#also it's just so so so wonderful and freeing looking at the variety of music taste in the scene subculture

[agelenopsis-potteri]

i love you furries i love you scene kids i love you cutesy over-the-top fashion i love you hot pink i love you raccoon hair stripes i love you fingerless gloves i love you neon colours i love you i love you i love you

#i'm looking at a furry tiktok compilation #it makes me soooo happy #once my hair is grown out in like... another two years or so i'm getting it professionally dyed rainbow and i might add raccoon stripes #cuz they're fun!! i don't know how to style loose hair and i frankly don't have the energy for it #BUT. if i put them like sideburns then if i braid my hair i can leave them down and that would be so cute #with the rainbow all braided and the stripey bits hanging down.. i like braiding my hair. that sounds like a good option #just two years and it'll be long enough to fully braid #also it's just so so so wonderful and freeing looking at the variety of music taste in the scene subculture #i don't think it's all good music but it's FUN and that's what counts for me. it's bright and colourful and fun and funky

[wrayah]

wriothesley x fem!sub!reader

prompt: "you seem more sensitive than usual" by a-cure-for-writers-block 𖹭

notes: i was torn between writing calm and composed wirothesley or sex crazy writohesley but ended up staying calm ! mayve a next time ;)

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), choking, pet names, foreplay, fingering, penetration, no protection, curse words

oh, how wonderful you were.

He loved it when you came to visit him at his office, it always made him feel better after a long and boring day at work. Your mere presence brightened up his day, especially when you looked as beautiful as you did today. 

The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you were dressed, and oh the way you were leaning so seductively and yet so innocently against his desk next to him, lower butt resting gently on its edge... fuck.

He tried to keep focus, he needed to finish some paperwork before moving to you. He couldn't help but keep glancing at your exposed thighs, thanking Celestia that you wore a skirt that day. You were mindlessly looking around the room, eyeing the variety of books on the shelves. As he kept working with his right hand, his left hand came to caress your thigh from beneath your skirt. You squeaked in surprise, not expecting him to do that. 

His hand was warm against your soft skin, thumb rubbing circles on your outer thigh, making you lightly tremble. He chuckled lowly, still looking at the dossier in his other hand. His hand lightly traveled up, resting at the very top of your thigh, fingers close to your warming crotch. He rested his hand on your underwear, putting in light pressure, just enough to make your breathing speed up. You spread your legs slightly to give his hand enough room to move around, letting the cold air of the room hit your skin.

His thumb started to draw small slow circles on your clit. You gasped audibly, cheeks reddening from embarrassment but also from desire. 

"Everything alright, my dear?" Writohesley asked as his hand went inside your panties, now fully feeling the warmth emanating from underneath. You mewled as his fingers finally touched you, rubbing slowly up and down on your cunt, teasing it.

The sounds you made as he continued toying with you were like music to his ears, he only wanted to hear more and more of that sweet harmony. You shook as your clit continued to be played with, pleasure invading your body. He knew his way around, how, where, and when to touch you. He was so good at turning you into a panting mess.

He put his papers down, no longer able to concentrate, and looked at you. You were red, head falling forth, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and hands clenching the edge of the desk. 

Oh, how he loved to see you like this, he just wanted to take you right there and then but the moment must be savored correctly.

He removed his hand and swiftly removed your underwear with his now two free hands. He scooted you in front of him on his desk and sat back, hands on your thighs, admiring the view of your exposed wet core and heaving body.

"You seem more sensitive than usual." He came forth, head lowering to your thighs. He placed soft gentle kisses here and there, slowly moving up. "Why's that?"

He didn't let you answer, his middle and ring finger swiftly slid inside your pussy and began to rhythmically move in and out. Your head fell back as a breathy moan escaped your throat. 

"You like that?" He asked, sitting back up as his fingers kept thrusting into you. He chuckled as you nodded frantically, mouth agape letting out sweet little sounds. He began to slow his pace, fingers now easing in and out slowly, rubbing against your upper wall, making your thighs clench. He thought it was cute how you were trying to be quiet to not alarm any passerby, it amused him.

Without stopping his hand, he got up and got close to your body, the other hand gripping your spread thigh. 

His eyes were so intense, he was just as horny as you were yet he kept his composure so easily, unlike you. Your eyes locked and he smirked at your expression. Fuck, you needed him.

"Wrio..." You called in between breaths, voice shaky.

"What is it, princess?" He asked, leaving kisses on your cheek and neck. His fingers moved back to the outside, coming back to circle your clit lightly.

You looked into his eyes, yearning for him. "I want you, please..."

His expression shifted slightly, he wanted to pounce on you so badly. "You ask so nicely, I couldn't possibly say no."

He removed his hands from your body and began to undo his pants, lowering them and his underwear so he could free his cock. You licked your lips as you watched it bounce out of its hiding spot. He grabbed behind the lower part of your thighs and brought them up, making you sit with your legs up, his dick sat on your cunt. He began thrusting slowly, rubbing against you. You both let out sighs of pleasure, the physical contact felt so great.

After a few thrusts, his dick had gotten wet enough and he was able to slide in with ease. He let out a raspy moan, you were so tight around him.

"Fuck, princess, you feel so good." He continued to slide in slowly, letting you adjust to his girth. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan as he reached the back. He rocked his hips while he stayed in place, rubbing against your back walls and almost making you scream.

After a short while of teasing, he finally began thrusting in and out at a rapid pace, clenching your thighs, his nails leaving marks on your tender flesh. You were doing your very best to stay sat, your body was beginning to feel weak, your forearms supporting your upper weight on the desk. 

His hips snapped against your butt rapidly, he was picking up the pace but it was getting sloppier with each thrust. You were looking at where your bodies met all the while, it mesmerized and excited you to see his length disappear into your core.

"Look at me, baby" He grunted as your walls tightened around him, letting out a few curses. You did as told and you felt your body explode when your eyes finally met. "You wanna take it? Wanna take all of it?"

He was losing himself in you, moving faster and faster, sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the room. He almost looked animalistic.

"Yes- fuck, please Wrio!" 

That was all he needed, hearing you beg. He fucked you senselessly, you weren't even able to make coherent sounds as he rammed into you, only short successive moans.

One last deep thrust and he came deep inside you, letting out deep raspy moans, riding out his high as he filled you up nicely. Your legs shook violently, feeling his seed inside you being just enough to send you to heaven as well. 

You lay back on the desk, catching your breath as you came down from your high. He pulled out slowly, both sighing as he finally slipped out. He sat back on his chair and caressed your thighs again.

He looked at the papers he had previously put down. Perhaps now with a clear mind, he could finish them.

© wrayah, 2024

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley x you #fem reader #wrio smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley smut #fanfic

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Mirotic

warnings: college!au frat party setting cuz i live vicariously thru fics, chan and reader are music majors, mirror sex, dirty talk, oral(f receiving), hair pulling, semi-rough sex, cocky chan, slim thick reader(really i just mention readers ass a lot), some self deprecating comments, weed usage, unprotected sex, squirting, having sex on someone else’s bed, i think that’s it lol

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts forever and I just never finished it. think imma start working on an ateez fic after i post this one but we’ll see. hope whoever reads this is having a good day/night and that you enjoy it! ~ nero

chan x female reader

word count: 5.4k

You parked your car on the side of the street knowing that it would be the easiest way for you to get back after leaving the party. You were coming up on the end of the semester and your friend Jisung was adamant that you needed to take a break. Take the edge off the imposing doom of finals and come to the party his frat was hosting. The aura frat parties brought was never really your essence, but you’d never turn down a free drink so you thought why not. 

Stepping out of the car and brushing out your skirt you shut the door and began the trek to the building. You could hear the bass from the music echo outside, neon lights adorning the front of the frat and you felt your stomach drop a little. Suddenly feeling somewhat nervous. 

I wonder if Chan is gonna be here tonight

You thought to yourself and suddenly you became critical of your outfit. It’s not that you looked bad, it’s just now you were wondering if it would catch enough of his attention. 

Chan was one of Jisung’s best friends. He wasn’t in the frat technically, but he was around so much that they almost considered him an honorary member. Chan had also been in your music theory classes for the past three years and over time you developed a small crush on him but had never done anything about it. You’d much rather chew on your crush, hiding it in the deepest parts of yourself and keep it platonic rather than embarrass yourself by outing your feelings. 

You finally reached the front steps of the frat house only to be greeted by none other than Chan himself.

“Hey! Y/n, how are you? I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.”

He held his red solo cup out to the side so he could give you a hug

“Hey Chan, I didn’t know you were gonna be here either. Ji insisted that I needed to take a break from preparing for finals.” you chuckled out

“Ugh, tell me about it. I know juries are coming up in a few weeks but I have no motivation to work on my pieces.”

“That’s exactly how I feel! But ya know we’re so close to being done we might as well just power through, ya know.”

Chan sighed

“Yeah, you’re right, but still.”

Letting out an airy chuckle, his attention seemed to divert for a moment. You looked at him trying to figure out where his mind went and you almost didn’t catch it, but you caught him raking over your body.

“Wanna go grab a drink? I feel bad keeping you right here at the door”

You nodded, following him inside the front door. Passing through the entryway, you realized how packed it was this time around. This wasn’t your first party Jisung invited you to, but it was definitely the first one where the house was almost completely packed. Forcing you to slide sideways through crowds of people

Guess everyone needed the night off

“Y/N, do you want punch or something from one of the coolers?”

It wasn’t Chan’s voice that brought you out of your thoughts but rather his hand resting on your lower back and his head coming to your ear so that you could hear.

“Ummm, I think I’ll do the punch for now. Are there any truly’s in the cooler?”

“I think so yeah.”

Walking over to the cooler you bent down to sift through all the cans. What you didn’t realize was that while you were digging through the variety of drinks, Chan was watching your every move. Watching every curve of your body bend with the way you moved. He almost lost his composure watching you finally stand up from your crouched position, your skirt riding up a tiny bit and your ass being accentuated. Turning around he had a solo cup waiting for you.

Shaking the truly can you looked at him and smiled

“Gotta add just a little extra”

“Oh, my bad I guess I should’ve asked”

You furrowed your brow wondering what he meant until you looked down at the cup and saw that he had filled it nearly to the brim

“God damn Chris! I know you’re a giver but shit!”

You laughed out. Taking the cup, you brought it to your lips and sucked down about a quarter of the punch so that you’d have room to add your truly to the mix in the cup. 

“It will never not amaze me how you put away alcohol. It’s impressive honestly.”

You looked up at him after meticulously topping off your drink and finishing the truly in one go.

“It’s just cuz I’m fat, it takes a lil longer to metabolize for me. I feel it but not quickly.”

Chan rolled his eyes and looked at you with a slight glare.

“I’m kidding, damn! You don’t gotta eat me alive with your eyeballs”

“Y/N, you know I don’t vibe with you talking bad about yourself”

“But is it really talking bad about me if it’s a joke? Cause if that’s the case, I got a lot of beef with how you talk about yourself.”

Chan went to open his mouth but then immediately closed it after he considered that you were also right.

“That’s what I thought”

You smiled to yourself, finding amusement in the situation.

“Have you seen Ji, by the way? I wanna say hi to him before I forget tonight.”

Chan whipped his head towards you

“You plan on drinking that much??”

“Only if I get left unattended.”

“Well, then I guess that means you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of the night. And actually, I think he’s upstairs at the pong table.”

“Shall we go?”

Chan nodded and held his hand out. You eagerly took it while he led you through the house and up to the second level in the loft where the ping pong table was. There was already a game of beer pong in play so you just watched off to the side, noticing that Jisung had his turn next. Walking up to the edge of the table he noticed the two of you standing off to the side.

“Hey lovebirds! Lemme get this shot real quick”

Chan removed his hand from yours, Jisung’s comment making the blood rush to his ears. You paid no mind to it, even though you did kinda miss the feeling of his hand in yours. Jisung tossed his ball and it sank into a cup almost in slow motion

How is he always so good at this game?

He threw his fists in the air and walked over to you guys. Giving Chan a bear hug, he softened his body language when he turned to you.

“You made it!”

“Yes, I did. I figured you were right”

You giggled out.

“So what was with the hand holding? Y’all finally together?” 

Unbeknownst to you, Jisung was teasing Chan. Chan had told Jisung in passing that he may have a crush on you. You also had told Jisung about your crush on Chan but never expected him to do anything about it. Obviously, Jisung had other plans that he informed neither of you about. He was trying his best to take advantage of this information and see if he could get it out of him in front of you. But before Chan could answer, you but in, saving him from his own embarrassment.

“Ji, it’s not like that! He just gave me his hand so it’d be easier to come up here. There are hella people downstairs. It’s crazy!”

You widened your eyes as a small warning to Jisung not to push it any further. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Uh huh, whatever you say.”

You sucked your teeth and looked down the hallway trying to hide your own embarrassment. Searching for another topic quickly your eyes widened again. 

“Ji! Is your balcony “off limits” tonight?”

“Yesss. Why you ask?”

“Well I might have a lil something something that I’d like to put to use”

“If you’ve got an extra joint to put in my nightstand by all means head to my room”

You hugged him, more than excited to get faded tonight as well. You looked over at Chan trying to get a gauge on where he was, but you couldn’t quite read him.

“Channnn, what you wanna do right now?”

“Huh, uhh, I kinda wanna play a round of pong”

You and Jisung spoke in unison

“For real?!”

Your mouth hung open and Jisung took the reigns

“Dude I haven’t seen you play literally since freshman year. You think you still good?”

“I used to whoop your ass at this Hannie, don’t get cocky now.”

Jisung laughed, bringing his hands together to rub.

“Well, if you’re playing that means Y/n’s gotta play too.”

“What?! Why me?”

“Cause baby, you never play and you should”

“Well, what’s in it for me?”

Chan set his cup down on the banister he was leaning on and faced you fully.

“How bout we make a bet? You be on Jisung’s team 'cause he’s gonna need help and then we can bet for the winner.”

Jisung’s mouth hung open.

“You’re wrong for that one man.”

Chan just laughed.

“If you guys win, you can pick a punishment of whatever for me. I’ll give you time to think about it since I know how you are. But if I win…I get to smoke whatever you brought over and..”

He paused, leaning down to your ear to whisper the next part

“...I get to fuck you.”

Your eyes widened and your heart rate sped up. Heat immediately pooled between your thighs and you weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol finally taking over, Chan’s bet throwing you into an overdrive, or both. You took a deep breath and held your hand out.

“Deal.”

Jisung was looking at the two of you, wondering what the second part of the bet was. Narrowing his eyes he walked back over to the table to set up the cups for another round.

Needless to say, having Jisung as a partner was straight ass. He’d get a few good shots here and there, but Chan was a beast at the game for no reason. You really didn’t stand a chance from the beginning. With one last cup on either side, it was your shot. Your ball hit the edge of the cup on Chan’s side and you dropped your head in defeat. 

You didn’t even wanna give Chan the chance to shoot his ball because you knew he’d make it anyway. So, you picked up the cup and began to bring it to your lips, but before you could, you felt liquid splash into your face. Looking down in the cup you saw the ping pong ball floating in your cup and you looked over a Chan to see his tongue in his cheek smiling. 

“Asshole.”

You called out over the music.

“Ji you fucking suck!”

You laughed while pushing him on his shoulder

“Hey, I never said I was good baby. I just said I liked to play.”

Jisung came to your ear to whisper something

“What was the second half of his bet?”

You moved so he could hear you.

“I’ll tell you later.”

You giggled and chugged back the liquid in the cup. Chan walked over to your side of the table and motioned down the hallway.

“Wanna go smoke?”

“Uhh, yeah sure. Ji, you cool if we go?”

“Yeah that’s fine, just don't fuck on my bed.”

“Ohhh my god, dude.”

Chan chuckled but you were already making your way down the hallway, Jisung called out to you

“Make sure to leave the joint please!”

“Got it dickhead!”

“Love you!”

“Sure you do”

You mumbled under your breath. Making your way to his door, you walked in and waited for Chan to catch up. Once he did, you locked the door to make sure no one else would try and come out to the balcony as well. Digging in your bag, you found the joint and left it on his bedside table, and left an extra lighter. Knowing Jisung he probably lost the last one anyway. Turning around, you looked at Chan.

“Okay so I only have my bubbler because my pipe is gross, are you cool with that?”

“It’s your weed how am I gonna tell you how to smoke it?”

“Well part of your bet was to smoke my shit so I just wanted to make sure”

You chuckled a bit to make sure he knew that your comment was said in jest. You walked to the balcony door and laid out your stuff so you could pack a bowl. Chan followed you outside but didn’t say anything. You could tell he wanted to but he was holding back.

“Sooo, about your bet…you wanna fuck me?”

“Y/N, I- I don’t know what came over me when I said that, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Really it’s up to you and if you don’t want to then that’s cool too. Really, I don’t wanna ruin shit between us.”

You smiled to yourself as you finished filling the bubbler with water. 

“Who said I didn’t want to?” 

You looked up at him, eyes doe-like. The angle that you were at making him feel a little unhinged. You were on the floor setting everything up in fear of something falling out of your hands. So the way your eyes translated from the floor up to him, he felt his cock twitch behind the stiffness of his jeans.

“Wait, you want to?”

“Don’t you hear good? I just said that.”

You laughed again, your heart racing and now nerves were getting to you. You felt it on the tip of your tongue. You wanted to say it, to finally tell him but you didn’t want him to run away. 

Fuck it. 

“I… kinda like, like you like you. So I’m not terribly opposed to the idea of having sex with you. I want to actually”

Silence. Your heart dropped to your ass. You just fucked up. Handing the bubbler up to him, he simultaneously was coming down to your level to sit across from you. Wanting to change the subject you spoke again.

“Winner hits first. And please corner the bowl and not set the whole thing on fire, you dork.”

He looked up at you and something in his eyes had changed. He looked a lot less nervous. Before taking his hit he looked at you again and opened his mouth to speak.

“I like you like you too.”

He smiled and took a hit from the bowl. 

“Shut up.”

“I do!” 

Even in the pale moonlight shining on the both of you, you could tell he was going red again. 

“Gimme the weed before I start screaming. I can’t believe this. How long?”

You took a long hit. 

“How long what?”

Holding in the smoke and exhaling slowly, you handed the bubbler back to Chan. 

“How long have you liked me for?” 

“Since our second semester in freshman year…”

“Freshman year?!! Dude you’ve been holding out on me.”

He took his drag and handed the bubbler back to you. 

“What about you?”

You looked up at him, hinting at your answer. 

“It’s the same time wasn't it?” 

“…yeah.”

You bowed your head embarrassed once again

“So You have no room to talk!” 

Before you spoke you felt your body fall into its state of being crossed. Suddenly your eyes became heavy and you felt your reservations begin to melt away. 

“Yeah but you’re the man! You’re supposed to tell me first!” you said giggling

“Yeah, and you’re hot! So I was nervous every time I came around you. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t wanna mess up our friendship.” 

You took another hit before handing it back to Chan. 

“God. We’re both idiots.” 

You slammed your face in your palm and waited for Chan to finish. He went to hand it back but you passed your turn, knowing you had already hit your peak. 

“You finish it, I'm gone.” 

You watched him light the last of the bowl and something about the way he looked doing it sent palpitations straight to your core. You were fluttering around nothing and couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted him and you wanted him bad. But you refused to make the first move, you couldn’t. You had too much pride. You shifted your position, and the pressure from your legs made your eyes wanna roll to the back of your head. Watching him clear the smoke and blow it away from you sent you over the edge.

He’s so hot

As if he knew your thoughts, he turned to look at you, his tongue buried in his cheek again with a smug grin. 

“Whatcha thinking about Y/n?” 

“You.”

Your mouth moved before your brain did and you didn’t entirely regret it. 

“Really now?”

Chan leaned forward and you bit your lip looking at him through hooded eyelids. 

“Mhmm”

Chan placed the bubbler on the ground and you placed a hand on his knee, slowly making your way up his thigh. You looked at him again head on, and the look in his eyes was completely blown over by lust. 

“Why don’t you come over here”

He chided. His smirk annoyed you but also set you ablaze. You untangled your legs and moved to straddle yourself across his lap. You wrapped your hands around his neck, one of your hands finding solace near the nape of his neck playing with his hair. Your eyes dropped to his lips and traced his face back up to his eyes, teasing him while also searching for permission. But again, your pride wouldn’t let you make the first move. You wanted him to show that he wanted you, but you so desperately needed friction.

You moved to reposition yourself, but in doing so you felt his bulge. His hands moved down to your ass, grabbing handfuls of the fat. Your eyebrows furrowed upwards, desire wreaking your sense of self. 

“You’re hard already? I haven’t even done anything”

“Can’t help it when you’ve got the sexiest girl sitting in your lap. And this ass… fuck”

He moaned out and guided your hips to roll over his jean clad cock one more time. 

“I need you, Y/N. But I need you to tell me you need me too because once I start I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then have me however you want, Chris. I need you so bad. Please, make me feel good.”

You whined out, rolling your hips against him one more time. He grabbed your face and his lips were on yours. Years of hidden desire and pleasure unleashed the moment your lips touched. You both had wanted this for so long and now the feeling of finally having him on you was almost too much to handle. His hands found their way back down to your ass again, squeezing and molding the flesh however he pleased. You moaned into his mouth, the licentious amalgamation of his mouth and his groping was enough to have your panties begin to stick to your lips. 

Chan swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, seeking access to something that was already granted. Your tongues didn’t battle for dominance but rather battled all the lost time you two had created. There was lust, love, and a burning need for each other being expressed. His hands moved toward the hem of your shirt and you swiped it off your torso immediately. His hands reached around your back to remove your bra and as it fell his lips wrapped around your nipple. You moaned out, throwing your head back and grasping his hair in your hand.

“Shit~Chan.”

You felt him smile against you and you pulled away to look at him. He motioned you to move back, and as you stood up, he followed you and then pressed your back against the door to the balcony. His hands wrapped around your face and neck again, cradling you as he smashed his lips against your own. 

His hands traveled down your ass groping you once more, but what surprised you was what came out of his mouth next. 

“Jump.”

“What?”

“You heard me baby, jump.”

“But ion wann-”

“I said jump. I promise you, we’ll be fine.”

Shutting your brain off for a moment you listened to him. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine and another flutter to your core. You jumped and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He opened the door and placed you on Han’s bed. Chan crawled up to you, his face lingering over yours. He left a trail of kisses starting from your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts and he found himself again with his lips wrapped around your nipple. He continued his trail down to the hem of your skirt before you stopped him.

“Chan, wait. Ji said to not have sex in his bed.”

“What, are you gonna tell him?’

“Well, no.”

“Then we didn’t do anything in his bed.”

He smiled and almost made his way back to his destination before you stopped him with a whine.

“What is it, baby?”

“You still have your shirt on, it’s not fair”

Chan chuckled but swiftly removed himself from his shirt.

“Better?”

“Much.”

You smiled before he made his way back to the hem of your skirt and pulled it down exposing your black lace lined panties. 

“Aww, how cute. You were expecting something weren’t you?” 

“N-no. I just wanted to wear them.”

“Whatever you say, baby. But I have to ask, can I take them off of you now?”

“Fuck, please do.”

You moaned out and as soon as you gave the okay, you felt the cool air greet your wet pussy. 

“Such pretty little pussy. Can I eat you out, baby?”

“Fuckin hell Chris, please. Please do whatever you want to me. I want you in every way you can imah~!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Chan’s tongue swiped up your folds and his tongue played with your clit like a little bell. Swiping back and forth, up and down, he was eating you out as if you were his final meal.

“Shit shit shit, Chris. Oh my god”

He smiled against you.

“Fuck princess, say my name like that again.”

“Ch-chris! Shit, you’re so good at thi-”

You moaned out again, your back arching away from the bed as he entered two fingers into your wet cavern. Gripping at his locks, you felt the heat begin to stew in your lower body. It was like electricity was flowing through your lower half and you wanted nothing more than to implode on yourself.

“Channie, I’m about to cum, please don’t stop.”

“C'mon Y/N, you know what to call me. Don’t slip up or I’ll have to stop.”

“No no no Chris, please, please don’t stop. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg.”

He dove back into your center, picking up the pace slightly as he curled his fingers inside of you. You began to flutter around him incessantly, your orgasm just on the precipice. The pressure that was building was almost unbearable and you couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“Chris, I-I”

“C’mon baby, cum for me”

That was all you needed. His permission and with that you came around him. It felt like such a big release. You couldn’t tell if your orgasm was that intense because what you had been wishing for had finally happened or if the fact of you being crossed was the culprit.

“Y/n, that has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Han’s gonna be upset though.”

You looked at him confused. 

“What do you mean”

Chan looked down and you followed his eyes to the puddle that was seeping through the duvet cover on Han’s bed. Mortified you shoved your face in your hands. You were about to apologize when Chan moved your hands away from your face.

“Don’t you even think about apologizing. That was one of the sexiest things you’ve done this entire night and I kinda want to see if I can make you do it again.”

He smiled at you, but you could see the devious intent behind his kind facade. 

“Now I’d love to sit and admire you, but I really need to be inside of you Y/N.”

Chan moved from the bed to peel off his pants and he climbed back over you.

“Condom?”

“I’m uh, I’m on the pill”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, 100%. I want to feel you, all of you.”

“Fuckin hell baby, alright.”

Chan looked at you one last time before lining himself up with your entrance. He teased just his head and you mewled against him, trying to shove yourself down onto him. He chuckled before fully sheathing himself within you. You both moaned as he entered you fully, your breath hitching as he did. He started with a slow pace, so slow that it was agonizing. 

“Chris. Please, faster. I can’t take it.” 

“I’m not sure if you can take it, baby. I need to stretch you out a bit more, get you used to me” 

You gripped at the sheets moaning again

“I can take it. Please, please just go faster! Have me however you want. Make me yours.” 

At the end of your begging, you saw a switch flip. As if the sweetness that was Chan faded away and the person you were left with was far more immoral. Left with someone stricken by the pangs of lust and willing to do anything to satiate it. 

“God, you’re so fuckin hot” 

Chan picked up his pace and you realized you really weren’t ready. Chan grabbed your hips and began drilling into you. His cock was reaching you in places you never thought of. The tip of it kissed your cervix with every thrust and the pain transformed immediately into paramount pleasure. You could feel the ridges of his cock sliding in and out of you and you felt your senses start to become overstimulated. 

“Chris, fuck. Fuck oh my god!”

Chan looked down at you 

“Yeah? You feel good baby?”

“Yes, oh my god. Fuck you’re so big” 

You began fluttering around him again and your nails found themselves sliding down his back. Marking him as your own. He moaned out at the stimulation. 

“Wanna make sure everyone knows I’m yours, baby?”

You whimpered with a nod and rolled your head back into the bed. Suddenly he pulled out of you. Before you could complain why he had you flipped over on your hands and knees and reentered you from behind. 

“Fuuuckk. Chris!” 

“Oh, baby. Look at this ass, you’re so fuckin sexy.” 

With each thrust, the fat of your ass rippled against him and it made him feel just a bit more untamed. Chan was grabbing at your ass, moving it counter with his thrusts. His hand then trailed down your back to wrap in your hair and when you looked up you saw yourself in the mirror behind Han’s bed. 

“Look at my baby. All fucked out just from me, hmm?”

All you could do was moan in response. Thoughts were not coming in full, especially with the view of yourself looking right back at you. 

“Too dumb to answer me Y/N? Have I fucked you dumb, baby?”

Moaning out again you found your voice 

“Yes, yes! Just for you. All for you. You make me feel this good, Chris.” 

Chan removed his hand from your hair and wrapped it around your neck instead, pressing on the pressure points underneath your jaw. You squeezed around him, the choking sensation bringing you to your peak faster than you thought. 

“Aww my baby’s a little filthy, isn’t she? She likes being choked. I wonder what other filthy things you want me to do to you” 

You moaned out his dirty talk bringing you right to the edge. 

“Chris, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Please, please let me cum.” 

You practically sobbed. He was making you feel so good and you couldn’t handle it. His hand came down to rub your clit and bring you to the release you’ve been craving since he entered you. 

“Cum baby. Cum around me. Just one more time I know you can do it.” 

And there it was. Just as abrupt as the last, your orgasm shook you. Your core vibrating with waves of pleasure and your pussy squeezing around Chan’s cock. You began heavy breathing as Chan fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Please, cum inside me, Chris. I wanna feel you fill me up.” 

That was what pushed him over the edge. You felt his ropes of hot cum splat and pool against your walls. His moans landing right in your ear with his head resting against your shoulder blades. He slowed his pace down, riding out the waves of his orgasm. Pulling out slowly he rolled over onto his back and you did the same. 

“You squirted again.”

“Again?!! What the hell.”

He laughed 

“I don’t know why you’re embarrassed by it. It tells me I’m doing a good job. So I’m not complaining.” 

“You’re gross” 

You punched his arm lightly. 

“Says the one that begged me to fill them up” 

“God please don’t repeat what I said out loud I’m gonna wanna run away.”

“But it’s so hot Y/N. You’re so beautiful and then the dirty little things that fall from your mouth. God. I can’t help but replay it.” 

You rolled on your side to look at him 

“Soo…”

“Sooour”

“I do not say it like that” 

“Yes, you do Chan.” 

Now the both of you were laughing both glowing in the aftermath of sex and finally confessing to each other. He moved a piece of hair from your face and looked at you with eyes full of wonder. 

“So I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I really do like you and I want us to continue this beyond just sex…so be my girlfriend?” 

“I think that’s the most forward I’ve ever heard you be.” 

“Oh shut up, just answer the question.”

“I’d love to” 

He made a small yes and double fisted at your answer 

“I think we should get food in the morning to celebrate our discovery about each other.” 

You laughed

“You’re such a dork. I think we should get food now because I am suffering severely from the munchies” 

A hearty laugh left him. His eyes crinkled and that smile that you love so much was plastered on his face. 

“One problem though.” 

He turned and pulled you closer to him, to which you moved to straddle him again. 

“We somehow gotta change Jisung’s sheets before he finds out.”

Chan sat up and you felt his cock begin to harden again. 

“We’ll I kinda want another round with you before we fully clean up.”

“I’m up for that” 

“Yeah?”

You nodded quickly and smiled at him before landing your lips on his. Grinding against him you felt him become fully hard again and before you two could continue you heard the lock on Jisung’s door turn to open. 

“Oh, c'mon! I thought I said to not fuck on my bed.”

#bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #bang chan fanfic #stray kids fanfic #bang chan #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop imagines

[fatuismooches]

Hii! I was wondering if you could write some more general Columbina relationship headcanons,, maybe like how she might show her affection to her s/o or what her day to day life might include with her s/o! Just general fluff with a non-fragile reader please. My sapphic heart craves for her💛💛 (also if your requests aren’t open you can just woosh this away :D I hope you’re having a good day/night)

♡𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬♡

synopsis: What is it like being in a relationship with Columbina?

includes: columbina w/ gn! reader

notes: Your wish is my command. I've been meaning to write more for the Harbinger ladies because they deserve it! I hope you enjoy this nonnie, lots of fluff as requested. <3

Columbina, Columbina, the fairest of them all. She doesn’t seem to care for many things, and not much is known about her, leaving even the Harbingers stumped. But one thing is for certain, she definitely holds some kind of affection for you. And she makes it horribly known to everyone. Columbina holds physical affection close to her heart. She craves being the little spoon. She likes to make herself tiny too, curling up into a half-fetal position.

She likes to bite you. Yes, I said bite you. Affectionately of course, but nothing can ever truly prepare you for that sudden nick of pain that you never see coming. She often likes to drape herself over your back, so your neck often is the victim of her tender chomping. Luckily she never does it hard enough to leave marks, but it is certainly… enigmatic. Columbina is honestly a strange character in general. Quite unlike anyone else, but if there’s one thing about her, is that she loves to receive and give quality time. You are always with her, and she is always with you. She is genuinely never bored of your presence and could sing a new song of you every day. And if it wasn’t obvious enough, she’s huge on physical touch. No one outdoes her.

In like, a non-Fatui life, I see her liking to sleep in with you until late. Don’t ever try to drag her out of bed, at least not in the morning. She’s literally a demon if she’s woken up before her usual time. Most of the time, you’re looped into this routine too. She has a tendency to somehow have all of her limbs intertwined with yours to prevent you from moving. But there are times when you manage to break free. Columbina will be pouty but make her breakfast in bed. Instant forgiveness. She seems like the kind of girl to love pancakes with whipped cream and fruits and chocolate. Also loves her coffee to be pretty looking. 

If you two do manage to get up in the morning, it goes by very slowly. Inching off the bed a centimeter at a time, the sheets dragging along with you. You carrying Columbina to the bathroom for a very lazy bath and her repeatedly falling asleep again. Lots of bubbles and self-care go on. Also, would be happy to gift you matching hair clips and veils. She would be happy to gift you anything actually. Treasures anything you give her, and probably has a wall in her bedroom for anything you give her. Listening to music together is a must. You two have a few shared playlists for a variety of moods like ♡Songs that remind me of you♡ and ♡Date Night♡. Also tends to steal your headphones because she loses hers sometimes. Her room is super aesthetically pleasing but things tend to get lost with the amount of stuff she has in there. You’ve tripped on stuff more times than you liked to admit. You two like to play cozy games like Animal Crossing late at night, bundled up together. She always makes new outfits for the two of you on there, but she’s also a tease and digs holes in your island sometimes. Speaking of, she would love to have matching clothes/aesthetics with you. Columbina knows all of the good sites and stores to buy from and will make sure both of you look good. Also, I don’t know why, but I can see her playing like, a super elegant instrument, like the harp. She’s literally the embodiment of an angel when she plays and sings!

While we’re on this topic, something Columbina appreciates greatly from you is acts of service. Really, it doesn’t even have to be anything grand, but she values and also notices anything you do for her, even if it’s something small. She might seem off in her own little world to others, but she is quite perceptive as to what goes on around her. Brush her hair and get rid of the knots, help dress her, she even loves having you feed her while she lays on your shoulder. If you couldn’t tell, she loves being taken care of and pampered. <3 And, even though she has a small figure, she likes to share her coat with you. It’s not really big enough to fit the two of you together, but she still loves to do it. Columbina also does the same with blankets and holds you hostage in them with her. She also thinks it’s adorable when you fight for her in battle, standing in front of her protectively. She’s the third Harbinger, yet you still insist on protecting her? Haha, she should be the one doing that as she forces you to take a seat and let her obliterate everyone.

Even in the Fatui she’s rather elusive. It’s hard to catch her, which is kind of a blessing for those in her squad, but it’s kind of a curse as well because she can pop out of nowhere behind people and give them a heart attack. Even you can never predict when she’ll appear. She’s very quiet on her feet. Once you looked up and she was hanging upside down with a smile on her face. You screamed and she laughed. Columbina’s also the type to skip out on Fatui meetings and hang out with you instead despite her high ranking. They’re so dreadfully dull, even boring her patient soul. Pierro has long stopped getting upset. In any case, if she really does have to go somewhere, she still refuses to go unless she gets multiple ‘goodbye and have a nice day’ kisses. Also, if the theory that she’s a fallen angel from Celestia is true, then she gets a bit emotional when you rub her wings. They’re very sensitive and she might accidentally hit you with them.

Though, I feel like she is also the secretive type. She isn’t trying to be malicious, no, but as I said she is elusive. So if there’s something she doesn’t want to answer, she can hum and answer in a sing-song voice to skillfully divert the conversation elsewhere. Columbina isn’t trying to hurt you, it’s the opposite. For all of her airheadedness, she is aware of some cold, hard truths, far more than you may think. So, let her protect you, please. She really does love you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #columbina x reader #genshin columbina #columbina #columbina genshin #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

[ladyhallen]

Regarding Venti

Venti sometimes wondered if he shouldn’t have left so fast after the war.

It boggles the mind, sometimes, that people think he’s just the God of the Wind and of Freedom. When he hides his Glory and lives with his own people, he hears people talk and is just amused.

It had taken a while for him to accept that they didn’t know his other names, simply because he didn’t bother to tell them when he’d finally ascended.

Vanessa had come close to asking, but in the end, even she had been to cautious and far too busy to ask more. Simply put, there was no one around Venti who could ask because they didn’t have the gall to do so.

If anyone ever really asked, he was also the God of Music, of Hope and of Time. The wind, which carried all the songs that came from the past, the present and the future. Music that inspired songs and rebellion and change. And time, which flowed unfettered like an unstoppable river.

Venti loved being known as just the God of Freedom though. It made people underestimate him. It made them complacent.

His nation was free, simply because people took one look at it and thought there was nothing valuable to take.

They weren’t like Liyue, with its Mora and it’s economy. Nor were they like Inazuma with its variety of exports. Nor were they like Sumeru with its teeming mass of knowledge.

Mondstadt was simple. It was a nation of Freedom that did not infringe on the rights of others. It had its own exports that was overshadowed by Inazuma, economy that was overshadowed by Liyue and library dwarfed by Sumeru and justice court that paled in comparison to Fontaine.

But people failed to see that Mondstadt had calm winds that did not blow into hurricanes, a gentle rain that never lashed out and did not cause floods and a wildlife made weak by the constant caress of Venti’s winds.

It may not have been the most powerful nation, but it was the safest.

After all, Venti had learned his lesson about appearing too powerful. It was better if people underestimated him. He was grateful for their stupidity.

#fanfiction #regarding venti #genshin impact #venti #barbatos

[teawitch]

Candle substitutes

(This is to answer an ask but because I go on forever, I've made it its own post)

Because I've seen this become contentious in the past, I'm going to start with a little witchy secret - if you've been to a public ritual or event where there were candles burning on the altar and you didn't see them lit - they were probably battery operated and being used to adhere to the fire regulations. Sometimes witches are practical.

For me the answer to candle substitutes comes down to - why would I be using the candle? Because different reasons might have different answers.

Altar or Shrine

On an altar or shrine to represent fire or honor a deity, a battery operated candle or even small attractive lamp might be what you're looking for. Some witches do not want electrical cords or similar intruding into their magical space so lamps would be out. I figure at this point, with wifi and such flowing through air, nothing is really without interference. But if that is the case, you could even just hold up an unlit candle or a wand to signify air. (I've never had a deity object to a really cool lamp in their space.)

Cleansing

Incense and smoke cleansing substitutes. I don't think we give enough credit to the ability for sound to cleanse spaces. It could be a bell or, more popular than people realize - play really loud head-banger rock music to clear the space then something gentler to reset everything at a calmer tone.

If you want a scent-based solution, there are diffusers available but you can also just do a simmer pot of the stove. Or buy one of those mini-crockpots and use it. Or put a bit of scent in a spray bottle and spritz the space.

Fountain Foggers Misters - cheaper than you'd expect on Amazon or your local Halloween store. Put one in attractive bowl or container and add a bit of scent. It will create a wonderful mist that you can watch swirl above the bowl.

The Emergency Tea Solution. This is my hotel room trick when I check in only to find the room feels a bit off. It also works in any place that gets very restrictive about what you can do - no candles, no warmers, no diffuses, etc. Make a cup of hot water and drop a tea bag or your favorite loose herbs into it. Walk the space using your hand to waft the steam around the room. Repeat as needed. (I've used the free Earl Grey tea provided by the hotel for this and it works. Free hotel coffee is probably horrid enough to scare away anything.)

Spells

Rewrite the spell or write a different spell. The purpose of burning things in a spell is to send energy out (or up). If you burn something, you transform the energy in that thing into spell energy. You just need another way to do that.

Breath and speech are vibrations. So chanting or speaking the words of spell will send their energy out.

Write the words on something that will biodegrade and tie it to a tree. Or for something long-lasting, like protection, write it on a windchime and hanging it in the wind.

Write the words themselves in water or alcohol and let them evaporate into the air.

And there's nothing like speaking or chanting the words while pouring a libation (alcohol is good if available) on the ground. Most gods, guides and spirits appreciate a drink now and then.

(Oh, the whole candle colors thing is fairly modern because candles being easily obtainable in a wide variety of colors is fairly modern. So feel free to be creative in your color use.)

#teawitch #baby witch #witchcraft #witchblr #beginner witch

[pointandshooter]

Seven Years.

My tumblr blog is seven years old this month. Seven years is a long time in a person’s life and an eternity on social media. The photography community has changed quite a bit here since 2016 . Many photographers have left Tumblr for other platforms with more potential views, worries about work being stolen, censorship, or just the fear of missing out. Others have just moved on from photography or social media in general. I can understand that. It might actually be healthy to reevaluate and change what one is doing in life every seven years. I used to be passionate about music, hoping to make a living playing guitar in my band. And then, for about 14 years I was an avid cyclist, riding over 150 miles every week. Nowadays, I don’t ride my bike anymore, although it would be very beneficial to both my physical and mental health; and I haven’t touched my guitar in several years. I sometimes miss playing and still have dreams at night where I am back on stage with my band. During all of those years I never thought about taking up photography. When I visited art galleries, I never bothered looking at photo exhibits. One day, in the Autumn of 2015, something clicked in my brain, and here I am today - just as passionate about photography as I once was about the guitar and cycling. Maybe in the coming years my interest and passion will change again, but for now I am happy to keep taking photos and post them on Tumblr.

Every year, on this blog’s anniversary, I like to give thanks. 

First, I give thanks to Tumblr for still being here. It is still free, but I pay the subscription fee to give back something, and to avoid the manscaping ads. Tumblr has made some positive changes in the past year and I have seen a few photographers return to the platform. I hope the platform can afford to keep going for a few more years.

I would then like to thank all of my followers, real and bot. For the real followers, I appreciate every like, reblog, tag, and comment. I find it encouraging and it helps lift my spirits. Some of you have been following me for years. I appreciate your endurance. As for the bots - who knows? With the advancements in AI maybe the bots will some day become sentient beings, creating their own AI generated text, images, and memes. 

I want to thank all of the wonderful photographers who share their work here. You are an inspiration. Something I love about Tumblr is the variety of photos I find here and the willingness of photographers to experiment. There doesn’t seem to be the drive to be popular here, and the photos are not as homogenous as might be found on other platforms. 

Praise be and blessed are all of the hard-working curators who tirelessly reblog our photos. You help put our photos on so many dashboards that would not normallly find us. I am also grateful for those curators who find classic and contemporary fine art photos from other sources and post them on their blogs. As I have said in the past, I feel these blogs are providing me with a free education in photography appreciation. My home library expands every month with photo books of photographers that I first discovered on Tumblr.

Lastly, I want to thank my team members on ISU: Nur and Lina, who are also my team members on Lensblr, along with Tom. You have become good friends over the years. Although we have never met, and may not ever, it is good know you. I hope we can continue as team members for a while yet.

I hope everyone has a good creative year, and find stimulating challenges along the way.

Love you all,

David

#personal #that's gort #you have to be a boomer or nerd to know who that is #klaatu barada nikto

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way Ch. 2

Summary: Gil wakes up chained to a chair in Castle Heterodyne.

That's bad.

But he's been brought there to have dinner with the Lady Heterodyne, who is smart and pretty and interesting.

That's good.

He's been brought there by Saturnus Heterodyne, because he's under the impression that Gil is the biological son of Petrus Teuful, and thus an excellent potential suitor for his beloved granddaughter.

That's bad.

But Agatha is wonderful, and Saturnus promises to keep Gil's "true parentage" a secret. If Gil is lucky, he might get out of this with a girlfriend, and without getting fed to one of the castle's deathtraps.

Klaus would just like people to not kidnap his son, thank you very much.

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Gil woke slowly, but not painfully. There was no aching body or throbbing temples, just a slow ascent from darkness. He was vaguely aware of the smell of cooking meat, the warmth of a nearby fire, the sound of soft music.

And shouting.

“—kidnap the son of Baron Wulfenbach, emperor of Europa!”

Well, that wasn’t a good start.

Gil forced his eyelids to open and found himself staring at…a table. It was covered in a gilt-embroidered tablecloth and set with the most over-the top table settings, every conceivable variety of forks, spoons and knives.  

His hands were chained to the chair with manacles just long enough to allow him to reach the silverware (which was gold, he realized). He also noticed what, exactly, the tablecloth’s embroidery depicted. It was not something most people would like to look at during a meal.

A sneaking suspicion began to develop.

“I don’t care how great-great-great-grandmother Thorazia would have done it!”

And that was when Gil noticed the guards, and suspicion became certainty.

There were two of them, standing side by side at the door on the far end of the room. One had horns that curled up over his head almost in a circle; the other had a snout and long, floppy ears. Both were grinning at him—grins filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

Jӓgers.

Gil tried to keep his expression one of mild interest, which the guards clearly found very funny. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, humming softly and very carefully not checking to see how sturdy the restraints were.

They were very sturdy.

As casually as he could, Gil glanced over his shoulder.

Yep, two Jӓgermonster guards on that door, too.

One of them waved at him. Gil gave him a slightly strained smile, and turned back in his seat again.

Okay. Kidnapped, tied to a chair, in Castle Heterodyne. The important thing to do was to remain calm, at all costs.

“Grandfather, I don’t need your help! I am perfectly capable of finding a boyfriend on my own!”

The door flew open and in swept the most beautiful girl Gil had ever seen. She was dressed in filthy mechanic’s coveralls. Her face was smeared with grease. Her hair was beginning to fall free from the messy ponytail she’d put it in, framing her face with fine golden strands. Her eyes were bright green, illuminated behind her large glasses.

“I,” she began, “am so sorry—”

“Hi,” Gil blurted out. “I’m Gil. Uh. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach. Who are you?”

She pulled up short, startled by the interuption.

“Oh. I…I’m Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne.” She shook herself. “Wait, wait, I’m apologizing. My grandfather had you kidnapped, he’s…” She blushed even harder. “He uh. He’s been trying to…”

“Find you a boyfriend, I heard.”  

Agatha groaned and rubbed her face, pushing her glasses up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Gil said. “You know, it smells like dinner’s been made already, and since I’m already here…”

Agatha stared at him.

“You—really?”

He smiled at her and shrugged.

“I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Agatha opened and closed her mouth a few times, pink rising to her cheeks.

“Oh. That’s. Very kind of you. I. Um. Should probably go get changed. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”

“If you’d like,” Gil said, amicably.  “I think you look great.”

Agatha went scarlet and ducked her head, not quite managing to hide her smile. She began to back up out the door she’d entered through, babbling a little.

“I’ll uh. Aheh. It’s not really hygenic, I’m all covered in…I’ll just…um…Nestor, if you could serve Gil some wine or, or something while I, um…”

She slammed the door shut. Gil heard frantic footsteps tearing up the hallway, a call of I told you! and shutupshutupshutup!

 A servant approached on silent feet and filled a goblet with wine, then scooched it a little closer to Gil so he could reach it without dragging the chains across the table cloth. Gil didn’t bother to ask if he could be released.

The door opened again and Gil looked up, but it wasn’t Agatha who entered.

At first, the only thing Gil could notice was the chair. From the seat up, it was, well. A chair. But instead of four sturdy legs, the seat rested on what had to be dozens of of spindly, shining, insectile legs. They were constantly moving, extending and retracting and shifting position to keep the occupant perfectly balanced as he crossed the room.

It took some effort to drag his gaze up and meet the sharp green eyes of a man who had Agatha’s nose and a wicked grin that pinned Gil in place.  

“Saturnus Heterodyne!” he said, by way of greeting. “And you must be Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!” His smile twisted slyly. “Or should I say…Gilgamesh Teuful?”

Gil stared blankly.

“Uh…should you?”

“No need to play dumb,” Saturnus said, drawing up to the table beside Gil. With a casual air, he picked up one of the decanters of wine and filled a spare glass. Taking the glass in hand, he settled back in his seat and gave Gil a sharp smile. “I heard all about your paternity from that Sturmvoraus fellow.”

“Sturmv—Tarvek?” Gil sat bolt up in the chair, sloshing his wine and yanking hard on the manacles. “Tarvek Sturmvoraus told you I was Petrus Teuful’s son?”

That weasel, that snake! Everyone knew the Lady Heterodyne was more like the Heterodyne boys than like her grandfather. If she thought he was the son of one of the deadliest Sparks in the world—

“No, no,” Saturnus said. “He told his sister. But there are no secrets in Castle Heterodyne, are there?” This last was directed to the ceiling.

‘No indeed,’ said a disembodied voice, sounding quite smug. ‘But I do know when to be…discreet.’

Saturnus chuckled and waved for Gil to relax.

“Calm down, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I don’t blame Klaus for keeping it a secret—a man can only put up with so many assassination attempts before they begin to get tiresome.” He laughed the convivial laugh of two people bonding over a shared nuisence.   

“Um. I…appreciate that, but—”

“And I certainly won’t be the one to tell Agatha! Don’t want to sway her opinion of you just yet. She’s a little too much like her uncle to believe in the whole ‘change them with the power of love’ nonsense her father did…”

His voice trailed off, his expression suddenly sobering. Gil waited, but when the man stayed silent, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I think there’s been—”

“Wait, wait, I’m not done.” Saturnus frowned disapprovingly. “Youth these days, no patience at all. What was I saying? Oh! I remember when Klaus finally brought Teuful down. Ha, and Teuful certainly made him work for it! But when he finally fell, what did his men do? Fought harder. Fought to the death. Every man jack was there of his own free will, because he believed in Teuful. That is loyalty.”  

Saturnus grinned and tilted his head back, indicating the Jӓger guards.

“And the Heterodynes know loyalty. We appreciate loyalty—and appreciate those Sparks who understand it as we do.”

“Well, of course,” Gil said. “Half of the armies we fight surrender outright because they know they’ll get a better deal with the Empire. But—”

“But indeed! A man who can inspire a soldier to fight for peace and stability, yes, all well and good, hoo-ray. But a man who can take a perfectly ordinary citizen of the world and inspire him to wanton chaos and destruction? Ah, that’s the kind of man I want for my granddaughter.”

He sat back in his chair and sighed heavily.

“I’m relieved to have found you, you know. The number of would-be suitors who have shown up here—why, the grinding machines can hardly keep up!”

“The grinding machines,” Gil repeated.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, unworthy men can be persistant, and I’ll not be having some moon-eyed, would-be-hero fluttering around her and wasting her time. So, on their way out I simply have the castle…” He made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Clean up.”

Gil felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

“Castle Heterodyne had boyfriend grinding machines?”

“No, of course not! I had to build them. But don’t you worry,” Saturnus said, patting Gil genially on the shoulder. “I’d never snuff out a Spark like Teuful’s so easily.”

‘But perhaps mind where you put your hands.’

Saturnus burst out laughing; the Jӓger guards joined in. Gil forced his own laugh, clutching white knuckled at the arms of his chair. As subtly as he could, he glanced down, and saw that the way the floorboards were laid out, it was not impossible that the chair was positioned over a trap door.

The door opened and Gil’s heart leapt for entirely different reasons than terror.

Agatha stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, still damp from her frantic bath, and dressed in a white and gold dress trimmed with trilobite designs that Gil would say was extremely becoming. She’d missed a spot of engine grease on her cheek, and Gil had no intention of telling her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two at it,” Saturnus said, steering his chair away from the table and towards the door. His granddaughter squinted at him suspiciously.

“Yes, you will. And so will you four,” she said, sternly, to the Jӓgers. “I already have an all-seeing chaperone, who will be silent,” she added, very pointedly. “For the duration of the evening.” Her eyes landed on the glass of wine Saturnus was not quite managing to keep out of sight. “And the doctor said no alcohol!”

“The doctor said less alcohol!” Saturnus shot back, the door slamming shut behind him.

Agatha threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, and thumped down in her seat. Then she hurriedly stood up and swept her dress out so it wasn’t crumpled. Servants closed in, laying out the first course: a bright orange soup that, upon very careful tasting, turned out to be pumpkin.

“I hope he didn’t say anything too awful,” Agatha said.

“No!” Gil said, hurriedly, very aware that Castle Heterodyne could hear every word. “He was just telling me that he was a…fan of my father’s work.”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “I’m not entirely sure he actually understands what your father does.”

“I did get that impression,” Gil said, straight faced. The chain around his wrist clanked against the soup bowl, and Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Castle! He’s still chained?”

Gil thought he heard something like a distant, mechanical sigh of disappointment, and the manacles popped open.

“I’m so sorry about that. Again.”

Gil smiled.

“Honestly, of all the times I’ve been kidnapped and chained to a chair, this is not the worst.”

Agatha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth.  

“Has that happened to you…often?”

“Once or twice!” Gil said. “But I don’t usually get wine.”

-

“—and even though he recognized that it wasn’t on purpose, or entirely my fault, the Master decided I’d just be a trouble magnet, and that was the end of Paris. I finished my degrees in Beetleburg, instead.” Agatha waved her fork vaguely. “But it worked out in the end. It was much easier to rule Mechanicsburg from there.”

Gil started.

“You were ruling Mechanicsburg long distance?”

Agatha gave him a wry smile.

“I couldn’t exactly leave Grandfather in charge unattended,” she said, dryly. “I had regular reports sent to me once a week, and I’d send my orders back same day.”

“That’s impressive,” Gil said. “Balancing your schoolwork, running Mechanicsburg, and still managing to have a social life? Most people can barely manage two of those.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that much more work,” Agatha demured, though she was blushing. “My seneschal took care of the day to day, and my generals managed the defences.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing.”

“What about you?” Agatha returned. “You’ve got two doctorates and Collette said you get into adventures every other week.”

‘My lady—’

“I asked for silence,” Agatha said. “And I specified for the duration—”

‘Yes, my lady, and no one wishes to interrupt your evening. That is why your grandfather asked me to inform you that he will handle the matter.’

“What mat—you know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes at Gil. “He’s probably gone to argue with the Monster’s Guild about whether the giant rats qualify for membership. I keep telling them, if they’re not sentient enough to pay union dues and attend the meetings, they belong with the Rodent Society.”  

The room they were in faced west, giving them a lovely view of the mountain sunset, and no view at all of Castle Wulfenbach descending on Mechanicsburg.

#girl genius #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne #gilgatha #gil/agatha #doting grandfather saturnus AU

[lostplacid]

fallen angel

bradley bradshaw x fem!reader

summary: she was nothing short of an angel, at least that’s what bradley thought.

word count: 2.1k

warning: alcohol, language, smoking

a/n: hi angels. i’m not new here but this account, fresh. I wrote this piece randomly and honestly I struggled with the plot heavily but it’s whatever. i’m lost and confused in my life right now and for some odd reason, decided that this would be the way I deal with that. i also i know very little abt the military and the terms or whatnot so just bare with me. and with that being said; I hope you enjoy this! please please tell me what you think, it entertains me to talk to everyone. stay free loves and I hope you enjoy <3

•••

"are you ready?" y/n heard the voice of her best friend say from the bathroom of their hotel room. y/n nodded from her spot on the floor. a bottle of malibu she been downing in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.

"been ready" y/n replies with a hazed smile, her eyes already glossy and red from the alcohol she had been consuming.

callie's aunt, penny benjamin, had asked callie to stop by the bar one of the nights they were in town. and of course like the wonderful niece callie was, she decided to go.

and she was going to drag y/n along too.

but she had no reason to complain. y/n loved bars. clubs, not so much. maybe on a good night, with enough alcohol in her system to kill an elephant.

but a bar, a bar she could do. especially a bar on the beach.

y/n was dressed in a small blue dress, the straps of her lavender lace bra falling off her shoulder.

she looked cute, charming even. she always had a certain charm to her, a charm that drew people in. a charm that made them curious.

"let's go"

soon enough the two girls found themselves at the entrance of the bar. a smile found its way onto y/n's face as she looked at the night sky. a dark blue color, with white stars. the ocean was calm and y/n felt herself being drawn to it. but an arm linked through hers and before she knew it, she was being pulled towards the door of the bar.

the bar was crowded. filled to the brim with a variety of people. but mostly men, military men.

y/n took in her surroundings. it was a sweet place. y/n could feel the soul that was in this place. she actually really liked it here.

rooster had watched the girls walk in.

his eyes immediately fell to the girl in the blue dress. he cound tell she was already on something by the way she walked as if she had two left feet.

but she was beautiful nevertheless, like a creature from the heavens. her hair flowed breezily, the straps of her dress lazily fell off her slender shoulder. she wore a silver heart necklace that fell between her collarbones like a piece to a puzzle.

as the two girl made their way to the counter. the blonde one pulling the mystery girl to the counter, her eyes clearly set on penny.

his eyes stayed glued to the girl as she sat on one of the bar stools, as penny hugged her and she laughed, throwing her head back and smiling.

hangman looked up from his turn at pool. noticing roosters gaze set firmly on something. a glint in his eyes that could only mean one thing.

girls.

following roosters eyes, he saw the two girls that sat at the bar. they were undeniably beautiful. the both of them. the one talking to penny was clad in a pair of jeans, and a detailed white top. she had long blonde hair that was decently dark at the roots, and ocean blue eyes. the other one was swinging her feet to the music playing in the bar, and he was fascinated. just like the rest of them.

hangman smirked, tilting his head and resting the bottom of his pool stick on the floor.

"well look what we have here." hangman spoke as he looked both the girls up and down. rooster turned his head to him, taking a sip of beer and nodding.

"you know them?" rooster asked, his gaze shifting to the girl in blue again, his eyes taking in every inch of her.

he swore she was a fallen angel.

"no," hangman started with a smirk as he pointed the tip of his pool pole at rooster "but I would like to.”

•••

"the party has arrived" callie spoke as she plopped down on a bar stool, y/n following suit. pennys eyes widened at the sound of her nieces voice. she tuned towards the two girls, her smile wide as she went around the bar to give the girl a hug.

"I missed you, sweetheart" y/n heard penny say into callie's hair as they hugged. penny pulled away from callie, her attention now on y/n as she unwrapped from callie.

"and you," penny began as she wrapped y/n in a gentle hug. the young girl hugged back. "it's lovely to meet you"

y/ n laughed. and reciprocated the compliment. letting penny know she was so graced to meet her.

"let's get you two a drink?" penny winked as she found her way back behind the counter.

"I think y/n's had enough" callie's joked as she looked at her messy best friend.

y/n was a mess. always had been. she always had a hair out of place, her socks never matched, she spilled everything, and most importantly; she loved getting intoxicated.

she was a truly a recipe for disaster, but a

glamorous one at that.

"i'll have a cosmopolitan"

soon enough y/n was beyond wasted and rooster watched her as she downed drinks.

"you have an admirer." callie said as she leaned into y/n's ear. a cheeky, drunk smile on her face.

y/n looked up from her drink, her eyes connecting with a tall man in a hawaiian style shirt.

he didn't break eye contact.

and neither did she.

as the two stared at each other. y/n couldn't help the feeling she had in her stomach. it was like she was weighed down to her chair, like she couldn't move or talk or breath. and now, now she was intrigued to know who this man was.

y/n couldn't contain the bashful smile that etched its way onto her face, she broke eye contact. looking down at her drink, her smile still visible, and took a sip.

rooster smiled proudly at the ground, taking a sip of beer.

he made her smile.

"that's bradley."

y/n's eyes looked towards penny, who leaned against the edge of the bar.

penny watched the interaction between the two. she found it amusing. the two seemed like a good pair frankly. y/n seemed quiet yet spontaneous. someone you could only truly get to know if you tried. she wasn't here to please people.

and bradley, well bradley was just a goofball. he was sweet and funny but he also knew when it was time to be serious. he was confident and yet his ego wasn't ten times his body size.

y/n glanced at this 'bradley' before looking back at penny. she wasn't sure what to say. she never knew what to say.

"his shirt is nice."

callie laughed at that. her face lighting up and her drink almost spilling from how she rested her head on the bar top. y/n smiled as callie laughed.

y/n loved callie's laugh, it never failed to lighten her mood. callie was such a staple part of y/n's life and she doesn't know what she would do without her. the two grew up together. they smoked weed for the first time together, they used to sneak out to y/n's family's beach house to get drunk and swim at 3am. y/n and callie were forever.

"you have no game" callie slurred and y/n laughed.

"oh yes, because she does" y/n replied as she looked at penny. the girls laughed but truthfully there was no lie.

she didn't have any game.

and even if callie had a little bit more game than y/n, that wasn't saying a lot.

the men y/n picked were horrendous and she knew it but she couldn't help it.

"you should go talk to him" penny spoke as she took a sip of her sparkling water.

y/n laughed, "I think i'd rather go for a smo-"

"can we go to the bathroom" callie interrupted y/n as she stood from her seat, her feet failing her as she bumped into the man next to her. y/n nodded with a silly smile and the two linked arms, making their way towards the restrooms.

rooster watched the two girl walk off in the direction of the bathroom. he took this as his opportunity to learn who she was. rooster placed his pole down, downing the rest of his beer before making his way towards the bar, seating himself where his mystery girl had been the majority of the night.

"you're back," penny greeted him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"i'm back" he replied with a smile.

"what can I do for ya?" she asked as she continued making drinks.

"just another beer" he replied as he rested his elbows on the bar. she grabbed his beer, opened it and handed it to him.

"anything else" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow. bradley took a swig of beer, a knowing smile on his face.

he knew that penny knew.

"what's her name?"

penny laughed and smiled as she looked over his shoulder, "you should ask her yourself"

bradley's eyes widen and he looked behind him. she was even prettier up close.

"you stole my seat" she spoke with a quiet smile. penny and callie laughed as the two looked at each other.

her voice was heavenly. like one from those old hollywood movies him and his mother used to watch. he wanted to hear it again. he begged to hear it again.

"my bad, sweetheart" bradley stood, towering over the girl. she looked up at him through her eyelashes, a sparkle in her eyes that he wasn't able to see from the pool table.

"it's alright" she said lowly, almost to herself. she couldn't help but stare up at him. he was as handsome as they came. and his energy.

his energy had her wanting to jump his bones.

y/n had always been attracted to energy over looks. sure looks mattered to her but the energy of a man could outweigh his looks anyday.

but there was no reason to outweigh His looks compared to his energy.

everything about him was so, perfect.

y/n sat down next to callie and bradley sat down next to her. y/n moved her body to face him while he sat straight towards the bar, but his eyes never left her body.

"what's your name, darlin'?" he questioned. she smiled and never stopped looking at his eyes. except for when she was looking at his lips.

"y/n." she said.

"bradley" he stuck his hand out.

her small hand fit perfectly into his big one. like two pieces of a puzzle. they continued to shake hands, staring at one another.

he took note of her red nail polish and the silver rings that decorated her fingers.

ring finger bare.

"how about a game of pool?" he asked as she released their hands, taking a sip of her drink.

y/n looked at callie, who nodded with a smile.

"let's fuck up some pool" callie slurred as she downed the rest of her drink. y/n laughed at her best friend, lightly pushing her in the direction of the pool table.

callie led the crew to the pool tables. bradley's hand found it's way to the small of y/n's back, telling himself that he just didn’t want to lose her in the crowd.

she didn’t mind.

y/n like the way his hands felt on her. it felt comfortable yet made her itch for more.

"oh look what we've got here." a tall blonde man called out as the three arrived at pool.

there was a whole group of them, four or five other guys and a girl. all in uniform. except for bradley of course.

bradley took the responsibility of introducing the two girls to the group.

"this is callie," he started pointing at the blonde girl who smiled at them. she seemed to have her gaze fixated on one man in particular.

"and this," he started. his hand still resting on the small of her back "is y/n"

the group greeted the two girls.

“let’s play,” hangman said as he passed a pool stick to bradley. he caught it as it came towards the two of them and she looked up at him with a hazy look. he doesn’t think he would ever get tired of that look.

he liked how her gaze felt on him.

she liked how his hands felt on her.

it was a recipe for nothing good.

#i’m gone #bradley bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x y/n

[hooked-on-elvis]

Hello there! I am a fan of your blog and I appreciate the depth you provide when your posts include text. You are an eloquent writer and as an English major, I can appreciate that in anyone!

Anywho, I was wondering what is your favorite era of Elvis and why? Mine is 50s E, going back to ‘53 pre-fame. He was just a young man with stars in his eyes and music flowing through his veins. I loved his zeal for God and the Bible (especially as a Christ follower myself), his passion and work ethic, his devotion to his family, all those things. Many of those tenets remained with him at the time of his passing but unfortunately, I do believe he was a case of being swamped by his fame (as has happened to many big stars). From what I’ve read, I do believe he was on his way to reworking his life in ways that returned to his roots reminiscent of 50s E, where he was more free and relaxed in accordance with his fame.

That being said, ‘68 to 70s E has my heart when it comes to music. He accomplished the variety I believe he wanted from the start, and was fleshed out in his individuality. Heh, this was a book and a half…thank you for reading and I look forward to your response!

TCB and TLC! 💜⚡️

First of all: 🥹🥲 Thank you for your kind words and compliment, dear. I'm glad I can do some good enough work when talking about Elvis' career and life because I think as much zeal Elvis had for God, like you mentioned, not comparing him with God but I do have the same zeal for him. When friends like you compliment the things I share in my blog I like to think Elvis is somehow proud of the little things I do while researching his career and sharing what i found out in a the clearest way I find to even tho I'm still studying English just like you. I try to do the best I can, I take a lot of time writing and rewriting but even so sometimes I know I slip in my writing. Anyhow I'm very pleased to hear my flaws don't come in the way of what I'm aiming to do. Helping to spread information about Elvis' rich career and life story with the more people I can reach. Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You have no idea how I feel honored.

I can relate to your feelings about Elvis in many ways but there isn't an easy answer from my part, friend. Sorry if I may ramble too much in my answer but here goes my thoughts/feelings:

We, Elvis fans, love all of his eras anyway but we all have our favorites so, being specific, I love late 60s and all about 70s Elvis the most, specially 70s Elvis, and that's because of his voice, which was so much deeper and intenser than when he was young (naturally and because he worked hard for it too), and because of his repertoire as a musician, the country songs specially — also because of his latter movies which are my favorites.

Back in early 60s Elvis' voice was pretty much matured already but his repertoire, even tho I love it, is not my favorite in comparison to the 50s and 70s ones. There's too many ballads in the early 60s and I prefer the country songs Elvis performed in the 50s and 70s the most, as I said. I can't deny his looks in the 70s has something to do with my favorite Elvis era too. Late 1970 to 1972/1973 in my favorite period of Elvis' appearance, but as for his personal life, the 70s is not my favorite Elvis era at all, as you can imagine and I think we all can agree on this.

The way he was emotionally damaged in the course of his career is something we cry about every day, as fans. The fame pressure, better saying the need-for-profit business pressure that was put on him, took some of his shine away even tho he still had plenty to give, and he did, until the end of his life. The misfortune to him was becoming a prisoner of his phenomenal fame, "swamped by his fame" as you put it, but he loved the fans, he loved performing, he loved the spotlight on him, he loved his work, loved music to no end, and that's something we can trust to comfort our fan hearts. Elvis had a pretty good life, not a perfect one, but he was happy despite the problems he faced, the problems of human life that each of us have to deal with at some point in each unique ways they are presented to us, periods of deep sadness, hopelessness, anxiety, and so on. Even tho we will keep continually fantasizing that EP had never went through such problems in his life, our precious boy. I always like to enhance this: Elvis was not a sad "old" man by the end of his life. He had days and days. Life was not that exciting as it was for him in the 50s but, even tho not fully satisfied with life and with his career (the things he felt it lacked for him to accomplish), he was happy, he was in good humor most times, and he made many, many, MANY people happy (as helped many too) until the last day of his life, as we know — he still does so now in afterlife… here we are as a living proof.

By the way, one of the things I love the most about 70s Elvis is the way, even tho in his soul he could be in deep sorrow at times, he always found a way to make people laugh, even at his own expenses with self-deprecating jokes, for example. It's funny how he did this. Elvis was a special soul.

And yeah, the way Elvis loved God and the way he was never shy to show it is one of my favorite things about him too. I love to think he conquered his 3 Grammy Awards for his gospel albums, even tho it's sad he never conquered one for his secular music ones. He was proud of praising the Lord with the talent he always spoke proudly He had given to him, and winning awards from it I think made him feel the Lord was happy with the way he lived his life.

So, I guess my definite - tho not very specific - response to your amazing question is: I love 50s Elvis the most concerning his personal satisfaction as a performer, and I love late 60s, specially 70s Elvis the most concerning his work. I love him most of all, and everything he did, in different levels.

I warned ya', my answer wouldn't come that easy but that's how I feel. It's not easy to explain but I guess you can understand a little how I feel about Elvis now.

Thanks for your question, dear, and for you taking your time reading my content and being so kind and generous in sharing your thoughts with me and being interested in my feelings as an Elvis fan like you. Thank you for sharing your feelings about him with me (with us all) too! I love how we share the same kind of perceptions about El.

All my love to you, dear. A big, warm hug. 💖

TCB and TLC!⚡️

[beamthechao]

Played enough Hades 2 the past few days to give a solid Early Access non spoilery review:

Got quite far on a run by chance the other day, and just from experiencing that part of the story (and fleshing out character interactions upon dying) I can safely say Im blown away by the SHEER scope of the story so far.

Theres character art and UI clearly unfinished, some mechanics to balance, incomplete areas and some other things that clearly need work- but I actually dont even notice!!! Ill be getting a boon staring at sketchy blocked in bg art and it doesnt matter because Im having so much fun!!

When recurring characters show up its in little nods and in ways that are surprising, the amount of choices you can make, all the extra goodies and mechanics they added.....im scalped bro

The weapons so far are a nice variety and im getting the hang of them easily. The combat is clearly more cast-based but theres still some good options for close combat, and most weapons have both close and ranged options.

Music-banger. Character designs-banger. Voice acting-banger. Levels-banger. (3rd area level was especially poignant to me, a level of unsettling creepy previously unaccessed in the last game). Also you get animal friends in this one so already GOTY.

I am loving miss Melinoë and how she fits into the broader legendarium and her relationships with the previously established characters! I can also see the direction of her character development and her flaws, and look forward to seeing how she grows through the events of the story. I love the connections she is having with the new characters and the new and different ways you can get to know them (bath salts anyone?!?)

My biggest concern is that perhaps they added *too* many mechanics, such as one where they add elemental attributes to boons which apparently you can stack, but it feels like one extra thing I dont need and adds just more icons to keep track of. I cant see myself going out of my way to get ONLY fire boons, for example, Im gonna pick the boons that work well for me that run regardless of what they are. But this is minor and Im sure there will be refinements. I do love the addition of extra "wildcard" boons such as the Moon boons with the upgrade paths however.

This game is gonna be wonderful in V 1.0, I cant wait to see what else they add but until then im gonna keep playing what we have and see how much I can learn about the world!

Please feel free to comment, message or reply what your impressions of the game are so far, I want to talk to people about it because Im really enjoying the heck out of it!

TL;DR:

#hades 2 #long post #i cant stop playing its that good! i cant wait to meet more characters #please share your thoughts with me what you like what you dont #also tell me your fave new character design thats very important #and as always- if you see orpheus pop up anywhere you must inform me immediately i miss that boy

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ Synopsis: While working you discover Eddie Munson had a date with a cheerleader when you were supposed to be trying for a serious relationship. What’ll happen when he see you at the Halloween party?

✿ Warnings: not really, just sex insinuations, but no actual smut.

✿ A/N: this is NOT part of my pumpkin series // I was inspired by that ep of PLL: Original Sin when the girls throw a Halloween party to save Imogen’s house. Reader gives me Faran and Mouse vibes <3 oh and, BAD GRAMMAR 💀 oh all the mentioned songs are in the playlist below

It’s the start of the spooky times of the year!!💀👻🎃

Pumpkin series is NOW COMPLETE here👇

✿Masterlist✿

Playlist for Eddie here 👇

____________________________

Halloween was your favorite event of the year, no doubt. Hawkins was also a fan of the tradition, decorations started in mid-September, and lasted until the first days of November.

You worked at the local theater, and during that time, it was the best job, the theater had orange lights, fake webs, and apple caramel popcorn. Sometimes you’d let Steve and a random date have free entries, sometimes it was the bunch of kids; Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and the hellfire club, also your friends. It was curious, that Eddie and you never watched a movie together in the theater, because he preferred to stay with you in the cashier, eating popcorn, and switching the songs that played at the entrance, he mostly played rock music since you told him that metal didn’t fit the vibe of the vintage theater.

He would drive you home and watch you bake a pumpkin pie for his campaigns. Even so, you weren’t dating yet, which awakened some insecurities in yourself. Not that you had tons of insecurities, but sometimes it felt like Eddie wasn’t sure to start a serious relationship with you. He liked you for sure, it felt so real when he flattered you and made time to spend with you, but, it wasn’t official yet.

Carrie was set to be the movie of the day, it was Tuesday the 29th, Halloween was on two days, and you didn’t have any plans, you hoped to spend the night with Eddie at his place, maybe even go out trick or treating. Anyways, it was Tuesday, almost 6:00 pm, and people were buying their tickets to see Carrie.

“The movie wasn’t even that spooky” Robin sighed behind you, seated on some small stairs beside the popcorn machines.

“I think girls liked it more than the guys…” you say pointing at the variety of girl groups. “Thanks and enjoy the movie…”

The customer smiled at you and walked away with his food.

“Oh shit, I’m not here!” before you can understand your friend’s words, you see the guy who just bought you food walking towards the hallways with more people, and you notice the red-haired Vicky, Robin’s crush. Then you look down at Robin, she’s clinging around your right leg, making you laugh.

“Dude, she’s gone. Don’t worry” your friend shrugs relieved, and you laugh patting her hair. When you turn again to attend to the next person on the line, you’re surprised to see Chrissy Cunningham greeting you with a cute smile.

“Hi, Chrissy!” she smiles and you’re surprised to see she’s not wearing her usual cheerleader attire.

“I knew you worked here but this is the first time I see you” her kind tone makes you realize how sweet she is, no wonder why she is so popular and had tons of friends.

“Curious, I feel like I’ve been here forever… apparently not” you respond giggling and she joins join, she chats a little, and at the end she asks for a blueberry slushie and the apple caramel popcorns. “I wanted to come yesterday with my friend Donna but she had this date with Eddie Munson”

What?

“Donna and Eddie? That metalhead! he didn’t said anything!” you try to sound calm and fun, but your anxiety and jealousy are creeping over.

“Yeah, she said they had a good time, and Eddie wanted to teach her to play guitar” you smile and exchange some words with the blond girl, then, she thanks you and walks away. Robin stands beside looking at Chrissy going away while she mumbles with a negative sound.

“That asshole! he and his mop hairs think they can play with your emotions?” you stay quiet, processing what just happened. Yesterday Eddie drove you home and said he would call you in the night, as usual. But he never told you anything about Donna.

“Maybe it wasn’t a date…” you try to reason, but she gently pushes you, so you look at him.

“Dude, it’s Donna Benson. Like, the second most popular cheerleader with the hottest lips in Hawkins” she yells whispering. Making you grab a cloth to clean the counter, unconsciously making it a little harder than you should.

“Thanks, Robin. That makes me feel so much better, for sure” she sighs and makes you stop cleaning, putting a hand over yours.

“What I meant it’s that she is a girl that every guy and girl wants, I wouldn’t be surprised if Eddie was a womanizer. But, you are you, you are amazing, you have more than just physical beauty, so fuck Munson. If he calls, you tell him that whatever was going on between you two, it’s over.” you knew she was right. You felt pretty enough to not care about Donna’s beauty, but your heart clenched a little over the fact that Eddie was playing with you.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just… I thought he was the one” thankfully there were no more customers, the movie had started, it was only you and Robin.

“I know, I saw you together a lot of times. It’ll get better, just before August, you weren’t even friends.” it was enough for the day, you didn’t want to think about Eddie for the rest of the day. You grabbed your stuff and turned off the machines with Robin’s help, you would wait for the movie to be over and get a bus with your friend, who miraculously lived in the same apartment complex as you.

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Laying on your bed while watching a Casper marathon you roll your eyes as you hear your phone ringing again. You know it’s him, it’s Eddie.

You had ignored him all Wednesday, he gave you some space in the morning, but after watching your empty seat during lunch, he was literally begging you. He chased you like a lost puppy, appearing outside of the restroom every time you asked permission in class, then he would run to your car calling you, but you ignored him.

You sigh frustrated, it’s enough after the fifth time the phone rang, you answered.

“Thank God, What’ the fuck is wrong, angel? You have ignored me for more than twenty-four hours!” you want to laugh at his exaggeration, but you’re upset.

“Eddie… If you weren’t sure to give it a try with me, you should have told me.” he is surprised by your words, especially your calm tone.

“What?” he asks in confusion, you sigh lowering the volume of the tv.

“Yesterday Chrissy Cunningham told me that you were on a date with Donna Benson.” you could feel the embarrassment and jealousy emanating from your pores.

“Oh no, no, babe!, We went to see a movie because she didn’t have any cash to pay for some weed. She had this coupon! she even brought his baby brother!” the way he sounds, makes you wonder if he’s actually desperate to convince you or not. “It wasn’t a date!, and of course, I’m going serious with you”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you take his little sounds as stressed sighs. Makes you feel nervous and twirl the cable of your pink phone.

“Well, yeah…” you really wanted to spend Halloween with him, you thought that he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend since the start of October, but he kept brushing away every opportunity to make it official.

“We’ll, no. How do you think I felt when Chrissy said that Donna was over the moon for you? she was dying for you to teach her to play guitar. Great job, Munson, now you have a new girl crushing for you.” as you seat straight at the edge of your bed, you hear him lighting a cigarette, you hate how often he smokes.

“No, honey pie. You’re not understanding, I lov-“ your heart races, you weren’t sure but it sounded as if he was about to say “I love you”.

“I don’t want to understand anything. I can’t trust you if you’re gonna randomly accept girls to hang out with, including their baby siblings, that’s not fair.” it wasn’t immature your reaction, you felt your right to feel betrayed because you two said you were on a level of exclusivity.

“So whatever was going on between us, is officially over.” before he can finish saying your name, you slam your phone back in its place. For some reason, you didn’t feel like crying all night and going to school all depressed on the day of Halloween. You wanted to feel great, have fun and forget about that stupid metal head. So you grab your phone again and call Robin.

“Hey, is our third musketeer there?” she laughs.

“Steve? yeah” relieved, you stand up, instantly feeling better.

“Tell him I changed my mind. We’re going to the party tomorrow” you hear Robin telling what you just said to Steve.

“Did you cut it off with Munson?” asked Steve suddenly, making Robin yell at him. Steve’s cousin was throwing a party, he was seventeen too, so you knew half of the school was going to be there, including Eddie, since he used to sell some drugs to the guy before he joined the Waterpolo team.

“We weren’t dating yet, but yeah. We need to go to find some costumes, honey” it wasn’t a secret that Steve didn’t like Eddie, especially after seeing how well he was getting along with the boys. But in your situation, you felt a little glad, because it mean no more grumpy Steve.

“That freak doesn’t deserve my best friend. Get your ass up, we’re picking you in fifteen”

You wanted a cool costume, you could bet every girl was going to wear a black leotard and cat ears, some angels, the cheesy vampires, and this girl with vulgar bikinis.

You wanted to look hot, but mostly pretty.

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During school hours, you spent the day hiding from Eddie, with Robin’s help, she sneaked you to his band practice, where you were safely hidden from the evil dungeon master.

Steve picked you up from the back doors since Mike told you that Eddie was waiting for you at the entrance. And then, you went straight to Robin’s house to get ready for the party because your mom let you know that Eddie called her to ask if you were coming home.

You were looking at the dress on her bed, a red ridding hood costume. It was slightly very short, puffy, and red with black over the ribs and chest, with white, alluding to a gown from the 1600s of the early colonies in America.

“Maybe the undergarments are too much” you state, Robin picked the black undergarments that barely reached your thighs. She grabs the towel on your hair and lets it fall, giggling.

“No!, it’s perfect. You look hot but cute at the same time” she grabs a brush and tosses it to you with a hair tie and a red ribbon. “I know we’ve talked about this, but… What if I see her?

You knew she was talking about Vicky, and you didn’t like the idea a lot, the girl would flirt with Robin one day, and appear with some random dude the next time. You didn’t like how much power she had over Robin, especially when they weren’t exactly friends.

“Well, you can pretend you didn’t see her, or you can say hi. I know you like her, but you have to know if she’s going to make a move, or it’s just gonna be you all the time…” she nods seating on her bed. You know she feels weird about it, she gets very nervous trying to talk with girls. But she’s your friend and you don’t want anyone to break her heart.

“Apparently it’s easier if you like dudes” you raise an eyebrow and she laughs, hinting at your point. “Okay, maybe not always is easy”

“Boys can be worst than girls, believe me. Girls are just… complicated” she nods again, and your rest an arm around her. “I suggest we shouldn’t think about it tonight. Plus, if we talk about love problems with Steve again, he’s gonna get drunk and tell us all of his failure on dates”

Robins laughs veryhard. She agrees with you and your supposition, Steve might still be a famous guy but lately, he didn’t have a lot of luck in love.

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It was 8:40, and Eddie hadn’t seen you at the party. He asked all the Hellfire club members, including Mike and Dustin walking around the house looking for you, and Garret waiting near the entrance with Jeff to wait for you, but there was no sign of you. He wanted to see you, wanted to make up everything before the party ended. When he turned to the living room of the house, his eyes opened and he leaned on the frame that lead to the crowded living room. He spotted you dancing with Robin Buckley, Into the Groove was on some stereo, it was loud and there was a lot of teens dancing, but from all the guests, your shiny red cape was like a mirrorball, gaining more attention than the new hit from Madonna.

He could see you were wearing a mini dress, with a medium red cape and the hottest black undergarments he’d ever seen, including your black converse. You were probably drinking, because you had an orange cup in your hand, and he thought you were the prettiest girl at the party. He was glad that he did some research on your decision for the costume.

He saw Donna, who was wearing a tiger leotard, but he didn’t dare to talk to her, her friends were the jocks, the drama kids and the cheerleaders. Donna was the ideal girl; athletic, perfect hair, perfect skin, popular… but nothing new, she didn’t have anything exciting. She was just the ordinary popular chick, she wasn’t you.

Eddie kept his distance for some minutes, watching you laugh and dance. The way the cape covered your head made you look so freakin’ cute to him, he just wanted to grab your cheeks and give you the biggest kiss ever. He remembered the day you two confessed you had feelings for each other. Back in September, when homecoming was coming, you told him you liked him, and he said the same. You went together and after the event, you had the longest make-out session in his van. That night you’d agreed to give it a try to have a formal relationship.

When his mind is back at the party, you weren’t dancing anymore, Eddie looks around worried, but he realized you just were seating on the big stairs near the kitchen. Robin was gone, and it was dark enough to light up the house with purple and orange lights, with fake webs and pumpkins scattered around the house. It was perfect to approach you, but that didn’t stop Eddie to feel his hands sweaty and his heart pounding so fast.

Eddie never felt so nervous about anything, except for you. Approaching you when he knew you were mad at him was very hard, he didn’t feel like the dungeon master, he just felt like a shy little boy.

“Hey…” it’s the first thing he says, his shyness is notorious. You shriek at his sudden appearance, but finally you just give him a little glance, nodding and trying to hide how nervous you also were.

“Hi…” you don’t know what to say, but you decide to look back at him when you see his outfit. His wearing some black jeans, a black sweatshirt and a lumberjack sweater, his usual rings, and accessories but… you laughed so hard when you noticed some werewolf ears and his nose painted with a little circle on the tip. “Wow, very much a coincidence that you are a wolf and I’m red ridding hood”

“Yeah, well…” he got so blushed when you pointed at his costume. “Let’s say mini Wheeler heard his sister jumbo Wheeler that you told her you were gonna be dressed as red ridding hood”

“Good for you, Munson” you state, still laughing, standing up from the stairs, trying to make your way downstairs, away from him. You loved the idea that he basically sent Mike to stalk you and Nancy but, that didn’t change anything.

“No, wait” he slightly pushes you back, stopping you by grabbing your arm. You roll your eyes, obeying him, taking a seat on the stairs again. “I was gonna tell you yesterday, but thankfully you hung up before I said it”

“I really like you, angel. I trust you and you demonstrated how much you care for me since I met you. I swear to you that I’m not interested in having a bunch of girl fans behind me, I only want you” he smiles looking at you pouting, he knows you do that when you’re feeling emotional. So he carefully grabs your chin to make you look directly at him.

“I know, it’s just… you are my first love, Eds. I’m scared to get hurt, all the books I’ve read have given me the highest expectations, and reality thought me it’s the opposite” you sound calm, but a little worried, choosing the best words to make him understand you.

“I feel the same, I’m not good with emotions, and suddenly you are the first girl who cares for me, wants to see me succeed, who makes wanna take a daily shower” the way you start laughing makes him go all heart eyes for you.

“Eddie, that’s gross.” he takes a seat beside you, taking your hands. You can feel a lot of eyes on you, there’s no secret that you’re almost relationship with Eddie Munson was so startling for half of Hawkins.

“I’m even willing to quit smoking for you, I know how much you hate it” your eyes go wide open, so you stroke your hands on his.

“No!, just… just do it when you really need it, like a serious stress or relaxing moment, You know?” he nods, smiling while looking at the crowd, for some seconds, he forgot he was at a Halloween party.

“Oh yeah! What I was about to say when you hung up yesterday was that… I love you.” instantly, you go and hide your face on his neck. He laughs and makes fun of you. “ Aw, babe! you are all red! You look so fucking cute” his arms trap you, but you are still able to playfully punch his chest.

“Shut up!…” then it hits you.

He just said he loves you.

“I-… I love you too. But I don’t want to see you taking any more girls as payment for weed” he nods constantly, and when you separate, his hand is at your cheek, and you know he’s about to kiss you. “Not that I’m showing how toxic I can be, but… you’re mine”

“So… Would you officially date me?” you nod happily, connecting your lips together.

Oh my god, Eddie Munson is going official with me. He’s kissing me with Lay All Your Love on Me playing at the party!

“I can taste liquor from your mouth” his lips were soft and he tasted like alcohol, and chocolate, making your heart warm.

“And you taste like vodka, honey pie” he kisses you again before standing up and offering you a hand.

“I wanna go dance before the song is over. I need to show Donna that you’re already taken” Eddie laughs very hard at your words, and pull you closer, whispering in your ear.

“I’m serious, I only have eyes for you” turning to your right, you leave a little kiss on his cheek. Then you grab his hand and pull him to dance.

Eddie Munson is the worst dancer, but you love it. It’s perfect, as he spins you and constantly kisses you on the cheeks, forehead, or lips.

You can see Donna Benson looking at you two, and you know she’s pissed, but it’s not your fault, she just choose the wrong metal head to like.

In a matter of seconds, you completely forgot about the party, Donna, everyone, it’s just you and Eddie. The way he caress your hips as you sway to the old tune of Five Ten Fiftyhold, and his sneaky hand starts to go up, through the curve of your waist, his chest against your back. The moment makes you rest your head on his chest, and then his hand is brushing over the edge of your breast, landing on the cleavage of your costume. You open your eyes when you realize you were about to let out a moan.

He set you on fire, and he knew it.

You turn to face him, and your smash your lips against his, its a dirty kiss. The way his hand gently takes your neck, and your fingers sliding through his hair, makes you wonder how badly he wants you. So you stand on your tip toes, with your lips barely touching his neck, near his ear. “I want you to make love to me, Eddie”

“Holy shit…” he whispers, squirming. He knew how hot you could be, but this was the the most intense moment of all. Nothing could replace the strong urge to take you, the way he was already throbbing at your touch and words. Since you started courting, he never pushed you to have sex, at the end, he was a virgin too. He wanted to make it special, or let it happen in the right moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Eddie. I feel on fire” that’s enough for him, he takes you hand and makes you exit the party, directly going to his van. “I want you to make me yours…”

“Fuck, let’s get the fuck out of here” You don’t worry about Robin or Steve, they look too drunk at one table, with piles of beer, they look like they’re laughing and crying at the same time.

When you get into his van, he stays quiet for a couple of minutes.

“I can’t believe this” you glance at him, as he turns on the vehicle.

“What thing?” he shrugs giggling.

“This, you and me.” his hand lands on your thigh, making you moan in the darkness of his car. “I’m am going to make you so happy, love”

“I can tell. But go on, this dress is not going to disappear by itself” he gives you a dirty look, and you pat his hand away.

“Ew, creep” he starts driving as he laughs and puts some of his cassettes.

“Oh, but you are the one making nasty comments that make my dick get hard as a rock” he looks at you as you stay in the red light, and he knows he’s so deep in love.

“I’m excited to meet him for the first time” you two burst in laugh.

“Okay, but those undergarments stay on” you nod and remember something else.

“Oh and the lingerie too!” Eddie pretends to be shocked, but in reality he is shocked, he was so hard that it was becoming painful.

“There’s also lingerie?” your fake innocent nods are tempting, and the way you are pulling up your dress to let him see a bit of your exposed legs, with the contrast of the black undergarments. It’s killing him.

“Red transparent chiffon” he pretends he dies and then wakes ups when the traffic light goes green. “And what about some red ridding hood role-play?

“I’m going over the fucking speed limit. We need to get to your home as soon as possible” his joke causes you to giggle. “As ridiculous as it sounds. I’m gonna make love to you, but I’ll fuck you so hard too”

“Oh my god! Eddie just drive and shut up” he loves your laugh, he loves to tease you, he loves you so much. “Anyways, keep teasing me… I love it”

Halloween of 85’, was such a dream.

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Next thing I’m planning it’s this two parts fic about ballerina reader! x vampire Eddie!

(Pls don’t steal my idea yet)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things #Spotify

[dreams-and-drabbles]

Hello, hope ur doing well. If it's not a problem I'd like to request kazuha x fem reader who is insecure of her body, especially her flat chest and thinking she's not beautiful and womanly enough she doesn't feel worthy of him. And maybe how he comforts her about this. Feel free to ignore this. Thank u in advance.

I’m totally open to this idea, and thank you for the ask!!! Kazuha is so soft✨ I hope you enjoy the fic as much as I did writing it!

[F/N] tugged at her hair anxiously, her gaze drifting to Kazuha.

He was playing a song for the rest of the crew.

It was the Cruxx Fleet’s music night.

Kazuha almost always held the spotlight on such nights…

Red eyes met [e/c] hues, and his lips quirked up into a small smile, as his gaze fell on her.

[F/N] returned the smile, averting her gaze with pink tinged cheeks. Sometimes—

Sometimes she wondered why Kazuha stuck with her of all people…

She especially wondered on nights like these.

He had such a gift, so surely—

Surely he could do better than her?

She wasn’t exceptionally pretty or gifted, not like some of the other girls she’d seen try to catch Kazuha’s eye..

So why her?

She loved having him by her side, but sometimes…It just felt as though she was holding him back…

Kazuha was the type that deserved to stand in the spotlight.

Her being there—

She’d only end up casting a shadow over him, being as plain as she wa—

Kazuha’s face was suddenly in front of her’s, breaking her train of thought.

“The air around you shifted, love. You’re not doubting yourself again, are you?”

[F/N]’s eyes widened and she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her gaze.

“You should finish your song, Kazuha… Don’t let me distract you…”

She grumbled, guilt pooling up in her gut.

Kazuha frowned, shaking his head with a soft sigh.

“I see. It seems as though you were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear the rest of my song.”

The guilt increased at that, and [F/N] wilted,,before a light laugh drew her attention.

She glanced at Kazuha, her brows slightly furrowed.

He offered her a smile, before fondly brushing the hair from her face.

“It’s fine. I was only jesting, dearest. I’ve played that song more times than I can count. Now, tell me… What troubles are in that pretty head of yours?”

[F/N]’s cheeks burned at the compliment, before she sighed.

“That’s exactly it, Kazuha. I’m not that pretty… Hardly so, compared to some of the other women that like you… I’m scrawny and boyish, no boobs, hardly any curves, no womanly charm, and you…You’re such a star. I’m just… I feel like I’m holding you back. You’re a free spirit, right? Aren’t I just a shackle… in that sense?”

She murmured, fighting back the urge to cry.

There was no reason to be crying!

She was being stupid— This was all so dumb. Why’d she have to bother Kazuha with this? After his performance too—!

Kazuha’s hand cupped her cheek, and his voice came out softly, as he spoke.

“Look at me, love.”

[F/N]’s gaze trailed to his, and she took in the warmth of his smile.

“You’re the one I love, not them, and it does not matter to me how pretty they are, as they are not you. You’re the only one I have eyes for, [F/N]. You’re smart, funny, clumsy at times, and while you struggle, you also overcome. You’ll never be a shackle to me, either. You’re a home, [F/N]. You’re someone I can come back to, and someone I want to come back to. As for womanly charm, I think you’re gorgeous. You don’t need bust to be considered beautiful or womanly, if anyone tells you otherwise they’re selling something. There are cons to being busty as well, such as back problems and—“

[F/N] burst out laughing, pressing their forehead up against Kazuha’s.

“Pffft—! Thank you, Kazuha! Don’t let the Captain hear you say that— Heheheh! That’s—! Back problems… Where’d you even—! Pfft… Where’d you hear that?”

Kazuha’s answering smile was mischievous, and he pressed a quick kiss to [F/N]’s cheek, before whispering his answer.

“As it so happens, the Captain talks about a variety of different subjects when tipsy.“

[F/N] laughed loudly at that, clutching her side as tears stung her eyes.

“Oh my archons… You’re kidding? You’re kidding, right? You’re just teasing me… Pfft…”

Kazuha tilted his head, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You could always ask the Captain and find out, hm?”

[F/N] snorted, shaking her head.

“As if!!! You’re so silly, Kazuha. I love you, you know?” She murmured softly, her cheeks tinged pink.

Kazuha smiled at that, before pulling into a gentle embrace.

“I know, [F/N]. I love you, as well, so very much. There is nothing about you that I don’t adore. Your tendency to fret at times, for one, can be rather endearing. Although, I hope this helped to alleviate some of those more troublesome thoughts.”

[F/N] nodded, pressing her face into Kazuha’s chest with a small smile.

“Mhm… I’m not worrying right now..”

Kazuha hummed softly, running a hand through her hair, a small smile on his face.

“That’s good. If you could do me a favor and find me when you are, so that I can remind you how great you are.”

[F/N] grinned, laughing at his words.

“You’re so silly, Kazuha… I’ll take you up on that.”

Kazuha chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“I’d hoped you’d say that, Love. Silly as I am, I can’t seem to get enough of your company. You see, I’m a fool for you.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #thanks for the ask! #send asks #genshin reader insert #kazuha x reader #genshin fluff #kazuha fluff

[cidthesquid]

My First Look At: Hatsune Miku: Project DIVA Mega Mix+

If anyone here has been wondering what's been eating up all my free time recently, it's been this game.. "Hatsune Miku: Project DIVA Mega Mix+" I don't know if I've mentioned this here, but my three favorite game types are actually ARPGs, Fighting Games and Rhythm games! And now I've found a really fun Rhythm game with Fashion elements!

Clearing songs, and improving your scores gets you points that you can use to unlock new outfits for the various characters, and there are a TON of choices:

Not only that, but you can even mix and match outfits and hair styles, to find something you think suits the look better.

(This changes the hair, and some face features such as makeup)

You'll have multiple accessory slots as well, and you can attach one item in each spot to further customize your look:

(Some of these are very silly, But they're fun to try out!)

I'ts really fun to try out various custom outfits when playing songs! You only get 4 'Custom slots' but for songs that have multiple singers, you'll be able to edit all of them, still only taking up a single slot.

The game only has one standard 'mode', with a few difficulty options. But you'll also have the option to practice specific parts, or you can watch a 'music video' of the song, where it plays its self with the hud removed. (show in the above gif)

As for the characters... I was never much of a miku fan before, Only hearing a few songs in other games, I never sought out her content. And while I won't break down all the characters, I will talk about my impressions of Hatsune Miku.

One game is not much to go on, but she definitely feels like one of those “Universal Appeal” characters, I'm by no means bother by that. But it just means they can't really give her any kind of personality,

On the other hand, it is nice to know that means they don't simply confine her to sticking with one style for her songs.

The game offers a wide range of Vocaloid music, each with a (swappable) lead singer.

And even though Miku's song's are mostly cute and up beat, there are a few edgier and slightly darker ones too. So I'd argue my opinion of Miku has improved overall, as before, I'd really only hear her more popular hits in 'Taiko no Tasujin', and just seeing her posted everywhere as gifs and avatars, I'm not sure if I'd call myself a 'huge Miku fan' but I am enjoying this game.

-- And, as for what character I played the most.. Well, If you've followed my content for any amount of time, You probably already know what type of characters I generally gravitate to:

It looks like Meiko is supposed to be the 'Cool Girl'/Mature Character, But much of her outfit selection feels a bit off to me:

(sorry for the small preview, it's just for reference) It looks like they wanted to give here the tomboy style personality, but they don't really have any outfits that match that, (...Okay, maybe I'm just projecting the personality I want on to her, but the But this game does not really give you a whole lot to go on..) Lots of 'cute' outfits, with only a few mature ones thrown in, (And some of the mature ones honestly feel a little generic) And then there's stuff like these, feels like the start of a good outfit, but then goes a little off the rails... (they look way too busy)

I have no problems with offering revealing outfits as an option, I've play games using some myself. But I just don't personally find these visually appealing. It really feels like they were too afraid to branch out with her outfit styles I really feel they should have given her better variety, or at least a specific style that stood out more from the rest. I'm not even sure what's going on with here 'modern' outfit (left) I feel they could have used some of the cool designs from luka (right)

But anyways, I really don't know anything about Vocaloid culture, maybe I missed the point, and this all perfectly fits Meiko's personality, IDK, (let me know in the comments) ..But I still work have preferred more options. --- Anyway, I've still been having a blast playing this game! and even though the fashion elements are fairly light, I still enjoyed them. Oh and just as a disclaimer, I was using a few QOL mods in this post, So be aware that some things (like having English subs) may be different from the vanilla game! Anyways, thanks for reading! (comments/constructive criticism is always welcome!)

#fashion game #cute #dress up game #dress up #hatsune miku #vocaloid #project diva #mega mix #steam #modded

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

Now that we’re in the solo era, enlistment for everyone left is on the horizon, BTS/individual members have gained international exposure, and because they are aging, I’m wondering what the next phase of marketing and fan engagement for BTS may look like. In my view, the Face promotions were very lukewarm, but perhaps Brian ends up on Suga’s tour. But if that’s the model, I hope they have a better playbook for Jungkook’s album. Certainly JK’s CK promotions are worldwide so there’s a built-in sustained awareness prior and during his release. If he is collaborating with Bieber, that gives him clout and exposure, especially in U.S. I read that Bang Si-Hyuk just purchased a mansion in L.A. so the U.S. is a place he wants to spend more time.

The members have grown increasingly frustrated with the questions they receive during their lives and “shipping” isn’t a sustainable model for men in their 30’s. The cross-promotional ships (Taennie and Liskook) also seem like they’ll have a limited shelf life, although Tae is still working hard, what with the glances towards BP during the Harry Styles concert and the Foundrae “couple” necklaces recently. JK did his part by watching part of BP at Coachella…these are efforts that must be done for the “greater good” of making K-pop a worldwide phenomenon and to keep EVERY ship afloat for free publicity purposes.

But what comes next is my question. What’s your opinion?

@blue703 Apologies for the delay, I keep wanted to come back and respond to your ask but every time, I wasn't quite sure what to respond with. In the end though I need to answer this, so I'll try my best.

What comes next?

Following on from recent events, I think we're obviously going be seeing Takeook more, at events and most probably shows together. However, if I were to hazard a guess and be more specific I could see the following things happen:

Doing Lives together

Doing a variety show together

There is a rumour of a new GCF filmed last year, could JK have been working on a GCF series that heavily features Tae

I think we're definitely getting a subunit, possibly for The Marvels, or perhaps a big Korean film that might premiere at Cannes.

At one point two years ago, I thought perhaps Taekook might be working on music together (this is confirmed) for a potential joint album somewhere down the line. With recent happening this I think could be a bigger possibility.

I could see them doing a joint tour.

I think we'll see more public outings of them by themselves without Wooga or BTS members.

I think the next phase might see Tae hanging out with 97 line too.

The boys may travel together abroad public ally, perhaps for official work.

I think what might be crucial over the next few years, is JK's Itaewon House (I personally think whilst initially in JK's name I think is definitely now jointly owned by both the boys), I think at some point Tae will either sell his apartment or gift it to his family, if does this I could see him "moving" closer to Itaewon, or just straight up move in with JK as a roommate.

We could also start to see more Blind Items about them on gossip sites, particularly western sites like CDCN.

I could, if the military allows it, see them enlist together on basic training but be stationed apart.

I think BTS will all re-sign with BigHit, though I definitely think all the boys want more control and freedom to perhaps the new deal looks more like a business partnership with BTS and individual members on their own separate label.

#my asks

[rosainta]

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RQDL Announcement + Wednesday Art Dump!

Started December 13th, 2023 at 8:00AM, Home

Finished December 13th, 2023 at 10:45PM, Home

Announcement #1

Hello there, wonderful viewer!

(“Meet the Demoman” Art by me— more on that later!)

Firstly, the bad news.

I’d like to apologize for not posting these past couple of days. I realize that the whole point of these logs is that they are supposed to be daily… hence the name Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs, LOL, and me breaking that purpose so soon after starting is a bit disappointing.

However, as I was attempting to continue King of Hearts (Part Three) over those two days, I came to realize that, unfortunately, I actually don’t have enough time to write as I initially thought I would. At least, during the weekdays. This is mostly in part due to classes, extracurriculars and just general life stuff, and as much as I want to urge myself to write and just wing the rest, that’s sadly not possible. And I don’t think that the only 3 hours I have free before sleeping is enough time to write anything substantial, much less of good quality that both of us could enjoy.

I’m sorry if you were looking forward to anything recently, like KoH3, only for it not to be there. I know I promised you that it would be the next log, but I believe I may have to push that farther out to this weekend, or worst case scenario next week.

I know it’s probably not such a big deal for you as I’m putting it here, since I am probably just another random TF2 person on the Internet for you (who, mind you, has only really been active for about 4 days), but it means a lot to me.

I made this vow of continuity and quality to both myself (to improve my writing skills and commitment) and you (to give back to the community whose inspiration never ceases to amaze me), and it pains me to know that I have already failed to follow through with it.

However, as much as this sucks, this does not give me the right to sulk over it, because sulking is for MAGGOTS!!! (Just kidding- sulk as much as you want, we still love you!)

Which is why in order to fix this, I propose….

A SOLUTION!!

(Now, the good news!)

(“Meet the Engineer” Also art by me— explanation coming in a bit, just a little more patience!)

Now, what I’m about to propose is a bit complicated, and I’m not entirely sure if this is going to work… but hey, at least it’s only after the 4th log right? Beginnings offer a lot of room for experimentation. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll fix it when we get there.

So, because of real-life scheduling conflict, the best way for me to balance this out with writing (as well as all the other things I’d like to include here), I have decided to make a schedule for when and what these logs will look like and contain. Most of what will be on it will likely be considerably shorter works in comparison to say, King of Hearts, because of obvious time constraints, but they include a lot of different things to look forward to aside from the same old writing scheme, like say, artwork!

This way, it provides a bit more variety (so you’re not just stuck reading TF2 essays everyday LOL), and also the possibility for you to provide input, ask questions and make requests!

The first goals I had in mind when making these logs was for this to be fun and enjoyable for both of us, as well as sustainable. So, by having this schedule, hopefully that can fulfill both those goals. Now, enough of my babbling; here it is!

RQDL SCHEDULE

Weekdays (Mondays-Thursdays, possibly Fridays)

Posting time: around 10:30PM, Atlantic Time

Monday : short writings (poems, vignettes, opinions, other stuff like that.)

Tuesday : same as Monday

Wednesday : artwork &/ musical composition (such as shown above!)

Thursday : same as Wednesday

(Friday, possibly) : art requests, anything you’d like!!! (Within reason, of course. I have never attempted NSFW, so let’s maybe steer clear of that… for now)

Weekends (possibly Fridays, Saturdays & Sundays)

Posting time: earlier or later than 11:00PM, Atlantic Time

(Friday, possibly): writing requests, anything you’d like!!! (Again, within reason, of course. still steering clear of NSFW for the time being)

Saturday: long projects (multi-part stories, opinion essays, major art or music projects, publishing, etc.)

Sunday: same as Friday / Saturday

So, yeah, that’s the schedule for the logs! I hope you find it has more variety, and I’m really looking forward to being able to follow through with it, especially the requests part because it allows me to be able to interact with you all more and be able to hear your thoughts!

Again, I’d like to stress that the purpose of these logs is for them to be sustainable but most of all enjoyable for the both of us, so please let me know what I can improve over the course of these logs so those purposes can be realized! Your input is as important to me as booze is to Demo’s survival, so feel free to let me know what you’d like to see next.

Anyhow, that’s it for this announcement! I’m sure you’ve had enough of my rambling as much as my fingers are getting tired of typing, so I’ll just end this off with a final Spy art.

Have a great day, pally!

(“Meet the Spy” Art by me!)

(P.S. All of this artwork dates from around January from an old Daily Art challenge I made for myself, so it is quite old, but I thought it might be nice to share them anyway instead of them just sitting in my camera roll for the rest of its lifetime, LOL. I might post the rest tomorrow!)

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve

Image source: Rosain Quivan

Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

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