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obsidiancreates · 4 months

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Shawn Acachalla, Interdimensional Psychic Detective (Part 1)

(I'M CONTINUING MY NICHE INDULGENCE FOR ME AND @poltertoast, SHAWN GETS ADOPTED BY THE ACACHALLAS AU IS A GO)

Shawn Spencer went missing when he was 8 years old. It was quiet, unnoticed, and the last time anyone saw him was when he had a fight with his father and stormed into his room and shut the door.

Henry Spencer had waited until morning to try and talk to his son, knowing it should have been sooner but shame burning in his veins over what he’d said. He’d never been good at confronting his own faults, especially not with Shawn. But when he’d opened the door the bed was empty, and a few of Shawn’s favorite items were missing.

Henry tore the house apart, and then the station, and anywhere else he thought Shawn might go hiding- while Maddie did the same to the Guster’s house. It was only when a crying, shaking with worry Gus handed over the only trace of evidence that Henry and Maddie knew they wouldn’t find him.

See you later buddy. A simple note, in Shawn’s handwriting, that Gus said had been stuck to the outside of his window with a piece of chewed up gum.

Shawn Spencer ran away from home after a fight with his father. After a year the case was officially considered cold by everyone but Henry. After ten, Henry and Maddie accepted that they couldn’t keep the marriage up anymore, no matter how badly they wanted Shawn to have his whole family when he returned home- and he would. Henry knew his son wasn’t dead, no matter the pitying looks saying so got him at the station. Gus knew it too, and Shawn and Gus were so close that they might as well be psychically linked if Henry believed in those kinds of things, so it’s as good as the word of God to him that Gus never gives up either.

Gus grows up. He wins a spelling bee, he gets into a good college, he ends up in pharmaceutical sales and constantly visiting doctor’s offices, hospitals- Henry is pretty sure he ended up in that job so if Shawn appeared in a hospital one day, Gus would be able to get to him right away. Henry puts off retiring for years, but eventually he does- so he can focus on one specific case.

And then, twenty years after Shawn Spencer went missing, Spencer Acachalla steps out of the woods, spots a missing persons poster, and gets sidetracked.

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Shawn Spencer is 8 years old when he runs away from home because he’s not wanted anymore.

He sneaks out of his room, puts some of his favorite toys and CDs in a little handkerchief from a cowboy costume Gus lent him, ties it to the end of a stick, and sets out. He won’t leave Gus with nothing- not when Gus is the thing he’ll miss most- so he climbs up to his friend’s window and sticks a note to it before walking away from home for the last time.

He mostly walks, runs, travels by foot. His dad would notice his bike missing right away, and he’d come find him. Shawn doesn’t want him to find him. Not when he knows it’s just because adults have to go looking for kids who run away. Even ones they don’t want.

“We talked about this, Shawn! I never want to hear you say that again!”

“I don’t wanna be a cop!” He’s not sure if that’s true, really. But he’s sick of his dad never letting him even imagine being something else for just a little while.

“Shawn, you have a gift and that gift comes with responsibility!”

“None of the other kids have to be responsible!”

“Because the other kids are idiots! You’re special, Shawn, and you need to act like it!”

“I don’t want to be special then!”

“Too bad, kid, because there’s only one of you.”

“Well then have another kid and make them be a cop!”

“I'm not going to have to have another kid just so I can tell people that I have one that’s not a disappointment!”

Shawn runs inside before his dad can see he’s crying.

Shawn kicks a rock. “Stupid memory,” he mumbles. “I hate being so weird.”

The rock hits a tree, and Shawn looks up and realizes he’s at the edge of a forest and the sun is starting to come up. He pulls a little map out of his pocket, and after a minute he’s pretty sure he knows where he is. If he goes right through the trees, he should be able to make it out of Santa Barbara entirely before he runs out of the candy bars he brought for sustenance.

He readjusts his little stick and bindle and walks into the woods. Within twenty minutes he regrets the choice because he’s covered in bug bites, scrapes, and mud.It’s as he slaps another mosquito going for his neck that he misses a root and trips.

“AHHHHHH!” He tumbles down the little hill, closing his eyes as he’s sure he’s actually falling off a great big cliff!

And then he lands on… pavement.

That’s not out in the woods.

He opens his eyes and looks up to see a wobbly, water-like circle in the air above him, showing the same forest he’d just been falling through, and then the circle is gone and he’s staring at the closed gate of a driveway.

He sits up, quickly taking in his surroundings. A large driveway and front yard, pool to his right and playhouse to his left, safe to assume this is a house where kids live. The first window he sees is looking into a living room, and he can just make out the top of a bald head. He keeps low to the ground, and looks around for any sign of how he got here other than the weird circle.

Nothing. It’s the middle of a suburb, and it’s definitely not in Santa Barbara.

And then the bushes separating him from the playhouse rustle, and he gasps and whips around. A boy, maybe a couple years older than him, tumbles out of the bushes. They meet eyes. And the boy grins.

“SALLY!” He springs up and grabs Shawn by under the arms, lifting him up. “NEW BROTHER!”

“NEW BWOTHER?” a girl closer to Shawn’s age falls out of the bushes next. The two kids look nothing alike. The boy is tall, somewhat slim, with pale skin and bright blue eyes and slightly wavy black hair. The girl is short, pudgy, tan skin and brown eyes, with very curly dark brown hair. Adoption? It’d make their declaring him a new brother make a little more sense.

“I’m not an orphan,” Shawn protests. “I’m a runaway. See?” He waves his bindle in the boy’s face.

“Wow! A runaway! Just like Papa!”

“Alrigh’ what’s goin’ on out he- WHO IS THAT?!”

The bald head makes an appearance at the front door. It belongs to a large man with a strong southern accent, stronger facial hair, and even stronger love of denim clothing. He’s large in every way possible: he’s tall, he’s fat, and his presence feels like it takes up the whole yard.

“I found a boy on the driveway and I want him to be our brother!” the boy declares.

“BILLY! No takin’ in strays!”

“But Papaaaaa!”

“I told yer mama that we ain’t takin’ in no more-”

“Told me what?” The woman who comes around from the side with the pool- the yard must wrap around the whole house then- is just like the others in that she shares absolutely no resemblance to any of them. Her long red hair is tied up in a neat bun, her green eyes are brighter than any Shawn’s ever seen in real life, and even though she’s on the slim side he can see a tightness in her sleeves that suggests muscle. Which is probably due to the giant crowbar she’s holding perfectly aloft with one hand like it’s easy as breathing. Shawn gasps a little again, eyes going wide.

But the woman looks delighted the moment she lays eyes on him. “Oh my goodness! Billy, did you find a new brother?”

“I did Mama I did!”

“Well hey there lil’ guy!” She walks closer, the crowbar just… disappearing from her hands. Shawn’s eyes go even wider. “My name’s Mama Gertrude, what’s yours?”

“Um… Sh-Shawn.”

“Well that is a very nice name.”

“Gertrude, I know what yer thinkin’-”

“How’d you end up in our yard, Shawn?”

“I… don’t know.” When no-one scoffs or tells him he should know, he decides to go on. “I um, I ran away from home and then I tripped and suddenly I was here.”

Gertrude turns and looks at the man in the doorway- presumably her husband. “Let’s just feed him and hear out why he ran away.”

“Wh- no! No, no! Gertrude, we are not takin’ in any more kids!”

“Oh, you shut your yap.” Gertrude scoops Shawn out of the boy- Billy’s- arms and yeah, yeah Shawn knows for sure now that this lady is absolutely jacked. He’s so confused by how quickly this is all moving that he doesn’t even protest when he’s carried into the house, into a small dining room, and plopped into a chair.

“Looks like we’ve got… apples!” Gertrude looks above the table, and a dozen apples just fall out of the air.

Shawn’s mouth drops open. “How did you do that?”

“Do what, hon?”

“Make apples out of nothing!”

“I… don’t understand.”

The girl and Billy hop into seats across from Shawn, and Billy gasps. “Mama, Mama! He came from a portal so maybe he’s from one of those weird dimensions where they can’t spawn things!”

“Oh! Poor little guy, is that true?”

“Uhhhhh… I think so.”

Papa shakes his head. “That’s worse! Gertrude, this kid’s gonna get the government on us! I ain’t goin’ back to jail, Gertrude-”

“The government won’t come after him, it was just an interdimensional portal, we get tons of those around here!” She waves off the concern while blowing Shawn’s mind in the same sentence.

“I’m in another dimension?” He looks around. It doesn’t look very otherworldly.

“You’ll weally like it hewe!” the girl says. “We’ve got toys an’ waffles an’ Fweddy-”

“Fre- Sally, I told’ya to get that dinosaur outta my yard!”

“Awww, but Papa, he’s so cute!”

“He tried to eat me!”

“He did eat you, hon.”

“He is not allowed! In my yard!”

“What if we put a gate on the pool and put him there?” Gertrude reasons. Shawn misses out on Papa’s response, because he hears shuffling and gets up and looks outside and there’s a real living and breathing dinosaur in the yard.

“See? Fweddy is adoweable!” Sally squeals from beside him, making him startle because he hadn’t even heard her walk up. “Wanna wide him?”

“Ride a dinosaur?” Shawn grins for the first time since the fight with his dad. “Yeah!”

“FWEDDY!” At Sally’s call, the dinosaur looks up and stomps over. It nuzzles her affectionately, and then she grabs Shawn’s hand and holds it out. “Meet my new bwother!”

Freddy sniffs Shawn’s hand, and after a tense moment where Shawn thinks he might die by dinosaur bite, which would admittedly be pretty cool, Freddy nuzzles his hand too and kneels down. Sally hops on top, and helps pull Shawn up.

“This is awesome! I gotta tell Gus about-! … Oh.” Shawn slumps. “I guess I can’t.”

“Awww, look at that, Acachalla! Kids, look down here!” Gertrude waves for them to look at her, holding a camera the size of her head up. “Smile!”

Sally grins brightly, and Shawn musters up a small smile. Gus would love this, even if the dinosaur isn’t the same as the big head he made…

“Me too, me too!” Billy jumps up onto Freddy’s back. “Hahaha! Let’s ride him down to the 7-11!”

“NO! NO YOU KIDS AIN’T TAKIN’ THE DINOSAUR TO MY STORE- hey, wait. I have the place insured. … LET’S GO, KIDS!” Papa runs out ahead of them, and Sally and Billy cheer. Shawn can’t help but get swept up in the idea of destroying a store with a dinosaur with adult permission, and his smile becomes more genuine.

He will tell Gus about this someday. Someday when he’s so awesome his dad will never be able to call him a disappointment again!

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Shawn stays with the Acachallas that night, and the next, and the next, and then before he knows it he’s been there for six months and he has his own room, own clothes, and own spot at the table. And he knows this world is definitely more fun than the last one.

He’s ridden a dinosaur, watched the people he’s starting to genuinely be able to consider family phase through walls and fly up in the air, watched Billy fall out of the treehouse and die and then disappear and walk out from the house giggling about coming back from the dead, watched a cop come to the house and then turn into a bird and stop caring about the building-destroying dinosaur because “birds don’t care”-

“I’m never going to be a cop,” Shawn had declared the next morning, and the response had been mostly support- and a little confusion about why he said it.

That had been about three months in, and had been when Shawn told them about why he ran away finally, and when Gertrude had pulled him into a hug so tight it literally crushed his bones- which surprisingly didn’t hurt, even though it had killed him.

He saw his own body for a few seconds after that, and then he was back in it and standing in the backyard, and Mama Gertrude was running out and apologizing and he realized maybe I can do that stuff too.

And now, six months in, he spawn himself a breakfast burrito and chows down while Sally eats a stack of waffles taller than she is and Billy eats a whole watermelon, rind and all. Papa munches on some bacon while Mama Gertrude eats a bagel with cream cheese, which had been glowing green earlier that morning but seems fine now.

“Awe you gonna stawt coming to school with us?” Sally asks Shawn out of nowhere. Shawn groans.

“I don’t want to go to school in a world where I can ride dinosaurs!”

“We have dinosaurs at school too! And lottsa friends and also cool classmates like Godzilla and ghosts!”

“You go to school with Godzilla? I take it back, count me in!”

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Shawn has lived in Little Butts, North Carolina, with the Acachalla family for a full year and still goes by Shawn Spencer. Mostly because he’s still not sure this is all real, but he really hopes it is.

It’s at the exact one year mark that he comes face-to-face with ‘the elder god trapped in mortal form’ that lives in the basement alongside what Sally calls “Uncle Jewemy” but Papa calls “that shadowy thang down there”. He doesn’t realize it’s the alleged elder god at first though, because when he walks downstairs he just sees a kid a year or two older than him with giant glasses, a too-big sweater vest over a button-up shirt, and the messiest and brightest orange hair he’s ever seen.

The kid turns to look at him and jumps back. “Who the heck are you?!” His voice is a little weird, like everyone else Shawn has met in this world. Sally talks like a baby, Billy always sounds like he’s yelling, Mama Gertrude’s voice is almost unbelievably motherly to a parody-like degree, and Papa’s accent comes and goes by it’s own will.

This kid’s voice is almost like he’s slurring his words, and even though he hasn’t said any “S” sounds yet Shawn is certain the kid has an intense lisp. He also has braces, and Shawn gags for real when he realizes they’re entirely covered in rust.

“Who are you?” Shawn says back.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHO I AM?! I AM THE MIGHTY SPENCE, YOU ABSOLUTE NERD!” Hmm, he said those S’s okay, but something in Shawn says that might just be another one of those “quirks” of the way people talk here.

“Hey, between us, I’m not the nerd here,” Shawn says, crossing his arms and trying not to look like the unintimidating 9 year old that he is. “You’re the one wearing a sweater vest.”

“Oh, that’th it.” Yup, there’s the lisp. Shawn hasn’t let his deductive skills fade away, even though the people here are way harder to predict than in Santa Barbara. Well, that one was kind of obvious to “predict”, but he’s counting it because his dad isn’t here to tell him it doesn’t count.

“Who’s wakin’ me up early?” Papa Acachalla grumbles as he walks down behind Shawn. “Wh- SPENCER!”

Shawn looks up at Papa, but Papa is staring at the boy. Shawn looks back at him.

“Your name is Spencer? … You don’t know a Henry, do you?”

“Uh, no! I am The Mighty Spence, I don’t jutht know, peasanth! Who the heck ith Henry?!”

“No-one.” Shawn looks up at Papa Acachalla, who’s now holding a shotgun- a familiar sight when something happens that Papa didn’t expect. “Who is he?”

“He’s supposed to be in the basement!”

“Wait, he’s the elder god?”

“Sure is, now git! Git in the basement!”

“You can’t make me!”

“I sure can! Shawn, go get Gertrude!”

Shawn runs upstairs. “Mama,” he says, because just like Papa is Papa Acachalla’s title Mama is Gertrude’s, and it fits her perfectly. “There’s a kid downstairs who Papa says is the guy in the basement.”

“Oh, him again?” she says with a yawn as she sits up. “I keep telling Acachalla we should let him out, but he keeps saying Spencer will destroy the world or collect another cult following… I’ll go handle this, sweetie, you go back to bed.”

Shawn goes back to bed for all of five minutes before sneaking back down. He watches Mama Gertrude give Papa Acachalla a talking to, the kind that he shivers just being a viewer of, and with a mumbled agreement Papa turns to Spencer and says “Fine. Since we’ve got one Spencer already up here, ya can come up here too. But yer still sleepin’ in the basement!”

“Acachalla…” Gertrude says in a warning tone.

“An’... the kids’ll help you decorate it.”

Spencer watches Papa warily. “What do you mean by another Thpenther?”

“Shawn’s last name,” Mama Gertrude sighs.

“WHAT?! NO, NO! I REFUTHE TO LIVE IN A HOUTHE WITH THOMEONE THEALING MY NAME!”

Shawn makes a split second decision and says from the stairs, “I can use Acachalla.”

All three downstairs shout in alarm, and if he was still in Santa Barbara Shawn would be worried by the way Papa swings around his shotgun, but he’s not in Santa Barbara so it really doesn’t matter. Even if Papa shoots the wall, it’ll just go away eventually all on it’s own- probably. Sometimes it doesn’t, but that’s rarer than when it does.

Instead of getting scolded for staying up late, or eavesdropping, or getting caught eavesdropping by “blowing his cover”, Mama Gertrude grins when she realizes it’s just him and sweeps him up into a hug. “You mean it?”

He hugs her back. She’s always really warm and her strong grip is always very careful now, after that first incident. She always pays a lot of attention to him, especially when he spins some tall tale or talks about something he likes or makes wild declarations of a new passion or interest. She smells a little like metal, but it’s nice.

“Yeah,” he says with a firm nod. “I’m okay with Shawn Acachalla.”

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swooning-skulls · 20 hours

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--- character list

blue - currently interested | red - not taking requests | green - no romance | pink - yandere allowed

i will occasionally write characters not on this list, that doesn't mean they will be requestable.

{...live action...}

BULLET TRAIN: Lemon, Tangerine, The Father, The Wolf

COMMUNITY: Jeff Winger, Britta Perry, Annie Edison, Abed Nadir, Troy Barnes, Shirley Bennett, Ben Chang, Dean Craig Pelton

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS: ---coming soon

YOU: Joe Goldberg, Peach Salinger, Guinevere Beck, Candace Stone, Love Quinn, Forty Quinn, Delilah Alves

YELLOWJACKETS: ---coming soon

FALLOUT: Lucy MacLean, Norman MacLean, Chet, Maximus, Thaddeus, Cooper Howard, Lee Moldaver, Bud Askins, Henry "Hank" McLean, Betty Pearson

{...animation...}

A.N.) depending on the continuity, i may decline romantic requests for scooby-doo characters since they're not adults in all continuities.

SCOOBY-DOO (all except hbo velma): Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Scoobert "Scooby-Doo" Doobert, Fred Jones, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Thorn, Luna, Dusk, Vincent van Ghoul

G1 MONSTER HIGH: Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Cleo de Nile, Ghoulia Yelps, Deuce Gorgon, Clawd Wolf, Toralei Stripe, Scarah Screams, Abbey Bominable, Spectra Vondergeist, Operetta, Venus McFlytrap, C.A. Cupid, Nefera de Nile, Mr. D'eath, G. Reaper, Ms. Kindergrubber, Mr. Rotter, Mr. Where

G3 MONSTER HIGH: ---coming soon

SONIC BOOM: ---coming soon

LOVE, DEATH & ROBOTS: ---coming soon

{...video games...}

MARIO FRANCHISE: Mario, Luigi, Pauline, Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, Princess Rosalina, Yoshi, Bridette, Bowser, King Boo, Wario, Waluigi, Vivian, Goombella, Madame Flurrie, Lady Bow

MODERN SONIC FRANCHISE: ---coming soon

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS: Courier 6, Arcade Gannon, Craig Boone, ED-E, Lily Bowen, Raul Tejada, Rex, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, Veronica Santangelo, Christine Royce, Dean Domino, Joshua Graham, Benny 'Gecko', Legate Lanius, Robert House, Ulysses (MORE COMING SOON)

FALLOUT 3: The Lone Wanderer, Butch Deloria, Charon, Clover, Cross, Dogmeat, Fawkes, Jericho, RL-3 (MORE COMING SOON)

FALLOUT 4: Nate, Nora, Codsworth, Cait, Curie, Danse, Deacon, Dogmeat, John Handcock, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Old Longfellow, Porter Gage (MORE COMING SOON)

COD: COLD WAR: Bell, Russell Adler, Lawrence Sims, Frank Woods, Alex Mason, Dimitri Belikov, Perseus, Vikhor "Stich" Kuzmin

RAINBOW SIX SIEGE: ---coming soon

APEX LEGENDS: ---coming soon

OVERWATCH: Soldier 76, Reinhardt, Sojourn, Mercy, Winston, Tracer, Genji, Mei, Brigitte, Echo, Lucio, Pharah, Zarya, D.Va, Baptiste, Bastion, Doomfist, Moria, Reaper, Widowmaker, Sombra, Sigma, Ramattra, Junker Queen, Roadhog, Junkrat, Wrecking Ball, Hanzo, Ashe, B.O.B., Symmetra, Lifeweaver, Zenyatta, Orisa, Illari , Venture

{...miscellaneous...}

---NA:

#character list #bullet train x reader #fallout tv x reader #fallout amazon x reader #scooby doo x reader #monster high x reader #mario x reader #fallout new vegas x reader #fallout 3 x reader #fallout 4 x reader

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dustedmagazine · 9 months

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Listed: James and the Giants

James and the Giants is the latest project from James Jackson Toth, who got his start in the freakiest edges of aughts folk as Wooden Wand, releasing a slew of albums under that and his own name. More recently, Toth has convened another band, James and the Giants, which shares personnel with Woods (Jarvis Tavernier, Kyle Forester and Jeremy Earl). In her review of their self-titled debut, Jennifer Kelly wrote, “Who’d have guessed from James Jackson Toth’s early forays into noisy, freak folk experiments that he’d shape up as such an elegant craftsman? This latest collection of songs attests to the artist formerly known as Wooden Wand’s deep connection to and understanding of foundational American popular music forms: blues, folk, gospel, R&B, Beatles-esque psych and Brill Building pop.”

Below is some music I really love. I have omitted music created by friends and people with whom I am acquainted in “real life.”

Oiro Pena

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Studio overdubs are a bit of a rarity in jazz music; even less common is jazz created by a single musician overdubbing themselves. While recent Oiro Pena albums have expanded to include several other members, band founder Antti Vauhkonen’s earliest work under the name was created by Vauhkonen alone accompanying himself performing all of the instruments. The result is like a cross between the space exotica of Sun Ra’s Chicago period and the homespun psychedelic clatter of No Neck Blues Band. As much as I enjoy the band’s recent work, it is the early Oiro Pena records that I find most compelling, the composite parts of a single brain improvising with itself to create a beautiful illusion.

B-52s — “Ain’t It A Shame”

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The B-52s’ 1986 album Bouncing Off The Satellites is what is often referred to in rock crit speak as a “transitional record.” It preceded a 3-year hiatus, after which the B-52s enjoyed a tremendously successful comeback with 1989’s 4x platinum Cosmic Thing, thanks in no small part to chart-topping singles “Love Shack” and “Roam.” Bouncing Off The Satellites found the increasingly fractious band moving away from their taut, artsy new wave origins and embracing the potential of nascent studio technology, namely the Fairlight CMI. Most crucially, the album was released less than a year after the AIDS-related death of founding member and guitar player Ricky Wilson, who was silently and secretly struggling with the virus during the recording of the album. As a result, the band did not promote nor tour in support of the album, which is really too bad, because it’s a great group of songs, the highlight of which being the melancholy “Ain’t It A Shame” (later covered by Sinead O’Connor). The song does not deal directly with Ricky’s illness—it was written before the diagnosis was revealed to anyone in the band—but seems to foreshadow some of the band’s personal difficulties in that prophetic way that songs often do. A gorgeous, flawless song.

Eyvind Kang — “Binah”

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Tucked inconspicuously into the center of polymath / genius Eyvind Kang’s 2002 CD-only release, Live Low To The Earth, In The Iron Age, is this mesmeric masterpiece, somewhere between a post-rock Bill Frisell and a more pastoral Henry Flynt. Over 27 minutes, “Binah” slowly blossoms, changing almost imperceptibly. To an impatient listener, it will be like watching paint dry; to me it’s like watching a flower bloom. My wife Leah and I have listened to this album on a loop for hours, and I’m not typically a “listen to a song on a loop for hours” kinda guy.

Omar S

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For over two decades, fiercely independent producer Omar S has been upholding the tradition of Detroit techno, his best music fusing the black sonic fantasias of Drexciya with the supple house-funk of Theo Parrish. On his own records and on his own label, FXHE, on which the vast majority of his 12”s and albums are released, the former Ford Motor Factory employee works exclusively with analog gear. Omar’s releases on FXHE are pressed in small quantities, often with crude, handwritten labels; if you order direct from FXHE, it’s very likely the box you receive will have been assembled and shipped by the man himself. While using techno and Chicago house as its base, the music Omar S produces is eclectic and unpredictable, untethered to any signature sound or approach; he’s just as likely to release an irresistible summer jam (see the Diana Ross-sampling “Day,” a track so infectious it makes Daft Punk sound like The New Blockaders) as darked-edged minimal house tracks like “Nite’s Over Compton,” on which Omar S masterfully evokes a mood using the barest essentials and tools.

Frank Zappa — “Chunga Basement”

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I’ve given up trying to convert friends to the cult of Frank Zappa. I’m a big fan, especially of his guitar playing, but I sympathize with those who might have an aversion to Zappa’s prurient and mean-spirited sense of humor. In fact, if Frank Zappa’s particular sense of humor could be said to have an exact diametric opposite, it is my own. I love Zappa’s music in spite of — not because of — its scatological / puerile aspects. With that preamble in mind, I encourage all you private press-obsessed guitar loners to consider this embryonic, uncharacteristically laid-back version of future live staple “Chunga’s Revenge,” recorded during a casual jam session in early 1970 and featuring a rhythm section of Ian Underwood on keys, Max Bennett on bass, and Aynsley Dunbar on drums. “Chunga’s Revenge” was historically one of several signature vehicles for Zappa the Guitarist (as opposed to Zappa the Social Theorist, Zappa the Comedian-Provocateur, Zappa the Serious Composer, et al) and this early take finds our mustachioed man sounding uncharacteristically mellow and un-caffeinated, exploring the endless possibilities of his guitar in a way that isn’t remotely wacky or wanky.

Barre Phillips — Three Day Moon

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There was a brief period in the mid-to-late 1970s when artists on ECM — my all-time favorite label after Three Lobed — were experimenting with synthesizers, approaching this relatively new technology with an omnivorous artistic fervor common to the ECM roster. Legendary bassist Barre Phillips’ pair of albums in the late 1970s are, to me, the distillation of this meeting of the earthy and the synthetic, locating in the process what might be considered ground zero for “ambient jazz.” While jazz groups incorporating elements of ambient and drone have become increasingly common as of late, there was little precedent in 1976 for the experimental marriage of saxes and circuitry. Mountainscapes (1976) and Three Day Moon (1978) both feature the mysterious and under-recorded synthesist Dieter Feichtner, about whom little is known — anyone know what became of him?

The Knife — Silent Shout

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In 2006, I was in an electronic music rut. Everything being produced suddenly felt like a retread or a facsimile of things I already liked, a malady common to older, more established genres like rock and jazz, but not, as far as I was concerned, electronic music. My slump ended upon hearing Silent Shout, the third album by Swedish sibling duo The Knife. Though I avidly continue to keep up with the uniformly excellent solo projects of both members of The Knife — Karin Dreijer Andersson’s Fever Ray and Olof Dreijer’s Oni Ayhun — Silent Shout remains a pivotal record in my listening life. The album’s gothic austerity and phantasmal reimagining of dance music is clearly the work of visionary minds. Silent Shout is music of physicality, of intimacy and bodies, rendered icy and alien in part by the deployment of pitch-shifted vocals that suggest multiple menacing personas, giving the album the dissociative sense of having many different vocalists embodying different characters. Dreijer Andersson’s voice is an incredible instrument, capable of evoking dread, fear, loneliness, and antagonism. Incredible artist.

Ulver — Blood Inside

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Ulver is predictable only in its unpredictability. The band radically reinvents its sound from album to album in a way that makes the Norwegian group’s music impossible to pigeonhole (see also: Boris, Circle). The group’s early albums are exciting, if fairly traditional black metal. But since then, Ulver has experimented with symphonic neo-classical, synth pop, art rock, trip hop, and folk music. 2005’s Blood Inside is their masterpiece — one of the most engrossing, relentless and overwhelming albums I’ve ever heard. Sometimes the album sounds like King Crimson covering The Cure’s Pornography, sometimes it sounds like Swans trying to evacuate a city being blasted by bombs. A grower if ever there was one, Blood Inside will worm its way into your psyche with its manic, brute ferocity and decadent maximalism. I’m loath to resort to the cliché of comparing a piece of music to an acid trip, so let’s instead call Blood Inside the sonic equivalent of an anxiety attack — inside a kaleidoscope.

Tolerance — Divin

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The late music journalist Yuzuru Agi founded the Osaka-based Vanity label in 1978, releasing 11 LPs alongside a handful of 7” singles, flexis, compilations, and cassettes by mostly Japanese artists before dissolving the label in 1982. My favorite Vanity release is 1981’s Divin, the second album by the Osaka duo Tolerance. Led by the enigmatic and mysterious Junko Tange and aided by guitarist Masami Yoshikawa, Tolerance used drum machines and mixers alongside guitars and keyboards to create a different sort of early electronic music, one that was as far away from Kraftwerk and Tangerine Dream as Captain Beefheart was from the Rolling Stones. As the album’s most enthusiastic boosters love to acknowledge, listening to Divin is like listening to the future: the mechanized cracked electronics of Wolf Eyes and Nautical Almanac can be heard here, no wave’s dissonant skronk and grave incantations, and certainly what is now referred to as “minimal wave.” But the record’s prescience as a precursor to techno may be a tad overstated; by 1981, we already had “Being Boiled,” Louis and Bebe Barron’s soundtrack for Forbidden Planet, and Throbbing Gristle’s “Hot On The Heels On Love” (the latter of which does sound like a clear precursor to Tolerance’s “Sacrifice”), to name a few. Whether or not the members of Tolerance were aware of any of these things is impossible to know, as no one has seen or heard from either band member since shortly after Divin’s release. I’d speculate that most if not all of these resemblances are purely coincidental and not an indication of any direct influence. The coincidences, however, are fascinating. “Misa (Gig’s Tapes in ‘C’), presented here backwards, sounds a bit like a dry run for My Bloody Valentine’s “Touched;” “Sound Round” could quite easily pass as a sixth-generation cassette dub of some lost Skam or Rephlex 12,” while “Bok Wa Zurui Robot (Stolen from Kad)” does indeed sound like a blueprint for Detroit techno. There is something beguiling and uncanny about the entire presentation of Tolerance in general and Divin in particular. Though it is unlikely that the future architects of electronic music as we know it were aware of this record upon its limited release in 1981, it is a testimony to the notion of collective unconscious that Divin unwittingly presages so much of what was to come while still sounding like nothing else.

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mondoradiowmse · 4 months

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12/20/23 Mondo Radio Playlist

Here's the playlist for this week's special edition of Mondo Radio, which you can download or stream here. This episode: "Too Fat for the Chimney" - A Very Mondo Xmas 2023! If you dig these seasonal sounds, don't forget to also follow the show on Facebook and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album

Ramma Lamma - Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme - Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme (Single)

Tyler Chicorel Feat. Ashley Smith - Give It All Away - Give It All Away (Single)

Space Raft - Another Holiday Is Here - Another Holiday Is Here (Single)

The Midwest Beat - That's What Christmas Means To Me - That's What Christmas Means To Me (Single)

The Fireflies - Pretty Christmas - The Fireflies Tackle Your Christmas Tree

The Flaming Lips - Little Drummer Boy (Live) - Heady Nuggs: 20 Years After Clouds Taste Metallic 1994-1997

Wooden Shjips - O Tannenbaum - Holiday Cassingle (Single)

Imagene Peise - White Christmas (Binson Echorec Sleigh Ride) - Atlas Eets Christmas

Heidecker & Wood - Christmas Suite - Starting From Nowhere

Jack Black - Oh Hanukkah - Hanukkah +

Amil Byleckie - Whats In The Bag (Old Man)? - Good Angels Guard Thee

Dungeon Broads Feat. Jacob Berendes - O Christmas Tree - A Very Messy Holiday

Alvaro Cordova E Coro Della Piccola Casa San Giuseppe Accompagnato Dal Complesso Speciale Del Pistoia - Bianco Natale (White Christmas) - Christmas In Italy

Capitol Records With Margaret Whiting - Season's Greetings From Capitol 1949 - Season's Greetings From Capitol 1949 (Single)

Kay Starr With Orchestra Conducted By Frank DeVol - (Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man With The Bag - (Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man With The Bag (Single)

Liberace With George Liberace And His Orchestra - The Toy Piano - Christmas At Liberace's

The Singing Dogs - Jingle Bells - Dr. Demento Presents The Greatest Christmas Novelty CD Of All Time

Roger LaVern & The Microns - Christmas Stocking - Vampires, Cowboys, Spacemen & Spooks: The Very Best Of Joe Meek's Instrumentals

Bobby Helms - Captain Santa Claus (And His Reindeer Space Patrol) - Captain Santa Claus (And His Reindeer Space Patrol) (Single)

Sunshine Ruby - Too Fat For The Chimney - Too Fat For The Chimney (Single)

Sugar "Chile" Robinson - Christmas Boogie - Christmas Boogie (Single)

Fat Daddy - Fat Daddy - A John Waters Christmas

Detroit Junior - Christmas Day - Blue Yule: Christmas Blues And R&B Classics

Darlene Love - White Christmas - A Christmas Gift For You From Phil Spector

Solomon Burke - Presents For Christmas - The Original Soul Christmas

James Brown - Santa Claus Is Definitely Here To Stay (Vocal) - The Singles, Vol. 7: 1970-1972

Edd 'Kookie' Byrnes - Yulesville - Yulesville!: 33 Rockin' Rollin' Christmas Blasters For The Cool Season

Bob Seger & The Last Heard - Sock It To Me Santa - Heavy Music: The Complete Cameo Recordings 1966-1967

Bob & Doug McKenzie - Twelve Days Of Christmas - Great White North

Heather Noel - Santa Came On A Nuclear Missile - The American Song-Poem Christmas: Daddy, Is Santa Really Six Foot Four?

Monty Python - Christmas In Heaven - Monty Python Sings

James White And The Blacks - Christmas With Satan - Off White

Henry Rollins - 'Twas The Night Before Christmas - O Come All Ye Faithful: Rock For Choice

Root Boy Slim & The Sex Change Band With The Rootettes - Xmas At K-Mart - Just Can't Get Enough: New Wave Xmas

Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight) - Brain Drain

Sparks - Thank God It's Not Christmas - Kimono My House

Nilsson - Remember (Christmas) - Son Of Schmilsson

Wizzard - I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday - Wizzard Brew

Slade - Merry Xmas Everybody - Get Yer Boots On: The Best Of Slade

John Lennon - Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Gimme Some Truth

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musiconanironingboard · 2 years

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6 August 2022: I Had a Dream, Joe promo EP, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. (Mute/Elektra, 1992)

In 1992 I was gaga for Nick Cave’s album Henry’s Dream. I thought it was phenomenal then—I named it my #1 album of the year—and it is still my favorite Nick Cave album. I don’t hear too many Cave heads talk about it these days; it seems that people don’t spend a lot of time looking backward when it comes to Nick Cave. His latest album, whatever it may be (and I’m talking his mainline “rock” albums, not his scads of soundtracks or poetry records or whatever else), always gets a lot of attention and acclaim and while many of them are excellent it is always Henry’s Dream that sends me to the highest peaks of excitement with Nick Cave music.

This four-track U.S. promo CD (with one track from Henry’s Dream and three older live cuts) is an item I owned when it came out and long since got jettisoned from my life. I doubt I ever would have let this go myself (though I’ve done odder things), so I have a suspicion it was in the Great Wheel of Promos that got left behind at my parents’ house when I vacated for the final time, the contents of which included a number of amazing things, all of them radio promos, including the now very rare and very expensive one-track promo for Nirvana’s “On a Plain,” a song from Nevermind that was floated but never released as a commercial single. Anyway, if you go leaving your stuff at someone’s house for years, you can’t blame them for wanting it out of the way, and such is life. I’d imagine the entire contents of that giant spinning CD rack were taken to Wood Street Warehouse in my hometown, where either someone snapped up “On a Plain” for pennies on the dollar or it got thrown in a Dumpster when the place went out of business. Either way, I’m sure it’s ruined by now. I’m guessing my first copy of I Had a Dream, Joe was right along with it.

When I first saw this CD in 1992, it was thrilling. My friend Tom and I were both so enthralled with Henry’s Dream that any ancillary link to the album took on great significance. I loved the shot of Cave live on stage that’s on the front cover and I even dug the faux-handwriting scrawl of the title. What I loved the most was when you opened the disc you saw on the back of the front insert a short but, for me, a very thrilling tour schedule:

On August 7 of that year, Cave and the Bad Seeds would be bringing the Henry’s Dream tour to Chicago, a city I could reach from my college town; what’s more, it was during summer break, and in 1992 I was spending the summer in my college town and incredibly underemployed, aside from my unpaid job at the university radio station, where I was now the music director, and so I could just sneak off to Chicago without anyone having to know. I’m not even sure how I survived in 1992; I don’t think I was a drinker yet in 1992, but I do know I barely ate anything, I had such little money. But I could easily call up Elektra Records, do a little radio schmoozing, and get free tickets to that Cave show, and if a couple of friends came with me they’d give me gas money. Huge plans were made. I’d be going with a female friend and another friend of ours whom I was in love with. The mother of the one I loved lived in Chicago and there was a built-in excuse for that friend to go along; she’d visit her mother while I and the friend I didn’t love would go see Nick Cave, and after the show we could all stay with her mother. I don’t know what happened, but none of this came to pass. I wouldn’t see Nick Cave live for another 16 years. The agonies with the girl I loved dragged on for another two. I haven’t seen either of them in 28 years. But I still love Henry’s Dream! (And I notice that Cave’s ’92 Chicago date was at the Vic Theater; today I live near it and go routinely. My brother and I were just there for Spiritualized a month or so ago.)

Below is a shot of the disc.

I’m thrilled to have this CD back in my life. Just seeing it brings back oceans of memories.

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counting-decades · 3 years

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first made June 17, 2021:

This whole post is about the concept of a visual novel type of game with the counting decades characters and how I see it working. The game would be a horror Mystery, though that I need to figure out and in any case if it was one there would be lesson characters in it due to how long it would take.

Another thing I want to mention is fake screenshot drawings of the game, that'd probably be something I'd try if I'm not busy.

MAIN WARNINGS: Death mentioned, Torture mentioned

Also heads up for the rest of the captain as its long. if a warning needs to be added about anything do tell me. half of it is copy-pasted here from a doc so I didn't lose the text and as such each text might change a bit depending on what is described. Another thing, I'm mostly not sure what to describe a novel game but I used ddlc as a example if no one got what I was saying.

I'd also like to add some other text to so it may have a few doubles in the text so I apologise for that. I have one I made for Instagram and I wrote one I'm planing to post on tumblr so there is a heads up.

text written for image from tumblr: This is a look for a novel game design. The player meets Henry in a dull lit basement in which their covered in bruises and blood, the basement is hard and cold. The pressure of a stick against the player's neck makes it hard to move without jabbing it into their skin, then they see Henry starts waking up. Henry for the novel would be hurt or not hurt depending on stuff... don't think I'd make it a actually game but doing drawings for it seems interesting. may do what endings could look like to.

instagram test: Not sure what it is called but did it with Henry. I feel like it'd be a simulator or something, like ddlc or those dating sim games but you remove the dating part entirely. For Counting Decades it'd be a mystery type horror one where you can choose to be either the count characters or the player (like the character that will come across the characters you meet in game normally.) For the player if you choose a certain path like to a college for an example you'll meet the group that is researching criminals. if you meet them after certain characters you can tell them everything you know, that is if the character didn't kill your player yet. If a character gets mad at you they will hurt you, certain groups would only get annoyed usually. The choice to either play as Henry or meet them after something happens to your player is also something I'd feel would happen. Being able to meet them in their house would aloud the player to talk with him, which gets more stuff he'd know about some people. Calling it creepy would probably shut them up immediately and they'll end up hiding it from the player, so the player would have to search for more information themselves instead.

Choosing to help Henry would give their trust to the player. The choice to choose what to do with that trust would depend on what they'd want to do. The ignore option would be three whch would be to ignore the first person, the other person (henry, another character/ect. same for the first option), or ignore both. the ignore both would mean the player gets hurt more or gets something depending on where they are.

Tumblr text: uh not sure how many simulators (or uh I think its dating novel/novel games in general) their are. especially of the non dating version.

A mystery/horror or something of counting decades would work in a way. Like I feel that the player can have a choice to see whoever, but depending on a characters personally or their danger level they'd have to be careful otherwise they'd die.

plus if they choose a dangerous character first and can escape (with or without info. mostly with in this case) and they meet a different character that might need it/wants to use it they could give it to them.

Aden isn't a safe person himself and he presents himself as more calm and collected when out but won't hesitate if pissed off to hurt someone. Surviving him with the needed information would be a benefit for the player if they decide to use it. Either making it public for everyone, giving it to this group that is studying killers, or anyone else. Tho with escaping Aden with info your character is likely to be stalked, usually to be killed because getting away with any information is a threat to him.

Helping Aden with stuff would make it seem like he trusts you. he doesn't but he feels like you'd be helpful. With his path the likely of seeing Henry is increased and getting away or helping them would be a option. With Aden it all depends on the story.

If the uncle is ever in the background and the player character doesn't know of him yet they would be safe, same with if they knew. Clicking the option to meet him would be a option the player has regardless of the route they choose but being safe with Robert is not gonna be easy. Unless the player got some electrical rope or something strong to hold him down otherwise it'll fail easily.

Giving up to him is just death, and it'd be slow or fast. that'll change depending on the route probably.

Getting Henry would be getting stuff he needs to getting stuff from their current crush and doing certain things would make him like you more. I think him getting a crush on the player could be something that'd happen to. idk

though if it was a real game it'd probably be limited on the amount of characters actually in it. As that would take a while to do, but drawing fake game images is nice.

A flutterbeast option would be if a character took the player to catch one. main option that'd happen with is hell creatures or demons, Dex or Ash being a option.

Also not sure if my college group characters I'll keep them like that or not but their the group searching for information on criminals and serial killers.

Also with certain characters the player may end up getting tortured as well

I made two versions of the novel part, one includes anger with the sanity and health. I think they anger one can work for your player character rather you play as player or another character. I think it can be a mood box aswell for a better option to.

Due to some characters personally and a few other things a lot are more violence then other characters the player would meet and as a result of that, the player may get tortured if they are not killed or they will be killed quickly. It won't be as surprising if the player ended up getting tortured due to a character not liking them or just wanting them to suffer as much and long as possible.

Aden is closed off, cold, and aggressive to those he doesn't give a shit about. Insulting his uncles work/his uncle in general, him, or touching something the player is not supposed to results in getting them attacked, which in itself is very bad to happen. When waking up the player may be attached to the floor or something in the room, their skin would be stabbed with something that is attached to the floor to make it harder for them to move. And one wrong move with cause pain to them fast. If they end up in this situation they may end up meeting Henry and having a option to help him, hurt him, or just not pay attention to him. Helping Aden would give the play more respect even if they end up hurt still, though leaving is hard it would be possible.

There are characters I am not sure what I want to be yet but I called them college students studing criminals and Serial Killers. When the player meets them they would help in any way that they can, if the player seems dangerous to them, then they'll call someone to catch the player as they don't want to be in the way of harm or getting themselves killed. Having their help has a few benifits for the player which would include records of criminals, killers you are able to interact with, and other stuff the know about. If the player gets them information on wilson or anyone else they'd learn from the information and use it to either catch them themselves or to give it to someone who can before going on to the next thing. The player can also befriend them during this, which would be nice in general to.

There is also the option of after being friends and having information, the player can go back to any killer they meet and give it to them. Doing that has them trust/like the player more and gives them the option to lure the characters they befriend to the killer and help them. Though doing that and if they get away from you puts the player on the run and trying to befriend them after will be hard, but if they don't get away the player can kill or torture/hurt them if they want to. or they can like the killer they got them for do it and leave them there and go somewhere else.

unless you redo the game or saved before the choice it'll be hard to do stuff. saving would help if some choices would cause damage to the player, death, of it being hard to go back otherwise.

Meeting a hell creature either walking in a earth forset that connects to hell or dying by something would result in seeing them. The layer that is connected to earth is similar to the first layer but it doesn't have as may demons in it. there are more monster creatures then demons though.

#torture mentioned cw #death mentioned cw #harper yells #counting decades: visual novel #counting decades (series)#cd characters #cd aden wilson #cd henry wood

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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Pairings: Captain Killian Jones + Emma Swan

Summary: In a world where baby Neal Nolan was born, Emma was still dancing around her feelings for Killian.

Emma and David were getting the Christmas tree through the front door (it was a fight to get it from the plot of land where one of the dwarves was growing them - ready for this time of year), and by getting it through the door - roughly translate that into tanking and yelling at each other.

"Christmas is about peace and happiness," Snow tried to call over the bickering pair.

"Once the tree is through the door, maybe!" Emma exclaimed to her mother, as Henry jogged over to help his mom yank it through the door.

Even Captain Hook was giving a hand (pun not really intended) to get through the door - when he spoke up. "Remind me again, Swan. What is the reason you bring a tree indoors?"

With the tree now inside the loft, Emma blinked repeatedly. "It was something to do with bringing the Spring closer, I don't really know," Emma shrugged while she, David and Hook got the tree in place as Henry screwed the tree into the base.

Emma brushed off the small pieces of wood chippings and pine needles from her gloves and then took off her coat, hat, scarf and said gloves.

Emma had put in a Christmas CD, as she and Henry danced and sang to the Christmas music while putting the baubles on the tree.

"Do they know it's Christmastime at all?" Emma sang along, her hair swinging around her head. Hook looked over at Emma and a soft smile fluttered over his face.

Snow looked over at Hook and saw the soft look on his face. Since she reunited with her daughter nearly 4 years ago, she'd been planning her daughter's wedding (in hope that she would find someone, she had wished for it to be Neal, however, Emma is yet to tell her what happened between them). She could get used to the idea of having a pirate as her son-in-law. If only Emma would open her heart to the man.

"I saw that," she said to him, making the 300-year-old pirate look at her with a confused face. "Emma. She'll open her heart to you, just hold onto hope," Snow handed a cup of hot chocolate over to the pirate, who looked down at the confection with confusion.

Emma turned around and looked over the duo's shoulders to see her father hanging Christmas lights over the doorway to the true love couple's bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Have you got it, David?" She tilted her head and squinted her eyes.

With a mumble of acknowledgement, Emma went back to finish off the baubles with her son. Killian walked over to where Henry and Emma were stood. "It's well decorated, Swan," Killian says to her, making her smile. Henry looks over at his mother and the pirate at her side.

Henry could see that the pirate was completely head-over-heels for his mother and that given the chance, Emma could let him into her life truly and into her heart.

With the Christmas tree sorted and decorated, Henry went to go help his grandfather with the Christmas lights. Emma and Snow went to collect the Christmas presents from Snow and David's closet (now that Henry no longer believes in Santa, and with baby Neal being too young to understand who Santa is).

Killian watched from his post between the two, watch Henry and the Prince sort of twinkling lights, as Emma and Snow White bring out wrapped gifts. Emma brings them from the royal couple's bedroom and places them on the sofa near the tree.

The pirate decided to be helpful and allowed the naval lieutenant inside of him placed the presents around and underneath the tree with pride.

"Hook?" Snow White spoke up, looking over at the pirate who is turning over a new leaf. The man in question turned around with a present in hand, which was about to be put under the tree. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Only helping out, your majesty," Killian offered, bowing to the princess of Misthaven, and continued to organise the presents.

Emma blinked repeatedly at the man who had made his way into their lives. "That's very nice of you," Emma smiled at him. "Killian," she spoke his true name. His ears perked up, a smile brightened his face. She'd been saying his proper name for a few weeks now (Killian was honestly still waiting for the other shoe to drop), then she planted a kiss on his cheek.

#once upon a time #ouat #captain swan fanfic #captain swan #captain hook | killian jones #emma swan #henry mills #snow white | mary margaret blanchard #prince charming | david nolan #neal nolan #christmas fic

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roseberry-creates · 4 months

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Henry dancing when Aden is completely confused by them

Been awhile since I drew my lads in general so made a little doodle. Now I go

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #harper art #oc #original character #harper ocs #counting decades (series)#cd aden wilson #cd henry wood #cd characters

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pinkieglitterheart · 9 months

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So this is close to how I see Henry's hair. plus their face to, just a little more softer and round then the image. and no mustache.

The bottom one is close to Samuel's hair. the high ponytail works for him as well, but having that be a messy low one is what he has. plus he has small bangs Infront of his eyes a bit.

both him and Henry have hair bangs.

these are photos I got from looking on google for references.

#harper yells #harper ocs #oc #original character #reference #cd henry wood #cd samuel migrate #counting decades (series)

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badboys-imagines · 4 years

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My neighbor (Henry Cavill)

PART I

Pairing : Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary : You move into the house of your dreams. It all seems like a fairytale, until you meet your neighbor, Mr. Cavill...

PART II (here) | PART II

''Yes !'' you shouted.

It had been weeks since you'd visited the beautiful house on McKenna's street and had literally fallen in love with it.

Unbelievable.

Of course, the first month wouldn't be easy. You needed a job to pay the rent, but you well, it was life, wasn’t it ?

It probably started here.

Or maybe it started when you first moved into this little piece of paradise.

Unpacking boxes and carrying some, you were singing loudly, your arms full of precious belongings. It was a beautiful Sunday. The last sunbeams inundated your new living room and nothing could have troubled your day. Nothing, except a sudden knock on the door.

You abandoned the box you were holding and rushed to the entrance.

A visit ? Already ?

As you trotted towards the door, you imagined who would be standing behind it.

The nice lady from across the street ? Her Landlord ? A neighbor ?

A wide smile on your lips, you opened the door, ready to greet whoever it was, and there he stood.

In a casual t-shirt, with dark messy hair and a sharp jaw-bone that wouldn’t allow a smile to cross that face. Two piercing eyes shot up, staring at you.

The second his gaze settled on yours, you felt as if a million knives were digging into your body.

Fine, the man was gorgeous.

He didn't seem pretty happy, though.

''Ah, well...'' the stranger tutted, ''You are new to the neighborhood, am I right, Miss…''

Keeping your warm smile, you cleared your throat,

''Y/L/N.'' you quickly finished his sentence, reaching out to shake his hand, ''Y/N, Y/L/N. Yes, I'm new here.''

You chuckled softly, hoping your attitude would break the ice, but the man in front of you didn't show any sign of friendliness. Instead, his eyebrows shot up in disbelief,

‘’Hm, nice to meet you,'' he vaguely replied, shaking your hand with a reluctant gesture, ''my house is just next to yours.'' he held your gaze for a moment and withdrew his hand as soon as possible. ''Miss Y/L/N...'' he muttered for himself, absent-mindedly looking at you.

Assuming he was tired, you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms in discomfort,

‘’Yeah, that’s my name. And you are ?’'

''Mr. Cavill.'' He quickly answered, ''Listen, this wasn't a courtesy visit, Miss Y/L/N. I just came to tell you I was trying to work and I would highly appreciate it if you... lowered the volume, if you know what I mean.’'

Her jaw dropped. Did he really just say that ? How rude.

''Wha-... How can you hear me from your house ?’'

Mr. Cavill shrugged,

''I was in my garden, trying to work, as I said, and your window is wide open…’'

A frown crossed your face,

''Maybe you could just... work inside ?'' you said, letting out a nervous chuckle, but Henry froze.

He glared at you and his voice dropped an octave,

''Or maybe you could shut that pretty little mouth of yours for an hour or two ?’'

You gasped, shocked by his words,

''What ?'' you eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though you had promised yourself to be kind and generous towards your new neighbors, you never imagined it would be... so difficult.

After all, you weren’t going to stop singing just because of the rude guy next door.

‘’Mr. Cavill, I hope your day is as pleasant as you are, but I really don’t have time for this, if you’ll excuse me…’’ you finally retorted, causing Henry to tilt his head in misunderstanding.

''I beg your pardon ?’'

‘'What I’m trying to say politely is… fuck off.’' you finished before slamming the door, heart hammering and your chest slowly but surely filling with anger.

Wow. That was intense.

Glancing at one of the boxes on the floor, a grin appeared at the corner of your lips. You unpacked your radio and placed it on the edge of the window.

Oh yes, you're going to hear me Mr. Ca…

Mr what, already ? Well, let’s rename him…

Mr Chaos.

You carefully put a CD into the player and turned the volume to its maximum. It's raining men started playing and you were almost startled by the beginning of the music.

A few minutes later, Mr. Chaos was knocking and barking again at your door, only this time you laughed. Loud music and thick wood didn’t stop him from yelling though, and so it was your turn to shout,

''Go away, Mr. C. !''

Outside, a muffled voice muttered something and you burst out laughing just imagining the scene.

Ridiculous.

All of a sudden, the constant knocking stopped and you smiled with satisfaction.

Until your song stopped playing. You frowned and glanced at the open window. Mr. Cavill was bent over it, his finger on the button.

Releasing a loud, exaggerated sigh, he was ready to walk away when you stood up,

''Oh, you.'' you grumbled and rushed to your precious radio, pressing play.

As soon as the music reached his ears, Mr. Cavill turned around to face you and narrowed his eyes,

''You don't want to play that game with me, Miss Y/L/N.’'

''I'm not playing any game. I just moved in and you're being a complete asshole. You could have just asked, I mean politely. I would have stopped.’'

It took him a moment to speak again, and you started to regret what was happening.

Did you really want to be at war with your next door neighbor ?

''I see.'' he cleared his throat, ''Miss Y/L/N, would you be so kind to stop playing terrible music while some of us are trying to work here ?’'

Son of a…

After all, he wasn’t putting too many efforts in being kind either.

‘’Oh, so this is your idea of politeness, uh ? No.’’

He was going to explode, you were sure of it. Deep inside, you felt kind of amused by the exaggeration in his attitude.

Mr. Cavill inhaled deeply,

''I did ask politely.’'

You shrugged, ‘’No, you didn’t.’'

Clenching his fists, Mr. Cavill nodded slowly, shooting you a murderous look,

''Fine. Game on, Miss Y/L/N.’'

And with that, he finally made his way home.

Wow.

So he was a bit temperamental and grumpy to say the least, but still great to look at.

Victory didn’t feel that satisfying. You’d won a battle, but not the war and you had definitely no idea what Mr. Cavill was up to since you were now on the other end of his wrath...

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Harbor

Obey Me! Fanfiction [Read on AO3]

Leviathan/Female!MC

In true normie fashion, she convinces Leviathan to be her date on the anniversary celebration in honor of the Hell's Navy.

Explicit | Fluff and Smut, Clothed Sex, Cosplay (...Kind Of), Uniform Kink

It's Leviathan Loving Hours, what else can I say? 💙

Word Count: 5.2k

If there was one thing she has learned over her multiple playthroughs of Dogi✩Magi✩Memorium with her boyfriend, it would be the importance of setting the mood when asking someone for a favor. Once the target was locked, every interaction with them bore a significant weight, including physical touch, if there should be any. Words uttered to them must be chosen with utmost care. Gifts, when presented to the target, in particular, those items in line with their preferences, would give higher chances of a positive outcome: intimacy up.

The front door clicked shut. She navigated through the hallways of the House of Lamentation with a purpose. An opportunity presented itself to her, and she was on her way to seize it. Once she reached the location of her target, who was none other than Leviathan, she halted, raised her occupied hand carefully, and knocked three times on his door.

“It is I,” she announced. “I come bearing gifts.”

There was a shuffling sound from the inside. After a few seconds, Leviathan answered, his voice in proximity, just behind the wood. “What’s the secret phrase?”

Three options flashed inside her mind, and though the secret phrase changed from one to another every single time she dropped by, she has been in the same situation numerous times. It was easy to decide which option was the correct one: the catchphrase in the transformation sequence of The Magical Mysterious Jane: Peony Phantom, one of Leviathan’s most recent anime obsessions. She began, “‘Lunaria.’”

“‘Wisteria.’”

“‘Primrose.’ ”

“‘Peony.’ ”

“‘Through the power of the flower, I’m as pretty as I can be.’”

“‘I’m the magical, mysterious Levi!’ Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter.” Leviathan unlocked the door and revealed himself. He wore a grave expression as he nodded and continued, “Welcome to Castle Leviathan.”

“Hold on, there’s a final line. ‘And I might just steal your heart, so watch out!’ There!” She laughed, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a greeting. “Hi, Levi. I missed you.”

Leviathan froze, the brief brush of her lips causing his skin to redden, but he shook his head and intercepted her entrance with his body when she moved to enter the room. “Where are those gifts you speak of?”

“Oh, my apologies.” She chuckled and cleared her throat, showing him the packages she was carrying with her two hands. “I present to you… Spicy Rainbow Pizza and Café Lament’s Bufo Egg Milk Tea!”

“OMG! Sweet! I was just getting hungry,” he enthused but regained his composure in a second. After shifting his facial expression and tone of voice back into serious mode, he continued, “I mean, your humble offerings are most appreciated.”

With the first phase of her plan successful, she entered Leviathan’s room, one of the most unique living spaces she has ever visited. An eclectic assortment of posters and merchandise of Ruri-chan and Sucre Frenzy decorating the walls and shelves welcomed her inside. A bathtub served as his bed, which she found odd during the first time she noticed it. The gigantic aquariums inside reminded her of oceanariums in the human world. The floor was cluttered with a few empty sports drink bottles and the like, but everything else he prized—from his books, manga, CDs, anime figurines—were organized in their rightful areas.

Light radiated from his computer screens as Leviathan made his way to the nearby table and set the pizza box down. He poked the straw through the cap of the Bufo Egg Milk Tea, grabbed a slice from the box, and strode to the direction of his computer while indulging in his snacks. In a good mood, he plopped down on his gaming chair and spun it in the opposite direction of his set-up.

Meanwhile, she had gone to the fishbowl where Leviathan’s beloved goldfish took his residence. “How are you doing, Henry?”

Henry circled the space, leaving bubbles in his wake, and bumped onto the glass as if to say hi.

She concluded that things were going swimmingly with Henry and turned to Leviathan. “Have you fed him yet?”

Leviathan observed the interaction with curiosity and finished his slice of pizza, grabbing a sheet of tissue paper from his desk and wiping his hand with it before throwing it into the wastebasket. He took a long sip of his Bufo Egg Milk Tea and replied, “Nope. It’s almost time for his meal, though. Do you wanna do the honors?”

“Sure,” she responded with a smile and took the goldfish food container near the fishbowl. Henry chased after the pellets she sprinkled inside, delighted. Once she was satisfied with the amount of food she had given Henry, she dusted her hands and strode to Leviathan’s direction.

Although they had been in the same position many times before, the moment she sat on his lap, Leviathan looked away and blushed, taking the straw away from his lips and coughing. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing…” she answered coyly and turned the gaming chair toward the screen. “So, what were you doing before I got here?”

“Uh, nothing.”

True enough, the screen indicated an open tab on Deviltube, an adorable cat video on pause. She clicked play and watched the clip of a cat kneading its paws against a soft blanket. When it ended, Deviltube offered more cat videos as recommendations, but she found no interest in them at the moment, her gut telling her that it was the right time to broach the subject she had been itching to ask him since yesterday. “By the way, I got invited to a party a few days ago. It’s going to be in two weeks... Can we please come together?”

“Is that social interaction I hear? No, thanks.”

She pouted and turned to him. “But Levi…”

“Besides, I have to attend something in two weeks as well. Too much social interaction for a shut-in like me is unhealthy.”

“Aww, okay.” She let out a dramatic sigh and revealed her trump card. “I guess I’ll have to extend an invitation to someone else to be my plus-one, after all… because the Grand Admiral refused to be my date on the anniversary of the Hell’s Navy.”

There was a moment of silence as he put two and two together. “What the—? Let me guess, you received an invitation from Lord Diavolo?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “He was the one who told me I can bring a plus-one.”

“I can, too, but I didn’t think you’d be interested.” Leviathan averted his eyes and took another sip of his drink. “It’s not a super big deal, you know? And it can get kinda boring. Like, really boring.”

“I’m definitely interested. I already said that I’d go, so… do you wanna go together?”

“You really mean that? Um, like a date?”

“That’s right!”

“Ugh, fine...” he sighed in resignation, the blush coloring his face growing fiercer. “It’s not like I wanna go or anything—I have to, either way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about how boring it is, okay?”

“Yay!” She threw her arms around him, making him yelp. “If the event ends early, let’s go home right away and check out the newest update of Mononoke Land. Just the two of us.”

Though caught off-guard, his hand that had been resting on the armrest snaked around the curve of her waist to pull her closer. He shook his head. “I should’ve known you were up to something the moment you walked in with those snacks. I can’t believe I fell for your normie tactics.”

Mission accomplished! “Normie - 1, Leviachan - 0.”

“I’ll get you next time!”

“Best of luck with that,” she replied and blinked at him suggestively. “Now, how about we watch something more... interesting?”

Alarm and anticipation caused his eyes to widen and flicker from her face to the screen, his throat bobbing as he gulped. “Huh? L-Like what?”

“Hmm…” She turned away from him, clicked on the search bar, and pressed a certain letter on the keyboard: H.

Leviathan’s lips parted to say something, yet even the sound of the letter, its implications and all, failed to escape from them.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “That’s right, Levi. It begins with the letter H, do you know what it is?”

The tip of his tongue darted to wet his lips, and his fingers stiffened around his drink, slightly tremulous. A silent groan escaped his mouth as he fidgeted in his seat and halted the movement a second after, becoming extremely conscious that she was perched on his lap. With the space between them close to none, she could feel every detail of the rising tension in his body. Between ragged breaths, he murmured, “Y-Yes…”

Victoriously, she smiled and leaned back, turning away to finish typing the rest of the title while announcing it to him, “Harrison Porter and the World of Wizards!”

The anniversary celebration of the Hell’s Navy would be held at the Demon Lord’s Castle. Being the only two humans currently in the Devildom, Diavolo decided that it would be great as part of the cultural exchange to introduce her and Solomon to a branch of the Devildom’s military. According to the invitation, the Hell’s Navy would be presenting its newest members which not only included demons but also sea monsters joining the fleet in its endeavors. Everyone invited was instructed to adhere to the nautical dress code, and so the day after she convinced Leviathan to be her date, she visited Majolish and searched for something suitable for the event.

After making final adjustments to her ensemble, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, happy that she was able to find something in line with the theme. Her navy blue dress sported a sailor collar, a white necktie, and a skirt adorned with two stripes at the bottom. On top of her head, a matching sailor hat rested while her footwear consisted of plain white ankle boots.

Satisfied, she sent Leviathan a text message to inform him that she would be making a stop at his room. When she received a reply that he would leave his door unlocked for her, she opened her bedroom door and peeked outside, not wanting to risk running into the other brothers in the hallway. As silly as it was, she wanted Leviathan to be the first one to see her in this outfit. The coast was clear. She stealthily made her way to Leviathan’s room, knocked, and entered, making sure to shut the door as quickly as she could.

Leviathan stood near his closet, facing away from her. She figured out that her entrance had gone unnoticed as he continued fumbling over his sleeve and adjusting his collar.

“This could’ve been the perfect time to show off my skills and cosplay a sea spirit from Mononoke Land, but no, I have to be in this uniform,” he whispered to himself and sighed. “Henry’s going to be there with the other sea monsters. I’m so proud of him… I wish Lotan was present as well. He’d have so much fun…”

“Levi?” she called.

“Oh, hey,” he said and turned around, the words dying in his throat as he took in her appearance. “You’re… here…”

The sight of Leviathan in his Hell’s Navy uniform rendered her speechless. Even though he has yet to wear his cap and gloves, he looked entirely formal and professional, a stark contrast to the image of him she viewed every day. His uniform suited him, and he looked stunning. Her heart hammering in her chest at the heat of his gaze, she gave him a twirl and asked him with a nervous smile, “Ta-da! Is it okay?”

For a while, he didn’t speak. He only gave her a wide-eyed stare before blurting out, “Are you… real?”

“Huh? Of course, I am.”

“3D…?”

“Um, yes.”

He gulped. “If you’re telling the truth, what was the item you borrowed from me after we made a pact?”

“What’s with the pop quiz?” she fired back. “Anyway, it was the cursed vinyl edition of The Tale of the Seven Lords soundtrack. How could I forget?”

“Easy enough,” he said. “How about this? Do you remember the first phone call we had?”

“Yeah, I do. You told me that you dialed the wrong number, right?”

His cheeks pinked. “I didn’t just tell you that—I actually did, okay? Who was I trying to call, then?”

“Ultrawitch✩Rainbow-chan. Luminous-chan.”

“That’s right.” He nodded. “What was the last movie we watched together when we were in this room?”

“The one which begins with the letter H,” she responded with an amused giggle, remembering the way he squirmed in his seat. “Harrison Porter and the World of Wizards. Seriously, Levi, what is going on?”

“WHOA! It really IS you,” he confirmed enthusiastically. “I can only imagine you doing all the magical girl transformation poses! I... I never thought—I mean, okay, yeah, I’ve thought about it—but I never thought the day would come when my fantasy would turn into reality… I can’t even look—it’s too much for my heart to take! I-I think I’m going to have a heart attack!”

Sure, Leviathan adored two-dimensional girls dressed in schoolgirl uniforms which were mostly in the style of a sailor’s, but what she wore right now wasn’t that; this was as close as she could get to the human world’s navy uniform which, from the details of Leviathan’s current attire, was similar to the Devildom’s. “So, it’s alright? You like it?”

“Do I like it? I love it! Of course, I love it…” He blushed and averted his gaze with a frown. “Those other guys in the navy, they’re going to approach you like a school of fish… I can’t have that… but how am I going to keep you in sight and stay away from you at the same time?”

She took a moment to process what he said and cocked her head in confusion. “Huh? What are you talking about? Why would you do that?”

“Look at me! Look at you! You’re so cute and perfect… I’m just a gross and icky shut-in otaku with zero social skills. I’m not worthy to stand beside you…”

“What? No!”

“Why did I have to be like this? A loser! It’s so not fair!” he cried out and covered his face with his hands, his shoulders slumped in sadness, on the verge of bursting into tears.

Self-deprecation rolled off him in waves, and though the declaration he made about himself was the most ridiculous thing she has ever heard, she understood where he was coming from. This was Leviathan, after all. A lot of times, he didn’t give himself enough credit. He was unaware of it, but he was popular with the Devildom community, especially to the succubi. There was an instance when Mammon sneaked a photo of a freshly bathed Leviathan coming out of the shower and sold it online, much to the succubi’s delight. Too bad for them, though, she was already dating him.

“Levi.”

“Maybe it’s better for me not to go…”

“Levi.”

“I guess I can try to fake sickness or something…”

“Leviathan.”

The resolute tone of her voice as she called him by his full name drew his attention. He removed his hands from his face, turned his gaze on her for a second with difficulty, and looked away again. “Um, what?”

“Change into your demon form.”

“Huh? But why…?”

“Do it, please.”

“O-Okay… If you say so…”

Leviathan shifted into his demon form. Her footsteps echoed through the silence as she made her way to him, and though he still refused to look at her, she didn’t hesitate and wrapped him in her embrace. “I didn’t slip and hug you by accident, just so you know.”

It took him by surprise, but he held his tears back and sniffled, placing his arms around her waist in return. The calming fragrance of the sea enveloped her, making her close her eyes and sigh contentedly.

They remained in the same position until, slowly, she led them to the giant aquarium that served as a wall in his room. Her back turned from the glass, she stood on her tiptoes, skimmed his horn soothingly with a fingertip, and whispered in his ear, “Do you see that? Look at him… That’s Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom.”

She kissed the visible markings on his neck one by one and lingered her lips on his collarbone, waiting for the tension caused by his moment of insecurity to alleviate, even fractionally. Once he calmed down, she looked behind her and found him staring at their reflection, a sense of shyness and wonder within his gaze. Determined, she faced him again and tugged his sleeve. “Will you change back for me, please?”

Wordlessly, he did as she requested. Light surrounded his body for a second, and he returned into his human-like form, still staring at their figures on the glass, entranced.

“And, right there, is no ordinary demon. That’s Leviathan, the Grand Admiral of the Hell’s Navy, the one who wields power over a multitude of sea monsters.” Softly, she traced the badges embroidered on his uniform, the pins indicating his rank and power, and the stripes on his sleeves. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them before continuing, “Anyone would be jealous of whoever is standing beside him. In fact, am I—a human and a normie at that—worthy of being his date?”

His eyes flitted from their reflection to her face, worry making his brows furrow. He grabbed her by the shoulders and answered without an ounce of hesitation, “Of course, you are! There’s no one else who can keep up with me as you do... You’re my True Friend as well as... m-my… g-g-girlfriend! You’re the only one for me!”

This was supposed to be her reminding him of his worth, but how the tides had turned. Overcome with deep affection for him, her eyes watered, but she blinked her tears away with a serene smile and touched his cheek. “And this… This is Leviathan: an otaku, a gamer, the biggest TSL nerd there is, a Ruri-chan and Sucre Frenzy fanboy—he’s passionate about many things. On top of it all, he’s so handsome and amazing… but he doesn’t seem to know that. Not on my watch, though, I’ll remind him of those as many times as I have to.”

“Why are you telling me these?”

“Because they’re true,” she told him. “All of those incredible qualities, they’re you, Levi, and I love you.”

He buried his face on her shoulder, his voice muffled as he replied, “I love you, too.”

She chuckled and gently nudged him, loosening herself from his embrace and facing forward. Hand in hand, the two of them stared at their reflection contrasted by the aquamarine water beyond the glass. “See? We look perfect for each other, don’t we? Actually, scratch that, we are perfect for each other, aren’t we?”

“Yes… Yes, we are,” Leviathan agreed with a bashful nod and turned to her. “GAH! How do you always know just what to say? What are you doing to me?”

“It’s one of my normie tactics, nothing new about that.” She laughed and expected him to tease her about being a normie like he always did.

Instead, he stared at her seriously and exclaimed, “I can’t take it anymore!”

“What do you mean?”

“How could you show up looking so cute, say cute things like those, and expect me not to get all… UGH!”

The next thing she knew, her back leaned against the cool glass, her hat falling to the floor at the suddenness of the motion. A faint thud resounded from Leviathan’s hands as he placed them beside her head. He bent down and captured her lips in a hungry kiss, shifting closer to her until she was flush against his torso—until they could feel the warmth emanating from each other’s bodies. His tongue lapped at the seam of her lips and slid inside, meeting hers and exploring her mouth. The rapid succession of events caused her mind to go hazy, but she found her bearings and reciprocated his advances eagerly, the desire for him thrumming through her body in clarity.

When they parted to breathe, she bent her leg upward to confirm her suspicion. “You… Are you excited right now?”

“Yeah, totally. So, you’ve noticed.” He hovered over her throat, softly kissed the sensitive skin, and pressed his forehead on the crook of her neck. “I can’t help it. Is it okay if I… I-I mean, can we…?”

She swallowed hard and brushed his hair with her fingers. “Of course, Levi. I’m all yours.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. “All mine...”

“But we have to be quick about it, okay? We can’t have you being late.”

She grasped Leviathan’s shoulders, tilted her head, and initiated the kiss this time. It started as a tender brushing of their lips and turned into deep, lingering caresses as he responded heatedly, neither of them requiring any form of coaxing. While one of his hands moved to cup her cheek, the other grazed her shoulder and made its way downward, fondling her breast along the way and making her moan. He teased the hem of her skirt and slowly made his way underneath it, stroking her thighs and squeezing lightly at the flesh. Groans fell past his lips in between kisses, his hand wandering dangerously close to the apex of her thighs. In a surge of boldness, he cupped her sex and hooked the fabric covering it aside. She leaned back with her eyes closed and parted her legs to give him further access, the back of her head resting against the glass. Her breath hitched, and her body quivered as he began teasing her entrance, the pad of his thumb stroking her clit before his forefinger glided in and out of her in shallow and languid motions, providing relief to the aching emptiness inside of her.

“That feels so good, Levi,” she murmured and moaned. He stared as he added another finger, eager to memorize every detail of her reaction. She admired the way the light and reflection of the water from the aquarium illuminated his face and whispered, “You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

“R-Really?”

“Really.” She captured his lips in a quick kiss. “Only you, Levi. Only you.”

The expression on her face, the pleasured noises coming from her lips, and the way she bit back another moan led his ministrations to grow more frenzied by the second, his dexterous fingers plunging in and out of her entrance relentlessly. Eager to please him in the same way, her hand shifted from clutching his shoulder to seeking the button and fly of his pants. She tugged on his waistband and slipped her hand inside. Fingers closing around his stiffening length, she released him from the confines of his underwear and stroked him from base to tip.

“Ah, fuck,” Leviathan hissed and grit his teeth. He pressed his forehead on hers and shut his eyes, the steady pace of his fingers growing erratic as hers found her rhythm. Despite this, her legs grew unsteady, and her knees threatened to buckle, her climax in reach. This didn’t escape him, and he responded to her need by pumping his digits in and out of her entrance frantically, determined to make her come undone.

“Open your eyes, Levi,” she breathed. “Look what you do to me.”

Leviathan’s eyes fluttered open and watched as the pleasure building up in her abdomen uncoiled. Her body trembled, and her muscles clenched around his fingers as he let her ride out her climax. Warm puffs of her breath teased the skin underneath the fabric of his uniform as she collapsed against him and panted.

He withdrew his fingers from her folds, and with his other hand, he grabbed her wrist and released his length from her grasp. Firmly, he wrapped her arms around his neck and slid a palm down to her thigh, hooking her leg around his waist. The head of his cock brushed her clit, and she shuddered, still sensitive from her previous climax. “I’m going to put it in, okay? I wanna see that expression on your face again, the one when you come for me.”

Still breathing heavily, she nodded against him and said, “Y-Yes.”

He eased himself inside her, stilling halfway through to allow her to adjust to him. To his astonishment and gratification, it was she who inclined her hips and took all of him the next second, impatient. Inhaling sharply, he unsheathed himself and pushed inside her again, searching for any discomfort on her end but finding nothing.

“Faster,” she urged.

Leviathan was more than happy to oblige. One of his hands gripped her hip while the other clutched the leg around his waist, holding her steady as he sank inside her in one fluid motion, the movement followed by a series of equally desperate thrusts. The strands of his hair swayed at the swiftness and steadiness of the pounding of his hips. Her fingers carded through his hair and nudged his head down, connecting her lips to his in a feverish kiss. Leviathan poured his need for her through every stroke of his tongue and only broke away once he sensed her tensing, her walls squeezing around his length.

The heat of his embrace, the need in his voice as he groaned in pleasure, the feeling of him inside her—at that moment, everything in her world revolved around Leviathan. Although she had climaxed only moments ago, it didn’t take long for her back to arch and for tremors to ripple all over her body again. A thin sheen of sweat coated her forehead, her eyebrows knit in pleasure, and she closed her eyes and parted her lips, her voice echoing across the room as she cried out, “Levi!”

As she drowned in bliss, he continued thrusting into her, chasing the powerful current of pleasure sweeping over every part of his body. He chanted her name in the same way she did with his, his cock throbbing inside her with his release.

Leviathan’s breathing came out in heavy huffs, exhausted. Still, he stood and held her, his tone laced with concern as he murmured, “Your dress… I ruined it, didn’t I? Sorry.”

Aside from the skirt of her dress being a little rumpled, her attire looked fine. It was nothing compared to the happiness that bubbled in her heart at that moment. She shook her head with a shy smile. “No, you didn’t. Definitely not.”

“Oh, okay…” After a moment of hesitation, he continued, “It was good for you, too, right? Because it was, for me.”

She nodded with a laugh. Dressing up was always fun with Leviathan, and needless to say, she loved it as much as he did. “Of course, it was. In fact, I think we should try that again sometime… and you know, do more.”

“So do I.” A spark of excitement laced his tone as he suggested, “Like, later?”

“Later.”

After making themselves presentable again, Leviathan accompanied her to her bedroom where she remedied the rumpled state of her dress. True to her assurance that everything was fine, the matter required a few minutes, and then, her outfit was as good as new. A while ago, on the way out of his room, she had almost forgotten to bring her hat, but to her surprise, Leviathan already picked it up and held it out to her. That made her smile. She set her hat back on her head, turned from the mirror, and began making her way to Leviathan, who was sitting on the sofa and fiddling with his D.D.D.. As she opened her mouth to ask him if he was ready to leave, a thought struck her and made her stop in her tracks. She strode to her desk and rummaged inside her school backpack. “I can’t believe I almost forgot!”

“Forgot what?” Leviathan lifted his head and watched her with interest.

She waltzed to his direction, sat beside him, and handed him a tiny box. “Here’s a little gift. Happy anniversary to the Hell’s Navy!”

“F-For me?”

“Yes.”

Leviathan opened the box, starry-eyed at the unexpected item inside: a metallic goldfish pin resting on the velvet cushion. “NO WAY? IT’S HENRY?”

“Yes! Isn’t he cute? I have one, too. See?” She outstretched her hand and showed him an identical goldfish pin in the hollow of her palm. On the day when she went shopping for an outfit in Majolish, she happened to pass by an accessories boutique that offered customized items. As soon as she could, she entered the establishment and placed an order with the thought that it would be right up Leviathan’s alley. She was worried that her gift wouldn’t make it in time, but fortunately, she was able to pick up her order yesterday. From the joyful look on his face right now, it was worth the wait.

“Whoa! It’s like Henry fan merch!” he said excitedly. Without preamble, he placed the Henry pin in its rightful spot next to his badges. “T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You should wear yours, too,” he told her. “Here, I’ll put it.”

“Okay,” she replied and handed him the pin.

Leviathan placed it on the fabric of her tie and leaned backward to have a better look, blushing at the realization. “Huh. We match.”

“We do.”

He paused, contemplating on something. With a genuine, earnest look on his face, he said, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I love you more than anyone else in the world.”

His statement reminded her of a fond memory when Belphegor sent those exact words as a message for her using Leviathan’s phone. She had to admit that it was nice hearing it in person, and even nicer that she knew the words truly came from him this time. She stifled a laugh and teased, “Hey, is that supposed to be cheesy or funny?”

He covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. “I tried, okay? Come to think of it, I sounded like a normie. Yikes.”

“That’s okay.” She removed his hands from his face and looked him in the eyes. “I love you more than anyone else in the three worlds.”

“Ugh… Must you really one-up me every single time?”

“Normie - 100, Leviachan - 0.” She smiled and stood, righting her hat that had become askew before holding out a hand for him to take. “You ready?”

“Yep.” Leviathan nodded and took her hand in his. “Let’s go!”

And so, together, like two ships sailing across the vast and endless seas, another adventure awaited them.

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Thank you for reading! ♡

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Season 1 Gilmore Girls References (Breakdown)

Yay! All the season 1 references have been posted. Before I start posting season 2, I wanted to post this little breakdown for your enjoyment :) It starts with some statistics and then below the cut is a list of all the specific references.

Overall amount of references in season 1: 605

Top 10 Most Common References: NSYNC (5), Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (5), Taylor Hanson (6), Leo Tolstoy (7), Lucky Spencer (7), Marcel Proust (7), PJ Harvey (7), The Bangles (8), The Donna Reed Show (8), William Shakespeare (10)

Which episodes had the most references: #1 is That Damn Donna Reed with 55 references. #2 is Christopher Returns with 44 references

What characters made the most references (Only including characters/actors who were in the opening credits): Lorelai had the most with 237 references, Rory had second most with 118, and Lane had third most with 48.

First reference of the season: Jack Kerouac referenced by Lorelai

Final reference of the season: Adolf Eichmann referenced by Michel

Movies/TV Shows/Episodes/Characters, Commercials, Cartoons/Cartoon Characters, Plays, Documentaries:

9 1/2 Weeks, Alex Stone, Alfalfa, An Affair To Remember, A Streetcar Named Desire, Attack Of The Fifty Foot Woman, Avon Commercials, Bambi, Beethoven, Boogie Nights, Cabaret, Casablanca, Charlie's Angels, Charlie Brown cartoons, Christine, Cinderella, Citizen Kane, Daisy Duke, Damien Thorn, Dawson Leery, Donna Stone, Double Indemnity, Double Mint Commercials, Ethel Mertz, Everest, Felix Unger, Fiddler On The Roof, Footloose, Freaky Friday, Fred Mertz, Gaslight, General Hospital, G.I. Jane, Gone With The Wind, Grease, Hamlet, Heathers, Hee Haw, House On Haunted Hill, Ice Castles, I Love Lucy, Iron Chef, Ishtar, Jeff Stone, Joanie Loves Chachi, John Shaft, Lady And The Tramp, Life With Judy Garland: Me And My Shadows, Love Story, Lucky Spencer, Lucy Raises Chickens, Lucy Ricardo, Lucy Van Pelt, Macbeth, Magnolia, Mary Stone, Mask, Midnight Express, Misery, Norman Bates, Officer Krupke, Oompa Loompas, Old Yeller, Oscar Madison, Out Of Africa, Patton, Pepe Le Pew, Peyton Place, Pink Ladies, Pinky Tuscadero, Ponyboy, Psycho, Queen Of Outer Space, Rapunzel, Richard III, Ricky Ricardo, Rocky Dennis, Romeo And Juliet, Rosemary's Baby, Sandy Olsson, Saved By The Bell, Saving Private Ryan, Schindler's List, Schroeder, Sesame Street, Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, Sex And The City, Sixteen Candles, Sleeping Beauty, Star Trek, Stanley Kowalski, Stella Kowalski, Stretch Cunningham, The Champ, The Comedy Of Errors, The Crucible, The Donna Reed Show, The Duke's Of Hazzard, The Fly, The Great Santini, The Little Match Girl, The Matrix, The Miracle Worker, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The Outsiders, The Shining, The Sixth Sense, The View, The Waltons, The Way We Were, The Scarecrow, This Old House, V.I.P., Valley Of The Dolls, Vulcans, Wild Kingdom, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, Wheel Of Fortune, Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf, Working Girl, Yogi Bear, You're A Good Man Charlie Brown

Bands, Songs, CDs:

98 Degrees, Air Supply, Apple Venus Volume 2, Backstreet Boys, Bee Gees, Black Sabbath, Blue Man Group, Blur, Bon Jovi, Boston, Bush, Duran Duran, Everlong, Foo Fighters, Fugazi, Grandaddy, Hanson, I'm Too Sexy, Joy Division, Jumpin' Jack Flash, Kraftwerk, Like A Virgin, Livin La Vida Loca, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, Man I Feel Like A Woman, Metallica, Money Money, My Ding-A-Ling, NSYNC, On The Good Ship Lollipop, Pink Moon, Queen, Rancid, Sergeant Pepper, Shake Your Bon Bon, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Sister Sledge, Smoke On The Water, Steely Dan, Suppertime, Tambourine Man, The B-52s, The Bangles, The Beatles, The Best Of Blondie, The Cranberries, The Cure, The Offspring, The Sugarplastic, The Wallflowers, The Velvet Underground, Walk Like An Egyptian, XTC, Ya Got Trouble, Young Marble Giants

Books/Book Characters, Comic Books/Comic Book Characters, Comic Strips:

A Mencken Chrestomathy, A Tale Of Two Cities, Anna Karenina, Belle Watling, Boo Radley, Carrie, David Copperfield, Dick Tracy, Dopey (One of the seven dwarfs) Goofus And Gallant, Great Expectations, Grinch, Hannibal Lecter, Hansel And Gretel, Harry Potter (book as well as character referenced), Huckleberry Finn, Little Dorrit, Madame Bovary, Moby Dick, Mommie Dearest, Moose Mason, Nancy Drew, Out Of Africa, Pinocchio, Swann's Way, The Amityville Horror, The Art Of Fiction, The Bell Jar, The Grapes Of Wrath, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, The Lost Weekend, The Metamorphosis, The Portable Dorothy Parker, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath, The Witch Tree Symbol, There's A Certain Slant Of Light, Tuesdays With Morrie, War And Peace, Wonder Woman

Public Figures:

Adolf Eichmann, Alfred Hitchcock, Angelina Jolie, Anna Nicole Smith, Annie Oakley, Antonio Banderas, Arthur Miller, Artie Shaw, Barbara Hutton, Barbara Stanwyck, Barbra Streisand, Beck, Ben Jonson, Benito Mussolini, Billy Bob Thornton, Billy Crudup, Bob Barker, Brad Pitt, Britney Spears, Catherine The Great, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Charles I, Charles Dickens, Charles Manson, Charlie Parker, Charlotte Bronte, Charlton Heston, Charo, Cher, Cheryl Ladd, Chris Penn, Christiane Amanpour, Christopher Marlowe, Chuck Berry, Claudine Longet, Cleopatra, Cokie Roberts, Courtney Love, Dalai Lama, Damon Albarn, Dante Alighieri, David Mamet, Donna Reed, Edith Wharton, Edna O'Brien, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Elizabeth Webber, Elle Macpherson, Elsa Klensch, Elvis, Emeril Lagasse, Emily Dickinson, Emily Post, Eminem, Emma Goldman, Errol Flynn, Fabio, Farrah Fawcett, Fawn Hall, Flo Jo, Francis Bacon, Frank Sinatra, Franz Kafka, Fred MacMurray, Friedrich Nietzsche, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Gene Hackman, Gene Wilder, George Clooney, George Sand, George W. Bush, Harry Houdini, Harvey Fierstein, Henny Youngman, Henry David Thoreau, Henry James, Henry VIII, Herman Melville, Homer, Honore De Balzac, Howard Cosell, Hugh Grant, Hunter Thompson, Jack Kerouac, Jaclyn Smith, James Dean, Jane Austen, Jean-Paul Sartre, Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Tandy, Jim Carey, Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hoffa, Joan Of Arc, Joan Rivers, Jocelyn Wildenstein, Joel Grey, John Cage, John Gardner, John Muir, John Paul II, John Webster, Johnny Cash, Johnny Depp, Joseph Merrick AKA Elephant Man, Judy Blume, Judy Garland, Julian Lennon, Justin Timberlake, Karen Blixen AKA Isak Dinesen, Kate Jackson, Kathy Bates, Kevin Bacon, Kreskin, Lee Harvey Oswald, Leo Tolstoy, Leopold and Loeb, Lewis Carroll, Linda McCartney, Liz Phair, Liza Minnelli, Lou Reed, M Night Shyamalan, Macy Gray, Madonna, Marcel Marceau, Marcel Proust, Margot Kidder, Marie Antoinette, Marie Curie, Marilyn Monroe, Mark Twain, Mark Wahlberg, Marlin Perkins, Martha Stewart, Martha Washington, Martin Luther, Mary Kay Letourneau, Maurice Chevalier, Melissa Rivers, Meryl Streep, Michael Crichton, Michael Douglas, Michelle Pfeiffer, Miguel De Cervantes, Miss Manners, Mozart, Nancy Kerrigan, Nancy Walker, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, Nico, Oliver North, Oprah Winfrey, Oscar Levant, Pat Benatar, Paul McCartney, Peter III Of Russia, Peter Frampton, Philip Glass, PJ Harvey, Prince, Queen Elizabeth I, Regis, Richard Simmons, Rick James, Ricky Martin, Robert Duvall, Robert Redford, Robert Smith, Robin Leach, Rosie O'Donnell, Ru Paul, Ruth Gordon, Samuel Barber, Sarah Duchess Of York, Sean Lennon, Sean Penn, Shania Twain, Shelley Hack, Sigmund Freud, Squeaky Fromme, Stephen King, Steven Tyler, Susan Faludi, Susanna Hoffs, Tanya Roberts, Taylor Hanson, Theodore Kaczynski AKA The Unabomber, The Kennedy Family, Groucho, Harpo, Chico, Zeppo, and Gummo Marx AKA The Marx Brothers, Venus and Serena Williams (The reference was "The Williams Sisters"),Thelonious Monk, Tiger Woods, Tito Puente, Tom Waits, Tony Randall, Tonya Harding, Vaclav Havel, Vanna White, Vivien Leigh, Walt Whitman, William Shakespeare, William Shatner, Yoko Ono, Zsa Zsa Gabor

Misc:

Camelot, Chernobyl Disaster, Cone Of Silence, Hindenburg Disaster, Iran-Contra Affair, Paul Bunyan, The Menendez Murders, Tribbles, Vulcan Death Grip, Whoville, Winchester Mystery House

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