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endless-weightless · 8 months

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Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

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dewedup · 10 months

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satanic wiles (rain ghoul!reader)

She thought the water ghoul was to be her saviour, but maybe he was just the devil in disguise.

Or the band's assistant gets into a sticky situation and Rain comes to her rescue, but not before taking advantage of her predicament.

18+ ONLY

Pairing: Rain x reader

Fandom: The Band Ghost

Words: 2,770

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Ghouls are not human, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Nameless Ghouls, Restraints, kind of?, Reader is stuck, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, no beta we die like Nihil, Dewdrop Is A Little Shit (Ghost Sweden Band), Praise Kink

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“Fucking Dewdrop,” She muttered for the third time as she tried in vain to free herself from the amp that was currently holding her hostage. If Dew didn’t spend the majority of rehearsal tossing picks at Swiss and Phantom, she wouldn’t have had to run backstage to a crowded storage room for more, because he couldn't possibly use the perfectly acceptable picks Rain had offered.

Brat.

After diving headfirst over the backup amp, she found the discarded pick bag underneath some extra cables. It was just within reach, her fingers brushing the velvet sack containing the answer to her errand. Being a newly assigned assistant to the band had many perks, like getting to hang out with the ghouls whom she had gotten to know quite well back at the Abbey, and the opportunity to travel the world with the band as they performed rituals wherever the clergy wanted. But it also meant being sent on scavenger hunts for things that should really have been placed in a more convenient location, perhaps beside the stage? Instead, she’s stuck here in a dusty storage room that everything without a home got tossed into when they arrived yesterday with the tour bus.

In hindsight, maybe she should have opted for a t-shirt and jeans to run around and perform her endless tasks, instead of the skirt and corset that called her name this morning. The corset was currently caught in a mounting mechanism attached to the 3-foot-tall amp she was precariously teetering over, her feet dangling uselessly over the edge. If she tried hard enough, she could stretch so the tips of her boots brushed the cement floor beneath her. Not nearly enough leverage to try and free herself.

She flinched at the sound of the door opening behind her, cutting through her thoughts as it swiftly swung shut. She heard the sound of a lock being thrown into place.

“Who’s there?” She raised her voice slightly to be heard from behind the equipment she leaned over. A deep chuckle hit her ears; her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to place its owner. “I’m so glad you can find the humour in this situation. How about helping a girl out?” She tried, wiggling ineffectively.

“I came to see if I could offer you a hand, but it looks like you’ll need a bit more assistance," She smiled slightly at the playful tone in Rain’s voice. Of all the ghouls that could come to her rescue, he would be the lesser of evils. If Dew saw her now, she wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks, probably the entirety of the tour, no doubt with pictures to add to her embarrassment.

“I found the picks, but the amp wanted to get acquainted with my top,” She explained dejectedly, her feet kicking slightly to further her struggle. An involuntary shiver ran down her back as Rain’s hand ghosted along her exposed thigh, resting at the top of her leg. His touch burned her skin, igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach at the way his fingers felt against her flesh.

“Satan himself has graced me today,” Rain mumbled, growling softly as his fingers splayed across her pale skin. She swallowed hard, a damp patch forming shamelessly in her underwear at the tone of his voice. Rain sniffed the air, groaning at the scent of her arousal. Damn if this isn’t the hottest thing to happen to me, she thought as her body reacted pathetically to the ghoul behind her. She squirmed as his fingers moved under her skirt to flirt along the edge of her panties. Thank Lucifer she had the inclination to wear something with lace this morning.

“Colour?” Rain demanded abruptly. Fuck. She jolted as his fingers danced atop the thin fabric separating him from her embarrassingly wet entrance. She whined pathetically as his hand pulled away from her and he repeated his question again, the word pushing through his gritted teeth.

“Green,” She begged pathetically, trying in vain to raise her hips up, desperate for more contact. Rain wasn’t cruel, as soon as the word left her lips his hand was back, immediately pushing past the annoying barrier to run over her slit. He collected her wetness as he circled the edge of her clit. The seconds it took for him to move a finger back over her entrance were agonizing, pulling another embarrassingly needy whine from her lips. He chittered sympathetically as he pushed a single digit in, curling it once he’d gotten down to the knuckle, making her clench around it hungrily.

“So fucking good for me,” Rain praised as he started to move his finger, letting a second digit join to stretch her open further. She moaned as his hand moved with vigour, caressing her from the inside.

“Rain,” She gasped at the feel of a third finger, a pair of lips attaching themselves to her neck. His hand continued its mission to reduce her to a pile of whimpers and cries. She couldn’t recall him taking his helmet off, but the brush of stubble on her bare neck burned her skin sweetly. His scent invaded her nose, petrichor and salt, filling her head with images of what the ghoul behind her looked like behind the mask. She wondered briefly if she begged enough would he flip her over and fuck her while she drank in his features and committed them to memory, able to glimpse exactly what she could do to him, as if his rough voice wasn’t indication enough.

The sound of a zipper sent a tingle of excitement down her spine, the electricity of the feeling fraying her already high-strung body. Rain’s belt buckle clinked as it met the same fate. His pants were no longer a hindrance. She longed to get down on her knees and take him into her mouth. She wanted to see the look on his face as she used her mouth and tongue to take him apart. But the only sight greeting her eyes was the traitorous and long-forgotten velvet pick bag. Would the other ghouls come looking? Surely Dew had reached the end of his current supply of picks and was probably wondering where she had run off to, nearing the storage room only to catch her needy moans and whines as Rain undid her with his skilled fingers.

The thought of being caught was enough to send her over the edge she was already so close to, her orgasm taking her by surprise as she cried out and clenched hard. Rain cursed under his breath as he pulled his hand back, smacking her dripping center lightly. Her depraved mind imagined his fingers coated in her slick wrapping around his cock, sliding and spreading it so that he glistened with her fluid. She could almost come again at the thought of him raising his hand to his face, his tongue darting out to sneak a taste.

A sudden presence at her entrance ripped her from the images her mind had conjured. Rain teased her, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, pressing slightly into the sensitive bundle of nerves above.

“Colour?” His voice was like syrup, sliding over her ears and sweet on the tongue. She bucked her hips slightly, trying to put him exactly where she wanted, earning her a slap to the ass. “Words darling, I need to hear you say it." His mouth was back to her neck, peppering light kisses along the exposed skin, pausing at the junction of her shoulder to nip playfully. Just a phantom touch of his teeth, sharp fangs grazing the skin slightly. Fuck, she wished he would bite down with force, leaving her with a mark to memorialize this scandalous moment. Her silence wore thin on Rain’s patience, his teeth coming to bite a little more forcefully, a sweet, little cry falling from her lips.

“I could always just leave you like this,” Rain threatened softly, his hand wrapping carefully around her throat to pull her head up, creating an uncomfortable but not unwelcome position with how her upper body was still attached to the amp. “Dripping and needy, begging for my cock. I wonder who’d find you next, if they’d fuck you as good as I would." He paused his rambling as she squirmed under him, a pool of warmth flooding from her at the thought of another ghoul taking advantage of her current circumstances. His hips jerked slightly, surprised at the scent of her fresh arousal. “Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He hissed. Another pass over her slit had her seeing stars.

“Green,” The plea barely left her lips before he pushed in completely, bottoming out inside of her.

“Good girl,” The praise fell from Rain’s lips with a groan. He brought his face to her neck, running his tongue over the overheated skin as he stilled, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was bigger than she expected, filling her with a slight burn that soon turned pleasurable as she got used to the stretch.

“Shit Rain, please fuck me,” She moaned as he listened to her plead, slowly starting to move within her, dragging back, almost pulling completely out, before slamming back in. The edge of the amp dug into her waist with every powerful thrust, pushing the air out of her lungs and creating a dull throb of pain. Rain seemed to acknowledge this, his hands leaving her neck to grip her hips tightly, lifting her slightly up to match his movements and avoid the amp. The angle this created had Rain brushing against the spot that made her see stars with every thrust. If she had use of her legs, they would fail her instantly from the amount of pleasure she was being given.

Rain kept a steady pace, relentlessly pounding into her as her hands roamed desperately to find purchase somewhere. Her nails dug uselessly on the surface of the amp, most likely leaving some incriminating scratch marks. Like he had a direct link to her train of thought, Rain shifted positions, pushing in until he was flush against her, hands leaving her hips to grab both of her wrists and yank them behind her back. Her walls squeezed around him as he transferred both of her wrists to one hand, using the other to snake between her and the amp. A chuckle came from deep in his throat as it found its intended destination.

He teased her clit as he ground into her, circulating his hips in tandem with his fingers and pushing her over the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. Rain groaned as he fucked her through it, her cries completely unmuffled and announcing their activities to anyone in the immediate vicinity. She wouldn’t be surprised if the fans waiting outside for the front of the pit could hear their favourite bassist bringing her to another climax.

Rain’s hips stuttered as his growing knot began to push against her entrance. She’d never needed something more in her life than to be stuffed full of his cock and knot. She pushed back eagerly but Rain’s hands moved to grip her hips hard, stilling her movement.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, you’ve never taken a knot before,” Rain let out a soft groan as she tried once again to impale herself on him.

“Ask me for a colour,” She demanded breathlessly, clenching down on him with anticipation.

“W-what?” Rain stuttered, his head swimming in the sensation as she squeezed around him again.

“I said ask me for a fucking colour,” She spat, not even having the decency to be ashamed of how badly she needed this, something she’d never experienced.

“Colour?” Rain breathed out, his grip on her hips tightening to an almost painful level.

“Green, holy mother of Satan fucking green, Rain. Please knot me, fill me up, I need you." She begged, and Rain really didn’t need any more convincing. He proceeded to fuck into her, slow and shallow at first, before he began to pick up speed. He brutally thrust until his knot pushed its way in, her opening stretching to an almost painful width to accommodate him. Rain released a primal growl as he spilled his seed deep within her, hitting places she was sure no other man had managed to reach. The pleasure from the overstimulation and pain wrenched another climax from her, a strangled cry leaving her lips at the assault on her senses.

Rain slumped against her, pushing her body into the amplifier. He leaned up to kiss and nibble at her neck as he waited for the swelling of his knot to go down. She melted into him as he moved his hands over her body. They stayed like that, connected in the moment, until Rain chuckled softly.

"What?" She questioned, turning her head to look at him but was met with his hand on her chin, keeping her gaze firmly away. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple in apology, but didn't allow her to see his face.

"I won the bet." He spoke the words like a coveted secret, and she supposes it is, since she had no idea what he was talking about. The confusion must have been evident in her body language, as Rain elabortated. "Dew bet the band that he'd be the first to taste you, see you unravel beneath him, to hear the sounds of your pleasure..." He trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.

"So that's all this was? Some stupid bet between you guys?" She couldn't deny the pang of hurt that echoed in her chest. Here she was, having one of the best sexual experiences in her life all because Rain wanted to brag to the band. She felt like a pawn in their game. All her feelings of passion and pleasure were nothing more than a way for them to prove their manhood. She felt traitorous tears pooling her eyes. Rain once again read her like a book, his head pushing into her neck as he purred softly.

"Don't be absurd," He admonished gently. "I've been drawn to you since the moment I laid eyes on you. But while this is has been a fantasy come to life, I admit I will get some sick pleasure in seeing the look on Dew's face when he catches a sniff of my scent all over you." She blushed at the thought, now knowing the ghouls would be able to smell exactly what had taken place in this storage room. It sent a thrill of excitement down her spine, and she had to agree that she was interested in the reactions of his fellow band members.

"I don't suppose you'll make good on your threat from earlier and leave me for the next unsuspecting victim to stumble upon this room?" She still felt slight arousal at the thought of being used by another ghoul, but she was tired and would love to not be stuck in this position any longer. A quick shower and a small nap before the show tonight sounded ideal.

"I think you deserve a reward," Rain chuckled, pulling back and stepping away from her completely. She whined at the loss of his touch, the sound of his belt buckle clinking back into place echoing through the quiet room. Within a few seconds his hands were back around her, lifting her up with one arm. His other hand came underneath to detach her corset from where it was snagged on the amp. He continued to raise her up and over the amp, her hand snatching out quickly to grab the velvet bag that had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

When she turned around in his arms she was slightly disappointed to see his helmet back in place. But the black mouth covering was bunched around his neck, exposing the lower half of his face. Her free hand lifted to run over his stubble-covered cheek. Rain moved a hand under her chin, tilting her face up so he could lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips, his helmet clumsily bumping her nose. They both pulled back chuckling.

"Shall we return those to their rightful owner?" Rain questioned as he moved to open the door for her, motioning down the hallway as a mischievous smirk spread across his lips before he put his mouth cover back in its intended position.

"I'd love to," She replied, stepping out of the room with anticipation of a certain fire ghoul's reaction.

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asnowfern · 11 months

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Shouting Down The Void

Summary: In a world where all men have been drafted to fight an off-world war, Feyre decides that she’s done waiting at home. Sci-Fi/Modern AU.

A/N: Don’t ask me what’s going on. I’m not sure🙃

CW: NSFW content

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Feyre instinctively tilted her head to the side, giving better access to the warm mouth pressing kitten kisses down the side of her neck. Her lips parted to release a breathless gasp as strong arms snaked around her middle.

Feyre turned her head to meet her husband. Violet eyes twinkled as he captured her into a heart melting kiss, sucking on her lips, his tongue pliant against hers. Paint brushes clanked against the soft wood panels of the floor as her hands busied themselves with the back of his neck and hair. She sighed into the kiss, "Rhys".

Feyre opened her eyes, her hand palmed the cold cotton surface next to her. The lack of warmth spread the chill into her. Even after six months of waking up alone, Feyre didn't think she could ever get used to this.

She shrugged on her silk bath robes, absently tying a knot as she padded her way down the corridors of her house. The home system automatically came to life as it recognised her presence.

"Senator, what is your view of the recent uprising regarding the mandated draft? That this isn't Earth's war to fight?" A smooth, well rehearsed voice blared through the speakers.

"Shut it off," Feyre snapped as the tension in her chest build.

She couldn't listen to another slimy politician's speech on the importance of the fight, why her husband had to travel tens of thousand miles away from her where she couldn't reach him. The reminder tightened the band and restricted her breathing. She scrambled to get a glass of water and downed it in one go, anything to relieve the iron grip around her lungs.

She dropped the glass into the basin and whipped open the back door, stepping out to breathe in the crisp cool air of the devil hours. The stars winked at her from their place in the vast pitch black blanket. Somewhere out there was Rhys, fighting nameless enemies.

Was this going to be her life? An endlessness of waiting and agonising?

The stars blinked at her.

Come, they said.

Join us, they beckoned.

Because why not? Feyre looked back into the void. She was a lot of things but meekly and helplessly waiting for her husband to return from war was not one of them. She was Feyre Archeron and she was done with this.

Having made up her mind, Feyre returned to the house. Its emptiness less jarring, and slowly but surely, the death hold around her chest loosened.

***

"Feyre Otieno nee Archeron," Major Devlon drawled, his eyes narrowing at her, "Your husband is Rhysand Otieno, first lieutenant of the Illyrian air force unit in the 49th battalion, yes?"

"Yes," Feyre acknowledged, her brows furrowing into a frown at the implication of his opening question. She swallowed the emotion down, repeating, 'Yes sir."

The major hummed noncommittally as he scrolled through her application on the tablet, heaving an exaggerated sigh when he was done.

"Mrs Otieno, you are aware that there is an actual war happening outside the comforts of Earth?" He asked as he turned a steely disapproving gaze on her, "That the camps are just that, war camps. Not a couples mediating centre?"

Her cheeks heated with indignation as she forced out a reply, "Of course, sir. I just thought-"

"You childishly thought you could apply to enter the 49th battalion and no one would guess your true intentions?" He interrupted sharply, drawing himself to his full height to stare down at her, to intimidate her.

Well, it's just too bad he picked the wrong person.

Feyre's anger flared within her, a beast trying to claw its way out, "Yes, I applied for my husband's battalion. Yes, of course I want to see him," She stands to level her gaze back at him, "But as my record clearly shows, I am the reigning champion shooter of Velaris in the cross gender category. I have value to this army beyond the simpering housewife you are clearly making me out to be."

The edges of Devlon's mouth twisted into a mocking smile before he summoned the corporal seated outside his office, ordering him with a bored expression, "Bring Mrs Otieno to the simulation room and show her how the room works. Ten minutes of practice before the full hour sniping exercise."

He silenced the protests from his subordinate, killing the words before it had a chance to be born, "Now, get out. Both of you."

The corporal dutifully led her out of the room, throwing the major a crisp salute before stepping out himself. Only speaking once they were walking down the corridor, surrounded by nothing but the clicking of combat boots against the metallic floor, "Are you really Rhy- first lieutenant Otieno's wife?"

Feyre narrowed her eyes before nodding in affirmation. To her surprise, the younger man grinned as his demeanour shifted to a more friendly countenance. "Seems like there was some truth to the endless bragging of his beautiful wife then."

Despite herself, she felt her lips twitch upwards into a smile because wasn't that just classic Rhys?

The male dipped his head as he turned them into an open hall, overhead lights blinked on as they entered. The army personnel swiftly made his way to the control panel, his hands sliding smoothly across the surface. Almost immediately, the hall shifted before them.

The ground transformed into a burning orange and a wild terrain of red rocks appeared. Behind them, a wall displayed a variety of rifles and blasters. Feyre found herself gravitating towards the wall, her hands hovering over the weaponry.

He gestured towards the wall, not looking away from the control panel, "Pick a long rifle you can easily familiarise yourself with."

They spent the next couple of minutes running through the simulation exercise. Conceptually, it was quite easy. It would replicate a battlefield and she was to cover the frontliners. Her performance would be assessed based on the number of frontliners who died on her watch.

"Just be careful," the soldier advised as a parting gift before he left, his voice dropped to a low range as his eyes took on a strange glint,"The simulation plays dirty."

Feyre frowned but nodded, still testing out the rifle in her hands after the room had been emptied. Darkness enveloped the room and signalled the start of the exercise. Almost immediately, Feyre followed her instincts and took off in a sprint, heading towards a large boulder with a higher and better vantage point. Below her, opaque holographic forms of soldiers proceeded forward.

She quickly scanned their surroundings with the rifle scope for the scaly enemies.

Nothing.

Feyre swore under her breath as she swiped the scope back into the gun, opting to continue her survey with naked eyes, her sweeping gaze moved to the sky.

The realisation struck her the instant she spotted it. It was an aerial attack.

What the hell was a sniper supposed to do against that? Feyre thought angrily as the black dot increased in size with each second, revealing the aerodynamic form of the attack cruiser. She turned her attention back down to her assigned unsuspecting unit. Her mind raced as her fingers twitched anxiously.

She flicked up her scope and observed the cruiser through it. Her jaw clicked audibly as a wild idea hit her.

It would be near impossible, like throwing a needle into a cyclone. But what did she have to lose? Throwing caution to the wind, she rested her rifle on the boulder and angled it towards the sky. Her fingers deftly switched from phasor to a physical ammunition.

A needle through a cyclone.

She peered into the scope, taking a deep breath to slow the heart that was beating wildly in her chest. She clicked the trigger with her next exhale and watched it pierced through the air.

One, two. Target reached.

A smile crept up as her bullet unleashed a second explosion into the engines upon impact. It wouldn't be enough to bring down the cruiser but sure enough, spots dotted the sky as fighters sailed down in their parachutes. Feyre wasted no time in picking them off one by one.

A sharp cry beneath alerted her to separate land-based strike forces on her team. The scaly warriors of Mars ruthlessly advancing on them. She quickly adjusted back her rifle settings.

A bullet whistled past her. The shock of the pain from the shot grazing the side of her face caught her unaware. She raised a finger to lightly trace the wound and stared at the blood coating her fingers. The numb realisation incited a chill down her spine. The injuries are real.

The grim knowledge settled deep within her as she retreated behind the boulder, her gun held flushed against her body. The true fight begins now.

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The view from the window of the transport carrier was jaw droppingly spectacular. Earth glowed in the bright city lights, a streak of aurora centred over the tip of the Europe continent in a swirl of mesmerising green waves. A sight so beautiful it wiped one's mind clean.

"Specialist Otieno," the nasally voice of Major Devlon pulled her back to reality, to the blooming ache in her muscles and sharp pain in her arm where another shot from the simulation grazed her. He handed her a tablet, "Your standard issue. All the documents that you need to memorise before the briefing tomorrow have been loaded within. Officer Otieno will pick you up from the hangar later."

Feyre went still, her breath held in suspension at the commander's words, digesting them almost belatedly. Her head turned mechanically.

"Report for the orientation briefing at oh eight hundred tomorrow," Major Devlon gave a grimace that could almost pass off as a smile, "Welcome to the 49th battalion, Specialist."

Feyre gave him a sharp salute as she thanked him sincerely. She turned back to the view outside her window, a small smile creeping on. The stars twinkled at her knowingly.

Her heart pounded excitedly as the doors to the carrier slid aside, giving way to the grey metal alloy surfaces of the camp. Her eyes located her husband instantly.

Rhys's form was rigid, a tension held the body captive in a manner that Feyre had never seen before. The muscle in his jaw feathered as violet eyes landed on her. It vanished in an instant as his head snapped towards the Major, throwing up a sharp salute in greeting. The commander snorted and waved his hand in dismissal, striding out of the hangar without another word.

"Rhys,"

He cuts her off coldly, "Not here."

She barely kept the flinch out of her face as she schooled her expression into neutrality. But Rhys knew her. He could still read her like a book even after six months apart. His voice was gentle when he ushered her into the winding hallway, "Your room is this way."

They entered the small room, the door closed with a click behind her. The room was simple, a slim cot was pushed into the inner right corner, the desk sat facing the wall on the left, next to the locker.

"Why are you here, Feyre?"

Feyre settled her bag on the desk before spinning around to face him. She whispered into his chest, "Because I couldn't take it anymore."

They stood mere inches apart, confined by the narrow space between the sparse furniture. The close proximity revealed the effects of war on him, dark purple rings beneath his eyes and the gaunt angles of his cheekbones. Worst of all, a hauntedness that had taken residence deep within the recesses of violet eyes.

"You would have been safe down there," he muttered, his hands tracing her features reverently. He frowned as he clocked in the graze on her cheek, "Faraway from the brutality of this place."

"Faraway from you," she added as her fists clenched, the tightness of her chest returning, "So far that it was like shouting into the void. I could yell and scream until my voice was gone and it wouldn't make a difference. It could never escape the void. I could never reach you."

Rhys took her closed fists, gently prying them open. "This place, this war. It changes you. Stay long enough and you could become a monster just like it. I-"

"Then we can become monsters together," she said passionately, her hands closing over his as she met his gaze, "I know there are rules. You fight your battles and I'll fight mine. But then we return from it and meet each other here."

"Feyre"

Her name slipped out of his lips like a prayer. His composure, his facade, crumbling into dust as he crashed his mouth down to hers. His lips were demanding, desperate for a taste after so long apart. Feyre returned it fiercely, sweeping a tongue against his bottom lip and thrusted it in. One arm closed around her waist to bring her closer, enveloping her in the familiar scent of rain, salt and citrus, while the other slipped behind her neck.

Her legs weakened, knees buckling as the back hit the edge of the cot and sent them falling gracelessly towards it. Their lips remained fused together as she eagerly undid his pants and threw it aside, freeing his awakened cock.

Her pants and underwear were barely down her thighs when Rhys thrusted, sliding home in a single motion. Feyre gasped as her walls deliciously stretched around him, the discomfort quickly giving way to pleasure.

"Move," she ordered.

Rhys chuckled above her, cutting off further words as he captured her lips once more and rolled his hips. They moved seamlessly, meeting each thrust perfectly. Rhys brought one hand down, circling her clit in time with his hips. The ache in her centre building with each stroke.

"I'm close," he whispered into her ear as he withdrew all the way to the tip, "Come with me, Feyre," He slammed back in, a practiced finger pressed roughly at her bundle of nerves.

Her world shattered into a thousand stars, pulling him off the edge with her as she clenched and pulsed tightly around him. He pulled out, spilling himself on the cot.

He pushed himself up to open the locker, taking out a packet of wet tissues. Without thinking, Feyre rolled on her side, wincing as her weight rested on her wounded arm.

Rhys's face sharpened at the sound, assessing eyes swept over her form. "You're hurt," he said almost woefully.

He buttoned his pants back up with impressive speed, exiting the room with a quick, "I'll be right back."

Feyre sat up, slightly taken aback at the sudden absence. She reached for the packet of wet wipes and was just done cleaning herself up when Rhys returned, clutching a small first aid box in his hand.

He wordlessly made his way back to the cot and laid the box open on it. "Show me, please." He pleaded. Feyre rolled up her sleeves, hissing as she peeled the fabric of her shirt off the wound, uncovering a deep gash.

He patched up her arm before moving on to her face, disinfecting the wound and applying a clear gel on it. The actions were so tender that her heart squeezed tightly.

Rhys rested one hand on her uninjured cheek, stroking it gently, "No more shouting into the void. I'm right here."

Her vision blurred as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face into his chest. The worry and tension from the past few months ebbed away. Feyre sighed in relief as she answered, "We are right here, together. Just as we should be."

War might rage outside those doors, forcing them to do unspeakable deeds. But here, just the two of them, there would always be peace.

#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #feyre archeron #Rhysand

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themotherofallthings · 9 months

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The end of the Love on Tour era

I don't even know what to say or where to begin. Love on Tour is coming to an end and a part of me can't help but feel like I'm losing something. It's an ineffable feeling that I can't quite describe but it's been weighing on me for a while now.

I have lived this tour with so many in this fandom, and right along with Harry. It has been a part of my life for nearly 3 years. And even though the universe, fate and COVID conspired against me, it's hard to be bitter about not seeing the this tour live (though I could muster a rant at the drop of hat if the mood should move me). I can safely say of the 174 shows he performed, I was there, via livestream, for most of them.

I've last track of endless cities, countries, setlists, outfit changes, band members coming& going, IG accounts that went live & the thousands of interactions Harry has had with his fans & I've had with my moots every show night here on Twitter. But I will never forget the happiness it brought me. I have little to regret for how I've spent my time these last 3 years. Given what has transpired since this tour started, I'm more than grateful and feel blessed that I got to spend so much of it with Harry and my beautiful moots.

Love on Tour really became my personal happy, rainbow tinged bubble that I would seal myself inside of every show night and enjoy watching Harry get to live out his dream & share his god given talent with us. I was lucky enough to have a front row seat, to cheer him on. Laughing at his goofy antics & endlessly meme-able facial expressions. My heart swelling with pride to see his genuine interest & concern for his fans enjoyment & safety every show. Sitting in awe of his humility as he became overwhelmed by it all.

I get it Harry, being loved by so many and having such success, can be terrifyingly overwhelming & every time you hid your face in your hands, I'd say a little prayer for you, hoping you'd never experience anything but this kind of happiness for the entirety of your life. Knowing deep down that it's not in my power to grant such a blessing.

So thank you Harry. I've loved every single minute. Thank you to the Love band for being amazing and such a supportive and close knit tour family for Harry while on the road. Thank you to the crew and bus drivers and the pilots for transporting our guy safely to and from all his tour stops. Thank you to the craft services people for feeding my son healthy, nutritious meals so he could stay strong & perform at his peak.

Thank you to the fans that came out and showed Harry nothing but love and joy by singing their hearts out, dancing, dressing up in every manner of fruit and for not throwing shit at him. Thank you to all the dedicated, selfless fans who went live for each show making it possible for so many fans, like myself who could not attend, get to experience Love on Tour in all it's amazing glitchy, technicolour. Seriously some of those lives were excruciating but we clung to them for dear life. Bless you all. Thanks to all the UAs & fans who kept us updated on all the concert shenanigans.

And thank you to all my moots who filled my timeline (Twitter and Tumblr) with endless pictures, videos, memes, gifs, emojis, alphabet screams and laughter over the course of the last 3 years. It has been a fucking adventure and an honour to have experienced Love on Tour with all of you. Special shout out to my group chat moots for letting me rant, vent and scream about a certain stunt that shall remain nameless. Ti amo.

Whatever happens after Saturday, I know Harry will have felt our love and I know he won't stay away forever, because he loves us just as much. He is our happy place and we are his.

So until next time remember to put love out into the world. Be kind to yourself. And never take a single minute for granted.

#Peace

#Love on Tour: The final show

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myriadxofxmuses · 2 years

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@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them. He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage's manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager's office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day's whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all mostly saying the same things. "

'I'm your biggest fan....'

'I just love your music. Let's be friends....'

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

'Hey. It was great to see your message pop up. I'm glad our music has been able to help you out so much. It's always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour. Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support. Look forward to hearing from you. Gage'

#open starter #open rp #open rroleplay #male oc #modern rp #modern #oc rp #rock star rp #musician rp #open #starter #indiestarter

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tricksterfiction · 9 months

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My Name Forevermore

Inspired by Nemo by Nightwish.

This is a scene that I had been day dreaming of since I was a teenager. Expressing this was an experience of nostalgia, and honouring that inspiration that never really left me.

Skies above were pitch, endless in a swirl of tension building thick in the air. Not a drop of rain had come yet but the wind was wicked.The blue sky feeling as if it were a memory slipping further away, somehow as precious as knowing your name and just as distant.

That’s how she felt staring up at it, at least, flat dark irises steadily looked on. The soft golden band of light illuminated below her chin, bound around her neck. Her halo. Long, navy blue hair fell around her shoulders - a uniformly grey pallor to her skin as the colour of her hair. Grey robes tied with a single sash of the same colour at her waist, hands and feet wrapped with bandages the only personal touch she ever had. Muted colours, flat as her eyes. She was human at one point but time had slowly chipped away parts of herself.

Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed behind that dark wall of clouds. It invited challenge.

Flexing her grey feathery wings, her hands opened and closed into fists in time with her wings. They were as big as the length of her body. Strapped to the small of her back was a sword with the robe sash. It had no sheath, no ornate detail.

She was waiting.

Finally she looked down back to Earth, to the sea out in front of her, and just as the sky rumbled with activity so to did the sea. Huge surges of waves created walls of water, distantly she felt the spray of salt water.

With another crack of lightning breaking through the clouds into the swells of the sea, she took off on a run for the cliff side then diving. Wings folded against her body, they snapped out redirecting her momentum skyward flying straight through a wave out the other side of it. Flapping hard she soared.

The rain started to spatter, visibility worsened but before long golden lights winked into her view - one then two, and then many many more. Hundreds before her and joining in behind her as well. They all were here as planned, they were one and they were legion, unlike ever before.

Uniformly, the other nameless, indentured angels to the service of cleansing their souls of sin joined her. Hell had invaded Heaven, casting the Earth and all of this realm into a forever night. Mythological in every way only a prophet could have envisioned. The Sun and it’s light no longer touched, warmed nor illuminated. The only light that remained were that of those in service.

They swirled around in a massive circle, she broke free of the turn and flew to the centre. Holding her hand over her throat, over her halo, her voice projected loudly over the wind, the rain and the storm.

“Brothers! Sisters! My siblings in this eternal purgatory!” She shouted and was answered with resounding roars and wails of acknowledgement. They flew on around her. More joined, their numbers climbing with each passing moment.

“Today we shoulder the unbearable responsibility, as we always have, to bring our world back into balance. No longer do we fall...” Her free hand reached around her back to pull her sword free, pointing it skyward. “But we ascend! Together!”

Roars of approval, she could hear her name - the only name she’s known in this afterlife, “Nemo!” She flew by familiar faces, many unknown and all were similar in their uniform grey robes, dark navy hair in various lengths and styles. Human only now in their spirit, their connection to each other, forever the tireless work to be done.

Nemo roared with every shred of her soul, angling up. Fear dissipated with the hard beats of her wings. The maelstrom of their collective ascent brought with them surges of water into the sky, leaving a swirling whirlpool below.

The air grew thin, the clouds encompassing all visibility - flashes of lighting danced around them, the darkness threatened to enshroud the winks of golden light.

The wind pushed them hard from every direction, the stronger flyers towed the weaker, some brightened their light for guidance. but none truly faltered in their ascent. With every gust, every crack of lightning, the stronger the resistance of the storm grew. The closer they approached the gates to heaven, did the weight of their sins yet to be cleansed grew heavier to pull them back down to Earth. Repelled by a invisible force.

Nemo’s mind filled with memories of her life before death, the lies she told, the harm, and pleasures her heart ached with a buried longing. She fought the intensity, singularly focused to the ring of a bell chiming beyond the memories. The sound that had all called them together, insistently chiming.

The intensity of the memories, the feeling, and the growing chime of the bell began drowning out the wind, and then she knew they were getting close.

Her hand came to her halo once again, “Ready! Focus! Together we can break through to heaven!” She palmed her sword, held to her side as she flew on and the moment the bell chime was all she could hear she struck out her sword and pierced the shrouded veil of heaven, where the stars should have shone all there was above them was it was below. Light sparked, the glow of her halo brightened, the tip of the sword piercing with a sliver. Putting her full weight against it in time with the chime.

With every arrival of another fallen angel, piercing their own sliver did her sword deepen it’s bite. Thousands spread out across the dark expanse, every single one piercing this veil.

With every inch given, together they all pushed.

All at once, the final chime echoed into silence muting everything - making her ears ring.

The muted silence seemed to stretch from one heart beat to the next.

In a sudden burst of pressure, like breaking through the surface of water air rushed forward in blinding light, sound returned in full force - they were through.

The legion of fallen angels were greeted with paradise skies and it’s occupiers, surrounded them on every side.

The real war had only begun.

#nemo #nightwish #writing #1k #song prompt #nostalgic

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thewardenofwinter · 10 months

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗

Solid grunge pull this round, thanks for the ask! Just got a Queens of the Stone Age and Dirt vinyl too so I've been in a very grungry/desert rock mood.

Wicked Garden, Stone Temple Pilots Alive, Pearl Jam Grind, Alice in Chains Spoonman, Soundgarden Endless, Nameless, Nirvana

This playlist used to be over 500 songs but I sort of divided them up by vibe instead of just genre. Also can you tell what my fav band is lol?

#music #morana's maundering #playlists #soundgarden #I FUCKING LOVE CHRIS CORNELL #Punk/Grunge is my fav genre (and how I dress)#I own over 70 band t shirts

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rockislandadultreads · 1 year

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Book Recommendations: National Pet Day

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sōsuke Natsukawa

Bookish high school student Rintaro Natsuki is about to close the secondhand bookstore he inherited from his beloved bookworm grandfather. Then, a talking cat appears with an unusual request. The feline asks for--or rather, demands--the teenager's help in saving books with him. The world is full of lonely books left unread and unloved, and the cat and Rintaro must liberate them from their neglectful owners.

Their mission sends this odd couple on an amazing journey, where they enter different mazes to set books free. Through their travels, the cat and Rintaro meet a man who leaves his books to perish on a bookshelf, an unwitting book torturer who cuts the pages of books into snippets to help people speed read, and a publishing drone who only wants to create bestsellers. Their adventures culminate in one final, unforgettable challenge--the last maze that awaits leads Rintaro down a realm only the bravest dare enter...

Brood by Jackie Polzin

Over the course of a single year, our nameless narrator heroically tries to keep her small brood of four chickens alive despite the seemingly endless challenges that caring for another creature entails. From the forty-below nights of a brutal Minnesota winter to a sweltering summer which brings a surprise tornado, she battles predators, bad luck, and the uncertainty of a future that may not look anything like the one she always imagined.

Intimate and startlingly original, this slender novel is filled with wisdom, sorrow and joy. As the year unfolds, we come to know the small band of loved ones who comprise the narrator's circumscribed life at this moment. Her mother, a flinty former home-ec teacher who may have to take over the chickens; her best friend, a real estate agent with a burgeoning family of her own; and her husband whose own coping mechanisms for dealing with the miscarriage that haunts his wife are more than a little unfathomable to her.

It Started with a Dog by Julia London

All Harper Thompson wants for Christmas is the huge promotion she's worked so hard for—which she should get, as long as her launch of the hip new coffeehouse, Deja Brew, goes according to plan. Jonah Rogers is trying to save his family's coffee shop, Lucky Star, from going out of business, which will be tough with the brand-new Deja Brew opening across the street.

When Jonah and Harper meet for the first time after accidentally swapping phones, their chemistry is as electric as a strand of Christmas lights. He's a tall, handsome, compassionate hunk of engineer, and she's an entrepreneur whose zest for life is very sexy. They love all the same things, like scary movies, greasy food—and most of all, dogs. It's a match made in heaven...until Jonah finds out that Harper's the one about to put him out of business.

Only one coffee shop likely can survive, and a competition of one-upmanship ensues in a battle of the brews. The paws really come out when the local rescue shelter has a fundraiser where local businesses foster dogs, and patrons vote with their dollars for their favorite pup. Harper takes in an adorable old bulldog on behalf of Deja Brew, while Jonah fosters a perky three-legged dachshund for Lucky Star. As the excitement builds for who will be crowned King Mutt and king of the coffee hill, Harper and Jonah must decide if their connection was all steam or if they are the perfect blend.

This is the second volume of the “Lucky Dog” series.

Other People’s Pets by R.L. Maizes

La La’s world stops being whole when her mother, who never wanted a child, abandons her twice. First, when La La falls through thin ice on a skating trip, and again when the accusations of “unfit mother” feel too close to true. Left alone with her father—a locksmith by trade, and a thief in reality—La La is denied a regular life. She becomes her father’s accomplice, calming the watchdog while he strips families of their most precious belongings.

When her father’s luck runs out and he is arrested for burglary, everything La La has painstakingly built unravels. In her fourth year of veterinary school, she is forced to drop out, leaving school to pay for her father’s legal fees the only way she knows how—robbing homes once again.

As an animal empath, she rationalizes her theft by focusing on houses with pets whose maladies only she can sense and caring for them before leaving with the family’s valuables. The news reports a puzzled police force—searching for a thief who left behind medicine for the dog, water for the parrot, or food for the hamster.

The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa

We take journeys to explore exotic new places and to return to the comforts of home, to visit old acquaintances and to make new friends. But the most important journey is the one that shows us how to follow our hearts...

An instant international bestseller and indie bestseller, The Travelling Cat Chronicles has charmed readers around the world. With simple yet descriptive prose, this novel gives voice to Nana the cat and his owner, Satoru, as they take to the road on a journey with no other purpose than to visit three of Satoru's longtime friends. Or so Nana is led to believe...

With his crooked tail—a sign of good fortune—and adventurous spirit, Nana is the perfect companion for the man who took him in as a stray. And as they travel in a silver van across Japan, with its ever-changing scenery and seasons, they will learn the true meaning of courage and gratitude, of loyalty and love.

#fiction #pets #national pet day #Book Recommendations #book recs #reading recommendations #Reading Recs #Library Books #TBR pile #tbrpile #tbr #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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arachnik · 11 months

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hi. quick summary on krisha while i work on their bio:

born in victorian london, raised by their coroner uncle and auntie after both of their parents died of illness. managed to catch a job as an archivist in a museum in london later on in adulthood and overall was pretty normal until they became Not Normal.

their uncle became fascinated with a string of killings in the area after being allowed to perform an autopsy on one of the victims. after looking into it further, krisha notices that their uncle is becoming rather paranoid and decides to follow him one night to see what he was up to. they follow him down into an alley where he is then attacked by some weird spider-vampire creature, but he strangely seems to be holding his own against it until he’s struck down. krisha tries to intervene and save him but to no avail. their uncle dies in front of them, and krisha is knocked out and dragged to an abandoned building.

this spider-vampire creature feeds on krisha for the next few days and is fed it’s blood in order to rejuvenate them, which will turn out badly for krisha Later. krisha manages to escape and kill this thing by fire and is found passed out on the streets barely alive. thankfully they’re taken to a hospital and recover there, in which they recover quicker than humanly possible. but alas things are about to become Worse. krisha begins to feel incredibly ill to the point of being bedridden and begins to change. their nails become sharper, their canines become elongated, and to their horror, they realize that they are becoming the exact same monster as the creature they killed. unable to come to terms with their sudden change in appearance, krisha hides away in their flat, sneaking out only at nighttime given their eyes became especially sensitive to light. it is in the night that krisha begins to realize that the world is not exactly as it seems and there is an entirely different world hidden in plain sight in the city of london. additionally, they come to realize the abilities that come with their new state: superhuman strength, sticking to walls, and worst of all, a craving for blood <3

oh btw did i mention their uncle was basically a monster hunter

embittered and desperate to kill the very same creatures that killed their uncle, krisha sets out to kill any fiend that threatens the safety of the city. they later become known in tabloids only as “the arachnid” but isn’t really seen as a hero, but rather another monster

anyways. as previously mentioned, krisha looks different from other people. their eyes appear to be this endless black void, they look kind of sickly, and so on. parts of their skin are completely translucent, specifically around their mouth, neck, hands, and feet. you can see Everything, from bone, teeth, muscle, and blood vessels. it’s kind of weird .

oh and their web fluid is organic. their body makes it for them

krisha quells their thirst for blood either by feeding on whatever vampire they’re hunting or in times of desperation, feeding on themself. it sucks ! they can’t bare to take human life !

“how does krisha blend into human society” that’s a great question imaginary audience. they dab makeup around their mouth and jaw, wear concealing clothing, throw on some shades and hope for the best. yeah your eyes feel like exploding every time you step out into daylight but hey you still need to clock in

don’t ask me about design that’s still in the works but you know the nameless ghouls from g.host ? yeah. similar vibe and appearance

kind of a hardass and curt. if you’ve listened to the magnus archives think j.onathan sims but with a sense of humor.

inspos: i.ntegra h.ellsing, louis (amv’s iwtv), abraham van h.elsing, the underworld series, dracula, c.astlevania, Every Goth Band Of All Time

#tag later.#hi guys this is krisha morrison and i love them very very much #bloodletting /#cannibalism /#self cannibalism /#death /#<- I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TAG THIS ALL AS ? LMAO ?

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musicdepott · 1 year

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Nevermind

Nirvana

1991

Primarily written by vocalist Kurt Cobain, the album has a dark and more enraged aspect to it. It shows great frustration in general. The songs, as a characteristic of rock music, have heavy guitars, and Cobain, for most of the songs, used power chords, which make the sound seem more powerful and potent. The band takes great inspiration from artists such as Pixies, Melvins, and R.E.M.

My Rank

In Bloom

Lithium

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Come As You Are

Stay Away

On A Plain

Lounge Act

Polly

Drain You

Breed

Territorial Pissings

Something In The Way

Endless, Nameless

#Nirvana #Nevermind #1990s #1991 #kurt cobain #grunge #music #N

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Is Gwyn’s last name, Berdara from her father? What does that name means anyway? I’m surprised to see so many fans rooting for Gwyn and Az, and I tried to look at a fan’s perspective but I’m not seeing it. There’s nothing going on between them that leads to a possible romance. There’s no friendship, only acquaintanceship. I saw someone mentioned Lucien x Gwyn and I’m like mmm yah there’s a stronger possibly for Gwyn to be with Lucien than Az, IMO (Unless she prefers females). I know they haven’t met, yet but when they do… I’m curious to see how that turns out. ;) Maybe when Elain has to go help the Band of Exiles and Gwyn as Valkyrie her guard? Besides, I’m not convinced on Lucien x Vassa. Not yet anyways. I do think they would make a striking couple, tho. I’m pretty sure she would end up with Julian and they may become a high lord and lady or king/queen for the human part of Prythian. But… who knows! I love crack theories!

Berdara means 'bloody'.

We assume that it's the mother's name, since we dont know who the baby daddy was, since they were conceived during an orgy with a nameless stranger.

I've seen Lucien/Gwyn possibility, which is intriguing, though I think even too farfetched for SJM, though of course there is that odd Autumn Court connection.

I think Jurian will go bad. But I like Jurian, he fascinates me, so I wouldn't mind him playing an interesting role. Also, why not a poly for Band of Exiles? It would be something new and different. Not just the endless 'mate' 'mate' 'mate'.

They make for an interesting amalgamation of Fae and Human -- all 3 hurt by the opposite species, coming together as one.

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diceriadelluntore · 2 years

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Fantasmi Sonori

Ieri @ru1ndur mi ha taggato in un gioco musicale, quello per scegliere una canzone per ogni lettera del nome del blog, e la ultima e di “untore” l’ho associata a Endless, Nameless dei Nirvana.

Quella è una delle più famose ghost (o hidden) track del rock. Si chiama così quel brano che ufficialmente non compare nella scaletta ufficiale del lavoro o comunque all'interno delle informazioni riportate nella pubblicazione del disco. Nell’era pre-digitale, raramente i due lati termini di un long playing erano “riempiti” con la stessa durata musicale, e rimaneva dello spazio vuoto, a volte contenente una o più tracce musicali non riportate nella scaletta ufficiale; la cosa veniva scoperta accidentalmente perchè ci si "dimenticava" il disco o la cassetta in riproduzione. Con i CD poiché le tracce sono numerate e la loro durata riportata nel libretto\copertina, è facile riscontrare immediatamente delle differenze tra il numero di tracce effettive e quelle indicate o tra la durata reale di un brano, segnalata dall'apparecchio riproduttore, e quella indicata ufficialmente.

La prima famosa, che non so dirvi se fosse la prima in assoluto, fu Her Majesty, un brano dei Beatles (e chi sennò, geni assoluti sempre), 25 secondi di gioco acustico che partiva trenta secondi dopo The End su Abbey Road del 1969.

Endless, Nameless è invece, probabilmente, la più clamorosa e terribile dimostrazione del malessere di Cobain traslato in musica. Durante le registrazioni di Nevermind, la traccia che dava più difficoltà ad essere incisa era Lithium. Cobain è delirante e chiede a Kris Novoselic e Dave Grohl di suonare quegli accordi che di solito chiudono i loro concerti live. Butch Vig, il loro produttore, tiene aperti gli strumenti ai Sound City Studios di Van Nuys e registra tutto live, senza nessun intervento. Il muro sonoro è brutale, drammatico, un mix tra la musica industriale tedesca (che probabilmente Cobain non aveva mai sentito) i Sonic Youth e i Dinosaur Jr (questi si suoi miti), rullate di batteria, un tappeto elettrico di distorsioni e paure. Cobain afferra un microfono radiofonico degli anni ‘60, non costruito per cantare, e inizia una cantilena tragica, quasi in trance, tanto che sosterrà sempre di non ricordare esattamente le parole che stava declamando. Questa sorta di grido musicale dura circa 6 minuti, fino a quando improvvisamente sfascia la Fender nera, costruita dalla succursale giapponese, che rantola agonizzante fino alla fine del brano. I tre, ripresa una certa stabilità emotiva, decidono di inserire il brano dopo Something In the Way quando la copertina era già stata stampata: per questo le prime edizioni di Nevermind, che hanno solo 12 tracce, sono ricercatissime dai collezionisti. La suonano dal vivo la prima volta ad uno show benefico contro la Guerra del Golfo il 18 gennaio 1991 in un college di Olympia, nello stato di Washington, l’ultima il 13 dicembre 1993 al Pier 48 di Seattle davanti alle telecamere di MTV per lo show Live & Loud (in cui Kurt sputa e sorride alla telecamera, Gif cult anche su Tumblr) con il pubblico che invade il palco mentre la band distrugge tutto, che all’epoca era già forse un clichè per dimostrare la loro brutalità.

Segnalo tre ghost track a me molto care:

04/20/2005 dei Pearl Jam, da Lost Dogs: dedicata alla morte dell’amico Layne Staley, cantante degli Alice In Chains;

Terry’s Song di Bruce Springsteen, da Magic: anch’essa in memoria di un amico scomparso, Frank "Terry" Magovern, il suo assistente personale per 23 anni:

I’ll Be There For You dei Rembrandts, la sigla di Friends: il duo non voleva nemmeno registrare la canzone, ma essendo sotto contratto con la Warner Bros. che produceva la serie, la registrarono, e la misero come ghost track del loro album L.P. del 1995. Poi sappiamo come è andata a finire, divenendo una delle canzoni più famose degli anni ‘90.

Nella foto che apre questa storia c’è la chitarra sfasciata da Cobain, che ha un ultima leggenda. Vig sosteneva fosse una Mosrite, una chitarra simil-strat prodotta da una ditta californiana, molti altri tra cui Michael Azerrad, biografo ufficiale, sostengono sia una Fender giapponese: qualsiasi delle due fosse stata, era l’unica con il manico girato per i mancini, per cui le registrazioni non andarono avanti per giorni per ricercarne un’altra con cui Cobain potesse suonare (la foto è quella che appare nel libro Come As You Are, biografia ufficiale del gruppo).

Inutile dire che la musica digitale adesso rende impossibile tutto questo, se non in modi alternativi (allungare una canzone con all’interno un’altra), ma non rimarrà mai quel momento in cui, convinto che il disco sia finito, ti parte un accordo a sorpresa mentre cammini per casa.

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