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🎤🎶 Karaoke Night! 🎶🎤 What better way to unwind than to belt out your feelings with some friends?
Another big art piece that I've been wanting to do for a long time! I slowly chipped away at this over some weeks and did a proper background for once. Surprisingly it was harder to do the lighting than the background, but I'm pretty happy with the soft glow I managed to do. That and the little props on the table. Enjoy! 💕
Angela Crust and Eiffel belong to @princesscallyie !
Olevia Masters belongs to @thereallordgrape !
#callyieverse#olevia masters#dai tai#Angela crust#Eiffel#my art#laylayarts#digital art#illustration#oc#I'm challenging myself to do bigger illustrations#the last one took me 22 hours but this one took me about 17#since I already had references at the ready#and credit to Callyie again for Dai Tai's outfit because it's still one of my favorites of all time!
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Amanda x Angela Ship Questions
Who is the cuddler?
Angela
Who makes the bed?
Amanda
Who wakes up first?
Amanda
Who has the weird taste in music?
Angela
Who is more protective?
Amanda
Who sings in the shower?
Angela
Who cries during movies?
They both do, depending on the movie
Who kisses more roughly?
Angela
Who is more dominant?
Angela, but this dominance brought out this side in Amanda that Angela doesn’t know how to deal with at first
Who is the most affectionate?
Angela
Most common argument?
You need to take better care of yourself (Angela) + you can’t protect me from everything (Amanda)
Who apologizes first?
It can vary. Angela is the most likely to apologize faster or first because she often believes everything is her fault and doesn’t want to ruin things. Amanda takes a bit longer to process things, but she’s very sensitive to Angela’s feelings and is very aware when she’s done something to hurt her.
Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together?
Watching Forensic Files or true crime shows
Who drives and who rides shotgun?
Amanda likes to drive the most when they’re together because she thinks it’s adorable the way Angela points to things outside and talks about them
Who is most likely to carry the other?
Amanda. She’s literally six feet tall, Angela could never
Nicknames?
For Angela: Ange, babe, boo, idiot
For Amanda: Manda, honey, babe, also idiot
Who proposes?
Amanda
Who sings along with the radio?
Both of them
Who worries the most?
Amanda
Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
Amanda
Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?
Neither
Who tops?
Angela. At first.
Who initiates kisses?
They both do. But Amanda does it more often.
Who reaches for the other’s hand first?
Amanda
Who is more ticklish?
Angela
Who brings home an animal they found?
Angela
Who holds the umbrella for the other when it rains?
Amanda. Angela’s too short, she physically can’t do it.
Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?
They both do, depending on where
Who kills the scary bugs?
Amanda. Angela isn’t exactly afraid, she just cries if she kills one
Who asks weird questions at random in the middle of the night?
Angela
Who hogs the blankets?
Angela
Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?
Usually Angela, but sometimes Amanda can also be the same way
Who always makes coffee for the other in the morning?
Amanda
Who says “I love you” first?
Angela
Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?
Angela tells her family first. The rest of their friends literally made bets about them getting together
Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?
Amanda
Who cooks best?
Amanda
Who wears the other’s jacket?
Angela
Who uses cheesy pickup lines?
Angela
Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
Both of them
Who makes the other one laugh the most?
Angela
Who needs more reassurance?
Angela
Who would have to bail the other out of jail?
Amanda
What would be their theme song?
Pegasus by Arlo Parks, Phoebe Bridgers
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
They both have an article of the other’s clothing with them the entire time
Who eats the other’s uneaten pizza crusts?
Angela
Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?
Angela
Who would throw the other into a pool?
Amanda
Who is the morning/night person?
Amanda is the morning, Angela is the night person
Who gives the other person cool-looking rocks?
Angela
Who is the big spoon? Who is the little spoon?
Amanda is the big spoon, Angela is the little spoon
Who talks smack when playing video games and then loses?
Angela
Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?
Amanda
Who is most excited to tell their friends they’re dating?
They’re both a little shy with it considering their line of work, so the announcement comes slowly but surely
Who still blushes when they say ‘I love you?’
Angela
Who is the protective one?
Amanda
Who likes to jump into the other person’s arms?
Angela
Who likes to take artsy photos together?
Amanda
What do they like to watch together after a long day?
Criminal Minds
Who is most likely to kiss the other on the cheek?
Amanda
Who is most likely to break out in a spontaneous dance?
Angela
Who would sing a love song to the other in the car?
Angela
Who can’t help but giggle when the other compliments them?
Angela
What do they say to one another before they go to sleep?
“I love you, idiot”
Who looks at the other person like they are their world when they’re not looking?
Amanda
Who would win in a pillow fight?
Amanda but not really because it’s her literal nightmare to have Angela be hurt (even though it’s a pillow)
Who loves to be held the most?
Angela
Who asks the other how to spell a word?
Angela (this is actually real)
Who loves to have the other rest their head on their chest?
Amanda
Who makes funny faces to make the other person laugh?
Angela
Who puts their hand on their partner's knee while driving?
Amanda
Who goofs around in the kitchen more?
Angela
How do they say “I love you” without really saying it?
Amanda: “What can I make for dinner tonight?”
Angela: “Let’s go relax. Let me do your hair.”
What would they marathon?
Honestly, Bachelor in Paradise but they’d also complain about how it needs to be more gay
What would their wedding song be?
Fields of Gold by Sting
Who nuzzles into the other?
Angela
Who kisses the other on the head before they go to sleep?
Amanda
What position do they fall asleep in when sleeping in the same bed?
Amanda is on her right side with Angela clinging to her back like a koala bear. They move eventually but that’s how it starts
Who initiates the first kiss?
Angela
Who asks the other out on the first date?
Amanda
Who gets the other out of a speeding ticket?
Amanda
Who sleeps with their dog when the other one is gone?
Angela
Who still has the first gift the other gave to them?
Angela
Who likes to see the other wearing their sweater?
Amanda
Who is the sleepy cute one?
Angela
Who gives the other person the best cards?
Amanda
Who gives a hilarious speech at their wedding about how they met?
Angela
Who has a vast knowledge of random facts?
Angela
Who likes to clean?
Amanda
Who would be a lovey-dovey drunk?
Amanda
Who can’t stop laughing at their own jokes?
Angela
Who distracts the driver by being a bit too provocative in the car?
Amanda. Its her revenge for Angela fucking with her at the studio
Who is the competitive one?
Angela
Who asks the other’s parents for their partner’s hand in marriage?
Amanda
Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?
Angela
Who worries more about the other?
Amanda
Who is more likely to lock themselves out of the house?
Angela
Who would slide down the hall in their socks?
Angela
Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place?
Both of them
Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?
Angela will come out in absolutely nothing, either talking or just having woken up and Amanda will panic because the curtains are probably open
Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?
Amanda
Who likes flower crowns more?
Amanda
Who is the meme lover?
Angela, Amanda is so chronically offline she doesn’t know what they are at first
Who has to teach the other how to fold a fitted sheet?
Amanda
Who’s afraid of thunderstorms?
Neither of them, but the sound can really overstimulate Angela on some occasions so Amanda will hold her in the bedroom where they have blackout curtains and heavy blankets that give some comforting pressure
Who cries over the ASPCA commercials?
Angela
Who considers the other the love of their life?
Both of them
#smosh#smoshblr#amangela#angela giarratana#amanda lehan canto#not reality just for fun#headcanon#i love these two#i adore them
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Characters: Danny Fenton, Wulf (Danny Phantom), Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jason Todd, Angela Foley, Frostbite (Danny Phantom), Willis Todd
Additional Tags: Esperanto, Rescue Missions, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Half-Ghost Jason Todd, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Ghost Biology (Danny Phantom), Hospitalization, Panic Attacks, Jason Todd Has Issues, Weird Biology, Blood and Injury, Surgery
Words: 15,100
Overall Summary: For ghosts and half-ghosts, turning intangible and then letting gravity do its thing is a great way to get to the other side of the Earth in a short amount of time.
Jason Todd, after turning completely intangible for the very first time, learned there are some risks to this method unique to half-ghosts. Namely, that half-ghosts still need to breathe and eat food, but there is no air or food under the Earth’s crust.
Chapter 5 Summary: They have most of the pollution from the Lazarus Pit out, but to remove the rest, Jason is going to need ghost surgery, and maybe learn a thing or two about his own core.
@stealingyourbones
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Angela It's so awkward.
Jenna Well, it gets more awkward because of all the things that Dwight makes Jim do in order for him to stay.
Angela Ugh.
Jenna Dwight makes Jim feed him a piece of pizza.
Angela Crust first.
#haha#peak comedy#dwight x jim#jim x dwight#jim halpert#dwight schrute#jim x pam#the office ladies#the office#the office edit#the office edits#theoffice#theofficeedit#theofficeedits#gif#gifs#gifset#love#john krasinski#rainn wilson#jenna fischer
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The Williams Family
Hestia : Real Estate Moguls
Owning property is no easy feat, especially in this economy - but the Williams family has it in their bones. Known for decades as some of the best real estate moguls for high society, if you are in search of a beautiful and luxurious new home, First Williams (72) was your first stop. A successful business woman who launched Williams Real Estate from the ground up with her husband First Vaughn (74) as a Founding Partner in their late twenties and it has only grown tenfold since then. After earning their seat at the table with other families of the upper crust, they brought their own children into the world: opting to use the matriarch surname, due to the direct connection to the legacy that would be left for them.
Keeping it a family business, First Williams (51) serves as Chief Operations Officer for the company, with a thirst to take over the company once his parents pass the torch. It was through the company that he met his wife First Williams (54), and the two have two sons and a daughter that they adopted from her sister when the child was a newborn. First Williams (49) has kept her family name and threw it into households across the country: a successful career as an interior designer led to her getting her own reality television show, showcasing life with her husband First Stirling (51) and their three children, as well as other members of the Williams clan from time to time. Her husband doesn’t love the cameras, but he does love his wife and knows that her career has only been elevated by her successes on television.
The two youngest sons took a different route, still loyal to Williams Real Estate but heading opposite divisions: First Williams (47) is the Head of the Residential Real Estate Division while First Williams (45) is the Head of the Business Real Estate Division. Both prefer a quieter life, with the former having married his high school sweetheart First Williams (50) and having two daughters with her. The youngest in the family is First Hamilton (43) who also has kept her professional life in the world that her parents built, serving as the Director of Sustainability and Green Initiatives. She married an activist First Hamilton (44) after the two met at a rally during their undergrad - along with First Hudson (46), the three often work together to try and find ways to bring renewable sources of energy and other green initiatives to the forefront of their family’s minds.
First Williams: 72 Years Old, Founder of Williams Real Estate, Angela Bassett, Available
+ First Vaughn: 74 Years Old, Partner of Williams Real Estate, Denzel Washington, Available
First Williams: 51 Years Old, Chief Operations Officer of Williams Real Estate, Jeffrey Wright, Available
+ First Williams: 54 Years Old, Open Occupation, Gina Torres, Available
----- First Williams: 29 Years Old, Open Occupation, Tyler James Williams, Available
----- First Williams: 27 Years Old, Keith Powers, Available
----- First Williams: 25 Years Old, Open Occupation, Normani, Available *
* Note: Williams (25) is the niece of Williams (54) and was adopted as a newborn
First Williams: 49 Years Old, Interior Designer, Reality TV Star, Taraji P. Henson, Available
+ First Stirling: 51 Years Old, Open Occupation, Hugh Jackman, Available
----- First Williams: 27 Years Old, Open Occupation, Laura Harrier, Available
----- First Williams: 25 Years Old, Open Occupation, Justice Smith, Available
----- First Williams: 23 Years Old, Open Occupation, Samantha Logan, Available
First Williams: 47 Years Old, Head of Residential Real Estate Division of Williams Real Estate, Anthony Anderson, Available
+ First Williams: 50 Years Old, Open Occupation, Audra McDonald, Available
----- First Williams: 23 Years Old, Open Occupation, Chloe Bailey, Available
----- First Williams: 21 Years Old, Open Occupation, Halle Bailey, Available
First Williams: 45 Years Old, Head of Business Real Estate Division of Williams Real Estate, Mahershala Ali, Available
First Hamilton: 43 Years Old, Director of Sustainability and Green Initiatives of Williams Real Estate, Uzo Adubo, Available
+ First Hamilton: 44 Years Old, Activist, Jordan Peele, Available
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Here are our first round mean girl match ups!
Voting starts July 15
Names below
EDIT: Voting continuing August 1. (Thank you for your patience while I dealt with computer trouble)
Group A
Alakshmi Verma (Kaijudo) vs Alejandro Burromuerto (Total Drama Franchise)
Amity Blight (The Owl House) vs Andrea Davenport (The Ghost and Molly McGee)
Angelica Pickles (All Grown Up) vs Arcangelo Correli (Neo Yokio)
Ashley A (Recess) vs Bonnie Rockwaller (Kim Possible)
Boscha (The Owl House) vs Brandy Harrington, of the Florida Harringtons (Brandy and Mr. Whiskers)
Brandy Silver (Detentionaire) vs Brit Crust (My Life as a Teenage Robot)
Brittany Boviak (Llyod in Space) vs Brittany Wong (Star vs the Forces of Evil)
Callie (Cleopatra in Space) vs Charmcaster (Ben 10)
Group B
Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Cleo (Clone High)
Darcy (Winx Club) vs Diamond Tiara (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
Duchess Swan (Ever After High) vs Eliza (Craig of the Creek)
Elodie (OK K.O.) vs Fakir (Princess Tutu)
Faybelle Thorn (Ever After High) vs Heather (Total Drama franchise)
Icy (Winx Club) vs Julia (Total Drama franchise)
Kimmie McAdams (Detentionaire) vs Kimmy Mysner (Symbionic Titan)
Lacienega Boulevardez (The Proud Family) vs Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)
Group C
Mami Yagihara (Blue Flag) vs Mandy (Totally Spies)
Marcy Wu (Amphibia) vs Marion Hawthorne (Harriet the Spy the Animated Series)
Melissa O'Malley (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee) vs Mina (Droners)
Mindy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Miranda Killgallen (As Told By Ginger)
Motoko Minagawa (Fruits Basket) vs Muffy Crosswire (Arthur)
Nanami Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena) vs Nanette Manoir (Angela Anaconda)
Nina Harper (Braceface) vs Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls)
Paulina (Danny Phantom) vs Praxina (Lolirock)
Group D
Princess Morbucks (Powerpuff Girls) vs Quinn Morgendorfer (Daria)
Raquelle (Barbie Life in the Dream House) vs Rue (Princess Tutu)
Sasha Waybright (Amphibia) vs Sheena/Tigress (Carmen Sandiego)
Sierra McCool (The Replacements) vs Sissi Delmas (Code Lyoko)
Stephanie Knightleigh (Edgar and Ellen) vs Stormy (Winx Club)
Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) vs Tammy Larsen (Bob's Burgers)
Tiff Crust (My Life as a Teenage Robot) vs Tricia Holmes (6Teen)
Trixie Tang (Fairly Oddparents) vs Veronica Lodge (Archie/Archie's Weird Mysteries)
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B F and M, if you will! ❤️
EEE THANK U ASHFAE <3
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
Oh goodness yea. So much of my dialogue and interaction is literally things that happen often between me and my husband xD also a lot of the queer longing i put into these fics is rooted very firmly in reality lbr.
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
I'd have to go with this bit from the Youth Pastor/Bad Boy reverse omens au that I've been working on where they're just settling into their burgeoning friendship and go out for pizza:
“But, if I can wax poetic about this ‘basic pepperoni’, you have to try my ridiculous concoction of a pizza.”
Gadriel smiled mischievously at him, continuing to finish his slice, “I was already going to do that, but deal.”
Ezra took a bite of the pepperoni, enjoying it the same way he had enjoyed his own slice. “The crust still stands, the semolina flour giving a smooth finish while the cornmeal makes for a nice crunch. The inclusion of cheddar-jack along with the mozzarella makes for a lovely combination of sharp and mild that dances along the palate. The pepperonis are perfectly cupped, holding just enough grease to cut through the acidity of the marinara, which given the rustic texture of the tomatoes and the garlic clove I believe must be made in house, rather than purchased and used from a can. Incredible, five stars.”
Gadriel chuckled. “I can’t believe you just did that, has anyone told you that you are incredibly pretentious?”
“I’m not pretentious, I just know good food when I taste it,” Ezra said with a huff.
“I dunno,” Gadriel drawled sarcastically, “I think maybe someone isn’t quite as down to earth as they want everyone to think.”
“Says the man who drinks beer for the first time just to look cool?”
“Ehh… point taken.”
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
Oh man there are so many that I have sitting in me and Ouida's server xD. A few that I'm very excited about:
A human au where Crowley is a repressed incel who doesn't realize he's gay and wanders into a queer kink bar by mistake on his way to an alpha male grindset meetup at a different bar and meets leather daddy Aziraphale who gives him a new lease on what being a man is about.
A book canon fic where Aziraphale and Crowley's corporations are damaged to the point where they have to discorporate in a battle back in celtic times, but their bodies are in a ravine and they are slowly decomposing because no one knows they're there and they can't off themselves (obviously no one actually dies, I just want the imagery of bodies decomposing together because I listen to too much Hozier).
Another human au where Crowley works at a truckstop and Aziraphale is the big quiet bear of a trucker who frequents the establishment and Crowley is Big Time Horny for him.
Reverse omens Beauty and the Beast fusion but it's specifically The Tiger's Bride by Angela Carter inspired.
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TOP SHOWS PART ONE
Okay here’s a list of my top shows, in no particular order, based on rewatchability, acting, cinematography, writing, surprising moments, and overall season by season/series satisfaction
HEARTSTOPPER
Perfect 10/10 A+ emotional fluff serotonin producing GORGEOUSNESS. The casting, writing, directing, acting, music choices, cinematography, and impact could not be improved in any way. I cannot wait for s02!! Queer joy forever 💖💖💖 Nick and Charlie are my children now and need to be protected at all costs.
SENSE8
One of the most unique, stunning, surprising, and satisfying shows I’ve ever seen. A+ 10/10 would not change anything (except how it got cancelled, fuck off Netflix). ALSO QUEER JOY FOREVER 💕💕💕💕 The Wachowskis are goddesses of film making sorry it’s true I don’t make the rules.
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
It’s kickass, it’s groundbreaking, it’s funny, it’s campy, it’s sad, and the 90s fashions are ON FUCKING POINT. It’s a classic for a goddamn reason okay??? For a show about supernatural beings it manages to be one of the most human and relatable things I’ve ever watched.
PEAKY BLINDERS
A show about working class gangsters with a Roma background set in Birmingham England right after WWI?? YES PLEASE. Amazing acting and costume design and a whole lot of ‘what the fuck just happened?!’ moments. Come for Cillian Murphy as Tommy Shelby, stay for Helen McRory as Aunt Polly. Cause she’s a baddaassssss.
LEVERAGE
Found family found family found family!! A show that manages to take 5 main characters on arcs that end in better places than they started, which is so so refreshing. Incredible acting, and plots that manage to combine humor and gut punches with a slight hint of camp (aka my happy place). Added bonus for calling out capitalism and corruption without seeming too overbearing. 10/10 A+ no notes.
BLACK SAILS
Technically it’s a prequel to Treasure Island set during the Golden Age of Piracy; realistically it’s a hell of a lot more surprising, heartbreaking, and GAY than that. Another show that manages to make you go ‘what the fuck?!’ at every turn. A+ costumes and cinematography. And the characters themselves are so complex and intriguing; they’re angry and defiant and have a relatable ‘we’re gonna lose this war but we WILL make it an end to remember’ energy. Also Toby Stephens as Captain Flint. I mean. GODDAMN.
BONES
Probably the most ‘normal’ show on this list but like. IT IS SO GOOODDDD. The cases are well done, the cast of characters is interesting, the music is on point and so poignant, and the finale is satisfying. Do they have some misses along the way? Yeah for sure. It ran for 11 seasons it’s not really a surprise there were some problems. But they also had great representation for an early 2000s show (Cam, a black woman, running the lab, Angela being bisexual), great plot arcs, and some of the best individual television episodes I’ve ever seen (Gravedigger anyone? Judas on a Pole?) Plus these 2. I just love them so much.
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
Where do I even start with this one? Cool world building? Check. Awesome animation and design? Check. A wide variety of characters, especially nuanced and non stereotypical female ones? Absolutely! ATLA will make you laugh, cry, and think about the world, all in one episode. Then there’s Zuko. His arc is just one of the best examples of character growth ever seen on TV. I love this show as much as the cabbage merchant loves his cabbages. 10/10 A+.
NORTH AND SOUTH (BBC)
If you love period dramas but are sick of shows that focus exclusively on upper crust rich people problems, watch this 2004 mini series. It’s based on an 1850s novel by Elizabeth Gaskell and follows the story of a girl who grew up in the countryside in the south of England but then moves to the grittier, darker, more industrial north. There’s in your face poverty, worker’s strikes, political upheaval and a whole lot more. It’s fabulous. Brendan Coyle and Richard Armitage star and let me tell you, RICHARD IS IMMACULATE. It also features the BEST ONSCREEN KISS OF ALL TIME I MEAN JFC LOOK AT THAT JAWLINE I AM DEAD.
BROOKLYN 99
Aaaaahhhhh this show!! It’s diverse, it’s poignant, it’s clever, it laughs at toxic masculinity, it’s quotable af, it’s a sitcom that proves you don’t have to be an asshole to be hilarious. The ensemble is lovable, the relationships are on point and oh, did I mention it’s HELLA QUEER? 10/10 everyone go watch.
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Doctor Who
I love particular seasons of it but not every doctor or season soooo I can’t really say it’s a favorite all time overall show. Ninth and Tenth Doctor tho? THOSE ARE MY BOYS.
Merlin
I know I know I know - how is it not a top show when 60% of my blog is Merthur? Idk man. I’ve only watched it once and I really like to live in the fic universe more. Sorry. Maybe I’ll do a rewatch and my feelings will change but until then…🤷🏻♀️ I still love you Colin and Bradleyyyyyy.
Good Omens
Another show that I’ve only watched once. I absolutely ADORE the Aziraphale and Crowley dynamic but I don’t really care about the rest of the show or characters? So I can get all the ineffable spouses cuteness I need from fic. I am looking forward to s02 though!
The White Queen
Based on a Philippa Gregory novel, this is another Tudoresque historical drama telling the story of Elizabeth Woodville and the Wars of the Roses. The acting is really good and the pacing well done. I’ve watched it a few times and really enjoyed it.
#tv#about the blog#about me#long post#long post for ts#wow a lot these shows are hella queer aren’t they#HMMM I WONDER WHY THAT COULD BE#lol#my post#mine#queeranomaly#nelsonandspringforever#if you guys need new shows I guess these are kind of recs!!
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Corra Linn
The second of my Scottish cheeses is a robust, unpasteurised Lacune sheep’s milk cheese made with traditional rennet. Errington Cheese in Carnwath, South Lanarkshire, is named after the founder Humphrey, who (as with Dunlop, and so many others) moved to the farm with a plan to reinvigorate traditional cheesemaking in the 1980s. Their many cheeses (including Lanark Blue, Tinto and Blackmount) are now made by his daughter Selina and daughter-in-law Angela.
The young cheese is rubbed with oil and wrapped in muslin before being matured for anything up to two years. It has a wonderfully pitted, dense crust, with a hard golden yellow paste underneath. The smell is farmyardy, like fusty old books mixed with sweet hay, and it has a firm, dry bite. You can pretty much taste this complex cheese from the photo - a salty, umami, vegetal savouriness like broth, fading into a subtle sweetness.
£46.95/kg, George Mewes, Glasgow
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Does Olevia ever help Dai Tai & Angela out on performances or ballet recital plays in the Opera House such as Swan Lake or The Nutcracker????
@thereallordgrape may answer this better, but I don't see why not!
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Yellow 01
Happy yellow / radiate your soul glow / Can be mellow like runny egg yolk / but we like the sunny side/up bright almost light dazzle us in summery delight / million dollar smile of this child/’s colour zings, suck on a lemon and feel your blood sing / pineapple tipping your tongue fuzzingfizzing you can’t help but happy grinning
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‘And in the strange
country fitfully lit by the inward-turning suns of her yellow
eyes, such alien trees shake out moist leaf
and the seed-crusted ferns uncoil with a slow
blindness
in the rich fruit-cake of her dark recesses where the wrinkled
intuitions of her summer roses stir and tremble in their sleep
for spring is coming and the fat buds buldge.’
Angela Carter, My Cat in Her First Spring
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‘and a fragment of a human voice tore itself out and came past, it seemed
already long ago, trailing
a bad dust of its dream which touched his skin. He thought of women.
What is it like to be a woman
listening in the dark? Black mantle of silence stretches between them
like geothermal pressure.
Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens
to the blank space where
his consciousness is, moving towards her. Lava can move as slow as
nine hours per inch.
Colour and fluidity vary with its temperature from dark red and hard
(below 1,800 degrees centigrade)
to brilliant yellow and completely fluid (above 1,950 degrees centigrade).
She wonders if
he is listening too.’
XII. LAVA
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
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‘When the black and white clouds come together, they create man. When the blue and yellow come together, they create woman. The woman tries to reach the man three times. On the fourth try, she finds him. He invites her to live with him. She agrees. As they sit by the fire of their newfound home, a coyote, a family Canidae visits, he says he was born from an egg. He brings witchcraft to the world, the first thing people need. Witchcraft is magic and so is fire and so are words. They sat by the fire, telling stories of the second, third and fourth world so that by so telling came to be.’
Nicole Walker, The Egg came First, Egg
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‘the first yellow beam of the sun struck through the innumerable prisms of an immense and exquisitely chiselled diamond - and a white radiance was kindled that glowed upon the air like a fragment of the morning star.’
F. Scott Fitzgerald, X, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz
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‘That was all. The wind died along the tall grasses of the valley. The dawn and the day resumed their place in a time, and the risen sun sent hot waves of yellow mist that made its path bright before it. The leaves laughed in the sun, and their laughter shook until each bough was like a girl’s school in fairyland. God had refused to accept the bribe.’
F. Scott Fitzgerald, X, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz
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‘put up his hands to shield his sight. Before their eyes the whole surface of the mountain had changed suddenly to a dazzling burning yellow, which showed up through the jacket of the turf as light shows through a human hand’
F. Scott Fitzgerald, X, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz
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'A light flowered yellow in the blue dusk'
Anna Kavan, Ice
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‘Yellow oblongs stained the pure white in front of the windows. In the air the snow was transformed into a showering gold as it passed the lights’.
Anna Kavan, Ice
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‘white stationary shadows beyond the moving fabric of falling white. Snowflakes turned yellow like swarms of bees round the lighted windows.’
Anna Kavan, Ice
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“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.’
A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
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‘YELLOW - HOPE
Yellow is carefree and confident. It’s not on the defensive. It acts as a shield against despair and feelings of humiliation. It’s eager for our attention, like a happy child delighted to be at the centre of things. At times, its energy can be oppressive, but like its most famous ambassador – the lemon – there are few things it won’t enhance. The German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loved yellow, considering it to be the colour of a gently hopeful attitude to life. He owned a collection of twenty yellow waistcoats, which he always twinned with white trousers – for he loved a little serenity as well.’
Journal 2, THE PSYCHOLOGY OF COLOUR: MUSINGS FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE
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In honor of Day 23 for @laylaylamode and @thereallordgrape’s writing prompt challenges.
Basteta does love to vibe to the 2001 cover of “Lady Marmalade”. Junji introduced her to the song when they were younger and the cat girl just fell in love with it. If it comes on then she’ll definitely start an impromptu sing along. She got the Lil’ Kim parts down pat. And if Dai Tai and Angela join in then you know you’re in for a hell of a show! The girls have been trying to get Olevia into doing it with them, that girl has got some sultry moves (courtesy Basteta and Dai Tai).
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Lights, Camera, Action- The city of Townsville gains a brand new demigoddess. (2300+ words)
Junkyard Dogs- Xiang and Dai Tai tackle some hounds in the streets of China. (2700+ words)
My first two callyieverse fanfictions. Enjoy. 😌
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Angela: So, Benji, have you met someone yet?
Benji: Noo, but I think Seth, the new guy in my department, likes me.
Angela: Oh? Well ask him out then, see what he says.
Benji: Maybe I will, that way I can give him some fashion sense. He's so tacky but it's cute.
By @thepaladincosplays
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Starring; Daichi Sawamura ft Sugawara Koushi
Warnings; 18+ minors dni + fem reader + monsterfucking + assumed/temporary character death + injury + blood + gender norms + marriage/remarriage + size difference (Daichi is 7ft +) + manhandling + face sitting + knotting + unprotected sex.
Word count; 7.1k
Note; Previous written as a collab piece, this fic is a rewrite/inspired of angela carter’s little red riding hood story entitled the company of wolves. Please heed all warnings and enjoy <3
Network; @planetonet
❝Despite your life long fascination with all things ghoulish, you never could have accounted for the day your life would turn upside down. Who knew that fiction and legend didn’t live only between the pages of a well beloved book. ❞
A C T 1
There were tales your grandmother used to tell you in the dead of night of ghouls, witches, and goblins all to lull your active mind straight to sleep. You always loved when she put you to bed, so excited to see how she twisted old folk tales and legends of ghosts into something entirely new just for you. Never once had you suspected that all these stories were anything more than old wives' tales meant to scare restless children into a fitful slumber. Not even as you aged and delved deeper and deeper into the world of monster and fantasy, a budding fascination steadily growing into something akin to obsession.
You loved the tingle that would crawl up your spine at each new horror that came to life before the crusted pages of a book so worn you wonder if it’d crumble to dust if you weren’t careful. These stories brought a spark to the mundane happenings of your day-to-day life, something about them oh so addicting. But there was only so much your town's single library offered and even less in the one bookstore nestled on Mainstreet. Though you craved more the thought of leaving the small mountainside town was terrifying, so you never did. With a laptop, you had the whole world at your fingertips, so a lifetime in the only place you considered home was a small price to pay for the loss of a dream. You couldn’t make a career out of chasing fairytales so you told yourself you’d be content with working at the bakery you loved visiting in your youth and that your hobby would remain just that, a hobby.
There was no merit in chasing fantasies. That’s just what they were, fantasies, or the stuff of nightmares it just depended on who you asked but nevertheless, these creatures fabricated pieces of the past. They were made to scare and fascinate all at the same time; a phase you were meant to grow out of once you were old enough to know better. Maybe you didn’t know any better, still believing in everything you were ever told even at the ripe age of twenty-two. It might have made you a fool but that didn’t matter, there were more than enough town crazies to keep you safe from town gossip. When it came to you they only cared for the status of your relationship.
Engaged five years to Sawamura Daichi, it seemed that everyone who occupied the little town you called home was counting down the days until you finally tied the knot. High school sweethearts were about as common as coyote sightings in these parts. But it was strange for the couple to wait so long, or at least it was seen as strange in these parts. It was laughable the way they poked and prodded you for details only to whisper that it was never going to last if you kept him waiting. Yet those who judged failed to realize that divorces were just as common as early marriage.
It was tiring but you loved him so much that you didn’t care what others thought. How could you? Daichi was the love of your life and five years of engagement was nothing in the grand scheme of things when you planned to spend your lifetime by his side. You’d never part ways with him if you could help it.
If you could help it.
You’d think a lot about your devotion to him the night of your wedding but that was yet to come. For now, you’d be found frantically tying up loose ends as that day had yet to come, despite it being right around the corner.
It had to be perfect, you had spent the better part of those five years meticulously planning everything down to the last detail. In your mind, a perfect wedding day was the only way to truly show Daichi how much you loved him because marriage signified the end of just you and him. You’d be expected to start a family, never hear the end of it if you didn’t and you had settled on the fact that a romantic life with him wasn’t in your cards. You always knew that there was a certain order to things, that as you aged you were meant to fulfil certain roles and duties. There were things that you had to do as a wife and that included passing on Daichi’s family and no matter how much your friends tried to cheer you up, you knew that raising a family meant your life would be fundamentally different. You’d seen it time and time again and even though Daichi insisted that marriage wouldn’t change a thing.
It just didn’t seem like it would be in your cards.
It didn’t matter how many times he’d clasp your hand in the dark of night and swear to you that all he wanted was your happiness. You knew better than to believe such sweet lies. He wasn’t the first to make such a promise. Your parents did, claiming they’d support you no matter the decision you made but when it didn’t fit in their picture-perfect life, well then they had to do everything in their power to make sure you’d change your mind. With enough pushing you finally did. Daichi was a good man and you knew he would never do such a thing. But change was inevitable and one day you knew he’d realize that he would want the life everyone said he deserved. You could never hold that against him, it was human nature.
So you’d smooth his hair away from his forehead, gently kiss the tender skin and whisper, “I love you.” Nothing would change the love you felt for him. Just like nothing would change how utterly enthralled you were with the gods and monsters who existed solely between the pages of a legend. That was just who you were. Fate wouldn’t change your feelings.
A C T 2
You married Sawamura Daichi on May fifth, exactly six years after he first asked you to be his girlfriend. It was that day you could officially call him yours. Under the wisteria trees, you stood, his eyes brighter than you had ever seen them, yours wet with unshed tears. Flower petals and a soft scent danced across the breeze, the sun beaming down and heating up your cheeks. If you could, you would have frozen that moment so you could live in it forever but all you could do was capture it within a photograph. It would never be enough but it was something tangible. You could hold the image in the palm of your hand and be transported back to that very moment. Never had anyone looked at you with such love in their eyes, it was almost overwhelming, how content you felt under his unwavering gaze. You’d never feel like this again but you didn’t think to savour it because a lifetime with Daichi was supposed to satisfy you endlessly.
It was just too early for you to tell that things would change tremendously in the blink of an eye. Change in ways even you couldn’t predict.
A tear slipped past your lash line as you read the vows he has written for you. Your throat is too clogged with emotion to let out anything other than a choked sob. Those words scrawled across the page weren’t meant for anyone other than yourself. Your friends and family didn’t need to be privy to such intimate thoughts, it felt right for such an affair to be kept between lovers on the precipice of a union. Idly you wondered why this wasn’t standard practice, suddenly finding bold declarations of love to be an egregious affair. The thought was fleeting as each time your eyes flickered back up to Daichi’s sweet brown ones, everything swarming your mind melted away and you were reminded that no such thoughts were needed when you were standing here with him.
Your hands trembled as you slid the gold band onto his finger, nerves set ablaze as reality sunk in. His were steady and warm in yours, calloused palms rubbing against the back of your hand as he gave you a reassuring squeeze. The steady beat of your heart pounded in your ears but you had never been more thrilled. The nerves were just temporary, they struck only for a short moment before settling into nothing more than a fizzling excitement that danced across your chest.
“Do you, Sawamura Daichi take-” the officiant started.
“Yes!” Daichi cut in with a wide smile, laughter ringing out from your guests. He was almost even more eager than you were, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and plant one on you. You were already his in every sense of the word, it didn't matter if there was a paper to make it official.
The officiant shook their head, turning to you with a smile, “Do you-”
“Yes!” you shouted, bouncing on your feet as you gazed back at Daichi. The next words to come out of their mouth hardly even registered as you flung yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Your teeth clicked against his as you kissed him, your nose half mushed against his face but you didn’t care.
Everything surrounding you two faded away until the two of you parted, a familiar heat filling the apples of your cheeks as you turned to your loved ones. You weren’t one to be taken over by emotions in such a manner and neither was he, and he’d never be so bold in front of your parents but things were different now.
The reception was small but looking back it was nothing but a blur. You were far more excited for what came next; your honeymoon. It wasn’t much by most people's standards but it was all the two of you could afford when all of your savings went towards purchasing your first home together. It was a week at the Sawamura family cottage situated four hours away from your hometown, at the base of a small almost heart-shaped lake. Time away with him was all you wanted, you would have gone anywhere even the ends of the earth if it meant you’d be with him. But you should’ve paid more attention to the words of caution thrown your way by the old women of your town or even spoken with your grandmother just one more time before leaving.
All you could remember was to watch out for coyotes, that part of the lake was just crawling with ‘em.
You could hardly recall the one story you had been told a dozen times over. The one about the man who turns into a wolf or was it a beast? You couldn’t remember; the details nothing more than a needle lost in a haystack.
It was late in the evening when the two of you arrived, barely even bothering to unpack your bags before stumbling your way into the bedroom. Your clothing littered across the floor the moment you passed through the doorway. Daichi just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You were his wife forever and always, he may have had the rest of his life to have been intimate with you but he didn’t want to wait. Your lips never left his for more than a second. You craved the feel of him against you and you wouldn’t rest until you had him deeply lodged inside of you.
You giggled as he narrowly avoided hitting his head on the low hanging beam, your hands crawling up his shirt as you finally found the right room. It had only taken three tries, two twin beds and a set of bunk beds to get it right. The mattress squeaked as the two of you tumbled onto it, dust puffing up around you. Wrapping your legs around his hips you whined out his name, your fingers tangling in his hair as you nipped at his neck. Daichi groaned at the feel of your crotch pressing against his growing bulge. As much as he wanted to take you right there with only the moonlight to illuminate your features but there was the nagging voice in the back of his head.
“Hold on,” he huffed, cupping your cheek he slid out of your embrace, “Let me just turn the power on and make sure all the doors are locked.”
Pouting you grabbed hold of his t-shirt, “That can wait, baby,” you muttered, “I can’t and besides I don’t mind the dark,” your lips ghosted over his as you pulled him closer, “C’mon we’ll be quick and then you can do what you need to do.”
“I also need to use the washroom,” he said with a sheepish grin, his thumb smoothing across your skin, “But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”
He pressed a tender kiss to your lips and another to your forehead before walking off.
“Be safe, Daichi.”
He turned back with a smile, “I will,” he said, “I promise.”
And you believed him.
It was a shame that you succumbed to the sweet arms of slumber before he returned back to bed with you. You had no idea that those would be the last words he said before disappearing.
Suddenly what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life became the worst.
That morning when you rose, peppering in goosebumps, eyes puffy, you found no trace of Daichi outside his luggage which sat neatly beside yours. It was as if in the blink of an eye he was plucked from existence. The mounties found nothing but a few paw-shaped prints in the mud at the edge of the driveway. It had been a full moon, there were tracks everywhere and so they created no leads to follow. Soon the case of Sawamura Daichi would grow cold. There were no signs of struggle, no one occupied the neighbouring cottages as the season had just barely begun, and there was simply no evidence suggesting he didn’t leave on his own accord.
So you had to accept that the only one still looking for him was you. Even then there wasn’t much hope as you were forced to return back to your life much sooner than you would have liked. That house you were going to buy was purchased by a sweet family of five while you moved into the apartment above the flower shop. Those harrowing tales of horror you loved so much remained locked away in the memories of your youth. You couldn’t stand to read them let alone think of them, not when life was so cruel and your wedding day felt like something straight out of a fable as if you were some wicked wench that was punished all in the name of karma.
You used to think that you were the protagonist of such stories but you grew to regret it as you had forgotten that fairy tales had a happy ending, not folk tales.
Maybe if you hadn’t been so greedy Daichi would still be with you. But you couldn’t turn back the clock or click your feet and make this bad dream go away. You had to move forward and do what you must to survive. That’s what it felt like living without him. Surviving.
A C T 3
At the age of twenty-six, you remarried. Your new husband was a sweet man who went by the name of Sugawara Kōshi; a teacher at the local elementary school and your first husband's childhood best friend. When Kōshi was eighteen he moved to the city for both an education and a change of pace, he craved something faster and he found it. It wasn’t until you ran into him at the market that you knew of his existence or his connection to your lover. It might have been selfish to chase after him, callous even but to have even the slightest piece of Daichi in your life once more was enough to send you crashing into his arms. And above all, you were lonely, so even if it wasn’t love that you felt for the man the feeling of companionship was more than enough. You knew he needed it too.
At the age of twenty, he fathered a pair of silver-haired twins who looked just like him. At the age of twenty-five, their mother died in a car accident, leaving him all alone in a world that felt too big for him. That’s what spurred him to move back home and to allow the advances of an old friend's widow when romance was the last thing on his radar. He never envisioned his life like this and he supposed neither did you but his children needed a support system and the feeling of overpowering loneliness was enough to cloud his vision.
So after three months of dating the two of you made your way down to the courthouse in the nicest outfit you owned and tied the knot. There was no music or joyful laughter, just peeling wallpaper with water stains and flickering fluorescent lighting to cast a sickly glow upon the two of you. Kōshi didn’t even kiss you, he shook your hand and gave you a watery smile before taking you to lunch at the dinner across the street. He ordered a sundae while all you could stomach was a sugary drink. Guilt crept in long before you had realized, you now were just feeling it because this decision of yours was becoming real. Kōshi took you to Daichi’s favourite dinner in town and on instinct you sat down on the booth you had all but claimed as yours years ago. But what struck you right in the heart was when he suggested the two of you escape for the weekend to get to know each other a bit better, pointing out that the Sawamura cottage was left in your name by Daichi’s parents after his disappearance. You were too stupid to say no, mistaking the bile crawling up your throat as a reaction to your betrayal rather than pure unbridled fear.
The next weekend you were dropping his kids off with his parents and driving back up to the cottage.
“So how did it happen?” Kōshi asked as you fiddled with the radio, his eyes barely darting away from the road to meet yours, “Daichi’s disappearance?”
Biting your bottom lip you let out a sigh, “I fell asleep while waiting for him to turn the power on and use the washroom,” you mutter, “I’m not sure where the circuit breaker was but I know the only washroom on the property is an outhouse,” turning your head away from him you frowned, “There was no trace of him in the morning, just his keys lodged in the side door’s lock.”
You had forgotten that his story had barely made the news outside of your county, his missing persons profile only on the back page of the local paper for a month before it was exchanged for another. Kōshi knew not to press any further, there wasn’t any other information to rely on. If you weren’t granted the slightest bit of closure years later then who was he to expect it. He didn’t need to know all the gritty details and didn’t deserve to. It had been months since the two of you began talking and not once had he ever asked about Daichi’s disappearance, was he just now beginning to feel the guilt too?
“We used to go there all the time as kids,” he said, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, “There’s was this rope swing we use to use that was tied to the old oak tree out back,” he cracked a smile as the memory flashed before his eyes, “Once Daichi swung so hard that the rope snapped and he went flying.”
The foliage was a blur of green as you drove by, you couldn’t find it in yourself to do anything more than nod your head along to his story. If you reminisced too hard you feared you’d burst into tears and that was no way to spend your second honeymoon. It wasn’t fair to Kōshi, not when you were the one who ensnared him. So you forced a smile and feigned a laugh.
“Must have been quite the afternoon.”
He chuckled, “It was and when he resurfaced his father gave him an earful for being so reckless,” you wished you would have found his laugh beautiful, it was the first time you had heard it but it just made you feel worse, “Did he ever tell you that story?”
“No,” you said, your gaze lingering on his for a moment before returning to the window, “In fact, he never mentioned you,” maybe you were using that fact as an excuse to placate your conscious but the way he deflated was more than telling, “I knew an Asahi, Tetsurō, and Chikara but never a Kōshi.”
Shrugging your shoulders you turned the music up to drown out your thoughts. The conversation was over. For the next three and a half hours all that was emitted from Kōshi’s grey Sudan was whatever station reached this far out and the occasional sputter of the engine. He said he’d get that looked at one the two of you got back home. Come Monday you’d begin the process of moving into his bungalow. It would no longer be his house but yours as well. Your new forever home.
A C T 4
The congratulatory banner was still hung across the front door. The letters were mostly faded, weather and time stripping the once pristine fabric of all its glory. Billowing between the trees were remnants of the bright yellow caution tape the mounties spread around the perimeter of the property. No one ever bothered to clear the mess away and you never thought to, so it was ultimately your fault that the past hung heavily in the air. Kōshi grabbed the banner as he passed through the doorway, silently tossing it in the trash bin as you busied yourself with making up the beds.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a warm golden glow flooded the space but everything felt cold.
“You can take the master,” you said as leant against the doorframe, “And I’ll take the one by the bathroom.”
He nodded absentmindedly as he wiped down the inside of the fridge, “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind sharing,” popping his head up, Kōshi scrunched his brows together, “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That sound,” his face pinched up as he tried to concentrate on what he was hearing, “Sounds like an animal nearby.”
Shrugging your shoulders you let out a yawn, “There are coyotes nearby,” closing your eyes you tried to pick up on the noise he was hearing to no avail, “I wouldn’t worry about it, they’re likely miles away if the sound is so faint.”
Shuffling into the living room you ignored the creaking floorboards that followed you, a rough gust of wind taking precedence. With a sigh you pushed back each set of heavy set curtains to inspect each window, making sure to lock each one until you reached the culprit. Dragging your finger across the dust-covered windowsill you poked your head out. Taking a moment to watch the swaying trees and brush you searched for this alleged animal but found nothing other than the occasional squirrel and chipmunk. The metal latch was broken. It wouldn’t close no matter how you shut it. A second pair of footsteps trailed into the room behind you.
Turning away with a huff you shake your head, “We can’t close the window,” your eyes are shut tight as you hope the ache blooming across your forehead was not an impending headache, “We can use a string to shut it for now but tomorrow we should fix it-“
Rather than soft brown eyes catching yours from across the room, you were met with a sickly yellow pair that glowed unnaturally bright as it stared down at you. Before you stood what you could only assume to be some sort of wolf, with charcoal tendrils of fur hanging off its body. Reaching into your back pocket you grabbed your phone, your chest rapidly tightening as your forced yourself to stay still.
Message to Kōshi:
Animal got in. Use the backdoor to head to the driveway. Signal is better, call xxx-xxx-xxxx for help.
Sucking in a shaky breath you shut your eyes, hoping that your presence would be enough to keep the beast's attention away from Kōshi. The wind is knocked from your chest as it pounces at you, throwing you down against the floor. Its sharp black claws dug into your shoulders, just an inch away from tearing your supple skin to shreds. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips, your neck extended as you try to squirm away from its face. But there’s nowhere for you to go, it’s steaming hot breath fanned across your breath acrid salvia spraying all over your face with each ragged exhale. It was as large as it was broad, well over 7ft. It loomed over your figure menacingly even as it was hunched over, each and every visible muscle rippling under the low yellow overhead glow.
This was it, you thought bitterly, and you couldn’t even stare death in its face as it stared down at your quivering form.
Your eyes flew open at the sound of your name. Like a soft breeze on a warm summer's night, you may have missed the faint calling of your name. Gone was the drooling beast, in its place a face so strangely familiar you felt as if you were waking up from a dream rather than facing a wolf so eager to gobble you up.
He called out your name again, his voice strained as he pressed his face against your neck, “It’s me,” he whispered, inhaling your scent with a guttural groan, “Daichi.”
He sounded as if his vocal chords went unused for years, but there was no mistaking his words.
He said Daichi.
He claimed to be your first husband.
Your chest heaved with laughter as tears bubbled up. Was this it? Have you finally lost your mind? Or perhaps you had finally crossed over and this was your punishment for moving on with a man closeted to your love. There was no way that after all these years you had found him once more, in the shape of some sort of man-wolf no less. Life was anything but fantasy and such an occurrence could only be cooked up by a mind so far removed from reality. It was impossible, but the longer you stare back in bewilderment the more you could see his face.
If you removed the fangs, deep underbite, snout, and the fur which covered his ears and neck you would have been staring back at the love of your life.
Were you?
“It’s … It’s been so long,” he groaned, his clawed hands slipping from your shoulders to grab at your hips, “... Missed you so much, sweetheart.”
You strung together a jumbled, nonsensical sentence as you tried to address him but nervous laughter and choked sobs thread their way between each word. Every inch of your skin felt as though it were on fire as rough pawed hands felt you up leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It was unmistakably familiar, the ways in which he explored your body. Grabbing at your hips only to smooth his hands across the expanse of your back, that was how Daichi touched you. A habit that you were so familiar with you’d think it was odd if he didn’t squeeze your hips when he held you in his arms.
“Is it really you?”
He nodded his head, his face contorting into what you assumed to be a smile.
“Then you should let me go,” you cried, pawing at his chest in the hopes he’d remove some of his weight off of you, “We can talk but you need to let me up, please.”
“You’re hurting me,” those words danced on the tip of your tongue as you pleaded with him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say them, he’s never once done anything to hurt you, he didn’t mean to now, you were sure of it. He must not have been aware of how much larger he’s grown, how much heavier.
He shakes his head, globs of salvia flicking out of his mouth. Pressing his hips against yours, Daichi lets out a choked moan, “Need you right now,” he says, his claws threatening to tear up your shirt, “It’s been so long, need to make up…”
His mouth presses against yours in an attempt to kiss you but it’s full of teeth digging into your lips and cheeks until he decides to slip his tongue out. The warm, slimy appendage sliding over your gums and slipping down your throat for a moment. Pushing against his shoulders you let out a strangled breath as he violates your mouth. You hear your clothing be shred to bits before you feel it, the cool night washing over your bare skin, goosebumps rising along your arms. Your chest heaved the moment he gave you even the slightest reprieve. Nuzzling against your cheek he dragged his tongue from your jaw up to your temple, emitting a low whine at the taste of your skin. Cradling your face between his paws for a moment he smiles, his nose rubbing gently against yours. Tears sprung in your eyes, the small gesture so familiar it broke your heart.
Mumbling to yourself for a moment you caressed the side of his face, “I want you,” you felt repulsive for even entertaining the idea but he looked at you like some desperate puppy and you missed the feel of his hands on your body. You never allowed Kōshi to touch you and he never made a move to. Was it really so wrong when he was your husband whom you loved more than life itself? “Make love to me Daichi,” you whimpered, “Please, baby.”
The kisses you plant against his mouth are desperate, your hands smoothing over his abdomen, greedily drinking in the feel of his sinewy chest and silken fur that lines it. You can feel the veins bulging against his taut skin with each swipe of your hand. He’s solid and warm, two things that cement the fact that this was real, that he came back. It was the one thing you needed a constant reminder of as the last few traces of fear and adrenaline slipped away. You were filled with need, it fueled each and every move you made, the one driving force left at this point. And it drove Daichi. An animalistic instinct pumping through his veins, growing stronger with each huff and puff that left his chest.
In one fell swoop, Daichi rolled over so that you were on top of him, your thighs snuggly wrapped around his meaty hips. His claws tore at your bottoms, slicing through the material with ease, eagerly grappling at your hips to tear away your underwear. Effortlessly hoisting you up to his chest, Daichi let out a groan as he deeply inhaled your scent. Your knees buckled as the tip of his nose brushed against your slit. He groaned even louder at the taste of your cunt, his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he took his time relishing in your scent. Fear was one hell of an aphrodisiac. Sticky slick coating your inner thighs, practically dripping into Daichi’s mouth. Like a man starved he dug into you as if it’d kill him to wait any longer. He moaned into your cunt, his tongue swirling around your puffy clit. It’s intoxicating, your very presence made him dizzy, his head spinning in ways they hadn’t in years.
Daichi can’t think, he can’t breathe. Not with you around, not with you like this. He promised himself he’d be good for you, he’d be gentle with you but was drunk with a carnal lust so powerful he just couldn’t stop himself. His claws pressed deeply into your thighs, pain prickling across your skin with each passing second. It mingled with the sparks of pleasure dancing up your spine, overpowering everything else. Nothing ever compares to the feel of Daichi’s on your body. Your jaw dropped open as he wrapped his lips around your clit, slurping on the bud as he pressed your pussy closer to his face. The fur lining his jaw and chin tickled your skin, it brought a giggle to your lips but laughter was soon replaced with a gasp as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip probing your hole. The appendage stretches you surprisingly wide, filling you up nicely. It was a strange sensation, so much softer than you were used to but it had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Your hips jerked in his hold, his tight grip only granting you the freedom of a measly twitch.
“Daichi,” you sighed, your chest heaving, “Oh baby, I’m so close.”
Your hands slip down to grab at the wild mess of hair that laid atop his head. It felt just as it always did when you carded your fingers through the spiky strands. It was unlike the rough and matted fur that covered every inch of his body. His chest rumbled beneath you as he crooned at the gentle petting.
“Make me cum… fuck!... Please…”
Daichi’s nostrils flared, his blood pumping so quickly so violently that he couldn’t hear anything over the loud rhythmic thumping of his heart.
His sharp, jagged claws slashed the tender skin of your thighs as you came. A choked scream forced its way out of your throat, your mind split in two. Your body didn’t know how to react, it heaved forward, muscles tightening on their own accord as you forced yourself to remain upright, riding out your orgasm, strangled pants all you could muster. Stumbling off of him, you slink onto the floor beside Daichi, blood trickling down your legs. He’s yet to notice, a look of bliss on his face as he licks his lips, greedily swallowing every last drop of your essence. It isn’t until he turns his head, eyes glazed over that he notices the three large cuts spanning across your skin. They aren’t very deep, but they stung. You suppose it should feel worse, but you don’t feel anything but lust and a need so strong that you’re already looking past the pain.
Daichi looks like a kicked puppy, flopping onto his stomach to nuzzle against your thighs in an apologetic manner. It smears the blood across his face, mingling with his sweat-soaked fur.
“I know you didn’t mean it, baby,” you whisper, wiping away the tears that managed to wet your cheeks with a shaky hand, “I’m not upset, I know you’d never purposely hurt me.”
Petting his head, your fingertips brush against his large ears. as he leans in further, his blackish tongue darting to lap up the hot sticky blood that spurts out with each small movement. Your nose crinkles up in disgust but he’s quick to clean you up with the utmost care. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through your body but you allowed yourself to slip onto your back, legs spread wide to accommodate his large frame once he’s finished with your wounds.
“I’m sorry,” he rasps, pressing his forehead against yours, his arms pressed firmly against his sides, “Let me take care of you.”
Regret and shame fill him and it makes him happy. These feelings make him feel more humane than he’s felt in so long. Only you could bring him back to who he was and he should feel sickened for being near overjoyed but he doesn’t. It’s electrifying, knowing that he’s capable of such remorse. Though the longer he mulls over the feeling, Daichi realizes that he shouldn’t have been surprised in the first place. He spent years thinking of you, waiting for the day you’d waltz back into his life because you completed him. There was never a shadow of a doubt when it came to you, so elation felt right not surprise. You always brought out the best in him and his condition would never change that.
Shaking your head you smile at him, eyes still watery, “I’m okay Daichi, promise,” your eyes flit across his face, “I need you, so don’t stop,” it comes out whiner than you mean it to be but you can’t help it, “This is how you can take care of me…”
You don’t know what the future might hold and you don’t care. There’s no possible reality in which things could revert back to the way they were but it’s the furthest thing from your mind. All you need is the here and now, you’d smooth out all the bumps and cracks when you could no longer deny their presence. All you want is him, that’s all you’ve wanted for the past four years. You’d be damned if you allowed one tiny, inconsequential bump in the road to end things now.
Tugging him closer to you, your eyes trailed down his pelvis. He looked the most human down there. His cock much longer and girthier than it had been before, a sweltering red-tinted head that leaked precum. It wasn’t the sheer size that intimidated you but the roundish bulb that sat near the base. You weren’t sure what it was, or why it looked like that but you chose not to dwell on its presence. Your breath was stolen straight from your lungs as Daichi pressed into you, the bulbous head hot against your dripping cunt. Adjusting to his size is hellish, your fingernails dig into the worn wooden floors, pieces chipping underneath your hands as you seek some semblance of purchase in the flat ground. A flurry of words jumbled with sharp gasps tumbles from your lips. The stretch burns, you feel like his cock is splitting you in two with each painstakingly slow movement. The floorboards creak and splinter under Daichi’s claws, his muscles bulging as he forces himself to remain slow, keeping as much of himself away from you as he can.
Your velvet walls fluttered around his length, pulling him in deeper. The slow drag of his hips wasn’t enough to satiate your greedy, drooling cunt. Grunts and pleasure-fuelled growls fill your ears as your back meets the ground, your head flopping to the side, a soft puff of air pushing past your lips. Daichi chants your name like a prayer, each syllable more refined than the last. His voice grows more and more steady with each passing beat, a bliss-filled haze settling over him. Grabbing hold of his meaty forearms you moan out his name; stars blurring your vision, a delicious heat dancing its way up to your belly. The knot swells with each rhythmic thrust, syrupy sweet slick dripping down the rest of his length.
“Can I?” he questions, a moan cutting into his words.
You nod your head without thinking. You’ll take whatever he’ll give, the honeyed sounds that leave him so intoxicating you feel drunk with lust. His paw wraps around your wrist as he guides it down to where your bodies meet. Your hips jerk up into your hand when two of your fingers press a firm circle into your clit. Your cunt squelches obscenely loud, it’s heard above each and every heady sound you make.
“Mine,” he mutters, his hips roughly snapping into yours, “You’re all mine,” the base of his knot pressing against your already stretched hole, “My pretty baby.”
His nostrils flare, his jaw jutting out further. It takes every fibre of his being not to plunge his knot into you without a care, to allow those horrid bestial desires to push you even further past your limits. Your fragile human body wasn’t made for this but you took it with such grace he could have been fooled. You writhe beneath him, a shrill squeal bubbling up as he bottomed out. The tip of his cock was pressed snuggly against your cervix. His cock throbs against your walls as he cums, warm white seed painting your insides. There’s so much of it, you feel uncomfortably full as ropes of it spill into you, his fat swollen knot preventing any of it from leaking out.
Rubbing your thumb against his forearm you nod weakly, “Only yours,” you whisper, “He means nothing to me.”
It’s like a weight has been lifted from your chest. The admission was so freeing that this was the first time you ever dared to admit it to yourself.
“I love you.”
Those three words you’d been aching to say once more to him came out as a desperate sob, this wasn’t how you wanted to tell him but once you said them they just kept pouring out over and over again until it felt right.
Your cunt creamed around his length; complete and utter satisfaction rolling over you in waves. Shakily inhaling you pat his arm, lips downturn, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved,” you say, grabbing his hand to kiss his knuckles, “Don’t leave me again, I don’t think I’d be able to survive it.”
“I won’t, I swear it,” he says, shifting some of his weight on top of you, “Never again.”
A pair of hurried footfalls draw closer. Daichi chooses to ignore them, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso so your bare body is flush against his balmy, fur-lined skin. He stood in the doorway, panting, his face red from the chilly night air. Fear was present in Kōshi’s eyes, but they were different from what you saw earlier in the evening. You wonder how much he’s seen if he’s caught on, or even if he was privy to the scene splayed out before him.
None of that matters though.
He’s had to have seen enough to understand that this game of pretending you had been playing was over.
You were granted your fairytale ending and you were talking it without looking back, it didn’t matter how warped it was. You knew enough of how fairy tales worked to know that even an ounce of doubt would send you straight back into the clutches of a miserable partnership.
You weren’t taking any chances.
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Any headcanons for X (technically ayin shh)
Close enough, nonnie. - Mod Finn
Since he's the physical part of what's left of Ayin, is actually pretty old (I'd say somewhere between Abel and Abram in age, maybe older).
More or less a literal husk of the man he used to be (BIG headcanon that Abel/Abram/Adam/Day 50 Ayin are uploaded chunks of his original personality. Have any of you seen 9 by Shane Acker? That, but with chunks of his personality instead of his soul).
Relatively mellow, a little bit clueless, though depending on how many times he's reset himself he can vary wildly, occasionally reveling in the play his "past selves" have arranged.
Occasional God complex.
Looks at Hokma every time and goes "I have no memory of this place", but feels a vague familiarity. Is scared of Binah but cannot put his finger on why.
Regardless of iteration, will take most things at face value and will always do dares. Many of these dares contribute to a reset.
Has no idea he's technically Angela's creator. Interactions with her with this in mind vary.
Talks to himself. A lot. I don't mean under his breath, either- this guy straight-up talks aloud to himself about almost any topic you can think of.
Has never actually met any of the employees! Has only met the Sefriot, and even then, most of their contact is monitored or orchestrated by Angela (as per instructions of the 'play').
No social skills whatsoever. The A Remnants took that in the divorce. Lord help this man if he's forced to interact with someone outside of the scenarios the original Ayin wrote up.
If allowed, would probably pick some name like "Xavier". Doesn't see himself as Ayin any more, and has mixed emotions about the man he once was.
0 memory of Carmen. 0 memory of his life before the corporation. His earliest memories, most of the time, are when he first "arrives" at the facility.
A master at playing along, especially since he has no idea what the hell is going on at any given time, but is the manager. 90% of what he knows is through cobbled-together memories of trial and error, that he eventually assumes is just him having good instincts.
Favorite pizza is a monstrosity. Four cheese pizza with stuffed crust, extra sauce, mushrooms, onions, pineapples, and bananas. Angela has at many points referred to this as "X's Midlife Crisis Food".
Would probably blow his mind if somebody told him about the invention of beds. Sleeps on his desk, or on his chair.
Inexplicable love for the cacti on his desk.
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