#gypsy swing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In 2020, 27% of US Tumblr users had an annual household income of over $100,000.

handwerkstatt · 10 months

Video

youtube

"Bei Mir Bist Du Schön"– Hot House West (Gypsy Jazz Swing Orchestra)

#Gypsy Swing Orchestra #Hot House West #Bei mir bist du schön

9 notes · View notes

ur-mag · 6 months

Text

Cristiano Ronaldo swings a cheeky PUNCH at Tyson Fury as Gypsy King gives his take on CR7 vs Lionel Messi GOAT debate | In Trend Today

Cristiano Ronaldo swings a cheeky PUNCH at Tyson Fury as Gypsy King gives his take on CR7 vs Lionel Messi GOAT debate Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

View On WordPress

#Celebrities #Cristiano Ronaldo swings a cheeky PUNCH at Tyson Fury as Gypsy King gives his take on CR7 vs Lionel Messi GOAT debate #Money #Motors #Politics #ShowBiz #Sport #Tech #UK #US #World

0 notes

crestametalica · 1 year

Photo

La banda venezolana de Fusión Tropical Jazz, Nomásté, presenta el vídeo del single "Caminos" que da nombre a su primera producción el EP lanzado en el año 2022. Para leer más pueden visitar la sección "Noticias Cresta" en "Música Cresta" de nuestra revista web, enlace en la bio. . . . . #Nomásté #Caminos #Fusión #Tropical #Jazz #FusiónTropical #Swing #Gypsy #Cumbia #Latino #Musica #Music #Música #NoticiasCresta #CrestaNoticias #MúsicaCresta #CrestaMetalica #CrestaMetalicaProducciones #EnLaCrestaDeLaOla #LaCrestaEnLaOla (en Cresta Metalica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoQX4BButZR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

0 notes

oublietonorgueil · 1 year

Text

Regardez ""Minor swing" - Bireli Lagrene Gypsy Jazz Trio - XXII Festiwal Jazz na Starówce 2016" sur YouTube

youtube

#Minor swing #Bireli Lagrene #Gypsy Jazz Trio #rock'n roll #Youtube

0 notes

fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

Text

A Study in Spite

(I don't own this gif.)

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: Disrespect for parental authority? Is that a warning?

Summary: Protecting Mystic Falls from the vampire threat - that was your family's legacy. You'd just never thought you would actually have to fulfill it. But when the Original Family moves into your quiet little town everything changes. Suddenly your parents are attempting to fashion you into some sort of soldier, forcing you to fight in a supernatural war you never signed up for. The burden of your family's self imposed duty was one you would carry no longer. Now, how to go about telling your parents that? || Kol x fem!reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: Another shorter one! It's kind of a prequel to Fine On My Own because I liked the concept so much, but you can view it however you want. If you guys like this, I do have a part two in my drafts but I won't post it unless someone asks. This was inspired by the song Sweet Talk by Saint Motel. Go listen to it!

🍟STORY BEGINS BELOW🍟

"Mom, I swear, if I do not get out of this house right now, I am going to go insane!" You stressed, swinging your weight around the banister as you descended the stairs.

Your mother paused her onion chopping to level you with a stern look. "Y/N/N, I know you're getting a little stir-crazy - we all are - but you can't afford to take pointless risks like this, sweetheart. Not with the Original Family still out there."

You rolled your eyes. "We're supposed to call them the Mikaelsons now, Mom," You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. She shot you a warning look and you just shrugged, hopping onto a barstool. "Look, this is for my sanity. If you wanna talk about unnecessary risks, I recall you and dad forcing me to go to an original vampire hosted ball that I absolutely despised."

"We were invited, Y/N," Your mother reminded you, scoldingly. "As members of a founding family, it was our obligation to go. Now, I'm sure that… family -" She had to actually spit the word from between her teeth. "- won't be sticking around for much longer. Just a few more weeks, and we won't have to worry about you drawing any more unwanted attention." She resumed her onion chopping with a rather forced expression of calm.

"No, that was your obligation," You corrected. "Your's and Dad's. You're the ones who forced me to go to that stupid ball, so don't go spouting this crap like your paranoia is somehow my fault!"

Her slicing grew more agitated the longer you spoke until she finished the onion and the knife lodged itself in the cutting board. She looked up, exasperated. "You will not talk to me that way in this house, young lady!"

"Well it's not like you'll let me go outside!" You shouted, gesturing wildly. "I can't even step out onto the porch without you or dad spewing some crap about your stupid small town destiny fetish!"

Your mother narrowed her eyes. "I don't think I appreciate this new attitude of yours, missy," She ground out, coolly.

"Funny, cuz' Kol sure did," You muttered under your breath.

Her eyes shot open wide. "What was that?!"

"You heard me," You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on your heels. "Kol frickin' Mikaelson likes my frickin' attitude! You know, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to give me a ride if I decided to sneak the frick-frack outta this prison!"

"Don't say his name, Y/N," Your mother hissed. She glanced around as if to make sure the guy wasn't listening.

"Why not? Is it a taboo? If I say it three times, is he gonna appear like Beetlejuice?"

"Y/N-"

"Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson!" You gasped in foux shock. "Holy crap mom, he's not a frickin' gypsy! Never woulda' seen that coming! Or maybe - and I just thought of this - he's got better things to do than stalk some small town teenager and her self-important parents?!"

"He's shown far too much interest in you already, Y/N," Your mother argued. "You have no idea what he's capable of - what his intentions are! You have no idea what a monster like that would do if it got a hold of you."

"The dude talked to me for all of five minutes and you're freaking out." You rolled your eyes with a huff. "He asked me to dance and we talked. That's it! You and dad need to chill the frick out."

"Well I think you need to gain a firmer grasp on the reality of your situation, sweetheart," She fired back, glowering. "That freak of nature could kill you in a heartbeat."

"The whole lot of 'em already agreed not to harm locals. What, you think they set the terms just to have the satisfaction of breaking them for no flipping reason?!"

"They're sadistic monsters! I wouldn't put anything past them!"

"Mom, they're a thousand years old - pretty sure the power trip of murdering small town nobodies is just about gone," You deadpanned.

"Too bad!" She exclaimed. "I'm not willing to risk your life on a 'pretty sure.' I will not let that thing hurt my daughter, or worse, turn you into something like him! If that means keeping you in this house until you're old enough to qualify for a senior citizen discount, then so be it! I won't let him hurt you!"

"Stop acting like this is about me!" You screamed. "You and dad don't give a crap about me! You haven't since this whole vampire thing started! All you care about is your stupid legacy and I'M SICK OF IT!"

You hopped off the barstool and made a mad dash for the door, snatching your headphones off the counter on your way out.

"Y/N? Y/N/N!" Your mother called after you. "No, Y/N/N! Don't-"

You slammed the front door shut behind you, cutting off any further protests from her. You were eighteen now - it was time she started respecting your choices. Taking off down the sidewalk at a brisk jog, you pulled your headphones on over your ears and your hood up over them just as it began to rain. Thunder shook the ground beneath your feet as you made your way into town. The only decent place to hang out was the grill, plus you were craving some fries so that was where you headed. Rain soaked through your jacket and into your bones after just a few minutes, sending shivers through your body as you hugged yourself tight.

After what seemed like hours, you reached your destination. You stepped through the door and instantly relaxed a bit, taking a moment to let the warmth trickle along your skin. You shed your jacket and hung it on the coat rack as quickly as you could, before heading straight for the grills' mostly decorative fireplace which was thankfully lit. You took your seat and ordered some fries, pleasantly surprised when they came just a moment later. Finally, you began to relax… but not for long.

A chuckle like a bubbling spring pierced the calm murmur that was the grill's ambient chatter, drawing a groan out of you on sheer instinct. You didn't have to turn around to know who - or rather what - the obnoxious voice belonged to. You see his snide smirk without even looking at him.

"Well, well, well…" Kol's silky accent drawled lazily from where he sat at the bar a few feet behind you. "Look who's finally decided to show her pretty little face. What's it been? Three - four days?"

"Hasn't been long enough, believe me," You tossed over your shoulder.

"No?" The gas fireplace's covering was glass and you watched his reflection get up and stalk toward you. "What a shame... You wound me Y/N, I thought we liked each other better than that."

"I'd like you a whole lot more if you learned how to back off," You snapped, rubbing your arms vigorously in an effort to warm up. You felt a pair of hands settle on your arms as Kol leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

"I don't think that's true at all," He whispered. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders in what you were sure was a practiced move, yet it still felt sincere somehow and you found yourself reddening. "I think you secretly enjoy the attention, darling. It's rough being the odd one out, isn't it?" He leaned away and you glared at him… but he wasn't wrong.

You only hesitated for a second. "I wouldn't know," You lied. "I'd say tell me all about it, but I honestly couldn't care less."

"Oh, that hurts!" Kol hissed, resting a mocking hand over his heart as he slid into a chair in front of you. "I see that sharp little tongue of yours is going unbridled tonight. What fun!" The freak chuckled and snatched a fry from your plate, grinning boyishly. It was such a sweet and playful expression that, for just a moment, you almost forgot he was a monster.

"Well it's a good thing you're enjoying it buddy, cuz you're gonna be the target of my particular brand of verbal abuse for the rest of the night," You announced, clicking your tongue and shooting him a very unenthusiastic wink. He just smirked at you, prompting your already fake smile to drop.

"I see," He hummed, stealing another fry. You glared at the offending hand. "Well, if that's the case, then may I ask what's got you in such an entertaining mood?"

"Sure," You replied, shrugging. "The answer's you."

Kol raised a brow, almost managing to look genuinely taken aback. "I've not spoken to you for more than two minutes," He pointed out. "Now, I may have a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, but I've not yet managed to say something brash enough for a lass to be offended by it before she walked through the door."

You couldn't help but snicker at that. "If you ever do, you'll have to tell me what you said so I can steal it," You said, smirking. You shook your head. "Nah, this conversation's got nothing to do with it."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Surprise, surprise."

You smirked "Right? 'Cuz you're freaking annoying. Anywho, it's my parents that are the problem - all 'cuz of what you did the other night."

"What I did?" The boy parroted. (No, not boy - monster, freak, vampire. You needed to remember that.) He blinked. "I… don't recall doing anything… Not to you anyway. I supposed I danced with you, but last I checked, a simple dance was no criminal offence."

"It is it you're my parents," You grumbled, shoving a fry in your mouth. "I mean, you spoke to me, so…" You trailed off, shaking your head.

"Yes, I spoke to you." Kol nodded in acknowledgement. "But as I recall, you refused to answer a single one of my questions."

You shrugged. "If you can't say anything kind to someone, don't say anything at all, right?"

"All you did was insult me."

You smirked. "That I did."

He shook his head, laughing. Reaching for another fry off your plate, he grinned as you smacked his hand away. "Regardless, I don't think such a one-sided exchange can even be classified as a conversation." He leaned back in his seat, bracing one foot against the underside of the table like a child trying to see how far back they can tilt their chair before falling over backwards.

You raised a brow at his childish behavior and shrugged again. "Yeah, well apparently it's enough to warrant placing me on house arrest until I'm 85."

A sharp crack rang out against the tile floor as the front legs of his chair fell forward. He stared at you incredulously. "That's bloody mental."

"See? Now you're catching on." You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink which you were sure wasn't soda. "It was a bloody ball, for crying out loud! If your parents didn't want you to interact with anyone they should have simply forbid you from coming."

You made a rather impolite noise, grimacing. "You think I wanted to spend my night pretending to like people I find unbearable just so your family can flaunt its wealth? My parents forced me to come along." A look of realization crossed his face.

"Ah, so that's why you seemed so positively miserable." He nodded and shrugged. "Alright, so we danced and we talked. I still don't see why that would incite your imprisonment."

"I've got three words for ya'." You took a swig of soda and counted off on your fingers. "Small. Town. Paranoia."

The long, exaggerated sigh that left him next had the corners of your lips twitching up. If he wasn't a monster you could almost see yourself being this boy's friend.

"I know!" You continued and once the words started spilling out, you couldn't seem to stop them and for whatever reason, you didn't want to. "My parents wouldn't drop it for a day 'n a half, and now they won't let me leave the house for anything! You know, if it were actually my safety that they were so worried about, then I'd be okay with it. But it's not." Your voice broke a little and you bit your lip, directing your gaze into the grain of the table as if your glare could burn a hole through the wood.

So what if he knew? What did it matter? He could kill you in the blink of an eye anyway - using your insecurities to hurt your feelings was the least he could do. You needed someone to talk to, and if Kol didn't want to listen, he could get up and walk away.

But he didn't. He sat up in his chair and leaned forward, folding his arms across the table to show you he was listening. He didn't roll his eyes or write your words off as nothing more than the exaggerations of a teenage girl. Kol listened; he took you seriously, and nodded along, expressing infinitely more empathy than your parents claimed he was capable of.

"You think your parents don't care about you?" He wondered. The little lamp resting on the table between you switched on, prompted by the low light of the storm outside. Bathed in the lamp's warm light, his sharp, youthfully handsome features didn't seem so intimidating all of a sudden. Those chocolate eyes that had seemed so cutting and predatory just moments before, were now remarkably soft and open. Somewhere in your mind you recognized that such an illusion of humanity was nothing but a trick of the light, but for the moment, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"I know they don't," You admitted in a whisper. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, your lips pressing into a thin line. "Every conversation ends in some argument about how I'm not living up to their expectations. My whole life has become about their stupid legacy, and I hate it!"

"You don't want to be their soldier," He surmised.

"Exactly! You exclaimed. "I mean, we get home from that stupid ball, and they don't even ask if I'm okay or apologize for putting me in danger! They kept asking me all these questions about you as if I'm some little spy, like I'd somehow know all your deepest darkest secrets after one Ed Sheeran song. So when I don't, they start freaking out, going on and on about how I endangered the family legacy for nothing. I spent that whole frickin' party scared out of my wits, but the only thing they do about it is lecture me about how irresponsible I am - how 'it's my destiny and privilege to defend the people of Mystic Falls from the jaws of evil'." You added on some sarcastic jazz hands with that and Kol snickered.

"Do they realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Tell me about it," You said, your lips curling into a scowl.

"I see." Kol nodded, his mouth pressing into a firm line. That concern on his face shouldn't have been there. "Believe it or not, I actually have a bit of experience with parents who force their will on their children."

"Yeah?" You wondered. You hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your face until then. You wiped them away. He nodded, but didn't seem keen to expand on that statement. "Got any advice then?"

Kol sent you a quizzical look. "You're asking me?"

"Must be desperate." You smiled wryly.

"Must be." He watched you for a moment and you simply waited for him to answer. Kol blinked, dragged a hand through his hair, and sighed. "Honestly, all I can say is to trust your instincts. If you feel in your heart that something is wrong for you, then stand by that feeling. Even if everyone is telling you that it's you who's wrong, or that you need to accept their will, just look them in the eyes and say no."

You blinked, startled by the intensity of his gaze and the honesty in his voice. Something in the way he looked at you made your cheeks flair with heat. That look in his eyes was strange, it was hungry yet gentle - needy but patient.

"That sounds like a great idea-" You narrowed your eyes. "- straight from the mouth of someone who takes his family's excessive wealth for granted. If I renounced my family's legacy, I might as well disown myself. I'd be living on the streets faster than you can say homeless."

"Maybe," He agreed. "However, I'd say that spending your life searching for happiness is quite a bit better than slowly wasting away in a town where you know you'll never find it."

'He's right ya' know,' A little voice in your head whispered. You knew he was, but you weren't quite ready to come to terms with that

"Huh." You shifted your focus to inspecting a particularly greasy fry. "I thought you'd be more interested in the part where I said my parents want me to function as a spy instead of my moral debate, but okay." It was deflection and he saw right through it yet he humored you anyway.

"Eh, I'm not worried." He waved a hand. "Your parents are fools if they think one song would be enough time for me to divulge even my most trivial secrets. Besides, I don't just give those up for free - I'd require at least dinner from you first."

You eyed him pointedly. "Dinner?"

Kol sent you that innocent, boyish grin again - shrugging. "I'd settle for coffee," He said, winking.

His blatant disregard was honestly inspiring. You raised a brow.

"Did you seriously just ask me out?"

The boy grinned. "I believe I did."

"You asked me out knowing that my parents think you are the physical manifestation of evil?" You raised a brow, cocking your head to the side. The boy nodded readily. "You know, they're convinced your aim is to enslave my mind so you can use me for my body and then kill me for sport." You wanted to see how he'd react to that.

He stilled for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grimaced, fixing his attention on straightening a pile of napkins. "How flattering, I see why you're so determined to hate me. For your information darling, I simply have far too much confidence in myself to take advantage of any woman that way." The slight curl of his lips as he carefully avoided your gaze belied the decency to be genuinely disgusted.

You frowned. Such a show of decency surprised you - he was supposed to be purely evil. Had your parents been wrong about him? Your thoughts were interrupted as the sudden upward tugging of Kol's perfect lips drew your attention.

"However…" His chocolate eyes, swimming with thinly veiled amusement, flicked up to meet your own. "I must admit that you look far too delectable for me to rule out the possibility of desiring just one little taste."

The smirk that crept across his face served as a reminder to you of the unholy creature he truly was. There was a monster hiding behind that angelic countenance. One tiny glimmer of decency didn't change that.

"Right." You chuckled but there was no humor in it. What had you been thinking, spilling your soul to something like him? He wasn't some cute boy, he was a blood sucking monster and he wasn't interested in you as a person. "You know what? I don't even know why I bothered talking to you." Rising from your seat, you shucked Kol's jacket off your shoulders, rolled it up, and tossed it on the table. A shame because it was so warm. Then you finished off your plate of fries and grabbed your soda, gave a mock salute, and turned for the door. "Adios and stay away from me, psycho," You tossed over your shoulder.

"Wait! Y/N, I was just kidding," He called out to you, sounding somewhat apologetic.

"And I'm the bloody queen of England." You didn't bother looking back as you sent him a thumbs up and headed towards the door.

You heard the squeal of his chair's legs as he pushed it out, getting up to follow you. "Oh, come now, love. Don't be like that!"

"Don't lie to my face then!" Your hood was still positively soaked, but you pulled it up over your head anyway before shoving the door open and stepping out into the pouring rain.

You hadn't expected him to follow you - not out into the absolute deluge going on but, clearly, you underestimated his determination.

"Alright, so I wasn't really kidding. I said that on purpose, you're right." He had to practically shout to be heard over the water streaming out of the heavens, but there he was - holding his leather jacket over his head for some cover as he jogged through the rain to catch up to you.

You didn't stop walking. "Yeah, yeah! You get a kick out of making people uncomfortable, Kol. I get it!"

"That's not it!" He shouted over the rain, stepping in front of you to block your way forward. He didn't have to use his supernatural speed - his legs were just a lot longer than yours.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" You tried to step around him, but he cut you off. You rolled your eyes, glancing at the leather jacket he still held over his head. "You're gonna ruin that," You said, hoping that might somehow convince him to go back inside.

"I'll get a new one." He just shrugged, there was already water streaming down his face despite the jacket. "Please, Y/N. Just hear me out?"

"Not like you're giving me much of a choice," You said dryly.

"I was serious about taking you to dinner… or for coffee," Kol promised. “ My intentions are sincere, darling. I just-” He sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. “I said something stupid, alright? Old habits die hard, but I shouldn't have said it the way I did and for that I'm sorry."

"You're… apologizing?" You raised a brow in disbelief.

"It physically pains me to do so, believe me, but yes," He chuckled. You didn't buy it - he was probably just trying to manipulate you. "And I'm not just saying that to try to manipulate you," He added.

"Then why?" You wondered, skeptical.

Kol simply laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on! If your parents are half as awful as you say, then just think about how much fun it would be to spite them." He said. Brushing strands of wet hair from his face, he grinned and took a step closer to you. Oddly enough, you didn't feel the need to move away. "Besides, I think you and I are a lot alike, darling. I'd like the chance to prove that, if you'll allow me."

You just stood there for a moment and watched him wordlessly. He seemed softer now and more genuine, but you couldn't tell whether any of it was real or if it was all simply an act. After a few more moments, you supposed the boy simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, love?" Kol pressed. "Just one date? Just one to spite your parents for being so paranoid and controlling! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Oh, yeah," You scoffed. "I'm sure it'll be fun - right up until it's my funeral."

"Come, come Y/N. There's no need to worry about that," He claimed. "I promised the mayor and my brother that I wouldn't kill any locals and, luckily for you, I keep my word."

"Funny how that promise doesn't guarantee that I'll be kept from all harm," You mused, sipping the last of your soda.

"Well, I suppose you'll simply have to take a risk -" His eyes flicked to where your free hand rested braced against your opposite arm and he reached out, trailing a gentle finger across your knuckles."- and see what happens."

You flinched on reflex at his touch - something he didn't fail to notice. To your surprise, however, he made no effort to mock you for it. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back just as he had a few nights before. There was something odd in his chocolate brown eyes as he held your gaze - a softness you could neither understand nor explain. It went against everything your parents had ever told you about monsters like him. Kol recognized that you were afraid of him, even going so far as to acknowledge the validity of that fear. He knew you hated him - that you'd been taught to hate him - yet, there was something in the way he looked at you that felt like an invitation; though, for what you couldn't say.

There was something so casual about it, and for a split second you almost believed he was just a normal boy asking you on a date. For a split second, you forgot that he was a one thousand year old mass murderer. For a split second, you could see yourself being that boy's friend… or maybe even something more.

But that second was over as swiftly as it had begun.

You threw your head back and laughed. "Man, what did I do to get your attention? I mean, really! What's got you so determined?"

Kol shrugged, but didn't let go of your hand. He laced your fingers together, holding your joined hands close to his chest, and smiled pleasantly. "Well, I've always liked pretty little things with sharp tongues and when I asked you to dance, you did nothing but insult me… repeatedly," He said. You snorted and tried to fight the smile that threatened to make itself known. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and quick witted. How could I fail to notice a creature like that? Honestly, I'm baffled as to how no one's snatched you up yet."

"My dad's shotgun tends to discourage anyone from trying," You supplied over the rain.

"Ah! Well, I'm not so easily discouraged!" Kol smirked. His thumb stroked over your knuckles absentmindedly and you enjoyed the sensation far more than you should have. "So, would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?"

"Nope." You shook your head. Kol's face fell. "But I'd let you buy me a cup of coffee tomorrow morning."

He froze, blinking, then a boyish grin made its way into his face as he bit his lip, nodding. "Coffee it is then… How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Sounds great," You admitted.

"Will I need to help you sneak out?" He wondered, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you jump out your window, I promise I'll catch you," He offered, raising his brows quickly.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?"

"You're lucky I'm trusting you enough to get coffee. Don't push it."

"Understood."

Tagging: @yn-ymn-yln @r13mar @rootbeerfaygo @iiskittles16ii @fandomrulesall-blog @dark-night-sky-99 @railingsofsorrow @apolloroid @thatweirdoleigh @misswe03 @eat-cake @felinegrate @trikigirl271 Hey there, people of the internet! If you want on or off the tag list for this series and/or all my other works, just send me a DM to let me know! And if Tumblr won't let me tag you, I'll just send you a friendly DM reminder at your request. Thanks for reading!

546 notes · View notes

hanayori89 · 1 year

Text

No Woman Beyond (Honeymoon Edition)

A/N: If you don't like sex content- this is not your chapter! You have been forewarned.

It was easy to see how one could get lost here.

You had your arms fastened securely around Link's waist, as he directed Epona through the Gerudo Desert. A thin piece of wood acted as a plank connecting you to the main bridge that led to the fortress. Epona maneuvered in a poised fashion over the plank. She began to pick up speed once you crossed over it. Within a few seconds, Link directed her to a halt as you approached the fortress. Upon your arrival you were taken aback by the fortresses' deserted state.

"Link, aren't there supposed to be guards? Or prisoners?" You couldn't help but feel a chill run through you at the vision of the desolate fortress. It also wasn't helping that the sun was setting. The desert can be quite chilly when nighttime approaches. Why would Link choose this as the first stop on your honeymoon tour of Hyrule?

Link dismounted Epona and held his hand up to you. As you took his hand and began to swing your legs around to jump off, Link took you in his arms, catching you instead. His body was the perfect shield against the dropping temperature. He held you for a moment without saying anything, until he unwillingly pulled away. "Thank you... for saying yes. I know that you may see that as silly. All I can think about is all the things that could have scared you away. Now you're here with me and-" a hint of red began to poke through his cheeks, "I want to show you my gratitude."

You couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. The fiery Link from the contest inconspicuously buried beneath awkward Link, who stood before you unsure. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a reassuring gesture. You saw his insecurities poking through much like your own had. You wanted to do anything you could to quell them. They didn't deserve a place in the bed you'd be sharing from now on. "Link, we were friends before we were lovers. There isn't a single thought in that reserved head of yours that could ever have scare me away from you. Although... " You began to dart your eyes around frantically. "Just reassure me there are no prisoners waiting inside to get me."

"There will be only one prisoner inside." His ambiguous statement was marked by a lusty drop of his voice. This was the hero you were waiting for. The one that practically ravaged your neck in front of all of Hyrule without a second thought.

"What did you do?"

He grabbed your hand, ushering you along inside the fortress. "Let's just say that Nabooru felt indebted to me because of my help with the Spirit Temple. While there wasn't a single thing I wanted in return, I did run this idea by her. She was more than accommodating. All of the prisoners and guards have been evacuated. They will be staying at the Spirit Temple until tomorrow."

You entered the western part of the fortress, where Link and you entered a tower. You knew this tower from his story of when he was captured by the Gerudo guards. Of course, you never understood why they wouldn't have barred the windows. Or stripped him of his stuff. Nevertheless, Link escaped and actually earned appraisal from the Gerudos for his remarkable craft.

You could make out the faint outline of the setting sun beyond the window. The marble interior of the fortress amplified the chill in the desert air. Link noticed, wrapping you into his arms. "I brought blankets. Although, I have a few activities that will keep us both warm." He whispered into your neck. His voice cut off by the sound of his panting breath. You felt the warmth that radiated from his body leave your side, his breathy whispers becoming further away.

"Y/N."

You turned around only to see Link swiftly draw his sword from his back. Your breath hitched as the cool blade rested on your clavicle. In one hurried motion, he cut the straps of your dress.

"Link!"

The animalistic gaze from when you spoon fed him in the contest returned. Warmth and excitement surged through you, erasing how frigid you felt moments ago. You stood astounded at how quick Link could flip his character. A thrill shot through you then. Even though he was Link, your best friend; he was also the freaking Hero of Time. You watched with surreptitious longing as he returned from each temple, more masculine than the last. The journey he undertook truly had evolved him into a man. There was a dirty little secret you held close to your chest. You hadn't actually wanted Link to teach you how to shoot. You simply wanted to feel his body next to yours. You wanted to feel the body you dreamt of lying next to each night. The body that made you squirm in your sheets with desire. Now you were about to bare yourself in the rawest way possible for him to devour.

"Undress." Link's voice was sharper than the blade he held at you.

The impish side of you came out. You ignored the throbbing that began in between your legs. "And if I don't?"

"Who's holding the sword here?"

You glanced downward, letting your eyes settle on the now clearly visible erection beneath his tunic. Then it all became clear. You knew exactly what Link's angle was and goddesses did you enjoy it. You continued to let your eyes linger upon his powerful hard on. Despite his confident demeanor, Link couldn't fool you as his cheeks began to redden. You decided to play along.

"I suppose you do."

You took the bunched fabric you held up over your breasts, gracefully letting it slide down. The fabric lay loosely, a divine halo emphasizing your hips. Link sucked his breath in, not completely sure you weren't a mirage. "So much better in person." Link whispered.

The response caught you off guard. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The error of Link's words caught up to him. "I-I what I meant to say was-" Link knew he would have to tell the truth. He scratched the back of his neck in a nervous tick you recognized from his youth. "Remember when I showed you the lens of truth?" His voice seemed to dip at the word 'truth.'

"Yes..." You arched your eyebrow upward not liking where this was going.

"I may have inadvertently... seen underneath your clothing with it."

You stomped your foot in response. "Inadvertently? You've already seen me naked?" Link fluttered his baby blues at you, a waggish grin forming beneath them. "I needed something to think about when I was alone. You know-"

"That's why you were awkward with me!" You realized you couldn't even blame him. You'd have done the same if the lens of truth was in your possession. "Well, it seems we'll have to get even then. Won't we Mr. Hero?"

You let your hands fall to your breasts. You massaged their voluptuous tissue before you stopped at your nipples, letting your thumbs graze across them. They hardened in front of Link. You didn't fight against the moan that slid from your throat. You moved your hands downward to the dress that lay on your hips. "Drop your sword and I'll drop the rest of my gown."

Link did as he was told, the stoic hero now officially buried. His eyes shamelessly roamed every curve of your body. You slid your gown down, standing in your f/c panties. The scraps of setting sun in the dungeon flirted with the now nude image of your body. You weren't sure if it was the desert air or the fact you now belonged to Link, but you felt intoxicated.

"You look like a goddess." Link whispered as his eyes met your face in disbelief. "I've waited so long. I must have you." He took a few steps toward you only to be greeted by your hand blocking his way. You grabbed both his hands, meshing your body against his. You kissed him with unbridled vigor. Licking, sucking and teasing him until you felt his back hit the marble wall. You had him where you wanted him. You pulled away, only to yank his head back, running a trail of your saliva down his throat. His hat fell, revealing his tousled ponytail underneath.

"Enough playing around!" He hissed in a throaty tone. Before he could overpower you and pull you back into him; you picked up the sword he dropped.

"Now who's holding the sword?"

Link couldn't help but give you an amused smile. "Clever. I'd expect nothing less from my wife."

"I bet you wouldn't expect this either." You decided to take delight in torturing him. You both waited years, what would a few more minutes matter. You took the tip of the sword's hilt, caressing it with a flick of your tongue.

"Wh-what are you-" Link fell to his knees. You kept ravaging the hilt with your tongue. Little strings of saliva dribbled down it, glimmering beneath the desert dusk. You peered at Link, meeting his gaze before you took the hilt fully into your mouth. You began to bob your head up and down slowly, refusing to break eye contact. Link began to writhe his body in discomfort. He adjusted his erection, letting out a small whimper as he attempted to fix it.

You continued your erotic fellatio session only to become distracted by Link's increased fidgeting. "Y/N, I'm hurting. Please." You pulled your mouth off the hilt giving it a small, wet kiss on the tip. You dropped the sword and stood above Link. You took your hand, cupping his chin and forcing his face upward. "Did I just hear the hero surrender?"

Link buried his face into your stomach, kissing and biting the flesh on your lower abdomen. He mumbled into your skin," You just heard the hero trick you." He grabbed both of your wrists as you fought against his grip. He leapt up, grabbing your lips between his thin, hardened ones. You became lost to the rhythm of his tongue working itself in and out of your mouth. Suddenly, an itchy band cuffed your wrists. He had tricked you, indeed. Your wrists were now bound together by a rope that he single-handedly tied about them.

"When I'm through with you, you'll be the one begging." He warned into your ear. "Get on your knees." The brash demands resumed where they had left off. You did as you were told. You felt wetness accumulate in your panties. You needed some type of friction. Some type of relief.

Link grabbed a blanket, setting it beneath you. He rolled it up into a pillow. "Lie down." He helped adjust your body to the blanket, resting your head on the pillow he created. He laid on top of you, besides his hat, he was still fully clothed. His lips swallowed yours in a few sweet maneuvers. Then he kissed your forehead, looking into your eyes. You could feel his cock through his pants as the weight of his body pinned you down. You gently rocked your hips against him, grateful for the liberation of pleasure. Until Link pulled his body off you. "Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, greedy girl."

He submerged you with kisses from your lips, down your neck until he hit your breasts. The fabric of the chafed gauntlet still on his hands as he rubbed your breasts until they felt swollen. Goddesses, how you wanted to fill the fortress with your moans. As if by telepathy, Link got into your ear, "I purposely had this place evacuated. There isn't a soul here but us. There's no reason for you to hold back." Then with a gentle nibble of your earlobe, he resumed kneading your breasts. Your nipples stood pert; Link's lips continued to roam any bare piece of your flesh he could discover. Until finally he swooped in, allowing himself a deliberate suckle of your nipple.

"Oh!" You couldn't help but flounder beneath him in ecstasy. His eyes met yours and he released his grip on your nipple. "I've discovered a weakness." He gave you a slick grin before he continued pillaging your nipples with his lips.

"Link! I-" You helplessly pressed your legs together. Anything to relieve the aching in between them. He was flagrant with the loud suckling noises that he made. He took momentary lulls where he would just moan into your skin and stare at you adoringly. Between the pressure you created by rubbing your legs together, the barrage of nibbling on your breasts; you felt a wave of immense pleasure seize you.

"LINK!" He ignored your cries. He mashed your breasts together while gazing at you beneath his lashes. "Mmmm," he took turns doting on each nipple with his tongue. That was the move that really sent you over the edge.

"OH! GODESSES!" You began to lurch forward from the orgasm that rocked throughout your body.

Link stopped his erotic task, leveling himself eye to eye with you. "Did you just come?

Your head hung over the rolled-up blanket. Your hair surrounded you in a pool of h/c. Your eyes were closed as you continued to regain composure. Your chest continued to balloon in and out from the immense panting you were doing.

"Did I give you permission to come?" Link pulled himself up to your shoulder, clasping some of your flesh between his teeth. The sudden impact of his teeth made you gasp with delight.

"First, you make me wait at my own competition. Then, you decide you'll just come without me. Is that anyway to treat your husband who saved Hyrule?"

The mock pity party made you giggle. You realized he was waiting for you to taunt him some more. You secretly loved the fact that even during sex you both had such a strong bond you could joke around. It helped ease your apprehension.

"The type of hero I need is one who will alleviate all my arousals."

"Ah, I see." Link knotted your hair in between his fingers as he massaged your scalp. He gave your hair a slight tug, pulling your head back. The delicate skin of your neck on display as he circled his nose into the crook of it and began to murmur. "So, the type of hero your body needs... would he do something like this?"

You felt his fingers rub the outside of your panties. Even though you just came, you couldn't resist the whines that escaped. "Link... mmm" You gyrated your hips to meet the pace of his fingers. He lowered his face in between your legs, letting ragged little breaths tickle your clit. You knew what was coming next. You knew you had no chance of winning this round either.

Link took his teeth, pulling at your panties and smoothly tugged them down. Once he had them around your knees, he grew impatient. He snatched them off with his hands, leaving your legs open and on display.

"Goddesses, I've imagined this for the longest time." He began to strum your clit like he was playing an instrument. The noises you made eluded you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your wetness filled the uninhabited fortress.

You ruffled his hair in between your fingers. You tried to gently direct his tongue to soak up some of your juice, but he just continued to watch you writhe beneath his fingers. "Do you want to come again?" Link asked as he continued to diligently play with you.

You didn't respond. You simply moaned, raising your hips up into the air to meet his fingers and go deeper inside of you. "If you guess the song I play, then I will reward you. Heavily."

You lied still, utterly confused by what he meant. Was he really going to just stop fingering you and play his ocarina? Then the warmth of his tongue slid itself up and down your pussy. You howled at the contact you so patiently were waiting for. You noticed he seemed to flick his tongue in directions. It dawned on you then, he was etching musical notes inside of you with his tongue. His tongue pressed into you, then it stroked your clit downwards, then upwards.

He continued this torturous stride. Meanwhile, all you could think about was sweet release.

In, down, up. In, down, up.

"The song of storms." You murmured as you pulled another tuft of his hair with your hand.

He pulled away, an appreciative glare in his eyes. He gave you a slight nod of affirmation. "So, you have been paying attention. Do you know why I chose that song?" You had a feeling this was going to be corny.

He got up, finally removing his tunic. He took each gauntlet off, letting them hit the floor. He continued to take off the remaining articles of clothing. You watched him, transfixed on the scars scattered around his body. You forgot he had asked you a question.

"I'm not sure I want to know." He stood in his boxers, before he gently slid them off. There were no longer any secrets between you. The image of his cock ruptured every single fantasy you've ever had about it. You felt your lower abdomen cramp in response to it. Then you decided you shouldn't be surprised. He was Hylia's chosen hero. And chosen he so apparently was. He held his hand out to you, lifting you off of the cold, dungeon floor.

Your wrists still tied together; he guided you to one of the walls. Retaining his chivalry, he moved your hair away from your neck. He gently pushed your body against the wall. Your nipples hardened as they felt the frigid marble against them. You could feel him rub your ass with his hands. He leaned in close, his hot breath warm against your ear. "I chose that song because I'm so proud I can harness the power to make you that wet." You knew he was going to say something corny.

He gave your ass a swift smack, taking your breath away. "OH! What was that for?"

"I'm still pissed you made me wait so long in the competition." You felt him caress the spot he spanked with his cock. You could feel warm, pre-cum ooze on your skin.

"Y/N." He sweetly kissed the side of your neck. "It's my turn to come." He thrusted himself into you from behind, catching you off guard. There was no build up. Each thrust was forceful and calculated. Whereas you were demure with your moans, Link had no indignity. He fluctuated from expletives one minute to loving mantras the next.

"I want to penetrate you!" He blurted out. You thought of Zelda and the comment about producing an heir. You were certain with the speed and voracity in which he was fucking you, an heir was imminent.

The sound of your flesh continued clapping together over the silent sand dunes that surrounded you. You couldn't hold out for much longer. He slowed his pace, only to release a hard smack on your ass again. Your skin slightly raw from the abrasion.

"I'm not Epona. Although, I'd say you ride her a lot better than me."

You knew the challenge was enough to send him over the edge. He gruffly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, fucking you savagely. You didn't know another Hylian could possess such wicked strength. He licked the side of your throat, murmuring inaudible phrases into your flesh as he bit it.

You arched your back slightly more so that his cock would slide and hit your pussy. Both of you exploded in a moan as the orgasm began to peak through both of your bodies like a flicker of sunlight in the dark cell.

"OH, Link. I'm, I-" With a hollow grunt you felt semen began to seep inside of you. He continued to thrust until every little drop was expelled from him. Your knees began to buckle from orgasm, and you felt yourself begin to drop down. Link grabbed you, pulling you up into his arms and cradling your head into his chest. He rained kisses on the top of your head as he rocked you in his arms.

"There isn't a woman in Hyrule or beyond that could satiate me like you do." He whispered above you. "So, now you've seen who the Hero of Time really is. I don't know what came over me. Just ever since I saw you at the competition I-"

"Link. It's okay. We both felt the same thing. For a long time, I might add." You traced one of his scars with your finger. The thought creeping back in that you just had sex, in the Gerudo fortress, with the Hero of Time. "You're definitely the hero my body needs."

You looked up at him and he smiled warmly down at you. "Let's get you warm." He whispered into your lips as he dove in for one more kiss.

You both settled into each other's arms. Sleep began to force your eyes closed. That is until Link interrupted," I can't wait until you see what I have planned in Lake Hylia."

Your eyes shot open as you looked at Link. "What do you have planned?" The only answer he gave you was the sound of him snoring.

You guessed you wouldn't find out what delicious torture lie ahead until you got to Lake Hylia.

Wattpad with other fanfics listed below 👇🏻

#legend of zelda #link #loz #link x reader #ocarina of time #romance #fanfiction #smutty #smutwarning #wattpad #zelda ocarina of time #loz oot #oot link #zelda oot

82 notes · View notes

dykepuffs · 6 months

Text

Got reminded about Tinkatink-Tinkatuff-Tinkaton today and just... Christ.

I thought we were better now about slurs and accidental* racism in media, even media that we like?

But there's a Pokemon that is known for stealing scrap metal and getting into fights, that's so hostile that public services can't run in areas where it congregates, it's moveset in all forms starts with "Pickpocket" - And call it "Tink" - That feels like too many coincidences, all around the nucleus of the stereotypes of Nawken, Scottish Gypsy Travellers, Mincéirs or Irish Travellers, Romany Gypsies and Romani people as a whole.

(Note on language use: I'm using Traveller with a capital T throughout this, to mean collectively the nomadic peoples of the UK and Ireland, which includes both Romani and non-Romani people. Mincéirs are an Indigenous people of Ireland who also live in significant numbers in the UK, and Nawken are a nomadic Scottish people with distinct culture and language different to settled Scots language and Scottish people)

First: "Tink" and "Tinker" is a common slur for Travellers and especially for Nawken and Mincéirs in the UK and Ireland, especially in Scotland, Ireland and Northern England. It comes from the historic profession of tinsmithing - mostly cold-working tin and sheet metal to make small items like water jugs and plates - Which is an archetypal "traditional Traveller profession". It's not the kind of slur that anyone particularly reclaims, especially "Tink", and is still very much a modern term of abuse that usually presages violence.

It's still used innocuously as a verb- Like "He tinkers with old radios and classic cars" but it's not something that can be used as a noun, calling someone "a tinker" or even more so "a tink" is unambiguously offensive and a term of racial abuse. Old white people might call a mischievous small child "a little tinker" but that is in the same way as white people will say "a little sa*age" - they're saying "This child is like the Uncivilised (racialised) People" (Closely related- This is also why I have zero sense of humour about white gorjers describing themselves as "feral" in any context - Unless you have actually been the focus of a moral panic about "feral kids" then please, don't)

(Also, yes, Tinkerbell is a somewhat dodgy name. Who would have thought that the same racist Scottish guy who wrote awful stereotypes of Native Americans and First Nations people into his fantasy might also use a term of abuse along with common racist tropes about Nawken - That they're angry, tricksters, and nebulously magical-mystical - in creating another character, and then Disney the notably racist corporation that made the notably racist adaptation of the book just kept it.)

Common stereotypes in the UK and Ireland of Travellers is that we're violent, and thieves, and especially that we steal scrap metal and live in scrapyards, or that our trailers are always surrounded by scrap metal and fly-tipped rubbish. Ambulances, fire engines, and notably taxis often refuse to attend to Traveller sites. Common stereotypes of Travellers everywhere, and especially of Roma, is that we're pickpockets.

From Bulbapedia's Tinkaton article:

"Tinkaton is intelligent and has a reckless personality. It swings its hammer at rocks to send them into the sky, aiming to hit flying corviknight. This Pokémon will also steal anything that it wants and take it back to its dwelling. It has been observed using its hammer like a bed to sleep on."

And from the violet pokedex:

The hammer tops 220 pounds, yet it gets swung around easily by Tinkaton as it steals whatever it pleases and carries its plunder back home.

From Wikipedia's Tinkaton article:

Highly intelligent and daring, they steal items to bring back to their lair, while using their hammer to launch projectiles at their natural prey, the flying Pokémon Corviknight. As a result of this predatory behavior, Corviknight has been unable to provide a taxi service to humans within the region where Tinkaton is found.

From the scarlet and violet pokedex entries for Tinkatuff:

This Pokémon will attack groups of Pawniard and Bisharp, gathering metal from them in order to create a large and sturdy hammer.

These Pokémon make their homes in piles of scrap metal. They test the strength of each other's hammers by smashing them together.

I don't have a great conclusion just it's annoying to see all the talk of Tinkaton being a fan-favourite whilst totally missing the really unfortunate implications of the name, which get worse when paired with the description.

Small Edit: The reason this has made me so miserable today was hearing about a friend's son, who is 8 or 9, and Nawken, and who'd been playing pokemon at school this week with his classmates and they somehow got it into their heads to start calling him Tinkatink and leaving crushed cans and forks and stuff in his desk. Little kids like nothing more than finding a loophole that lets them say a Bad Word (see also "But miss, I was just calling her a female dog! And was asking if her cat smelled bad! I wanted to know what CUNTry he was from hahaha" etc) and this seems to have fallen into the loophole.

#tinkaton #tinkatuff #tinkatink #pokemon

23 notes · View notes

owliellder · 7 months

Text

Music Recs (for writing)

I thought it would be fun to make a post of the type of music I listen to when I'm writing while also providing music recommendations cause i love finding new music myself. obviously I'll add more as I go along

I use music to help with feelings (like angst, love, fluff, etc) since I struggle conveying those naturally and I only really use apple music because spotify has always evaded me, so I'm literally just going to write each song and then link it on youtube 😭

also heads up, my music taste is EVERYWHERE so there is no rhyme or reason to any of this

Fluff/Happy Mix:

Fall On Me by R.E.M.

Fresh by Daft Punk

Keep Feeling Fascination by The Human League

Around and Around by John Denver

Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits

Feel It All Around by Washed Out (don't mind me, just adding Washed Out's entire discography here)

You'll See It by Washed Out

Angst:

Veridis Quo by Daft Punk

Face to Face by Daft Punk

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

It's Raining Again by Supertramp

Take The Long Way Home by Supertramp

Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol

Goodbye Again by John Denver

Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve (this is a very specific type of angst I feel)

Belong by Washed Out

Phone Call by Washed Out (this version of the song can only be found on youtube)

You and I by Washed out (again, this specific version is only on youtube)

Clap Intro by Washed Out

What Once Was by Hers

Just Wait Til Next Year by John Maus

Sprawling Idiot Effigy by Nero's Day at Disneyland (I do not suggest you listen to this one unless experimental music is your thing cause I tend to listen to Nero's Day at Disneyland when I am too under-stimulated to write)

(In) Love:

Love Story (Instrumental) by Lana Del Ray (I put this on loop for hours it's such a beautiful instrumental)

Digital Love by Daft Punk

Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Linger by The Cranberries

Annie's Song by John Denver

The ENTIRE Paracosm album by Washed Out (trust me on this one it all flows as one song)

Eyes Be Closed by Washed Out

Amor Fati by Washed Out

Everything in You by Adventure Time (ft Half Shy) (the Fionna and Cake series ruined me)

Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues, London Festival Orchestra

Baby I'm Yours by Cass Elliot

Stay by Oingo Boingo

Spice 😈:

not a lot of this yet since i tend to listen to my BG music when writing smut

Lose Yourself to Dance by Daft Punk

Make Love by Daft Punk

Hurt/Comfort:

Something About Us by Daft Punk

Instant Crush by Daft Punk (ft. Julian Casablancas) (I really like Daft Punk)

Why (12" Version) by Carly Simon

Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Back Home Again by John Denver

Poems, Prayers, and Promises by John Denver (I also really like John Denver)

Kids by MGMT

The Ghost Inside by Broken Bells

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

Luck by Washed Out

Far Away by Washed Out

Fly Away by John Denver

General Scene Building/BG:

now this is my favorite part since these are what I use most often when writing. you can pick out obvious tone indicators here in the titles 😭

a way i've learned to tap into certain feelings for when i'm writing is by using my own feelings on personal experiences, so a lot of these playlists i'm linking I have a lot of personal connection to (also because they're all so damn specific)

you're inside the last memories of a dying person (playlist) by nobody

you're an astronaut lost in space (playlist) by nobody

i feel like i've been here before (playlist) by nobody

|| nobody here || Silent Hill fog core playlist by Armand Tormo

February 22, 2001 - A liminal playlist by Dan

recalling moments of a christmas that never happened (playlist) by nobody

you're visiting the grave of an old friend while remembering the moments you spent together (playlist) by nobody

you found a place where spring is eternal (playlist) by nobody

you're staring at the ceiling while creating romanticized stories in your head (playlist) by nobody

you're walking under the golden trees watching the melancholic leaves dancing in the air (playlist) by nobody

Lost in the Poolrooms (a visual vaporwave mix) by K1K1n

Music for Vibin' on Jupiter's Hydrogen Sea (vaporwave mix) by olimar124

Unknown Songs (Lost Media Comp.) by Christopher Cherigo (one of my hyperfixations is unknown songs lololol)

21 notes · View notes

illarian-rambling · 8 days

Text

Thanks for the tag @elsie-writes!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

What is your favorite song?

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

What is your favorite type of weather?

I'll answer for the core MG cast :)

1. What is your favorite song?

Astra: "I mean, I'll listen to whatever I can snatch from the recordin' rune I stuck in the Yewbury Concert Hall, but gods a'mighty, I love it when they bring some dwarven brass bands through there. They just sound so alive! I don't know the title a' that one number I listened to a lil' while back, but damn it stuck with me." (Norwegian Wood by Buddy Rich Big Band)

Mashal: "I kind of just listen to whatever Astra plays through her recording rune. She's partial to swing music, but I don't know, I really like some of those classic Janazi symphonies. Siren music is really good too, but it's rare that any of that gets played outside of Unity. Probably my favorite is the one with all the strings. So specific, I know, but I never remember the titles." (Gypsy Melodies, Op. 55, B. 104: IV. Songs My Mother Taught Me by Antonín Dvořák, Kian Soltani)

Ivander: "Francis Unity's debut piece. He's a true musical genius of our time, combining dwarvwn rhythms with a siren style. I saw him once in concert. That's not a day I'll soon forget." (Glad to be Unhappy by Paul Desmond)

2. Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

Astra: "I like weird stories. Gimme somethin' that makes me go 'What the fuck just happened there?' and I'll be happier than a pig in shit."

Mashal: "I like happy endings. Yes, I'm boring, I know, but isn't the world sad enough? I like reading about people overcoming incredible odds because it makes me feel like I could do that too."

Ivander: "Give me a twisted story. One where no one is in the right and everyone has dirty secrets. I like to see if I can figure out the ending before it happens. Let's call that keeping my detective skills sharp."

3. What is your favorite type of weather?

Astra: "I love the power of a good, mean thunderstorm! My Extraordinaire can make it through anything, so I don't gotta worry about bein' safe, I just get to enjoy those big thunder cracks and the noise a' rain. I sleep like a baby when it's stormin' outside."

Mashal: "I like anything that isn't rain. Rust drives me insane, so I always hide inside when it's wet out."

Ivander: "A nice, windless day will do for me. I'm also not a fan of the rain, and my curse always gets worse when a storm rolls in."

I'll tag @reininginthefirewriting @goodluckclove @sergeantnarwhalwrites @undeadcas and anyone else who wants in :)

Your questions:

Do you have any allergies?

What's something you're jealous of?

What's your best trait?

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #oc questions

10 notes · View notes