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[insomniumstella]

over the water & down below (3) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 3,385

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The temperature was scorching hot by the time they stepped foot on the yacht at barely past twelve in the afternoon. The bouncer at the dock had asked for IDs, meticulously searching through the guest list, and y/n had nearly patted herself on the shoulder for stuffing Amelie Barnes’s ID into the back pocket of her denim shorts before they had left.

The boat had two levels, the upper she assumed to be a luxurious master cabin and the lower floor for leisure, with a large wooden deck, a shaded area for relaxation and cooking, and a ritzy bar.

The two drowned in tense silence as they observed the other guests on Elijah’s rented yacht. People crowded most areas on the lower level, especially the hammock floor near the boat’s bow. Elijah and Nancy know how to throw a party, y/n noted, messing with the loose strings on the hem of her shorts, it's a shame James would drown me if I let loose.

James had peculiarly chosen the couch last night, and the conversation about sleeping arrangements had gone down without too much of a fight if one ignored the scrimmage over pillows. The woman had won, taking both the better pillows and the comforter out of pettiness, regretting it when James got ahold of the suite’s AC remote and turned it into a living hell. The first night in the Lovers’ Suite had been as sweltering as it had been sleepless, and as she stood there on the boat, the last drop of hope for the day to outplay the night slowly vanished.

“James! Amelie!” Elijah’s voice boomed out across the yacht. The politician resided on the deck, sprawled on a lounge chair. “The guests of the hour!” He gestured between the three men beside him, the drink in his hand almost spilling over. “I cannot believe the Winter Soldier is here.” Elijah smiled at them as Nancy settled into his lap. “Come over here.”

The Winter Soldier is here, she cocked her head to the side, what a bizarre choice of words. It’d be reasonable for him to be interested in James, but Elijah Williamson was abnormally engrossed by the Winter Soldier for a Secretary of Defense. She found herself reflecting on last night’s dinner. Elijah had appeared attentive to most of Bucky’s domestic stories, especially the pesto eggs recipe, she thought, but he had also questioned James about weapons, former missions, and Steve? Why would Elijah inquire about Steve? 

“Amelie,” Nancy raked her eyes over y/n’s covered form when they had reached the group, “I sure hope there is a bikini underneath the clothing.” She herself had only a bathing suit on, her skin silky smooth underneath the scorching sunlight.

“There is.” She flashed a sheepish grin without making an effort to remove neither the shorts nor the tank top, her body frozen in place. 

She had never been an insecure woman or someone who’d shy away from tight dresses and mini skirts, but she’d rather choose the option of keeping the tiny red bikini covered than having James see it. Enduring a ‘things were much different back in my day’ monologue had not been on y/n’s to-do list. 

“Good!” Nancy nodded in delight. “Strip down, the two of you. This is a party, not a business meeting.”

In some ways, it was. 

James awkwardly shifted from one foot to another, “it’s for the best the shirt stays on,” a weak chuckle slipped past his lips. “It can be quite jarring.”

The Winter Soldier had always been a faded scar, and Bucky had always been Steve’s best pal from the forties, but James Buchanan Barnes was a blank spot she had never attached meaning to. James was an entirely empty canvas. If she’d recall memories of the field, she’d see a strict sergeant, if she’d recall memories of life back at the compound, she’d see an annoying prick who’d push her in training until she’d break and snitch to Tony whenever she’d use his luxury cars. If she recalled memories of James, as he was, and without barriers between them, she’d see nothing, except a faint shadow of a man who had always been too close yet too far for a meaningful relationship. She had nothing of substance until this moment — James was an insecure man, perfectly hiding behind a wall of forced toughness. 

She placed a tender hand on his arm, pity clawing at her bones, “I think scars tell the stories of who we are,” the ghost of a touch lingered on his skin for a moment too long, “the good, the bad, and the space in between”, a gentle smile etched itself onto her lips, “my handsome, handsome husband." 

He was not her husband, but the painting of scars on his shoulder had never taken away from his beauty; that she could grudgingly admit. 

It was all for show, James understood, yet he foolishly allowed himself to get lost in her softened expression and gracious words. I think scars tell the stories of who we are, he recalled y/n’s words, and though his story had been nothing, but rotten for seventy years, the latter part of his protracted life, had been spent on courageous actions, he’d like to believe. Good, bad, and somewhere in between.

It was abrupt, yet it happened. James neatly folded the t-shirt before hanging it over the lounge chair’s backrest and took a seat, leaning back with his palms firmly pressed against it. She had only ever seen him shirtless once, and the accident had been wiped clean from her memories, whether subconsciously or otherwise, but witnessing James in just a pair of swim trunks painted him in a different light. She had to find a way to extinguish this light, this newfound fire, inside her and do it quick. Did James always have bulging muscles, or a defined Adonis belt, or—

No, she stopped herself, horror burning beneath her skin, James is not attractive.

“Amelie?” A simple word carried heavy meaning. Too much of it. 

The woman had been busted for checking James out, and if she trusted the universe after the ‘James replaced Steve on a vacation in Hawaii’ stunt, she’d ask for the earth, or the ocean below them, to swallow her whole. Except she didn’t, and the only way out was to flash the group a sheepish grin.

“Sometimes it takes a while,” James narrowed his eyes in amusement, “let me help you,” his hands were unbuttoning y/n’s denim shorts before she could protest.

She was grateful he abstained from speaking of her longing gazes on his exposed body in the moment, but y/n was almost certain he’d tease her all about it as soon as they stepped foot off the yacht. If there was to come a day where James would need y/n to do something she would absolutely protest against, a time bound to inevitably arrive, he had gotten enough blackmail to pressure her into acting upon unspeakable actions. The woman's newfound family, the Avengers, would certainly believe she had lusted over James more than James partaking in praise kink activities. His icy demeanor would make it impossible for others to consider him ever calling y/n a good girl. Shit, she thought, shit, the curse word bounced around in her mind for a second time, universe, if you’d like to apologize, this would be the perfect opportunity to split the ocean underneath my feet. 

Heat drenched her cheeks as he nonchalantly slid the material down her legs and then later helped y/n step out of it. She reached for her shirt, hastily removing it because she couldn’t possibly handle the contrast of cool metal and sizzling touch on her exposed skin any longer.

“Sit on my lap,” James insisted. It’s all for show, the glimmer in his eyes read, and she could feel all pity for the man vanishing. 

“Would it get me a good girl?” The words slipped out before she could catch them. Elijah chuckled, the sparkle of merriment in his eyes urging y/n for an explanation. “James has a thing for good girls in the bedroom.”

“Young and in love, right?” The carefree strokes of his stare melted when he had scanned over the group’s faces and returned to glare at her. “Besides, you enjoy it.”

And she did, not with Bucky, for that would be disgusting, but certain men had previously called her a good girl in the bedroom, and she had shamelessly basked in the affection.

Nonetheless, y/n bit her tongue and allowed James to bring her into his lap. A weak cough escaped past his parted lips once their bodies made contact. Alike y/n, fuck, he mentally cussed, but it was for an utterly different reason than blackmail. The soldier's body had betrayed him. 

“I’m Mickey,” one of the men began speaking, and, “Hansen,” promptly disappointed y/n with his last name.

Mickey Mouse would be a better fit, she thought as the waiter brought a round of drinks.

The woman’s attentiveness in the group’s conversation had gotten lost after the second Moscow mule and, to her revulsion, the bearded man sitting left to Elijah had only been half the reason.

The other half kept her back pressed against his muscled chest — she could feel him, all of him, clenching around nothing when he’d adjust positions. Never had she been this close to James, skin against skin, the weight of her thighs resting against his own; even the worst of nightmares she had experienced didn’t compare. And yet she found herself frozen in his lap, subconsciously, or perchance consciously, wanting to stay in the most unlikely of places, with his arm draped across her waist.

James had not made a move to rid of y/n either, his fingers dancing against the skin of her pleasantly warm, sun-kissed thighs.

“You are not as subtle as you may believe.” His voice was gruff as he whispered into the crook of her neck.

The soldier was correct, she had not been entirely subtle about the traitorous fire within the pit of her stomach, but neither had the bearded man about his line of work. It was a party, to most of the people on the yacht, and he had gotten comfortable, slipping in his wording on several occasions.

It was Steve who had taught y/n the importance of trusting one’s instincts. In the field, a split-second decision could either save—or destroy—it all, and if her suspicions were to be true, she would’ve been speaking to a former HYDRA operative for the last hour without blinking an eye.

“Mark,” Elijah turned to the bearded man, and she made a mental note of his name, “is excellent at snorkeling.”

One of the other men laughed, the sound of it droll and booming, “everyone is great at snorkeling.”

“I’d disagree,” she chimed in, “fish tend to be vigilant around James,” y/n teased, voice laced with faux amusement, “as soon as he steps a foot into the ocean, it becomes vacant.”  

A dry chuckle slipped past his lips, “only because I do not feed them,” he leaned down to place his empty cup on the table, inadvertently thrusting up and into her. It was a good thing they couldn’t see each other’s faces. “This one always brings a bag of bread.”

The answer was a hint, that he did not, get her hint. C’moooon, fish tend to be vigilant around James, James. Perhaps she could’ve been less indirect.

“No!” She shook her head, the reaction earning a genuine laugh from Nancy. “Fish are smart, and can sense that your favorite dish is salmon.”

Is he stupid or am I? She had never thought she would ever have the thought manifest itself in her mind, but James and I desperately need to talk and redefine our game plan.

Her theory could be quite preposterous and quite false, but the case had been closed, Elijah Williamson had been proclaimed as an innocent man, so if it led the two agents to nowhere, the worst-case scenario would be disappointment. The best scenario? The ridiculous theory could lead to a path of Elijah Williamson and Mark Basso working together. Perhaps James had been wrong, and the court had been right — HYDRA was destroyed, except for a few independent members, who had not been prosecuted.

She has always had a difficult time with names, in fact, it had taken Elijah’s snorkeling comment to recall Mark’s, but she would never forget a face. She had his thick graying beard, deep-set eyes, and pointy nose burned and then later buried in her memories from when she had accompanied Steve to a mission, staying behind to monitor security cameras. It had been at a foreign gala, with Mark Basso managing to stay out of Steve’s sight, but not y/n’s. They had not been in Germany for Mark, at the time, but she had observed him, both out of boredom and curiosity, for hours, before the captain needed help and she had switched into a vigilant agent once more.

“I do not like salmon,” James scoffed, and she elbowed him in the ribs before he had the chance to say anything else.

“Yes, you do.”

The sharp edge of her tone had him confused, but he refrained from questioning. “Only when she makes it,” he declared instead, “pesto makes it mouthwateringly good.”

James would end up drowned in the ocean if he mentioned pesto again, she decided. Perhaps suffocated by the superior pillows she had taken without an ounce of guilt, or perhaps he’d go mysteriously missing in Hawaii, and she’d return to New York dishonestly shaken from the disaster of it all.  

It wasn’t y/n’s lucky day as Nancy stood up, gazing at her. “How’d you feel about another drink and some lady talk?”

She’d feel great, but it’d be nowhere close to the pleasure of a missing Bucky Barnes and an absence of training sessions. She abandoned his lap nonetheless, trailing after the woman. “If it’d be margaritas, count me in.”

They met at the stairs leading to the master cabin. She sincerely hoped James had done any form of investigation because she had wasted the last half hour gossiping with Nancy.

Though she was not a vast gossiper, she had enjoyed chatting with the woman, especially when the conversation had steered away from aimless rumors and towards her role as a human rights lawyer. Nancy was an incredibly intelligent person, with arguably great wit and judgment. If her theory was to prove true, she’d desire nothing more than for Nancy to have excluded herself from Elijah’s treacherous actions. Perchance some desires were not meant to be granted.

“I fucked up,” was not a sentence she wanted to hear from James.

“As long as it’s not another anniversary dinner,” the woman sighed, glancing around the yacht, and was glad nobody batted an eye in their direction.

“It could potentially be worse,” he scanned over Elijah’s guests, as well, before his eyes found hers, “alright, it’s significantly worse.” 

She had never witnessed James as flustered as he stood in front of her that very moment, if flustered was even the word to describe him. Hues of pink had glazed over his cheeks, and though the sun was scorching, she had an idea it had nothing to do with his frazzled expression and reddened skin. Significantly worse could indicate plenty of things — dance lessons, for she wanted to keep her toes unbruised, or a photoshoot, for she needed zero evidence of forced romance and a false honeymoon.

The woman raised an eyebrow as if demanding the answer of what could be significantly worse than spending a, quite unromantic, if she said so herself, and she would, dinner together.

If Elijah had not shown up, perhaps they would have gone down a path of brief conversations and tense silences as they each devoured massive bowls of shrimp pasta. That would’ve been fine, but the politician had to celebrate his anniversary at The Maui Resort, pressuring the pair to stage a plausible performance of husband and wife, which consisted of fabricated loving glances and unsettling touches. Elijah had to conclude the two as a legitimate, endlessly in love married couple, and Elijah just had to invite them to a yacht party, where James had burned with lust for the woman he despised, almost hoping she had returned his concerns. 

“I’ve agreed to join Elijah and Nancy for a couples massage.”

Oh.

“That is not worse than the dinner,” she grinned, “though I’d doubt they have a room suitable for a throuple.”

James was less than amused. “A couples massage, as in they get a room, we get a different room, and meet at the lobby for tea after the fiasco.”

Shit.

Perhaps James had not read the joyous pamphlet of Passionate Honeymoon Activities at The Maui Resort, but she had. She had read through it all, and to say that the couples massage, which was not, heartbreakingly, separate massages, sounded like an absolute hell, would be an understatement.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” the words dripped with poison, “what the fuck possessed you to agree to a couples fucking massage?!” If she had been any louder, heads would’ve turned toward the two.

“We need to get Elijah alone,” was all James could offer, “he doesn’t speak much of HYDRA with people around.”

HYDRA doesn’t exist, she thought, abstaining from voicing her inner voice. Forget James, she had to get in touch with Steve and quickly. If Mark Basso was, as she had previously assumed, a former HYDRA operative, the two were in far deeper trouble than both had estimated. Unless, of course, he just happened to frequent galas in Germany where heaps of criminals would gather for less-than-honorable endeavors.

“James,” there fell his name again, “are you aware of the hotel’s version of a couples massage?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes.

He refused to back down, holding eye contact. “Yes.” It was an obvious lie. 

She chuckled dryly, “if you wanted to slather my body in coconut oil, you could’ve just asked. Besides, his wife will be there, so you won’t have Elijah entirely alone and Nancy Williamson is innocent as it stands. In fact, so is he.” She sincerely wished Nancy was blameless despite meager chances. Bucky stayed silent, which prompted a corner of y/n’s mouth to curl up into a snarky smile, “the slathering my body in coconut oil part wasn’t an actual invitation.”

“Tell me doll,” he leaned against the guard rail, sarcasm clinging to his tone, “why would I ever take it as such? Unless,” James glanced at the broad horizon before his eyes found hers again, “we have spent five years maliciously clashing without a solid cause, so we should stop pretending and kiss.” His voice retained less mockery than she was comfortable with. 

The woman had no desire for James to kiss her, but the deeper into her memories she dug, the fewer reasons for their hostile relationship she could think of. Yes, he had been an asshole, and he had become inhospitable first, but if anyone else had realized why, they had failed to inform her. 

Steve, she thought, I have to call Steve.

Captain America was an objectively unbiased man, but he and Bucky Barnes were best of pals, brothers since childhood who had been miraculously reunited after seventy years. The hardships of the past and the future had only gotten them closer. Though he would never blatantly display favoritism amongst the people who worked at the compound, it was clear he had a favorite of a single James Buchanan Barnes. She had zero clue if James had been planning to inform Steve of Elijah or not, but she had to get in contact with the captain first because he’d, presumably, believe Bucky over y/n as unfair as it was.

Mark Basso was not a fight she could win alone — she needed Steve’s help and advice on more matters than she had once considered. 

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[autumnshighlady]

A Lesson in Language

Fëanor x female!reader

part of The Professor Series

summary: challenging your linguistics professor is your favourite past time, until he decides it's time for you to face consequences for it

warnings: smut, power dynamic, daddy kink (only a little bit at the end), rough oral sex (m receiving), hate sex, roughness, Fëanor is a raging asshole

word count: 4.4k

request: Professor Feanor x reader? With fiery smut and snarky student reader ;) I was thinking something like he’s a linguistics prof (since he did come up with a new system of writing) and he teaches this one course that reader needs to graduate but she’s annoyed that he teaches it’s either his way or nothing at all so she argues with him all the time in office hours for her marks and etc?

So since we seem to be imagining everybody as a professor: Feanor. He'd be mean, and condescending, and the gods may help you if you're not good in his class (wth is he even teaching, he's good at everything💀) But if you're his best student, and a bright mind beyond class assignments? You'll want the gods to help you for wholly different reasons.

a/n: Fëanor is a massive douche in this fic ladies pls never let a man treat u like this lmao

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You rolled your eyes as you doodled in the margins of your notebook, trying to ignore Professor Fëanor’s arrogant voice echoing in the classroom. He was droning on about pragmatics, a topic you had mastered last year already. You hated this class – it was tedious at best, and like watching paint dry at its worst. The only reason you were begrudgingly taking it was because it was your last requirement for graduation, as the class involved drawing up your own research study instead of a final exam. Everyone who was in this class took it for one of two reasons – either they were the same as you and just needed it for graduation, or they were lovestruck morons enamoured with the professor.

Admittedly, he was an attractive male. His long, raven-black hair suited his sharp face, with grey blue eyes that surveyed the class like a hawk, picking on daydreaming students to answer difficult questions. He was always impeccably dressed, and spoke with more confidence than anyone you had ever met. Yet he was arrogant and stubborn, insisting his way was the only way to learn linguistics. He spoke to his students as if they were dumb, incapable of being anywhere near his level of knowledge. And it irritated you beyond belief.

You were well known amongst your peers for getting into arguments with the professor. Dr. Fëanor had a nasty temper that frightened most, but amused you. You were the only student who didn’t hesitate to challenge him and stick up for yourself when he decided he wanted to bully his students. You were confident in your linguistic skill set, marching to his office to argue your grades whenever he gave you a shitty mark. You could tell it infuriated him, how his best student didn’t kiss his ass like he had clearly expected you to.

“Am I interrupting your artistic time, (Y/N)?” Dr. Fëanor’s bored voice sounded a few feet away from you, snapping you back to reality. You looked up, and he was standing in front of your table, glaring down at you. The students beside you shrank back, afraid to be caught up in the professor’s wrath. But you didn’t back down, only sighing and looking up to meet his gaze.

“What was that, sir?” You asked, widening your eyes and faking innocence knowing damn well it would piss him off further.

“You haven’t been paying attention to a single thing I’ve said all week.” He snorted. “How you are my top student is beyond me, with such a short attention span.”

“I’ve been paying attention, sir.” You lied, bringing your elbows to rest on the table. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then you won’t mind a little pop quiz, just for you?”

You shrugged. “Fire away.”

“What are the three airstream mechanisms in phonetics?” His shoulders were tense, a sign of his visible annoyance towards you.

Your answer rolled off your tongue. “Pulmonic, glottalic, velaric.”

“Define a morpheme.”

“The smallest meaningful unit of language. It must have a meaning of its own, either lexical or a grammatical function, and it must be minimal, not containing any smaller units that have meanings of their own.”

“And what are the four maxims of conversation?”

“Quality, quantity, relation and manner.” You smiled, watching your professor’s face get redder as you answered his questions easily.

“Name the distinctive linguistic properties of Quenya that make it differ from Sindarin.” Dr. Fëanor smirked, cocking his head arrogantly. You knew he would ask this question, it was too predictable. He was the master of Quenya, having played a huge role in the development of the language and construction of the Tengwar alphabet. 

But as usual, he underestimated you. You took a breath, pretending to think for a moment before lifting your chin and meeting his gaze once again. “Where do I begin?” You said confidently. “Quenya is a more complex agglutinative language that strings morphemes together into long words using an inflectional system with a flexible syntax, while Sindarin has a much easier to follow language structure. Quenya uses 5 tenses to conjugate, Sindarin has 6 and words often begin with vowels whereas in Quenya, they typically end in vowels. They both use the structures SVO and OVS structures, but Sindarin uses VS and VO, although it lacks the OSV structure that Quenya has. Additionally, Quenya adopted case endings for nouns in nominative and genitive cases, using the dual plural to represent plural form since it lacks a definite article to mark the regular plural. Would you like me to go on, sir?”

The entire class was utterly silent. No one dared breathe in the moments following your monologue as you waited for your professor to reply. You expected him to yell at you, maybe throw a manuscript at your head. But he didn’t move. It began to make you uneasy, and you noticed a strange look cross his face for a half second before he finally spoke. 

“I’ve heard more than enough from you for one class.” Fëanor’s voice was leathally calm, sending goosebumps up your arm. “Keep your mouth shut for the remainder of the lecture, and pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your pen and sitting back in your chair as the professor continued his lecture. You crossed your legs, making your skirt hike up on your thighs, but you were too annoyed to fix it. Your professor was an arrogant bastard who couldn’t comprehend that not everyone around him was as dumb as rocks. But your skin flushed as you drifted off into one of your many daydream scenarios of Fëanor bending you over his desk and taking his anger out on you. You just knew he was rough and dominant in bed, having fantasised about being on the receiving end of that fire within him.

Your daydreaming was cut short as the professor began distributing last week’s quizzes back to the students. He didn’t acknowledge your presence as he ungracefully dropped yours in front of you. You noticed quickly a note was attached to it, that read:

Be in my office at 5pm tonight. We need to have a talk about your attitude.

You sucked in a breath. This was new. Not once had he invited you to his office – you were there of your own volition often enough to challenge him about your marks. You wouldn’t be surprised if he put up a sign on his door barring you specifically from entering. You knew he hated your visits to his office, so why invite you now? Talks with your professor about your attitude were done in public, specifically to try and humiliate you. 

You folded up the note and slid it into your pocket, nervousness beginning to churn in your gut. Was he going to fail you out of spite? You’d be unable to complete your degree if he did that. While Fëanor was an arrogant asshole, you didn’t think he was cruel. Or at least you hoped so.

Tears began to well in your eyes as the possibility of failing dawned on you. Perhaps there were consequences to mouthing off to your professor after all. 

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A few hours later, you knocked at the elaborate wooden door to Fëanor’s office, then wiped your face one last time. You had spent an hour in the bathroom attempting to fix your makeup and conceal the evidence of your tears and failing, miserably. Your mascara was wet, giving you more of a smokey eye look than you had intended. Your smudged face was a stark contrast with your perfectly put together outfit – a short brown pencil skirt and tall boots, paired with a tight fitting, slightly cropped t-shirt. You felt ridiculous now, going to your professor’s office like this, but you had no other choice.

“Come in. And close the door behind you.” His deep voice echoed from inside the office, and you pushed the heavy door open. His office was its usual organised mess, manuscripts and books everywhere, laid out across every sitting space available save for the single chair in front of his desk. The room glowed orange from the roaring fireplace off to the side, making it look more like an ancient cave than an office.

You carefully walked over to the chair in front of the desk, clasping your hands in front of you.

“Sit.” Fëanor ordered, finally glancing up at you when you hesitated. “Unless you prefer to kneel on the floor?”

Your face burned bright red as you scrambled into the chair, ignoring the way his insinuation made your thighs tingle with need. He ignored you for a few minutes, continuing whatever he was translating on his desk. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do. None of your interactions had ever been like this – quiet, suspenseful, behind closed doors. No, it was always bickering arguments that turned heads in the hallways. Something was different about him.

“Do you know why I really called you in here today?” He asked, still not looking up. His long hair was tied back, except for a few loose strands that hung around his face as he wrote.

“To fail me.” You said quietly.

He barked a heartless laugh. “Gods, no. Failing you would mean I’d have to endure a whole extra semester of your arrogant attitude. I refuse to put myself through that.”

You felt all nervousness fade away, quickly replaced by that hot anger only he seemed to be able to get out of you. “I’m arrogant?” You snapped. “Take a look in the mirror.”

Fëanor’s writing ceased, and his grey blue eyes met yours and narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard what I said.” You fired back, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. “You’re the arrogant one here, sir. You try to belittle me every time I prove myself to be smart because you can’t imagine that everyone around you isn’t a complete imbecile.”

You expected the male to snap back, to call you an idiot and ask how dare you say these things to him. Truthfully, you couldn’t believe you were saying these things either. All your arguments had been about the material so far, veiled insults hidden beneath your words. Never were you this open, this bold, about how you felt. 

“Anything else?” He said in a bored manner.

“Yeah, you’re a real prick.” You continued your angry rambling, sick of being looked down on by this male. “You know as well as I do that I’m your best student, yet you treat me like the problem kid at the back of the class. It’s ridiculous, and the only reason you do it is to feel better about yourself. Am I wrong, sir?”

A long pause followed, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. If you weren’t going to fail before, you definitely were now. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You simply sat there, eyes locked with your ill-tempered linguistics professor. After a few minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore, averting your gaze to inspect a loose thread on your skirt.

“Do you know why I’m such an arrogant… prick, did you say?” He stood up, walking around to the front of his desk and leaning against it, crossing his large arms. “Because I’ve earned it. I invented the Tengwar script and am the most knowledgeable person on the Quenya language there is. I have created and invented things that nobody else has, and nobody will ever come close to achieving what I have achieved. I have earned my arrogance, you have not. You’re just a little girl who’s in way over her head.”

You saw red, angrily pushing back the chair as you stood up to challenge him . Fëanor was a good foot taller than you, making you strain your neck to meet his gaze. “Call me a little girl one more time, I fucking dare you.” You hissed.

“Or what?” He smirked. “You’ll cry? Just like you did before you came in here?”

Your jaw went slack, “Wha–”

Fëanor scoffed, pleased with himself. “Oh, please, don’t even try. It was written all over your pretty face. I like it covered in tears, by the way. It’s a good look on you.”

WIthout thinking, your hand reached up and connected with his face, a dull slap echoing throughout the office. “Fuck you.” You spat, turning to storm out before you could face the consequences of hitting your professor.

But Fëanor was faster, his large hand firmly clasping around the hand you just slapped him with and yanking you back around to face him. His other hand grabbed your other wrist, and no matter how much you squirmed against it he didn’t budge. His eyes were dark as he pulled your hands up and across each other, pushing them into your chest as he stepped even closer to you. 

“You wish.” He purred mockingly. “Isn’t that right? Is that not one of the reasons why your attention drifts off in class? Because you’re fantasising about being bent over my desk and fucked until you can’t remember your own name?”

“You think way too highly of yourself–” You tried to defend yourself, but he cut you off as if you hadn’t even said anything.

“You think I’m blind? That I don’t notice how you always wear those revealing outfits on the days you have my class. Don’t play dumb, it’s not a good look on you.”

You thrashed in his grip, ignoring the effect his words had on you. “Let me go right now you self righteous, narcissistic–”

“Kneel.”

That made you freeze. “Excuse me?”

“You really need to learn how to shut up.” Feanor growled. “And that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve had enough of that mouth of yours, it’s time to make it useful for once. Now kneel.”

You were utterly dumbstruck, unable to do anything as your professor gave you a shove, making you fall to your knees on the ground in front of him. The wooden floor made your joints ache, but you knew better than to protest.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Fëanor began, the sound of his belt unbuckling distinct in the background. “Do you think you can follow simple instructions for once?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, throat dry with anticipation for what was about to happen.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He paused his movements, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at his towering form. “I’m going to stuff that smart mouth of yours with my cock, and you’re going to take it like the desperate little slut I know you are. If you please me enough, I will bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. And you’ll have learned your lesson to keep your mouth shut when I tell you to, understood? Is that simple enough for you to understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You repeated, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. Your core throbbed at his words, exactly as dominant as you imagined him to be.

Fëanor finally unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to his feet along with his boxers, revealing the thickest cock you had ever seen. Your jaw dropped, but you didn’t even care that you had just boosted his ego. All you could think about was how it would possibly fit.

“What’s the matter?” He mocked. “Too big for you? Scared you won’t be able to take it? You’ll be able to take it because I’ve told you so. Now open.”

You parted your lips, letting your professor slide his cock between them. You sucked on the tip, earning a groan of pleasure from the male above. Forcing your jaw to relax, you took him deeper, aching with the stretch.

Without warning, Fëanor impatiently grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down further. Tears blotted your face as you gagged around him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him. Clearly, he wasn’t concerned with having you come up for air, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

He set a rough pace, guiding your head up and down his cock as far as it would go without making you gag too much. Your mascara began to run down your face, and you made sure to keep eye contact with him despite the strain on your throat.

“There’s a good little slut,” Fëanor growled, tightening his grip on your hair as he thrusted faster. “I told you you looked better with tears running down your face.”

You couldn’t protest with his cock around your mouth, so you only whimpered, focusing on taking him deeper. You sucked hard with each stroke, letting your tongue run along the vein underneath his shaft as you bobbed your head. Your professor moaned shamelessly above you, a sound that set your nerves alight.

Mindlessly, your hand wandered between your legs, attempting to relieve some of the pressure building there. Your fingers hadn’t even grazed your panties when Fëanor halted his movements, holding your head down at the base of his cock. 

“Don’t even think of touching yourself.” He hissed angrily. “I didn’t give you permission to do so. Try it again, and I won’t let you cum. Got it?”

You nodded around the base of his cock, whimpering. Your jaw was in agony, stretched to the max to accommodate his length. When he finally moved your head once again, you doubled your efforts, determined to make your arrogant professor fall apart. You sat on your hands for good measure, trying to avoid the temptation to ignore his orders altogether.

Fëanor began thrusting his hips to meet your mouth a few minutes later, his pretty eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. “Fucking swallow every last drop.” He grunted between thrusts, his grip on your scalp tightening right before his cock twitched in your mouth. He came with a loud groan, shooting spurts of warm liquid down your throat. You kept bobbing your head, sucking up every last drop and letting it slide down your throat. He panted, hips sputtering as you sucked him dry before finally pulling your lips off him. Your jaw ached like never before, but you were strangely proud of yourself. The image of your high strung professor climaxing into your mouth would be forever burned into your mind.

“Looks like you’ve earned your reward after all.” Fëanor grabbed you by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto his desk with impressive strength. You didn’t have time to ask if you should move the papers on his desk before his mouth crashed into yours. His lips were hot and dominating, overwhelming your senses. You barely had time to kiss him back before he was pulling away, attaching his lips to your neck and biting down, making you cry out. He sucked and bit every inch of your throat in a manner you knew would leave dark bruises the next day, undoubtedly an intentional choice on his part.

You felt your shirt being yanked up, Fëanor quickly pulling it over your head along and ripping your bra off then tossing both items somewhere behind him. His calloused hands eagerly grabbed your breasts, squeezing hard. You squirmed under his touch, wanting to get away from the harshness of it but also needing more somehow. Fëanor’s mouth assaulted your breasts, biting the soft flesh firmly before taking your nipple in his teeth and flicking the bud with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You couldn’t help but moan, tilting your head back.

“You like this?” Fëanor teased, lifting his mouth from your breast momentarily before hovering over the other one. “You like it when I’m rough, treating you like a dirty little whore? Leaving marks all over your body so you know that you’re my property, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!” You cried out as he sucked at your other breast. It was overwhelming, his hands were everywhere except where you needed them most.

As if he read your mind, Fëanor pulled away, ripping his shirt over his head to reveal the most sculpted abs you’d ever seen. The bastard stood there for a moment, proudly watching you admire his form. Gods above, you’d never be able to focus in class again after seeing his muscles.

He reached down and roughly tugged your skirt and panties down, exposing your glistening cunt. Fëanor plunged a finger into you without warning, pressing a thumb to your clit and making you see stars. His mouth found your neck again as you squirmed under his touch, a hand reaching around your back and pressing you into his frame.

“You’re a fucking mess,” He growled into your neck, adding in a second finger and stretching your hole. “All for me, isn’t that right? I’m going to break you, my dear. Break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together so I can do it all over again and make you mine.”

You whined, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You were approaching your orgasm faster than you ever had in your life. “I’m close…” You mumbled through shallow breaths, legs beginning to twitch.

He smirked. “I know.” Was all he said before roughly pulling his fingers away, right before you could make the final stretch towards the edge.

“What the hell!” You exclaimed, angry. Before you could cuss him out, his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed.

“What did I tell you about keeping that pretty mouth shut?” Fëanor growled. “I would threaten to stuff it with my cock again, but you’d probably enjoy that too much. Guess I’m just going to have to fuck you so hard you scream and lose your voice.”

He roughly turned you around, pushing you by your neck so you were stomach first down on the desk with your feet still on the floor. You breathed heavily, grasping the edge with your fingertips as Fëanor lined his cock up to your entrance. You forced your body to relax, knowing it was going to hurt at first.

His hands found your hips and he slammed into you, almost knocking the wind right out of your lungs. You barely had time to catch your breath and acknowledge the stinging stretch between your legs before he pulled out and did it again, setting a brutal pace. You began to scream, fully screaming in pleasure and pain as Fëanor pounded into you relentlessly. You couldn’t even think straight, all logical thoughts about there possibly being people in the hallway that could hear you as you cried out over and over again.

Fëanor’s grip on your hips was almost bone shattering, his thick cock slamming into your g-spot faster than anyone had ever fucked you. He was right, your entire body would be sore tomorrow. In fact, you’d be lucky if you were able to walk to class. Fëanor’s thrusts were so powerful, you were sure he was going to split you in half.

And you fucking loved it.

You loved being bent over your professor’s desk, unable to think about anything else aside from how hard he was fucking you. The male you had had verbal sparring matches with for weeks was taking his frustration out on you, and you loved it. You enjoyed being at his mercy, feeling things nobody else had been able to make you feel.

Fëanor grunted, reaching one hand down and rubbing your clit. “You cum when I say you cum, got it?”

You nodded, whimpering as you felt your body try and pick up where it left off. You begged it to keep your orgasm at bay, knowing Fëanor would be less than happy if you came without his permission. So you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think about anything else.

He thrusted into you for what seemed like hours, to the point where your legs had gone almost numb. You were a sobbing mess, fighting to stop yourself from climaxing all over his cock. The papers on his desk were stained with your tears, and your determination to not beg him for anything snapped.

“Please let me cum.” You sobbed pathetically.

Fëanor only increased his pace on your clit, smirking as he pounded you. “Aw, are you crying again? Poor little thing is so desperate to cum for daddy, isn’t she?”

Daddy. Your brain went haywire. Normally, you were not into the whole daddy kink, but the way Fëanor said it changed something in you. You whined, nodding. At this point, you’d say whatever to get him to let you cum. “Please, daddy, I need to cum,” You cried, body shaking. “I’ll do anything you want, please just let me finish.”

Fëanor groaned behind you, his cock twitching inside of you, evidence of his pleasure with your response. “That was pathetic,” He grunted. “But I’ll let it slide. Cum for me, slut. Cum now.”

Your body let go before he finished his sentence, the dam that had been holding your orgasm back bursting, letting the climax wash over your body. You cried out, voice breaking with hoarseness as your legs twitched violently, your grip on the desk and Fëanor’s hand on your hip being the only thing keeping you from sliding onto the floor.

The world spun around you, and at one point you were pretty sure you lost consciousness. As you came down from your high, Fëanor moaned loudly, pulling out and stroking his cock while jutting his hips forward. Thick spurts of cum landed on your back mixing with the sheen of sweat already there. His loud groan echoed throughout the office as you panted, your entire body feeling both completely wrecked and on cloud nine at the same time.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. Your vocal cords were shot, jaw aching with every movement. You didn’t even hear Fëanor retreat, but he returned with a towel, gently wiping the seed off your skin. You wanted to thank him, but couldn’t. In fact, you weren’t sure if you could even move. 

Fëanor chuckled, bundling up your clothes and setting them beside you. He placed a glass of water to your lips, tilting it back and letting you eagerly drink it up. “You’re excused from Thursday’s lesson,” He said smugly. “Only because I know you won’t be able to get out of bed to get to class. Let this be your lesson learned not to question me, or call me an arrogant prick. Got it?”

You nodded weakly, defenceless, and knowing your linguistics class with Dr. Fëanor would never be the same.

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[kaekae-x0x0]

Welcome Home - Phantom of the Opera AU

!BEFORE YOU READ!

This fanfiction can be preceded in two ways.

A Wally Darling x Reader

Or

A Howdy Pillar x Reader

This AU (in this fanfiction at least) follows a gender neutral reader. I’m not the greatest with pronouns. Please correct me on any mistakes.

Two outfit choices will be given, one with a more feminine look, and one with a masculine look. You may also make an in between mismash, or even leave it to your imagination!

A Spotify playlist will be linked eventually to this fanfiction, so if you wanna listen to the music I feel fits this story, go ahead!

A master post will be pinned later on with all chapters.

Part 1/?

You stood on the stage with the patched up curtains in front of you. You tugged on the fabric of your pants/ skirt. Sally had heard your voice a few days before and insisted you put on a show with her, with you as the main focus as a great introduction to the others. Looking at her from center stage, she smiles and begins to pull in the mechanism that makes the curtain push to the side.

You squint as the sudden change of lighting surprised you. ‘Where in the world did a child get professional lighting?’ You wondered as the backing track began to play.

You close your eyes and blocked out the thought of the few people in the audience. Although you knew only Julie, Frank, Eddie, Barnaby, Poppy, and Howdy were in the audience, you still couldn’t shake off your strange fear of the stage.

As you began to sing, you finally warmed up to the audience and opened you eyes, even using your arms to express more. You scanned the audience and smiled. Everyone seemed to enjoy your voice, but Howdy was the most entranced, you weren’t sure why, but he seemed to give his full attention to you.

As the track began to fade, you slowed down your tempo and finally ended the final note. The curtain closed as you turned away.

You walked to Sally and she engulfed you in a hug.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” She exclaimed, squeezing you tighter.

You smile softly, “It was?”

“YES! Before you know it, you’ll be as big of a star as me!” She let you out of the hug, and pushed you away.

“Now, go out that door and talk to your audience!” She demanded.

You followed her orders and stepped outside, the neighbors were already waiting for you.

“Oh neighbor, that was amazing! You have to give me some lessons sometime!” Julie said, smiling wide. She took your hands and squeezed them.

Eddie approached you next, Frank by his side, arms linked.

“You’re a pretty good singer for a rookie, neighbor.” Frank said jokingly.

“Oh Frank, did you even see the same performance? They’re more than great! That’s professional level!” Eddie replied, correcting Frank.

Frank rolled his eyes playfully at Eddie, “Of course you know professional, you musical geek.”

“Hey! You love me for it Frank!” Eddie bickered, walking away with Frank.

“Hi Miss. Poppy!” You said, greeting her.

“Oh Y/n, that was some of the best singing of heard in a while, your voice is that of an angels!” She gushed. She looked behind her to see a flustered looking Howdy, who seemed to be thinking of something. She turned back around and smiled.

“Oh, Miss Poppy, you’re too kind.”

“Dearie, I’d love to stay and chat, but Barnaby and I have some things to attend to.” She tugged on Barnaby to pull him away, but as she did, you could hear him yell, “GREAT SINGING Y/N!” As his voice faded into the distance.

You watched as the went away, and now it was just you and Howdy.

You heard the creak of an opening door, and turned to see Sally holding it open. You started to go towards the steps to talk to her, but heard Howdy clearing his throat.

“Y/n…?”

“Hmm?”

“When I was closing the shop to come over here, I noticed some flowers and they kinda reminded me of you, and… I wanted to give them to you.” He muttered as he pulled them out from behind his back. The flowers were a mix of blue, yellow, orange, and red. They were perfect

“Oh Howdy, they’re beautiful!” You said, timidly lifting them out of his arms.

“You’re beautiful too.” He muttered, but not loud enough to hear.

You hugged the flowers in one arm and grabbed one of his hands.

“Howdy, you’re hiding something from me.”

“What? What do you mean?” He swallowed nervously.

“Howdy, you can tell me anything, something’s bothering you. I can tell.”

He shook off your hand.

“I have to go open the shop, I’ll talk later.”

And sure enough, he just left you standing alone.

————————————————————

You walked the familiar road to your house, passing by the house in the center.

It was so run down and old, you couldn’t even tell what the exterior would’ve looked like from its early years. The windows were so caked with dust, the interior was left simply to the imagination.

When you first moved, some neighbors told you to avoid the house, but you were drawn to it as you passed. Was it curiosity?

You looked around, a few people were present outside, and you didn’t want to do something you could get in trouble for… so you decided you were gonna wait until midnight.

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[whiskeyswriting]

Levels and Jealous

😍pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader

👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼pairing: Platonic!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

💭summary: Who would have thought that your favorite rival would lead you to the love of your life?

🎶 Song Inspiration 1: Levels by Nick Jonas

🎶 Song Inspiration 2: Jealous (Remix) by Nick Jonas

Playlist: Spotify | Apple

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol and suggestive speech.

📝A/N1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

📝A/N2: Jake’s unofficial callsign for reader is Cupcake.

Who would have told you that your elementary school rival would actually turn out to be your favorite person in the world? Jake would. Actually that is how your rivalry and friendship started. It was first grade and you had to switch classes since your teacher left on maternity leave.

You shyly made your way to the empty seat next to a small blonde boy. He smiles widely at you and told you “We’re gonna be best friends… But I’m a better speller than you. So we’ll be spelling bee rivals. Don’t forget it!”

Your tiny face looked at him in confusion. “And who are you?”

“I’m Jakey.”

The memory made you smile and then laugh when you saw the perfectly imperfect poster Jake made for picking you up at the airport.

You ran the rest of the way to reach him. “Jake! You still can’t spell cupcake? So much for spelling bee master!”

“Listen Cupcake…” he pretends to growl and hugs you tightly. “You look good!”

“I am. I am very good Seresin.”

“Wow. She sounds exactly like you Jake…” the caramel skinned man besides Jake.

“Who do you think I learned it from?” Jake gives your waist another squeeze. “She’s the best person ever. But it goes to her head. Coyote.. this is Cupcake. Cupcake, this is Coyote. One of the other pilots from the academy.”

You extend your hand to shake his. “A pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard about you.”

He places his hand on your to shake and it’s as if you had never known what warmth and colors were. A pleasant warmth takes over and you notice the uniform he’s wearing. Khaki was now your new favorite color.

You hadn’t noticed that Jake, who was now clearing his throat for attention, was also in his uniform. “Shall we go?”

“Mhmm. Yeah,” you nod.

“Good. I got us reservations at the new French restaurant,” Jake says as he and Javy place your bags onto the bed of the truck.

As you all talked over dinner, Javy discovered there were levels to your friendship with Jake, as well as with your personality.

It’s not that he considered you fake. No. He prided himself in knowing how to read people. That’s why he was able to discover how much more you relaxed and truly showed yourself the more comfortable you were with someone.

Did he want to get to know every inch of your body? Of course. He was not blind and he could appreciate your beauty. But you were the first person that made him want to climb all those levels so he could know you in every facets. It kept taking him by surprise how much this feeling had taken over him after having just met you hours earlier.

“Did you know that this little hell raiser is the one that originally gave me my callsign?” Jake tells Javy as he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close.

“It was the best insult I could come up with as an 8 year old!” You exclaim laughing. “You sucked at playing hangman.”

Something in Javy’s chest clenches at hearing your laugh. He takes in your smile and how your eyes crinkle at Jake making you laugh.

Everything was always easy for Jake. He always got the best scores on any test. He always was the most popular. And he always got the girls.

Javy knew he didn’t have a right to feel this jealousy over someone he just met, but there was something about you that he just needed to make you his.

“So how long have you two been hooking up?” He asks, more bluntly than he anticipated.

You and Jake look at each other and start laughing. “Never!”

“Nope! She’s the only one that I would never try to get with because she scares me!” Jake says laughing. “No but seriously. She’s truly been the only girl that actually has been a friend and helped me so much.” He leans over and kisses your temple. “Sorry Javy but she’s my original best friend… and rival!”

“Jake is still the worst to play hangman with, but yeah he’s been the only guy I’ve met that has never tried to cross the line of friendship with me. I respect him for that. And now he’s graduating from the Naval Academy!”

“All because you two,” he points between you and Javy. “You two kept me in line.”

You turn to smile at the other aviator. “He gets easily distracted talking about himself right?”

This causes Javy to crack up. He brings his hand to his chest as he still laughs. “Oh! That’s it. You’re my friend now,” he says and subconsciously places his hand on your thigh. Javy’s protective and jealous side were obvious to Jake. He would glower at any of the patrons of the restaurant that would leer at you. He would make sure they knew he had claimed you, so to speak. He would lean closer to you and keep an arm wrapped around the back of your seat.

You’re so distracted by staring at Javy and enjoying his laugh that you don’t notice his hand on your thigh.

Unlike you, Jake notices and smirks to himself. “Let me get refills for everyone,” he says dismissing himself to give you two time to talk.

For as much as you loved Jake, tonight was the first time you ever wished for him to leave you hanging for a few hours.

Ever since meeting his friend Coyote, you’ve just wanted to be near and with this man. ‘He looks like he smells of cinnamon and whiskey and warm summer mornings,’ you tell yourself.

You try to control the scowl on your face when you see a group of college girls approach Javy while he was at the bar. You sigh as he smiles charmingly at them and feel a bit of jealousy.

That word makes you stop in your train of thought. ‘Jealous? You just met him and have no claim on him!’

You’ll admit you felt a bit jealous at the confidence the college girls had to just approach any man that you wanted. You were about to look away when you noticed that Javy shook his head no when they tried to get his number.

Once he came back with the drinks, you feel his arm go around the back of your seat and you feel yourself relaxed into his side.

It’s not soon after that you are all making your way back to the truck to head home. Jake keeps his eyes on you but stays back pretending he left his wallet. He tosses his keys to Javy. “Just get the truck ready. I’ll be right there.”

Javy nods and uses this alone moment with you to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him. He leans down and whispers in your ear “How about we show Jake what it’s like to leave him hanging and we go have our own friendship?” He nips at your earlobe before he starts walking again.

That warmth that you felt when you met him increased hundredfold. “Make me howl and I’ll understand why you’re called Coyote.”

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[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Real-Life Strategies for Safety Tools

As one dives into the intricate world of BDSM, the importance of safety tools cannot be overstated. While discussions around limits, boundaries, the FRIES method of consent, and safe words are common in the BDSM community, mastering the practical application of these tools in real-life scenarios is crucial. Because of this, let’s explore tangible strategies to effectively utilize these safety tools, ensuring a consensual and secure experience for all parties involved.

Open Communication: Establishing Limits and Boundaries

Before engaging in any BDSM activities, open communication is paramount. Take the time to discuss personal limits and boundaries with your partner(s). Clearly articulate what activities are off-limits, uncomfortable, or triggering. This dialogue should be ongoing, allowing for adjustments and updates as comfort levels evolve. Establishing a foundation of trust through communication is the first step toward a safe and consensual BDSM experience.

FRIES Method of Consent: The Five Key Components

The FRIES method (Freely Given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, Specific) serves as a comprehensive guide to obtaining consent within the BDSM context.

Freely Given: Ensure that consent is voluntary and not coerced.

Reversible: Consent can be withdrawn at any point without fear of repercussions.

Informed: All parties involved are aware of the nature of the activities and potential risks.

Enthusiastic: Seek enthusiastic agreement rather than passive compliance.

Specific: Clearly define the boundaries and activities covered by the consent.

Regularly revisit the FRIES components during communication to reaffirm mutual understanding and consent.

Safe Words: A Vital Communication Tool

Safe words act as a direct line of communication between partners during BDSM activities. Choose a safe word that is easy to remember and unlikely to be confused with typical language. When the submissive partner uses the stop safe word, all activities must cease immediately. Likewise, the dominant partner should regularly check in and encourage the use of the safe word if there are any concerns. This ensures a swift response to changing dynamics and reinforces the importance of ongoing consent.

Establishing Emergency Protocols

Beyond limits, boundaries, and safe words, have a plan in place for emergencies. Discuss what steps should be taken if someone is injured or feels genuinely unsafe. Establish clear communication channels, emergency contacts, and, if necessary, a pre-determined signal for help. This proactive approach enhances the overall safety net within BDSM dynamics.

Continuous Education and Reflection

Keep abreast of the latest information, resources, and best practices within the BDSM community. Attend workshops, read literature, and engage in open dialogue with experienced practitioners. Additionally, reflect on your experiences regularly, assessing what worked well and where improvements can be made. Continuous education and self-reflection contribute to the ongoing refinement of safety practices.

While the BDSM community emphasizes the importance of safety tools, their effectiveness lies in the ability to apply them in real-life scenarios. By fostering open communication, employing the FRIES method of consent, utilizing safe words, establishing emergency protocols, and committing to continuous education, practitioners can create an environment where consensual, safe, and enjoyable BDSM experiences are the norm.

If you enjoyed this, I invite you to give my podcast a listen 'Chatting With The Lightkeeper,' a top 25% most-followed podcasts on Spotify but available on all the major podcasting apps and follow my socials for more exclusive content: Instagram, Facebook, and X (formerly Twitter) for a deeper dive into the wonderful world of D/S.

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[talesfromtheswamplands]

I, Benjamin Gaunt, am happy to bring you another (long awaited) Tale From the Swamplands! This week’s topic is... Paranoia Living down in a bunker, hiding from the Fold, foments a special brand of paranoia. But there's lots of flavors to be had! Be they walks alone at night, trauma rearing its ugly head, or authoritarian theocracies, it’s easy to get wigged out now and again! Our tale for the week is another weird and wild installment of Into the Mire! I, Benjamin Gaunt, am happy to bring you another (long awaited) Tale From the Swamplands! This week’s topic is... Paranoia Living down in a bunker, hiding from the Fold, foments a special brand of paranoia. But there's lots of flavors to be had! Be they walks alone at night, trauma rearing its ugly head, or authoritarian theocracies, it’s easy to get wigged out now and again! Our tale for the week is another weird and wild installment of Into the Mire!

Some two decades past, during the Emberglow Era, authoritarian control and civil unrest threatened to tear the city apart. All the while, the stock market fluctuated wildly - a morally mottled fruit ripe for the picking. One lonely clerk had bigger plans than stocks, fancy suits, and titles. On a night like any other, fate's hand would give Curtwell Steiner his golden opportunity. Was its form something beyond his wildest dreams? Or, even, nightmares? One thing was certain: after that night, he would never be the same again.

Learn more in this week's Tale From the Swamplands: Disconnection - B. Gaunt

It's been a bit! But I'm pumped to bring y'all my best offering yet.

Episodes from here on out will certainly not be weekly endeavors - but I'm planning on posting new episodes to finish out the season, as well as re-mastering older episodes to match this level of quality (I've learned a lot to say the least). Let me know what you think, or if there’s any other corner of the Swamplands you’d like to hear more about in the future! You can listen to the show here, on YouTube, Spotify, any podcast player, or the show’s website!

#tftsl #theswamplands #tales from the swamplands #podcast #podcasts #bugs #insects #paranoia #conspiracies #narrative #radio show #audio drama #into the mire #horror #scary #weird #swamp #memphis #80s #synthwave #david lynch #kafka #twin peaks #Spotify

[linskywords]

Taylor Swift Meets Hockey RPF: A 2022 Advent Calendar

Hello friends. I’m so excited to announce the advent calendar you never knew you wanted: the countdown of the 25 ficciest Taylor Swift songs, specifically as they apply to hockey RPF!

We’ve long been aware here in the fic community that Ms. Swift’s lyrics provide excellent titles. But just how ficcy are her songs, really? I’ve set out to answer that question via an extremely scientific* ranking project that combines three things I love dearly: hockey RPF, Taylor Swift songs, and making ranked lists of things.

*It was not even a little bit scientific

If you share any of these interests, you may be asking the following questions:

Q. I’m so excited! But what does this advent calendar actually consist of?

A. What a good question. Every day I’ll do a write-up of one of the songs, starting with the least ficcy of the 25 on 12/1 and getting ficcier each day up until Christmas, when the ficciness will reach its peak and we’ll explode with the joy of repressed men pining for each other.

Q. Are you actually going to write a story for each song?

A. Hahaha no. But I am going to pick a pairing that I think fits the song the best and say a little about how their story would go, and if I get intrigued enough by any of it I might write the story eventually.

Q. You’re going to let us know which song lyrics you’d use to title the story, though, right?

A. Of course.

Q. How can I keep track of these posts?

A. This post will act as a master post as soon as I’ve started the countdown.

Q. How about a playlist so we can listen along?

A. I got you right here! It’s empty now, and I’ll add songs as soon as they’re revealed.

Q. But wait! There’s so much variety in fanfiction, even just within hockey RPF. What does “ficciest” actually mean?

A. The ficciness of each song has been determined via the extremely objective method of me thinking about it really, really hard. I’m not aiming for all of fandom here; my frame of reference is men’s hockey RPF, specifically slash, specifically the kinds of stories I most enjoy reading/writing.

Q. Isn’t that kind of arbitrary?

A. Shhhhhh.

Q. Okay but that means pining is going to be front and center, right?

A. Absolutely it does.

Q.  So…you actually went through all of Taylor Swift’s discography for this?

A. Let’s just say my Spotify Wrapped is a little extreme this year.

Q. Aside from screwing your Spotify stats all to hell, did you come across any trends in the ficciness of her music that you’d like to share with us?

A. I’m so glad you asked! As part of determining the top 25, I rated every Taylor Swift song in her 10 studio albums (Taylor���s Version where available) on a scale of 0-10 for applicability to hockey RPF. Her albums ranked as follows:

Reputation (2017): 4.79 average ficciness rating

Lover (2019): 4.39

Taylor Swift (2006): 4

Speak Now (2010): 3.88

Red (2012): 3.55

Folklore (2020): 3.41

Fearless (2008): 3.4

Midnights (2022): 3.3

Evermore (2020): 3

1989 (2014): 2.77

Honestly I was pretty surprised by how this shook out. I expected ficciness to be at its peak in her first few albums, but nope. It was reasonably high at the start, and it did decline as she transitioned from country to pop with 1989, but then it shot up to new heights in Reputation and Lover. These are, not coincidentally, the two albums she wrote during and just after the start of her relationship with her current partner. This makes sense to me: the pining of the early albums is all well and good, but there are also a lot of songs about breakups, which did not do well in the ficciness ratings. After Lover, things went a little more as expected: the ficciness leveled off again, and her three most recent albums all ended up in the bottom half. Here's a fancy graph of the results:

That said, averages don’t tell you everything. Her first album is less ficcy than Lover on average but does far better in the top 25. Folklore is above Fearless by average rating, but it only has one song in the top 25 versus Fearless’s four. In fact, there were three albums that had only one song make it in, and 1989, least ficcy of them all, managed to squeak in twice. So “average ficciness” and “number of extremely ficcy songs” turned out to be very different stats.

Q. That's fun. Do you have any more charts?

A. I sure do! Here's one I made of how many songs came in at each rating from 1-10:

Basically, there were a lot of songs that weren't ficcy even a little bit, declining in number towards the mediocrely ficcy at 5. Then the count started going up again with songs that had enough ficcy content to be considered but maybe didn't quite hit the nail on the head. There were only a few songs that were real bullseyes.

When it came to narrowing things down, everything 7 and above got further consideration. About half the 7s made it, and almost all the 8s (there were a few I left out for various reasons). All the 9s and 10s got in.

Q. You’ve infected my brain with this, and now I’m curious how you’d rate this one song of hers I’m thinking about.

A. Shoot me an ask! If it isn’t in the top 25 I’ll answer with the ficciness rating I gave it and why.

Q. Thank you, this was exactly the extremely niche advent calendar I was hoping for this year.

A. Universal appeal, that’s my goal!

Day One: Speak Now Day Two: Blank Space Day Three: Sparks Fly Day Four: Girl at Home Day Five: Come Back...Be Here Day Six: 22 Day Seven: Breathe Day Eight: Willow Day Nine: Cruel Summer Day Ten: Long Live Day Eleven: I Know Places Day Twelve: I Think He Knows Day Thirteen: Snow On The Beach Day Fourteen: Peace Day Fifteen: Call It What You Want Day Sixteen: Fearless Day Seventeen: Untouchable Day Eighteen: I'm Only Me When I'm With You Day Nineteen: Invisible Day Twenty: Gorgeous Day Twenty-One: Dress Day Twenty-Two: Treacherous Day Twenty-Three: Teardrops On My Guitar Day Twenty-Four: I'd Lie Day Twenty-Five: You Belong With Me

#honestly i have no idea why i did this but i got SO INTO IT #please feast on the fruits of my weirdness #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #masterpost #hockey rpf #taylor swift #thanks chartgo.com for those charts

[edwinkjayesh]

Music Player in 2023... Why Sony?

The convenience of Bluetooth streaming is great but it is constrained by how much data it can pump through its signal. Though portable music players are preferably used with wired headphones for maximal performance, wired cans have seemingly enjoyed a recent renaissance too.

Smartphones are great for convenience but they’re not necessarily great for sound. As they’re multi-taskers, able to perform a range of functions, that also means they are a product that’s a jack of all trades but master of a few. Support for higher quality music has become better in the portable space with what Qualcomm is doing with its Snapdragon Sound platform and Sony’s innovations with LDAC, but in terms of outright quality for music, you won’t find better than a portable player.

Sony’s announcement of a new and not too expensive Walkman is a sign that portable music players still have a function and a purpose, as well as reminding some they still exist. Most would assume that portable music players have (or are) going the way of the Dodo, slowly passing their way out of relevance. However, we’re still seeing specialists such as Astell & Kern launch new players every year, and just recently FiiO announced the M11S. While Apple killed off the iPod, the rest of the portable player market isn’t interested in joining the scrap heap just yet.

The NW-A306 has a battery life of up to 36 hours of continuous playback, a 3.6-inch display, and because it runs on Android, you can install your favorite streaming apps if you must, although that defeats the point of having all your music with you. You'll still need a computer to load your music onto the device, just like with the iPhone's Music app, but that somehow seems less annoying with a walkman than with a phone. It also has audiophile-level playback at up to 96KHz (more than double the sample rate of a CD), although that's probably not a difference you can hear.

But it's not all upside. For a start, you'll have to carry two devices if you still want to carry your phone. And it's possible that you kind of let your music library slip when streaming came along. I bought a used iPod a while back, and when I loaded up all my songs, there was no music from the last half-decade or so because I'd been streaming it all.

The convenience of Bluetooth streaming is great but it is constrained by how much data it can pump through its signal. Though portable music players are preferably used with wired headphones for maximal performance, wired cans have seemingly enjoyed a recent renaissance too.

In a wider sense, of this seems to have converged around a greater want for higher quality music on the go. We have for decades limited ourselves in this area as MP3 streaming and downloads were a step in the wrong direction, one that’s taken a long time to reverse. In people’s minds, the quality of what they’re listening doesn’t matter as much as having access to it. We have access to more music than we can fathom at the moment, the area that we need to beef up is the quality we listen at.

From DACs to headphone amplifiers and higher quality streaming services such as Tidal and Qobuz (we still wait for Spotify Hi-Fi to make its entrance), the issue of ‘quality’ is one of the frontiers that the music and audio industry is pushing towards. All these devices have the potential to make music sound better, so while my smartphone will still be my device of choice given how much it (rightly or wrongly) rules my day-to-day activities, when it comes to listening to music in its highest quality, I’ll be tuning in with my portable player to get the best experience possible.

On My View Point...

You may think that, there’s only a need of an audio enhancing software or a high end headphones. But on all every aspects, from nostalgic design, high end specs possible and even quality - Sony have managed to make it all happen in a capsule. And that’s it. For music lovers, this will be dream gadget for sure and so happy to see this upgrade on this formfactor which was really unexpected. And looking forward to have a glance of one of these in real. And that’s been it - Edwin K Jayesh

#technology #tech #tech news #New Tech #sony #sony walkman #walkman #audioplayer #audiomack #audio post #mp3player #mp3 #player #techblog #blog #news #hotnewartist #technology news

[balladtv]

ok. this will be fun but playlist for your life right now? with explanations on why you like them / how they related to you. (idm whether its 5 or 20 songs, i need recommendations and i need explanations AHAHA)

omg best question ever award. initially I wanted to keep this like ‘album length’ (max 15 songs) but we’ll see how it goes :’) also so sorry this took like forever I kept changing everything LMAO

track 1 — ‘the 1975’

being funny in a foreign language, the 1975

a pretty obvious choice for the opening song. was a toss up if it was either going to include the bfiafl version or the self-titled version — in the end decided to go with the bfiafl version because of the lyric “I’m sorry if you’re living and you’re seventeen”, because I am seventeen. therefore it was more appropriate to include this one whilst I can! like I said, I was undoubtedly going to start with a version of ‘the 1975’ because it’s the perfect representation and reset of the things that I love.

track 2 — ‘you belong with me (taylor’s version)’

fearless (taylor’s version), taylor swift

now the next two songs are basically the representation of my childhood. before I even fully knew who taylor actually was, I was obsessed with watching the music video for this song and I was absolutely in love with it. when I got older and went my own way before finding my way back to her, the amount of nostalgia I got from this song was insane — making me love her even more now. fearless will forever & always (pun!!!) be my favourite taylor album.

track 3 — ‘red (taylor’s version)’

red (taylor’s version), taylor swift

much like you belong with me, the whole red album was the album that I actively remember listening to the most when I was in primary school and actually grasped taylor as a person for the first time. madness to think how full circle I’ve actually come now that I’m going into year 13 (over a decade later).

track 4 — ‘roxanne’

outlandos d’amour, the police

this has been one of my top spotify songs for quite some time, and I first started listening to it because it came from one of my favourite films / musicals of all time — moulin rouge! my uncle also has the picture disc for this album (if my memory serves me right) so it’s also nostalgic to have that family connection to it, I always love what music is capable of doing in terms of relationships. it’s absolutely magical.

track 5 — ‘stuck on a puzzle’

submarine soundtrack, alex turner

I was introduced to this song through the film ‘submarine’ (richard ayoade) as it was one of my set texts for a-level media studies. majority of my class heavily disliked the film, but it instantly shot to one of my favourites of all time — the cinematography along with the soundtrack is some of the most masterful work I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing. the lyrics themselves in the song also just gives me that mellow feeling when listening to it (as alex turner’s voice itself is amazing). I’m also welsh, so watching the film gives me the same feeling as gavin & stacey, constantly picking out locations that I know and also sharing almost the exact same accent as to the ones in the film haha!

track 6 — ‘thick skull’

this is why, paramore

these next few songs I’ve placed in the playlist to sort of represent my long battle with mental health problems (which I’m very happy and proud to admit that currently I’m the happiest I have ever been since I was like 9 lol), and thick skull does that perfect representation (also whilst being sung by hayley williams, what more can a girl ask for). the sinking feeling that I get from listening to this song truly does feel like drowning in the best of ways, mimicking that battle that you have to have with yourself. from the slow start to the layered buildup towards the end, it truly does feel like an explosion.

track 7 — ‘i always wanna die (sometimes)’

a brief inquiry into online relationships, the 1975

I feel like I am constantly talking about this song so I probably won’t elaborate on it that much, but from suffering with a personal loss that’s represented almost to a t through this song is why it’ll always be so important to me. from “your death it won’t happen to you, it happens to your family and your friends” to “if you can’t survive, just try”, anything else I could possibly say is in the lyrics themselves.

track 8 — ‘fine line’

fine line, harry styles

this songs included because it reminds me of one of my bestest friends in the entire world. although this doesn’t have the deepest meaning behind it, when we both went to a harry styles concert together, a group of girls in the row behind us snapped a photo of us hugging each other during fine line and it’s become my favourite photo of all time. I’ll include it at the bottom, so then this song just became our song :)

track 9 — ‘the crow & the butterfly’

sound of madness, shinedown

this song comes from one of my dads favourite albums, and the instruments in this song are just breathtaking. my nan also vehemently hates the idea of me getting tattoos, and when I asked her what I should get for her, other than being like don’t you dare; she said get a butterfly (with the most annoyed look on her face ever hahahah). therefore this song also reminds me of her :)

track 10 — ‘symptom of being human’

planet zero, shinedown

this other shinedown track is also included because one of the best concerts I’ve ever been too was on the planet zero tour. also, listen to this song and pay attention to the lyrics because it’s so emotional and the meaning behind it is insane. it really makes you feel seen and special!

track 11 — ‘i’m so sick’

flyleaf, flyleaf

this is included because it’s just one of my favourite songs of all time, and the vocalist on the track (lacey sturm) is just an absolute powerhouse! no other reason other than that hahaha.

track 12 — ‘aimee’

ozzmosis, ozzy osbourne

pretty obvious, it’s my name (and I love ozzy anyways).

track 13 — ‘funny how love is’

queen II, queen

queen have always and will always be one of my favourite bands of all time (as I’m absolutely in love with roger taylor) and queen II is just my absolute favourite album by them, and one of my tops of all time. this song reminds me of me first starting my vinyl collection and going record hunting for the first time, in which I bought first pressings of their debut self titled album and queen II.

track 14 — ‘all I need to hear’

being funny in a foreign language, the 1975

one of my favourites on the album that means so much to me, so had to include it for that reason. I love singing along to the track over any other 1975 song, and also getting to hear tim healy sing this live at finsbury was just magical.

track 15 — ‘sunshine baby’

in the end it always does, the japanese house

again, one of my favourite artists of all time, and one of my favourite albums of all time. this is my favourite song on the album and it just gives me vibes haha! some of my favourite flowing lyrics of all time as well, “the feeling when the windscreen wipers line up with the song”.

track 16 — ‘sincerity is scary’

a brief inquiry into online relationships, the 1975

had to include this because it comes from my favourite 1975 album, and I wanted to include it because I feel like it perfectly demonstrates meaningful but satirical lyricism.

track 17 — ‘mean (taylor’s version)’

speak now (taylor’s version), taylor swift

again, a pretty simple reason (I’m running out of things to waffle about at this point, only so many times can I say I love a song) but this one goes out to all the negativity that people have tried to feed into my life, because they will never define you :)

track 18 — ‘i am the fire’

into the wildlife, halestorm

halestorm are also another band that my dad introduced me too, and seeing them live for the first time and getting a pick from a concert for the first time will always be a stand out memory to me. also, I love the message behind the song and how uplifting it can be!

track 19 — ‘i bet you look good on the dance floor’

whatever people say I am that’s what I’m not, arctic monkeys

this song reminds me of my other best mate in the whole entire world, who I’ve known for years. she’s always been a bigger arctic monkeys fan that I have and I am so proud of her for accomplishing everything she has today. although she’ll never see this I’m so proud of her! more than she’d ever know.

track 20 — ‘left behind’

plush (released as a single)

from another one of my favourite bands of all time, this is their newest single release. it’s hard, it’s heavy, and I absolutely love jamming out to it. a girl rock band all under 22 — sign me up!

track 21 — ‘girls, girls, girls’

girls girls girls, mötley crüe

recently saw mötley crüe in wembley with my dad, and it was so emotional being able to see his all time favourite band with him. this was one of the first mötley songs that I ever listened to and realised oh shit my dad wasn’t lying!

track 22 — ‘give yourself a try’

a brief inquiry into online relationships, the 1975

favourite 1975 song. means so much to me. the message is just the most important.

track 23 — ‘people’

notes on a conditional form, the 1975

ending on a complete high, reminds of the end of finsbury (the best gig ever) when I absolutely lost my shit and had the most adrenaline ever. really sums up the person who I’ve become!

so turns out this was actually insanely difficult — listen time clocking in at 1hr & 27m. but this genuinely just sums up me as a person, absolutely all over the place, up and down, leaving you thinking ‘wtf is going on’. I hope you enjoy, and if you don’t recognise any of the songs, I would 110% recommend them :) (also could u tell I literally had to cut down so many the 1975 songs and couldn’t just have it all them LMAO)

bonus tracks:

forget (ashley suppa), all dead all dead (queen), epiphany (mammoth wvh), over there (the japanese house), nana (the 1975), I couldn’t be more in love (the 1975), nothing revealed / everything denied (the 1975)

#the 1975 #taylor swift #the police #alex turner #paramore #harry styles #shinedown #flyleaf #ozzy osbourne #queen band #the japanese house #halestorm #arctic monkeys #plush band #mötley crüe #balladtvtalks

[carryatunestudio12]

Harmonize Your Melodies: Music Arrangement Services

Music arrangement is the process of taking a piece of music and adding new elements to it, such as harmonies, additional instruments, or changes in dynamics. This can result in an entirely new sound that elevates the original melody and creates a unique listening experience for the audience.

If you're looking to take your music to the next level, consider using professional music arrangement services. These services offer experienced musicians who specialize in enhancing melodies with their knowledge of composition and instrumentation.

Whether you need a simple rearrangement or a complete overhaul of your song, music arrangement services can help bring out the full potential of your musical ideas. Here are three ways that these services can benefit your creative process:

Bringing Fresh Ideas

Sometimes when we create music, we reach a point where we feel like there's something missing but just don't know what. A fresh pair of ears from someone who specializes in arranging can provide valuable insights into how to elevate your track by identifying areas for improvement and suggesting creative solutions.

Enhancing Production Quality

Adding more layers to production quality through different instruments or effects will make it stand out from other tracks available online digital stores like Spotify or Apple Music. Professional arrangers have skills like multi-instrumentation which allows them add more depth to songs while maintaining high-quality standards.

Saving Time & Effort

The amount of time it takes for one person working on multiple aspects including recording/mixing/mastering etc., whereas hiring professionals provided by these services would save time so you could focus on creating even better content instead! Furthermore, they have access to software tools specifically designed for this purpose making their work faster than any amateur producer trying his/her best!

In conclusion,

Using professional music arrangement services is an excellent way transform ordinary compositions into extraordinary ones - whether it be through adding harmonies/arrangements/instruments/effects. With their experience and expertise, they can help you to develop your music in ways that would take years of practice for you to achieve on your own. So, if you're looking for a way to take your sound to the next level, consider investing in music arrangement services today!

#music arrangement services #music arrangement #music rearrangement

[arcanelovepile]

and likewise, headcanon meme for: SKRAEL >:)c

Send me a character and I'll answer these headcanons || Skrael Since we know so little about the Order from canon, everybody has their own brilliant take on their background and so on - so heeey, these are for 'my' Skrael.

1: sexuality headcanon Again I should mention that Skrael predates labels - that being said, I feel like pansexual fits him pretty nicely! Warm skin-to-skin adult fun times was such a luxury when he was a human (roughly 22,000 years ago) and gender didn't really move the needle on the level of attraction he felt towards someone. It just wasn't important. Once it was an option for him to enjoy that, i.e. when he graduated from Maurgh's (his mother's/master's) school of Straight Outta The Abyss Evil Shit, he absolutely did.

I'm not saying he used to be a paleolithic fuckboy, but they'd have to be pretty high on his shit list for him to decline an offer. And now? It's not really an itch anymore, it's more a delightful way to be intimate with a partner.

2: otp Ahhhh I'm very Order oriented. Skrael is high key devoted to Bellroc and Nari, and although full poly trio is lovely I guess Skraelroc is the most common one I indulge in. They are the most gorgeous power couple fdhdhkjfk

Speaking of indulging... I'm still happily playing solitaire in my little ship canoe Skrouxie. 🤟💙

3: brotp Ah no, I already mentioned Skrouxie. What the hell, LISTEN even if they wouldn't eventually smooch, I'll take the fragile, trembling sprout of a friendship that might come from Douxie surviving giving Nari shelter from Massive Aggression and Passive Aggression.

See? Order reconciling and flying off into the sunset, Douxie tip-toeing off in the background to, idk, sweep floors and severely underestimate himself. I want to see Skrael sneaking on him later for some petty revenge. I want to see Douxie seducing him with, say, spotify and strawberry daiquiries. I want to see Skrael's interest going from sadistic to sympathetic to protective because holy shit, Merlin was crap master and that this 900 year old street performer managed to hold Skrael and Bellroc at bay for so long is nothing short of a miracle.

4: notp *squints at smudged handwriting on wrist* Berlin?

5: first headcanon that pops into my head Hair and decorations. He's got a mass of braids with small bone totems weaved into them. All of them have sentimental value and they are there to remind him of different things, some of which time has eroded.

6: favorite line from this character Number one: "You misunderstand our grand vision!" aka 'Nari, please come back, it's only a 200 slide ppt presentation...'

Number two: "This reliquary reeks of Merlin."

You smell like lies, old man. Wash your damn beard.

7: one way in which I relate to this character I, too, have laughed as somebody slipped and fell, and gotten side-eyed by my best friend for my trouble. In my defense, the person on the ground had previously made annoying talking noises and I think their fate was fair.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character There is nothing about my teacup villain that gives me second hand embarrassment.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? A fave! I see nothing problematic with this snow angel.

#skrael #toa wizards #tales of arcadia #skraelroc #skrouxie #the arcane order

[twinhood-2dot0]

A Shallow Dive into Sampling, Remixing, and Covering

Before we begin, I will define these words. My definitions are mine alone and there may be official ones, but I’m going to be sticking to mine.

Sampling: Taking a part of another song and using it in key elements of your songs.

Remixing: Taking a song and remaking elements such as melodies and basslines.

Covering: Recording of a song with minimal lyrical or musical changes.

So, I’m a huge fan of sampling, but many consider them copying. Hank made a video on it, which you probably have already watched but I will link it nonetheless.

I think of sampling as writing a love letter to a song. Take Avicii for example. I consider him a master of sampling. Yes, I know, I consider him a master of music, but my favourite things in his songs are his samples. 

So, his first big hit and also the anthem of Tomorrowland, the biggest music festival, as voted by fans, Levels, is a song he made, just to sample Etta James’s Something’s Got a Hold On Me because he loved it so much. I don’t think you can get any closer to a love letter. (BTW you don’t have to listen to the whole songs, just the parts I link)

(Tumblr doesn't wanna abide by timespants so just use the link or listen to the whole song (highly recommended))

(Dumb rule apparently only 10 videos are allowed per post so I will use spotify where relevant)

Here’s Levels

And here’s SGHOM (this one works the sample is at the beginning)

My favourite song of all time, Dear Boy, samples Hymn by Jonas Knutsson Band, a jazz song. He made a prog house bop out of a jazz song.

Dear Boy (Timestamp)

Hymn (Beginning)

There’s a ton more examples, but listing them all would take a ton of time, but here’s one last one.

Kygo, Avicii, Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Beginning)

Sting - Shape of My Heart

I don’t think this shows lack of creativity, I think it does the opposite. I never would have heard these songs if Avicii did not sample them so I got him to thank for that. Moving on, we have Daft Punk, one of Avicii’s biggest inspirations, no idea if he was inspired to sample by them too. (I’m sorry I circled back to Avicii but that’s just how it is with me, I’m sorry.) 

Daft Punk samples lots. And I mean lots. I don’t think lack of creativity even applies here because the samples are creative in and of themselves. Here’s a 2 min video (I’m sorry but you need to see this):

Here’s a song I love that has been sampled a lot.

David Martin - Can’t Smile Without You:

It’s been covered by Barry Manilow and The Carpenters, but I want to focus on the samplers here.

Daft Punk - Instant Crush:

And also by Marshmello in Leave Before You Love Me:

Now, onto remixing. I don’t think I have much to say here, I think everyone knows what remixing is, but anyways, I’ll provide an example (Trying my best to not link an Avicii song but he does make the best remixes even if they’re very few). While in the process of writing this I was watching a video of Daft Punk samples and they even sampled the Apollo 16 and 17 missions apparently. 

Okay let’s get back on track. Kygo in the space between his 2020 and 2022 albums released a lot of covers/remixes of 80s songs. Kygo, Whitney Houston - Higher Love:

Whitney Houston - Higher Love: https://youtu.be/DbmiyLe2OnY

I cannot for the life of me find Whitney Houston's cover on Spotify, so enjoy the original Steve Winwood one:

I call this a cover/remix because according to my definition it should be a remix but the naming of the track seems reminiscent of covers. If it had a different singer I’d classify it as a cover but no, it’s Whitney Houston with Kygo instrumentals so it’s a remix in my eyes. (Also footnote, Higher Love was originally performed by Steve Winwood, covered by Whitney Houston and remixed by Kygo.) Kygo also got big by posting his remixes of songs on Soundcloud, so here’s one of them, it’s an Ed Sheeran one:

Kygo's remix is an unofficial one he posted on Soundcloud so no Spotify :(

Ed Sheeran - I See Fire (Kygo Remix): https://youtu.be/F3o1izxjCkM

Ed Sheeran - I See Fire: https://youtu.be/2fngvQS_PmQ

Imho this is the third best remix ever made behind Avicii's best.

Anyways, moving on to covers. Jasmine Thompson is a famous cover artist, and made a cover of Ain’t Nobody. I guess Felix Jaehn liked it and made a backing track for it. Here there’s new instrumentals and new vocalist, but nothing else has changed.

Felix Jaehn ft. Jasmine Thompson - Ain’t Nobody: https://youtu.be/5j1RCys4R0g

Chaka Khan - Ain’t Nobody: https://youtu.be/-Ro8-ngA8gs

The next song is an ABBA one! This is a unique case in that I love both versions equally. Again, new instrumentals, new singer (I think?), same melody, same lyrics

ABBA - Gimme Gimme Gimme: https://youtu.be/XEjLoHdbVeE

GAMPER & DADONI - Gimme Gimme Gimme: https://youtu.be/OR5jsmDTUrc

I’ll sign off with a hilarious song I discovered. It’s a song about a girl who’s in utter denial about her breakup. I know I shouldn’t be laughing but holy hell the level of denial:

NOTD, Nina Nesbitt - Cry Dancing: https://youtu.be/Qp-UbtDVf7I

Okay, that’s it from me, I tend to ramble on, sorry, see you on thursday!

-Alia

(Oh wow I overshot by about 5 times damn, the shallow dive turned out to be pretty deep also this took a lot of effort please appreciate not the post it's pretty much a rant but the embeds took effort and also the last minute edits scrambling to somehow get this done by 12 even though I had most of the content ready days ago this is literally the only thing I can get done on time ok thank you bye i'll stop talking now see you)

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For your ask how about 1, 29, and 30?

Ask Game… Send in Numbers for Questions if you’re also bored

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read: I would read The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden. Just in regards to the setting and the prose, it will probably give you some insight into my vibe/aesthetic as a person. The setting and the fact that it's a fairytale retelling are also important because those have been huge influences on my reading habits over the years, and reading is probably one of my main influences to my person. But even disregarding that, the story has a lot of overarching themes that I think would tell you a lot about me.

Watch: I think a good place to start would be watching the 2019 adaptation of Emma or reading Emma by Jane Austen. (I'm calling this the 'watch' though because I have other books in mind.) It's probably going to sound odd/make me seem like a worse person to say that out of all of the Austen heroines I relate to Emma the most given how deeply flawed she is compared to someone like Lizzie who is also flawed but has flaws that we as a society are more willing to accept. We all want to be a Lizzie, but a huge part of understanding someone (and really of understanding yourself) is acknowledging your flaws. That said, my explanation for Emma is that, while I have never and may never be rich, there were certainly times in my life when I exhibited Emma's level of snobbish elitism in other aspects of life, and I think that my growth as a person probably mirrors her comeuppance at the end of the novel and where we can all imagine her character would've grown after as she matured/learned that she didn't know everything and wasn't always the smartest person in the room.

Listen to: I don't listen to much music on my own. Music is usually a vehicle for getting me in the mood to tell a particular kind of story. So with that in mind, I think the songs I've listened to the most are all story related: Iris by the GooGoo Dolls, Head Above Water by Avril Lavigne, Love You Goodbye by One Direction. Those are all songs that have made it on my Spotify Wrapped in the last couple years. They all correspond to one story or another. I don't know how much I listen to them when I'm not writing, but I don't listen to much music at all when I'm not writing. So I don't really have other answers to give there. And the stories I write are pretty important to me, so that's as good as I got there.

three songs that you connect with right now.

Like I said, songs are usually story vehicles for me. Granted, stories are influential to me so the songs that are vehicles for them are important in that sense but are rarely important on their own. I connect with them to the extent that I connect with a story, and they get me in the mood to write that. Answering this as best I can, the three songs that right now are on repeat, mostly because of stories, are: If I Could Fly by One Direction, One Way Ticket by LeAnn Rimes, and Home by Catie Turner.

pick one of your favorite quotes.

I refuse to pick one. If songs are things that I struggle to find connection with and a question I don't have a great answer for, quotes are the exact opposite. I have been preparing for this my whole life.

Lots of Quotes Under Cut

Quotes that are Hopeful:

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours

"I dwell in possibility." - Emilly Dickinson

Quotes about Strength and Women:

“There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed. She calmly goes her way where even panthers would be shamed.” - Aristophanes, Lysistrata

“She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.” - Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Quotes with Fighting and Strength as Themes:

"Our masters have not heard the people's voices for generations, and it is much, much louder than they care to remember." - Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

"You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere." - Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

"I offered them Utopia, but they fought for the right to live in Hell." - Mark Millar, Superman: Red Son

Quotes about Love:

“What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.” - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.” - Anna Akmatova, Complete Poems

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.” - Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

Quotes about Fear:

“Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.” - Patrick Rothfuss, Name of the Wind

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” - Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear

Other Random Quotes:

“I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.” - Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

“If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!” - Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

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Alternatives to Stream Hip Hop Music

While the rise of streaming services like Apple Music and Spotify have actually been mostly based upon music from the mainstream, there are many options readily available to listen to hip hop on the go. In this short article, we'll go over Tidal, Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music as options to streaming services for hip hop. Each offers its own set of advantages and disadvantages, and we'll cover how each one differs from the others. Tidal If you are looking to stream hip hop music, you should think about Tidal. The streaming service is understood for its contemporary music, with a special concentrate on hip hop. You can listen to hip hop songs from a few of the greatest artists these days or discover up-and-comers who have yet to catch on. Users can browse through advised brochure albums or create their own custom playlists to listen to their preferred hip hop tunes.

The search is fast and trusted. Tidal has an extensive catalogue of hip hop music spanning over a decade, with each artist's profile tagging each title with its release year. You can also look for tracks by genre using the artist's name and album title. Tidal's contributors' playlists are consistently good, making it an exceptional discovery tool. Utilizing the credits feature to see more appropriate music helps you discover brand-new songs to listen to. Another positive feature of Tidal is the audio quality. The service's 50 million tracks are encoded in FLAC, a lossless format that streams at the equivalent of CD quality. While Apple Music and Spotify stream at 320 kbps, Tidal's quality is substantially greater. Users can likewise select to spend for specific quality levels. The only downside is that not all albums are consisted of in Tidal's Tidal Masters library. Spotify You can listen to the very best hip hop music on Spotify if you understand which tunes are trending. Spotify recently released its year-end list of most-streamed tunes, and hip-hop artists were prominently featured. For example, "Rapstar" by Mary J. Blige grew 520% in the U.S. throughout the year that ended in February. Another tune, "State of mind," by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg, acquired more than 185% in the U.S. within the hour following the Super Bowl.

The synergy in between hip-hop and streaming has actually upended music industry company practices and triggered outrageous bidding wars to register brand-new rap skill. It has actually likewise devalued the business significance of emerging female pop vocalists and rock. It has actually likewise challenged long-held presumptions about race and music. With its appeal, hip-hop is becoming the most streamed genre on Spotify. You can find traditional hip-hop artists like Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg on Spotify. If you're looking for a new way to listen to hip hop, you may wish to try Apple Music Its Hip-Hop playlist contains 9 of the top 10 songs, while Spotify's features are more minimal. For example, there are no Leading 20 tunes by Arcade Fire, LCD Soundsystem, Lorde, Haim, Miley Cyrus, and other popular artists. If you're trying to find hip-hop music on Spotify, make certain to attempt the free trial. Apple Music According to brand-new stats, Apple Music has actually claimed over half of the US on-demand audio streaming market for blockbuster hip-hop albums in the past 2 months. The information is based upon Alpha Data, which tracks the volume of on-demand audio streams for the first week of US chart-topping albums. While this number might seem low, it represents a big leap from Spotify's single-digit share. For those who are not going to spend for a monthly subscription, Apple Music is a good choice. The free tier lasts 90 days and allows you to listen to numerous tracks. You can likewise listen to video and human-curated radio stations. One major drawback of Apple Music is that it does not have non-music content, such as podcasts and LiveXLive's Stories. Regardless of its lots of benefits, it can be challenging to pick in between these two services. The most significant benefit of Apple Music is its smooth integration with Siri. You can turn Siri into your personal DJ by asking her to play your preferred hip-hop songs from 1993, or just type in your preferred hip-hop artist and music genre to hear it from their point of view. The very same opts for sharing your music. You can activate this feature by visiting your profile page and clicking on 'Start sharing with friends'.

YouTube Music. YouTube Music for Hip Hop celebrates renowned Hip-Hop artists. The service uses playlists from eras throughout the Hip-Hop category, and signboards featuring music icons were positioned across significant cities. The service also hosted a Town Hall collecting where Basa discussed the value of celebrating the history of Hip-Hop and bridging generations through music. This post checks out a couple of methods to promote your music on YouTube. While a lot of YouTube music channels do not create premium music videos, some do. Examine the submission requirements for each channel and make sure you send according to their standards. You can also monetize your music by registering for an advertisement with the music channel. The ad plays in front of all videos on that channel. Make sure to call each channel directly. A few of them have stringent standards about what categories of music they accept. Getting your music seen by big names is not as challenging as it appears. Lots of hip-hop artists use YouTube to spread their music. However, it is necessary to comprehend that these channels are run by independent artists. For example, some channels have fewer subscribers than YouTube. If a major label owns the music channel, it's unlikely to be an option. The only downside of this approach is that it's tough to discover the artist you're looking for. Pandora If you wish to listen to Hip hop music on Pandora, you're in luck! listen to online radio 'll discover the music of rap artists like Lil' Kim, Future, Nicki Minaj, and Rich Homie Quan in curated playlists. And they sound completely various than hip hop tunes from 40 years earlier! That's not a surprise! You can even listen to their commentary as you enjoy their music. But if you're new to hip hop music, here are a few ideas to assist you start. First of all, you might be wondering how Pandora has the ability to find and play hip hop music. Well, Pandora is partnering with SoundCloud to bring you this brand-new experience. The company invested $75 million in SoundCloud last year and just recently launched a show called 'The Lookout' on its Hip-Hop Nation channel. This brand-new music feature will feature songs heard on SoundCloud's weekly show, 'The Lookout'. Another terrific Pandora station is Kat Dahlia. The song choice is diverse and modern-day, with the background sound of a string ensemble. You can likewise find hip hop music on this station that connects to fresh Hip Hop. The songs make sure to be eccentric and pertinent to hip hop culture today. If you're a fan of hip hop, Pandora is the perfect platform to get your fix. Just keep in mind, you don't have to buy any music to listen to it. Amazon Prime If you want to hear hip hop music totally free, you must subscribe to an online streaming service. Amazon Prime is the most trusted location to stream rap music, and you can find lots of different genres in their huge brochures. It likewise offers hi-res noise and enables you to stream music across numerous gadgets. Nevertheless, you need to bear in mind that the service is not complimentary. If you plan to listen to hip hop music totally free, Amazon Prime is not for you. Apple Music is an excellent place to listen to hip hop music, and their service is even more comprehensive than Spotify's. The service also has a good time celeb playlists, including tracks by Jay Z, Beyonce, and Macklemore. You'll likewise discover hip hop artists that have their own labels, that makes it easy to stay up to date with the most recent music. And obviously, you'll discover a wide variety of genres to explore with Apple Music. If you wish to listen to hip hop in high-res, you ought to think about registering for TIDAL, a music streaming service owned by Jay Z. For $20 a month, you can take pleasure in more than 80 million tracks and videos in lossless quality. The totally free tier offers MP3 quality, while paid versions include additional functions, like ad-supported gain access to. The service provides an extensive range of genres, and you can even find an album or single that you haven't heard yet.

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10 most underrated Joni Mitchell songs

Joni Mitchell’s surprise return to Spotify marks the first day of my life. Two grueling years of mp3 downloads, YouTube video playlists, and Apple Music temptations took quite the toll, but we’ve made it. To celebrate, here’s a list of 10 criminally underrated Joni bangers that deserve your streams. Now!

“Refuge of the Roads” (1976)

The ultimate highway soundtrack, “Refuge of the Roads” is an escapist hallucination with some of the sexiest bass you’ll ever hear. Joni’s on the run, hiding from the critics and her deep-seeded feelings of love that keep her from being the picture of independence she longed to be. The song details her miraculous recovery from cocaine addiction thanks to a Tibetan Buddhist master in Colorado and the insignificance of her emotional existence. It’s also one of her favorite songs she ever recorded!

“Judgment of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig’s Tune)” (1972)

A piano tribute to Beethoven, “Ludwig’s Tune” is Joni finding solace in another legendary musician’s experience of being misinterpreted. Just like Ludwig, her art was deemed “too raw” at a time where no one was trauma dumping like Joni was. The song is a peak in Joni’s orchestration skills, with glorious winds and vocal runs, plus some of her best poetry to match. 

“Talk to Me” (1977)

I never thought the same woman who sang “A Case Of You” would be literally chicken squawking on record, but we’re blessed to live in that reality. Joni’s sense of humor on “Talk To Me” is on full display, dodging punchy acoustic guitar and raging fretless bass, begging “Mr. Mystery” (presumably Bob Dylan) to talk to her. “You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency / Come and spend some on me” is lyrical brilliance, not to mention one of the most iconic opening lines, period.

“Harry’s House/Centerpiece” (1975)

Joni’s storytelling skills fly under the radar way too often, despite her pointed observations in “Harry’s House/Centerpiece” being one of the greatest critiques of gender roles in music. Her blend of jazz fusion and a jazz standard adds to the traditional versus modern views of gender roles she’s observing, and her top tier crooning sells it hard. Not to mention Harry Styles named a whole album after the song!

Borderline (1994)

Not many of Joni’s songs match the intensity of “Borderline,” with a drop dead gorgeous steel guitar/organ combo and insightful 50-year-old cynicism. I think of “Borderline” as her 90s version of “Both Sides Now”. She makes sure to remind us that no one really knows life at all, and pretending otherwise only builds the borderlines between us. A brutally honest queen!

“Love” (1982)

For someone who allegedly doesn’t know love at all, Joni seems very well-acquainted with it on this song. Her insightful takes are a lot to digest, but they’re paired with winding early-80s production that work seamlessly. Think Leonard Cohen-level poetry and Steely Dan-esque funk with just a touch of 80s cheesiness.  

“People’s Parties” (1974)

Even Joni has social anxiety, and “People’s Parties” is very that. Her descriptions of the posh social climbers and dramatics at the exclusive events she attends is strangely relatable to your average introvert, while also serving up a juicy critique of elitism in showbusiness. “People’s Parties” is some of her most charismatic musical phrasing, and her lower register in the outro scratches every itch in my brain. 

“The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines” (1979)

Charles Mingus pulled something so specific out of Joni that is not talked about enough. On “TDCFDM,” Joni’s practically playing the part of every instrument next to bumbling bass, skittering drums, floating saxophone, and razor-sharp horns, and sounding next-level doing it. If anything Joni’s made proves her supernatural abilities, it’s this song.

Conversation (1970)

“Conversation” is the original love triangle song, and Joni is feeling chaotic. She’s helplessly flirting back and forth with a guy who’s taken, bringing him apples and cheese and listening to him rant about his relationship issues. Sonically the song is the perfect encapsulation of obsessing over someone new, and her signature soprano is perfection as per usual. 

The Last Time I Saw Richard (1971)

Holding a candle to ballads like “A Case Of You” and “River” seems unthinkable, but Blue’s closer makes it look easy. Richard and Joni play two sides of a spectrum; Richard being chewed up and spit out by pain and heartbreak, while Joni is fighting for optimism amidst the emotional devastation we hear on Blue. Joni’s pissed and panicked that someone could give up on happiness, so she’s “gonna blow this damn candle out,” refusing to let life get the best of her. 

Here's my comprehensive guide to Joni in playlist form including influences, influencers, and more. Happy listening!

Mead Gill

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Mastering Spotify: 🎶 A Comprehensive Guide to Offline Music Enjoyment 📲

Mastering Spotify: 🎶 A Comprehensive Guide to Offline Music Enjoyment 📲

In the dynamic world of music streaming, Spotify reigns supreme as one of the most popular platforms, offering a vast library of songs, playlists, and podcasts. While enjoying music on Spotify is a seamless experience, the ability to download your favorite tracks for offline use is a game-changer. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore how to download music on Spotify for offline use, ways to listen without an internet connection, and essential steps to store Spotify songs for offline playback.

1. Spotify Premium: Your Ticket to Offline Music Bliss

What is Spotify Premium?

Spotify Premium is a subscription tier that unlocks a myriad of features, and one of the most notable is the ability to download music for offline listening. While the free version of Spotify allows you to stream music online, Premium takes your experience to the next level with offline access, higher audio quality, and an ad-free environment.

Getting Started with Spotify Premium

Subscription: To enjoy offline music on Spotify, start by subscribing to Spotify Premium. Visit the Spotify website or use the app to explore the Premium plans available.

Payment: Choose a subscription plan that suits your preferences and proceed with the payment process. Spotify offers various plans, including individual, family, and student options.

Activation: Once subscribed, activate your Premium account. This often involves logging in with your Spotify credentials and confirming your Premium status.

Download the Spotify App: If you don't have the Spotify app installed, download it from the official website or your device's app store.

Login: Open the app, log in with your Premium account credentials, and you're ready to explore the world of offline music on Spotify.

2. Downloading Music on Spotify for Offline Use

Step-by-Step Guide to Downloading Songs

Search for Music: Open the Spotify app and search for the songs, albums, or playlists you want to download.

Toggle the Download Switch: For individual songs, find the download switch (usually a downward-facing arrow) next to the track and toggle it to download. For entire playlists or albums, look for the "Download" option.

Monitor Download Progress: You can monitor the download progress in the Downloads section of the app. Once completed, a green arrow indicates that the content is ready for offline use.

Storage and Offline Devices List

Spotify allows users to download content for offline use on multiple devices. However, it's essential to be mindful of storage limitations on your device. To check your offline devices list and manage storage:

Open the Spotify app.

Go to "Settings" and find the "Offline Mode" section.

View and manage the devices authorized for offline use.

3. Listening to Spotify Without an Internet Connection

Offline Mode Activation

Spotify's Offline Mode allows you to enjoy your downloaded music without an internet connection. Here's how to activate it:

Open the Spotify app.

Go to "Settings."

Toggle the switch for "Offline Mode."

With Offline Mode enabled, you can now listen to your downloaded music without relying on an internet connection.

Tips for a Seamless Offline Experience

Update Downloads Regularly: To ensure you have the latest songs available offline, regularly update your downloads, especially if you've added new tracks to your playlists.

Manage Storage: Keep an eye on your device's storage and manage downloaded content accordingly. Delete old downloads to free up space for new music.

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5. FAQs and Troubleshooting Spotify Offline Usage

Can You Listen to Spotify Online?

Yes, you can listen to Spotify online with an active internet connection. However, certain features like offline playback require a Spotify Premium subscription.

How to Download Spotify on iPhone?

Open the App Store on your iPhone.

Search for "Spotify" and select the official app.

Tap "Get" to download and install the app.

How to Download Spotify on Mac?

Visit the Spotify website.

Download the Mac version of the app.

Install the app by following the on-screen instructions.

How to Control Spotify on Phone from Computer?

Ensure both devices are on the same Wi-Fi network.

Open the Spotify app on your computer.

Look for the device icon and select your phone from the list.

6. Beyond Spotify: Exploring Additional Features and Tips

Spotify Settings Explained

Dive into Spotify settings to customize your experience. Explore options such as playback, audio quality, and social sharing to tailor Spotify to your preferences.

Spotify for Different Devices

Whether you're using Spotify on a Mac, Windows PC, Chromebook, or iOS device, the platform is optimized for various operating systems. Explore the specific functionalities and settings available for your chosen device.

Troubleshooting Spotify Issues

Encountering issues with Spotify? Visit the official Spotify support page or community forums to find solutions to common problems. From login issues to playback errors, a wealth of resources is available to assist users.

7. Conclusion: Elevate Your Music Experience with Spotify Premium

As we conclude this comprehensive guide, it's evident that Spotify Premium opens the door to a world of unlimited music, available at your fingertips, even without an internet connection. With the ability to download and enjoy your favorite tracks offline, Spotify becomes a personalized music haven catering to your every mood.

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