository of crepuscular gifs, all playing at once. To Gerald, the spectacle is “the most beautiful thing” he has ever seen. Later, he tries to be a sunset, splintering himself across the Web, wherever people are posting the images. “The pain was shattering and enormous,” he tells a colleague.

Kasulke seems to be probing a question: Is there a digital sublime?

#this book was soooo fucking good #calvin kasulke #katy waldman

[thinveills]

hello friends and tags ! it’s been a while since i’ve shown my face on this blog but i am looking for discord partners to write with and would love to get some plots going. 

if we’ve previously written or plotted on discord, please feel free to shoot me a message there if you’re interested in writing again. 

below the cut are: plots / concepts that i’d like to write and develop, faces i’d like to play, and faces i’d like to play against. i typically write taboo, smut, and fluff plots but i am always happy to give things an edge of angst. i write male, female, and nb characters, i write doms, subs, and everything in between, and if you’d like to write with me, please give the heart a like or feel free to shoot me an im !

EDIT: feel free to ask me about the taboo server i’m in if it interests you.

plots i’d like to explore:

dark, disgusting, filthy kinky things including free use verses, cheating plots, inc*st, kidnapping, somnophilia, etc. ( it helps if you are virtually limitless, but you can view the rest of my kink list here ). 

muse a is an escort who offers a significant other package. muse b is a frequent client and so in love with muse a, muse b kidnaps them so they can live their life in love like they’re supposed to. 

a free use world that takes place on a farm resort, where guests come to use the girls kept in luxury who are owned by the farm. 

any plot where i get to play a domme who picks apart her submissives and uses them like living dolls. 

a babysitter for a wealthy couple. instead of paying her, they fuck her silly and send her home. 

poly plots !!! cheating plots !!! harem plots !!! all the multiple partners !!! 

muse a has been stalking muse b for months now. muse a has the sense that something unsettling is going on but they can’t put their finger on it — at least, that is, until muse b corners them one night and takes them for their own. 

anything supernatural — deals with devils, demons, fae, and others.

original character high fantasy things in worlds ( potentially based off of ) game of thrones, lord of the rings, or pirates of the caribbean !

cute fluffy things !!!! sweet domestic bliss for our characters !!!!

faces i’d like to write:

madelyn cline · madison beer · lily collins · maggie lindemann · whitney paige venable · dove cameron · sydney sweeney · corinna kopf · florence pugh · demi rose · corinna kopf · sadie sink · camila mendes · adeline rudolph · jessie mei li · anya taylor joy · hailee steinfeld · jessica chastain · madelaine petsch · chloe bridges · ester expósito · jordyn jones · kat mcnamara · abigail cowen · daniel sharman · douglas booth · henry cavill · jeffrey dean morgan · gavin leatherwood · adam driver · matthew daddario · timothée chalamet · chris evans · sebastian stan

faces i’d like to write against:

camila mendes · lili reinhart · margaret qualley · megan fox · lindsey morgan · abby rao · sabrina carpenter · diana silvers · victoria pedretti · kristine froseth · melissa pamuk · demet ozdemir · charlotte hope · lana condor · elizabeth gillies · shay mitchell · alissa violet · gemma chan · jon hamm · ginny gardner · jon bernthal · kj apa · chris wood · daniel sharman · cole sprouse · maxence danet-fuval · chris hemsworth · cillian murphy · charles melton · jacob elordi · pedro pascal · oscar isaac · sebastian stan · henry cavill · chris evans

#smut 1x1 #indie smut rp #kink 1x1 #discord rp #discord 1x1 #smut rp #kink rp

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Hello, my lovely vixen 💕

Who is your favorite metal lady?

😍

OMFG GUYS IT’S THE BEST BLOG ON THIS SITE IN MY INBOX IM HYPERVENTILATING! @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND LET ME JUST SAY, YOUR FICS MAKE ME LAUGH AND CRY ALL AT THE SAME TIME PLEASE DON’T EVER STOP YOUR CLYDE TRAIN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

I will do you one better my sweet dear a recommend my top five metal girls because they fuckin’ rock in this male dominant genre! 🖤

1. Alissa White-Gluz of the band Arch Enemy (aka the metal mermaid, look her ass up she’s hot and her GROWLS MAN I CANT). Top songs that showcase her talent include: The World Is Yours, You Will Know My Name, War Eternal, and The Eagle Flies Alone. DEFS RECOMMEND THEM FOR THEIR DEATH CORE MOSH PIT VIBES I WOULD DIE TO SEE HER LIVE. 

2. Tatiana Shmayluk of the band Jinjer. Honestly, I didn’t discover them until about 2 years ago and they’ve been a thing since 2009, and I am so happy to have their songs on my playlists. Her range is absolutely insane and it’s showcased in the songs Pisces, I Speak Astronomy, Sit Stay Roll Over, and Judgement. YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED IN THEM LIKE FR CHECK THEM OUT. 

3. Maria Brink of the band In This Moment. I MEAN COME ON! WE BOTH KNOW HOW FANTASTIC THIS WOMAN IS SHE’S BOTH DEVILISH AND ETHEREAL AND I WANT TO BE HER SO BADLY! The best songs from them have to be Blood, Whore, Oh Lord, Roots, The In-Between, Black Wedding, Sex Metal Barbie, Big Bad Wolf, etc I could go all night I love these guys they are metal royalty! 

4. Lzzy Hale of the band Halestorm. ANOTHER STAPLE ROCK GROUP WITH A LEAD FEMALE VOCALIST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! Favorite songs include but not limited to I Miss The Misery, Uncomfortable, Do Not Disturb, Freak Like Me, Bad Romance, Mz. Hyde, etc. again I could go on for days man they are amazing! 

5. Amy Lee of the band Evanescence. THE FUCKIN’ QUEEN OF IT ALL I MEAN FOR FUCKIN’ REAL WHO DOESN’T LIKE THEM?! BRING ME TO LIFE (AKA THE FUCKIN’ GATEWAY SONG TO METAL), My immortal, My Heart Is Broken, OMG IM LIKE IN A TIME WARP OVER ALL OF THIS! 

There are for sure like a million others that should be on this list but those are the ones off the top of my head! Thank you so much for the ask babe! I love music so much and answering music questions is one of my favorite things to do!🖤

#death metal #heavy metal #female vocalists #maria brink #amy lee #lzzy hale #tatiana shmayluk #alissa white-gluz #arch enemy #in this moment #jinjer #halestorm #evanesense #ask the beads night #ask the beads #music asks

[irvinghq]

welcome to irving, north carolina! please submit your account within 24 hours and FOLLOW EVERYONE HERE. upon submission, character intros should be posted within 24 hours and tagged with #IRVINGINTRO. starters may be posted under #IRVINGSTART. we will message blogs individually with the link to our discord chat which is entirely optional. please message us if you require any extensions or have any questions!

* madison bailey , cisfemale + her/she | you know aisha washington , right? they’re twenty three , and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their entire life ? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to traitor by olivia rodrigo like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that high ponytail with a perky smile , gym bag filled with dance equipment , and gymnastic trophies around her bedroom thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december & 21, so they’re a sagittarius , which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( blue, 22 ,cst, her/she ) *alissa’s mentee wc*

#mumu rp #town rp #beach rp #active rp #appless rp #accepted

[tookawalkintheclouds]

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