#howlin' for you questions

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.

#i really don't mind writing male reader stuff it's just not my default with cod for some reason #but i never imagine myself as my reader-inserts so it doesn't change much for me lol #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #male reader #bo writes

[fannyspammy]

We’re Okay

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: y/n & Adam disagree for the first time

Warnings: none ! just fluff :)

A/N: fifth part to the Firsts series! Sorry it took me so long to get the next part up! Had a super busy week :/ If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a oneshot tho!)

taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest @joeysjaskier

[not my gif]

Adam loved everything y/n loved. Half because she was the one who introduced him to most things, and half because y/n just had good taste.

He loved all the different food she introduced him to, the books, the movies, the music. You listened to just about anything — classic crooners, r&b, pop throwbacks, show tunes.. you name it! Naturally, Adam listened to just about anything as well, but his favourites always featured a strong guitar.

Y/n nodded her head to the beat as The Black Keys filled her ears. They were one of her favourite groups, and one of the few she’d seen perform live on Terra before finding herself in space.

She was stretched over the couch, feet up on the arm rest on the side farthest from her, singing softly along to Everlasting Light.

“In me you can confide.. When no ones by your side.. Let me be your everlasting light.”

Adam walked in, cold drink in hand. “What’ya listenin’ to?” Y/n removed one of her earbuds and held it out for him to take. She retracted her legs to allow him to sit, and he pulled them back over his lap once he was settled in his spot. Taking the earbud, Adam immediately recognized the song and nodded his head in approval. Placing his drink on the coffee table, he leaned back into the pillows behind him, and they sat in contentment, singing along and creating actions to lyrics.

As the song ended, the rhythmic intro to Howlin’ For You began. “Oh, I love this one!” Adam stated. “Dan Auerbach.. what a legend.”

Y/n agreed, retelling the time she saw him live in concert. “His guitar solos were insane. Definitely my favourite guitarist.”

“Second favourite, you mean,” Adam said, shrugging lightly. Y/n raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question. “After Adrian Belew, right?”

“Oh, I mean, he’s great, but Auerbach is still my favourite.”

Adam stared at her like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of her mouth.

“You’re joking right? Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time!”

Y/n shrugged. “I dunno, I love his stuff too, but I think I just prefer the blues-y rock vibes over a lot of Adrian’s experimental stuff.”

Adam’s mouth was slightly agape now. “Oh c’mon. Oh Daddy? Pretty Pink Rose? I mean, the man played with David Bowie!” He was sitting up now, sharp eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hands out with his palms up in a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ manner.

Y/n sat up too, sensing more tension than she thought was necessary for such a trivial topic. “Babe, chill. So I don’t think Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time, so what? Why is it such a big deal to you?”

The golden man stood up now, throwing his hands down to his sides as he did. Her legs slid off his lap as he walked away from the couch, pacing a few steps away before turning around to face her again.

“Why isn’t it a bigger deal to you? How can you not think he’s the greatest guitarist of all time? He’s so clearly unmatched!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why is it so hard to accept that I prefer Auerbach’s style? I’m not saying Adrian isn’t great, it’s just personal preference! When it comes to the experimental stuff I can only listen in small doses. I prefer alternative. Why is that such a problem for you?”

“Because we always like the same things!” He shouted. Y/n was taken by surprise, eyebrows raised in shock before her expression softened into a more curious one. Adam sighed, rubbing his temple with his palm as he sat back down on the edge of the couch. “We… I always like everything you’ve shown me. Everything. I mean, I don’t think I’ve disagreed with you once since we met. What if it starts with this — I like Belew and you like Auerbach — and then it becomes other things? And then next thing you know we don’t agree on anything?”

Y/n stared at him intently as he explained himself. He looked like a sad puppy, eyes round and lips in a pout. She stifled a chuckle as she realized what he was saying. Leaning forward, knees bent up to her chest, she placed her hands on his thigh. He looked at where she touched him before looking into her eyes. “Adam, it’s okay for us to disagree!”

He looked at her sheepishly. “It is?”

“Yes, silly,” y/n smiled at him, amused. “It’s sweet that you’re concerned about us growing apart, but every couple disagrees on some things. And usually over more important things than who the best guitarist is.”

Adam relaxed and scooted closer, bringing his hands to rest on the back of her calves. His thumbs rubbed her shins gently. “So.. we’re okay then?”

Y/n smiled. “Yes, you idiot, we’re okay.”

Adam sighed in relief. He adjusted his position so he was resting his head on her knees, an arm hooked around her leg to hug it close to him. Y/n melted at the sight him — a powerful man who could single-handedly bring down an army, so soft and delicate with her.

She brought a hand to his head and stroked through his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead. He snuggled closer at her show of affection and y/n smiled once again.

“We’re okay.”

#gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #adam warlock #gotg v3 #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #marvel #mcu #gotg #will poulter #adam warlock imagine #adamwarlock #adam warlock x reader #will poulter x reader #gotg 3 imagine #will poulter imagine #mcu fanfiction #adrian belew #the black keys

[direwombat]

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once again i am bringing you some werewolf au, first a bit of syb just trying so hard to do her job, and another snippet from jacob's pov of him continuing to be a violent and possessive creep <3 (also just for context, at the start of the first snippet, they're talking about renovations being done to st francis.

“Quite the project you’ve got goin’ here,” she remarks. “How long’ve’ya been workin’ on the place?”

“Couple months,” he answers, but doesn’t offer anything further. 

Jesus, this is gonna be like pullin’ teeth, ain’t it? So, she tries again. “Y’all’ve worked fast,” she hums, pointedly admiring the work done and emphasizing her awe -- give his ego a little stroke. “Good craftsmanship too, by the look of it. Think you’ll finish it all before winter?”

He tilts his chin up, puffing his chest out -- preening ever so slightly at her words. Yeah, that’s what I thought, she thinks. 

“That’s the goal,” he nods. 

But, once again, he doesn’t volunteer any more information. So, she presses once more. “What’re ya gonna do with it once it’s done?”

He pulls to an abrupt stop outside a set of french doors and gives her a stern look and folds his arms over his chest. “Is this pertinent to your investigation, Deputy?”

She blinks, taken a bit back. “Well, no --” 

“Then I’m not obligated to answer that.” He grasps the door’s handle, pushes it open, and steps inside. 

Sybille narrows her eyes, focusing on the point on his back where his shoulder blades meet. “You realize that makes you sound suspicious,” she says evenly, and she follows him into a large office. The walls are covered in renovation plans -- blueprints, schematics, and various paint swatches cover every last inch. Even more documents and plans lay scattered across the desk, and tucked away in the corner is a small cot. The bed has been made, the corners of the worn green blanket are tucked neatly at the corners. Army regulation.

Wonder if he slept here last night?

“And you realize you can’t do a damn thing about it,” he says shortly. “Private property is private property, Deputy. What we do here is our business.” He strides over to the desk and fishes a ring of keys out from one of the top drawers. “Now, if you have any questions that are actually relevant to your investigation, I’d be happy to answer them. You and I both have more important things to do than engage in chit-chat.”Giving the bulk of the keys a little flip around where his finger is hooked through the ring, he walks back over to her and gestures to the door. “After you.” 

Were she a smaller or less hardened woman, she might have been cowed by how he towers over her. There are some people who intimidate as easily as they breathe, and it’s become clear to her that Jacob Seed is just That Kind of man. Even his “after you,” a phrase and gesture that’s so becoming of a Southern Gentleman from Georgia, hides within it a direct order. A command she is expected to obey, lest she break the social parlance.

It’s not a fight worth having, so she nods and shuffles out of the office. The door clicks shut behind the two of them, and they begin walking back towards the courtyard. 

“So,” she tries again, once again falling in step beside him, “how late were you here last night?”

“All night,” he grunts. 

So, he did sleep here last night. “Anyone else with you?” To confirm your alibi? She doesn’t say. 

“No.” 

“You hear anything strange last night?” 

“No,” he repeats. 

She frowns. “What about any wolves howlin’?” 

He glances down at her from the corner of his eye and snorts. “This is wolf country, Deputy. I hear wolves around here nightly. It’d be strange if I didn’t hear them howling.”

“How about screamin’? Or gunshots goin’ off?”

“Do you know what a mountain lion sounds like, Deputy?” Jacob asks. 

“Pardon?”

“If you don’t know what you’re hearing, the call of a mountain lion sounds a lot like a human scream. Most accounts of people claiming a forest is haunted because they heard shrieking, are just people hearing mountain lions,” he explains dismissively. 

“Fascinating,” she answers flatly. “Doesn’t answer my question, though.” 

He sighs heavily, as if frustrated that his half-assed question for an answer wasn’t satisfactory to her. “No, Deputy. I didn’t hear any screaming or gunshots last night.” 

and a bonus jakey pov of him continuing to be creepy <;e3

As tempted as he is to give the Deputy the run around -- to see just how fast and far she’d run to catch him -- she doesn’t give him the option to. Her cruiser’s front bumper never strays more than a few feet of his own back one, making it explicitly clear that she isn’t just going to let him take off with the beast currently held on the bed of his truck. 

Besides, after smelling the shift in her scent when he picked the Feral up and carried it to his truck, he decided that playing nice, at least for the time being, would give him what he wants. The quickening of her pulse and the sweet, albeit suppressed smell of her arousal at his display of strength told him everything he needed to know. She’ll deny it -- loyal women like her always will -- but there’s a part of her that’s drawn to him. 

She likes that he’s strong. 

Picking up a dead body is nothing, his Wolf salivates. Let her see what we could do to Eli. Show her how strong we really are.

His grip around the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles turn white and he glances at his rear-view mirror. She’s driving with one hand on the wheel while her other arm is draped through her open window, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. Do it, the Wolf urges. We know where he lives. We can end this little problem right now. His fingers move of their own accord and he barely catches himself before subconsciously flipping his signal to turn back north. 

No, he barks back. She’s human and has human sensibilities. She wouldn’t react to the normal mating rituals the same way a fellow werewolf would. He needs to be patient. Careful. If he’s going to pursue her, he has to treat it more akin to a hunt, rather than a courtship. He needs to lure her out; get her to trust him so that when she gets injured or frightened she comes running to him rather than Eli -- he needs to prove to her that he can protect and provide for her. 

It isn’t enough to force her to be his. He needs her to choose him over Eli. Her submission to him needs to be voluntary. That way, when he finally does destroy the Hunter, he’ll do it in every way conceivable. He’ll break his spirit first, then his body. Maybe he’ll claim her in front of him. Just to see the betrayed look in his eyes when Jacob kills the love he thought he had. Just to make him hear how his dear, sweet Deputy howls like a bitch in heat, begging him to bury his knot inside her cunt and fill her with his pups.

Eli Palmer will die a humiliated and broken man.

His Wolf makes a low, pleased growl and is placated by the thought. Fine. The sheep suit can stay on, for now.

#wip wednesday #jakey's internal monologue is so funny #syb gets a little flustered watching him hoist a large animal over his shoulders like it's nothing #and jakey goes 'oh yeah. she wants me :)' #wip: the horror and the wild #still aiming for a halloween post for ch 1 but that's the optimistic goal #i've got like...four and a half scenes left to write. #which i might be able to accomplish if i hustle #but anyway. wip be upon ye

[ricinbach]

howlin' for you. | chapter 3 - and away she ran

when pure fear hit, there was only one way to run. The Wolf Among Us - Bigby Wolf x reader

Click, click.

Left, right. Another left. And another click.

The familiar sound of your heels hitting the worn-out concrete blocks, a memorized rhythm that was etched onto your routine for the past years. The spritzes of perfume evaporating slowly off of the radiant, smooth skin, mixing in with the usual combination of cigarette smoke, back alley grease and the city air.

It was just another Friday at the job.

Freshly painted lips wrapped around the thin cigarette between your fingers - a hungry drag of the killer nicotine running down your throat, smoke exiting out in a huff as you exhaled. The dress of choice had been a relatively innocent white halter top that night, clearly contrasting the atmosphere in which you had to throw yourself in for the time being. The cleavage ran low, it always did. It was just the way they preferred it.

Now that you had thought of it, it made the pretty little ribbon stand out even more.

It made cold, ice cold shivers run down your spine in the heatwave that disipated off into the night.

Everything will be alright. In and out, only for half an hour.

The fading gleam of the city lights, apartments flickering back to darkness one by one at the ungodly hour turned themselves into the pink and purple hues. High streetlights beaming down over you, dark and purple shadows following your graceful stride, a practiced one after too many nights spent on those high stilettos.

Yet how many more nights would you have to spend like this, so that you could get out of that damned club's employee list? Find a way to untangle that bow and not face the consequences? It had been a question looming, rippling and bubbling in your mind for the past too many years - somewhat motivating you, and sometimes, simply draining any life that was left within you. But that night, that one particular night, there was something new within - some sort of indescribable feeling of anxiety combined by both the fear and excitement of the unknown.

Freedom.

The mere thought of it making shivers run down your spine, those of comfort and excitement all combined within. If only your legs could take you far, far away, far enough to get out of the confinements of the spells binding your tongue. So close, yet so far. Tied to the brink of your very being by a literal piece of thread - the pink bow.

You will be just fine.

This appointment was one that came out of nowhere, not that it had been unusual to have a couple of those sometimes - there were a lot of people willing to request services on a whim up in Fabletown, and frankly, while you had been relatively new to the hellhole of a club, it made good money. That must have been why you hesitated a bit less than usual when Vivian gave you a very rushed call asking you to go to the motel right away - not that you had a choice anyway.

The night was just starting as you stood in front of the decrepit motel, lit under the streetlights that threatened to give out into the purple hues of neon darkness any minute. The crackling sign over you as the cigarette was swiftly extinguished on the floor under the sole, the wooden door creaking as the six-inch heels carried you inside with accustomed ease.

Loud, ethereal music coming from up above surrounded your senses as you took confident steps towards the little front desk, the smell of cigarettes, flesh and potent perfume all around the wretched motel. The phone that had been broken for a damn long time with no one to fix it, was dangling off the holder as the metal cord swayed gently in the leftover air - almost mimicking your step’s rhythm. Moans resonated off of the walls when the friction of wood against metal joined - with Beauty appearing behind the space, her lovely and innocent face bearing a genuine smile a striking contrast with the nature of her occupation.

“Hey, love,” she would greet you in her usual choice of sisterly endearment as your lips held a soft smile, a carefully constructed one.

“Have a key?”

A hand swiftly reaching to the side of your bag, you clutched the single key with a label attached on it, clinks echoing. “I do - 207.”

With a small nod, as gracefully as she could in a place like that, let you advance up the stairs leading up to the rooms.

That night, it would later appear the insulation spell running through the walls and doors did their job better than expected.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that awaited behind the closed door.

~

Sheriff Wolf needed a goddamn drink.

There was a very limited handful of things the wolf could truly get to enjoy, leading his particularly demanding lifestyle. Such as the mere promise of the one current constant in his life that was awaiting for him at home, if the pig had not lapped up the last of it - bourbon.

It was no addiction, no, not many substances could induce that type of behavior on a willpower like his. He considered it an established routine if anything - something that he kept coming back to and that he knew would always be there, one that provided him the slightest of comfortable buzzes, lulled him to sleep when no one else would. Just two fingers of the amber liquid every now and then - the sheer feeling of temporary warmth that fell down his parched throat, the lingering taste of honey with notes of caramel and the inherent woody bitterness.

Nights where he got to spend sprawled over his wide-enough armchair, head thrown back in exhaustion, his little tabletop fan a sad excuse for air circulation, knuckes red in fresh cuts with his long fingers loosely wrapped around a questionably clean glass - he felt like he was the luckiest man in the world.

Even when there were tears in his signature faded off-white, once crisp shirt, and blood trickling down on his jaw.

Just another Friday at the job.

It had been a lingering thought of his that maybe the alcohol helped subdue the monster hidden deep within, with the very momentary relaxation sent all over his being in the form of sips. Some sort of a Placebo effect, like the Mundies liked to call it - taking in the drug that essentially did close to nothing to ail the body, and yet, the strong, constructed and desperate belief that it just might made them feel all the better. Something he never understood how until he got to experience it himself.

And now, the very act of the ritual reminded him of his humanity, of who he truly believed he was at the core - not what.

That night, where the moon was so bright in the lingering heatwave, he found himself downing his fifth cup of strong coffee instead of liquor.

Running a hand down his two-day stubble that made him look even more rough around the edges than he already was, a sigh filled out the stuffy air of his small yet functional office, the exact copy of the fan in his apartment not doing much good. That moment, he mentally swore to ask Snow into letting the Woodlands transition to air conditioning, sooner rather than later in that damned heatwave. A long shot by any means - he of all people knew how hard she could be to convince but not impossible, nonetheless.

His body burning like a furnace, a hand would move up to loosen his tie even more, the white fabric parting ever so slightly to liberate taut skin.

A quick glance to the clock would make him sigh once more, this time a more guttural sound - 2:32AM.

A swift rustle of papers and he would find his half-empty pack, tapping it lightly to get a single cigarette as he placed the filtered part in between his lips, the lighter following suit.

A long, hungry drag later, the gray smoke filled his lungs as a huff came next, finally leaning back into his desk chair with the other hand tracing through the numerous files covering his wooden workspace.

How many cases had he gone through for the day? It was a particularly busy one, with the everlasting line at the Business Office which got redirected to his office eventually, most cases of accounts brought in by the Fables demonstrating their innate pettiness - stolen personal artifacts from the Homelands, the usual bar fight over hustling some pool, complaints for the increasing rent at the Luxury Apartments.

Wish they stopped calling it that.

Yet, there was this one report that stood splayed open with the attached file that stood to his eye - not the most recent but new and urgent nonetheless, one that he had been meaning to get to for days.

One of us.

It had been one of them missing, and it killed him to the core that he had not been able to start investigating when it first landed on his desk. That was the way it should have been - a Fable goes missing in an almost alien city that was not theirs to begin with, it should have been the first priority. It would have to override every single other case he was on, making him dedicate anything and everything he had.

Instead, he had to deal with drunken Fables hitting each other as they fought over stupid poker games.

Taking in another drag as his cheeks hollowed with the poison, his amber eyes scanned the papers and clippings attached. Short summary of the police reports would also be included if there were any - their absence, like this one time, was usually a good sign that left Bigby with yet one less thing to worry about.

Among the pictures that Snow clipped neatly over the documents, was a glamored one next to a true form. A certain realization made Bigby’s eyebrows furrow as he instinctively leaned in closer to inspect, blowing the smoke out in a slow exhale. A common choice of accessory in both shots.

A purple ribbon tied tautly around the neck.

Warm liquor was not enough the satiate the worry emancipating in his soul, growing the urge to protect and to find out the truth.

He would have to do either, sooner or later.

As an unexpected knock echoed through his chambers, he wished he could do the latter before having to break someone’s neck.

One hand holding the almost finished cigarette with the last trails of smoke flowing, he opened the creaking door only to find a pair of terrified eyes staring right into his.

#it's been literally 3 years i updated this #twau #the wolf among us #bigby wolf x reader #bigby x reader #bigby wolf

[dibschair]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚: Day One

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕥: Dirty Talk with Bo Sinclair.

CW: Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Degradation.

Minors DNI.

"Quit fucking howlin' like that darlin." Bo huffs into your ear from his position behind you.

  Just seconds before he had been fucking his cock into you at a relentless pace.  His hands digging into your hips, as he took you bent over the work bench of the garage.

He had stilled so abruptly you had nearly cried out in protest, only just barely holding it back as Bo lectures you.

"You want the whole town hearing you, slut?" He drawls, his hand ghosting up your back to snatch your hair into his firm grip.

"Answer me." He wretches your head back by your hair. His cock still snug inside you as he commands you to speak.

"No...Noooo" You whine tears pricking at your eyes from the rough treatment.

"That's what I thought." He unceremoniously drops your head down "Now shut the fuck up and let daddy use your pretty little pussy in peace."

He drags out of you slowly only to snap back in roughly, reestablishing his pace from before. One hand steading your hips while the other presses your head down further into the table.

He doesn't relent after that, selfishly using you for his own pleasure. It'd be demoralizing if you weren't so fucking into it. Your whole body aches. Scalp sore from the hair pulling, arms numbing from their position trapped under your weight , hips and legs sore from Bo's brutal pace.

   However all of this is drowned out by the Blinding pleasure of being so full of Bo's cock. You absolutely adore him in moments like this, taking whatever he wants from you.

   A sudden smack to your ass breaks you out of your haze. "I asked you a question whore " Bo growls from above you.

"I'm sorry ! I'm sorry I couldn't... I didn't.." you trail off, voice coming out broken as Bo continues fucking you.

You can practically hear the grin in Bo's voice when he speaks again  "Well that answers that. "

You think about asking him to repeat the question. But the only thing that leaves your lips is a high pitched wine as Bo pulls you up by your neck to press your back against his chest.

"What did I say about screamin' sweetheart?" He secures his big hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you see stars.

You can't help the moan that escapes causing Bo to chuckle into your ear. "Awh poor thing. Fucked all kinds of stupid on my cock." He slides his other hand between your legs to play with your neglected clit.

  "Go ahead and cum for me darlin' . And maybe if you keep your fuckin voice down, I'll cum inside you."

Your orgasm abruptly wrecks through your body making Bo chuckle again. "Oh does the slut like that idea?"

You fight back another whine, entier body humming from your sudden orgasm. Bo stills inside you, cock twitching erratically as he fills you with his cum. "That's a good girl. A good fucking slut..." he growls through gritted teeth.

A/N: Damn dude, I'm not used to writing smut. Why am I doing this challenge? Anyways hope yall enjoyed ,it's probably gonna get more depraved from here. Good golly.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #bo sinclair x reader #kinktober 2022

[taintandviolent]

20 questions for writers.

Nobody tagged me, but, I really wanted to do this, so I'm doing it. Under the cut, cos it's long.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

16.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

70,105.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Really, only AHS. I've written for other fandoms in the past, and might do so again, though. A Peter fic is on the horizon... eventually.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Ouija Board, In the End of the Night I Can Feel Your Warmth, Chantilly Lace, Howlin' For You, and I Held My Nose I Closed My Eyes I Took a Drink.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always, yes!!! It honestly delights me that they took the time to send a comment, so I will reply (even if its sometimes late).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably my Howlin' For You/Morally Violating ones, because reader sooooo hates him.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, I think. Depends on what you consider a happy ending, but the sappiest is probably And Where He Goes I'll Follow.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only from one particular individual, lol. They really hate my Kai fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kinds?

Always and all of it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I haven't, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't. I'm a solo-writer, a lone wolf.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Ahhh, probably Neo x Trinity.

15. What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have an Eddie Munson x reader that I'll probably never finish. It's sat in the dust since the show came out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Based on what people have told me... smut. I'm really good at smut-writing, and capturing the atmosphere and replicating canon-sounding dialogue? I guess? I dunno what I'm doing, man, I swear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluffy stuff, and polishing up / editing fics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd really only be comfortable doing that if a) it was appropriate for the plot, and b) it's a language I'm comfortable/fluent in.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhhhhh.... Inception? Maybe?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

AH. That's tough.... probably I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink or Tendencies!

Tagging: @frankenkyle19 @garykingz @silverzoomies @quickandsilvers @missuswalker @icannot3 and anyone else who wants to do this!

#dash games #writers #writing stuff

[hangmanbradshaw]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @urmomsonfire and I figured I should keep going with the writing questions today!!! (thanks kale, love u)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 17

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 796,198 (do we think I can crack a million in close to a year we'll see)

3. What fandoms do you write for? I'm still living in Top Gun summer so I'll just be vibing here for a while

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever (nfl fake dating au)

baby, i'm howlin' for you (wolves & foxes au)

i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland (rival princes au)

loose lips sink ships all the damn time (pirates au)

Love (Suite Love) (my travlor inspired AU lmao)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to!! I'm really behind right now because I get really sucked into writing (and life, been very busy with my social calendar at the moment) but eventually I'll go through and catch up. Writing like this is for community, ya know? Engagement? Making friends, being crazy together, it's the vibe. (Plus every time a comment notification dings, an idea angel gets its wings lmao it's my fave part- talking to people)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unhappy ending? Don't know her. I guess you can make my wish come true just cuz it ends with them deciding to kidnap the president and cyclone being like oh my god

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it's 2am and i'm cursing your name is pretty stupid sweet but also wanna be your left hand man/iwtby left off prettyyyyyyy sweet

8. Do you get hate on fics? Everyone's always been sooooo sweet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *glances at my work from the corner of my eye* yes. just yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? My mummy fic has actual mummy characters. But I've written a lot of like inspired ones? Some loose, some closer. One based off the Mummy, one that's a mummy/national treasure crossover LMAO, one off Jurassic Park, one off Twister, one off Beauty & the Beast kinda, one off princess & the frog, one kinda princess diaries 2/how to lose a guy BUT I actually have an insane idea I came up with recently that would be a uhhhhhhh crossover I guess........I'm giggling as I think about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so? I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? some people have asked! So maybe soon.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope! but I love to riff with other writers. i'm way too particular about my own work to co-write probably tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hangster currently! prev: buddie, destiel, sharpay/gabriella from hsm (leave me alone lmao).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? if I post I am going to make myself finish but I have some I've never posted that I doubt I'll finish (one's a rivals fake dating destination wedding)

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd say melancholic fluffy humor and banter, others have told me world building and being lowkey emotional

17. What are your writing weaknesses? being concise and angst actually- I struggle with that sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Amazing when people can do it, but I tend to avoid writing it since I'm not fluent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? High School Musical and then I took a massive break and started with Top Gun again.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I love all my babies for different reasons but IWTBY & That Little Farm are currently my true loves

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, also @paulmezcal as a welcome to tumblr (no pressure you def don't have to do it haha)

#tag games #writing stuff #i love talking about writing and stories omg

[babylon-crashing]

Q: Is it The Fool or The Magician in tarot that is related to the Joker in a deck of standard playing cards? Which one is a trickster?

“Whoa, the dogs are howlin', all over the neighborhood/ That’s a sign of some dark double dealin’, baby,/ And that ain't no good,” Willie Dixon.

The world is full of trickster spirits. They appear in every culture and every religion, from Lucifer to Loki, Anansi to Maui. Possessing great intelligence and occult knowledge in one form or another, they most commonly function as a dire (often humorous) example of what happens to people when go against the norm. Coyote’s eyes are yellow because he was tricked into trading them for some tree sap. Curupira, a spirit with backwards feet, loves creating misleading paths in order to get people lost. One could argue that the concept of the Hungry Ghosts, found throughout much of Asia, are themselves tricksters, pretending to be things that they are not in order to get the prayers and energy from unsuspecting mortals. How people who take spirits at face value are able to distinguish between what really is and what they’re told as a form of manipulation has always been a bit of a mystery to me.

To answer this question, though, the only similarities for me between the Fool and the Joker are in their costumes, which were modelled on European court jesters. The Fool in the Rider-Waite deck is all about taking that first step into the unknown, whereas the Joker would be actively trying to get you to forget why you even rolled out of bed that morning and wouldn’t doing something else be a lot more fun?

In the Tarot of Syssk (where these images come from), the 10 of Wands is all about being unable to see what is right in front of you. The card speaks to the 4 of Sword's warning that a sinister shadow might be concealed in the most charming of outer appearances. Here the drummer stops beating her drum when she realizes that the figure before her is not ol’ Cousin Earl, but actually a Kitsune, a fox spirit, using a life-size puppet to manipulate others.

Sadly, Syssk (like so many of us) is spending far more time jamming on her biwa than paying attention to the world around her and remains oblivious to any danger (pratfalls and zaney misunderstandings are bound to follow).

#tarot of syssk #syssk #10 of wands #my art #tarot #ten of wands

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Jad Fair

Photo: Brian Birzer

Jad Fair’s music has been described as “art punk,” “primitive rock,” “naive pop,” and “experimental,” though none of those labels quite capture what it is. Never encumbered by the conventions of songwriting or technical virtuosity, or the idea that an instrument should be tuned, the guitarist/singer/visual artist always made the music that felt most natural. It’s not an experiment, he has said. It just is.

In the mid 1970s Fair started Half Japanese with his brother, David. In 1980 they released their famously audacious debut, a triple album called Half Gentlemen/Not Beasts. It was a raw explosion of teenage boy id. The brothers, both on vocals, indulged obsessions (girls, mostly) over discordant guitars and drums that bubbled and burst like boiling water.

Half Japanese has released many records since, in addition to the mountains of music that Fair has put out over the years, solo and in collaboration with Daniel Johnson, Yo La Tengo, Teenage Fanclub and many others. Over the course of 2021 he released two albums a week on Bandcamp, and then started making music with singer/songwriter/multiinstrumentalist Samuel Locke Ward. They just released their second record, Destroy All Monsters about which Dusted’s Margaret Welsh wrote that “In its warmth and sincerity, Destroy All Monsters straddles a strange line: It impersonates flimsy holiday novelty but resonates on a deeper level. Here are some of Fair’s favorite records.

It’s difficult to just choose 10 albums. There are so many albums that I love.

The Shaggs — Philosophy Of The World

I first heard Philosophy Of The World in 1979. I was given a cassette of it and immediately took to it. It was like no other album I’d heard. The music and lyrics are so sweet and sincere. I was very pleased that I was asked to do cover art for the release of The Dot Wiggin Band’s album Ready! Get! Go!. When I saw Dot’s band perform I was surprised to see that the musicians were reading music. I asked Dot about it and was told that the music for the Shaggs was written out.

The Modern Lovers — The Modern Lovers

In 1974 I read an interview of Jonathan Richman in Andy Warhol’s Interview magazine. I was impressed with what Jonathan had to say. When the Modern Lovers album was released I sent away for it and was floored by it. It’s a super fine album.

Spider John Koerner — Some American Folk Songs Like They Used To

Spider John Koerner is one of my favorite folk musicians. It’s a shame that very few people have heard the album. I think it’s his best.

Lord Invader — Calypso Travels

I’m a huge fan of calypso music. Lord Invader is a great calypsonian. I love the way he sings and his band is top of the top.

The Stooges — Fun House

I grew up in Michigan and when I was a teen, most of my favorite bands were from Michigan. Michigan had The MC5, The Stooges, Question Mark and the Mysterians, Destroy All Monsters and Motown. I felt I was living in the best state for music.

Daniel Johnston — Hi How Are You?

In 1984 my band Half Japanese had a tour with a stop in Austin. Daniel’s manager (Jeff Tartakov) gave me a cassette of Daniel’s album. During the tour we played it over and over in the van. I know many amazing musicians. What’s rare is a musician that is also a fine lyricist. Daniel was one of the best. He was a genius, and I was so lucky to have worked with him.

Bob Dylan — Basement Tapes

I like the relaxed feel of the songs. Bob Dylan and the Band were such a great match. Super fine songs and super playing.

Howlin Wolf — The Complete RPM and Chess Singles

In the early 1970s, I bought a lot of albums of Howling Wolf. It’s hard to beat Howling Wolf as a performer. He had power and charisma.

NRBQ — All Hopped Up

NRBQ is my favorite band. When I lived on the East Coast I would go to see them anytime they had a show in Maryland or DC. Definitely the finest live band I’ve seen.

James Brown — Live At The Apollo

It’s hard to pick just one James Brown album. He released so many great albums. Live At The Apollo has James in top form. It’s a brilliant performance. It’s star time!

#dusted magazine #listed #jad fair #the shaggs #the modern lovers #spider john koerner #lord invader #the stooges #daniel johnston #bob dylan #howlin wolf #nrbq #james brown

[sapphireginger]

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #4

Summary:

Stiles senses the sadness and gently nudges Zeke. “I know it’s hard to leave a place when we have so much fun but no matter what you won’t ever forget how much fun you had here with your dad. You were brave and such a fun cub to have howling with us today.” Zeke hugs Stiles and sniffles. “Thank you, Mr. Stiles.” Stiles smiles and hugs him back. Then he nods at Derek as he pulls back and stands up. “You’re welcome. Have a Happy Howlin’ Day!” he says before heading down the hill to the ziplines for courses five and six.

Derek watches Stiles with fascination and a certain intense want before clearing his throat. No more sexy thoughts about the instructor. He’s leaving after all. It’s just that he has such an authoritative voice and a very in control attitude. Then there are those biceps, those hands with long slender fingers and those pink cupid’s bow lips…He’s glad they’re about to leave because he’s sure if he stays much longer this’ll be beyond embarrassing.

“Zeke?”

“Huh?”

“Auntie Cora is at the car. It’s time to go.”

“Already?” he whines.

Derek sighs. “Yes. I’m afraid so kiddo.”

Stiles senses the sadness and gently nudges Zeke. “I know it’s hard to leave a place when we have so much fun but no matter what you won’t ever forget how much fun you had here with your dad. You were brave and such a fun cub to have howling with us today.”

Zeke hugs Stiles and sniffles. “Thank you, Mr. Stiles.”

Stiles smiles and hugs him back. Then he nods at Derek as he pulls back and stands up. “You’re welcome. Have a Happy Howlin’ Day!” he says before heading down the hill to the ziplines for courses five and six.

“Come on, Zeke,” Derek says, taking his son’s hand.

Zeke watches Mr. Stiles go and sighs before taking his dad’s hand and making their way to the car.

Cora beams at the two of them and looks at her nephew. “Did you have fun kiddo?”

“Yeah,” he says as he gets buckled into his carseat. “I just wish we didn’t have to go,” he whispers.

Derek gets in and starts the car, ignoring the questioning look from his twin sister. Cora lets it go for now and starts listing restaurant options.

Zeke isn’t the only one who looks longingly at the cabin as they drive away from Howlin’ Heights.

🐾╰☆╮🍃╰☆╮🍃╰☆╮🐾

Once the last guest has been de-harnessed and has headed out, Stiles gets out the course check sheets. “Kira?” he calls out and waits while she walks in from the pack den.

“What’s up, Alpha?”

Stiles smiles and hands her the sheet. “How did closing courses one and two go?” he asks.

She takes the sheet and starts checking things off. “Good. Nothing needs repairing.”

Once she hands the sheet back, Stiles gives her a fist bump. “Sounds good, Kit. You can go ahead and head out once you’ve hung up your gear.”

“Awesome! Thanks, Stiles!” she says excitedly before heading back into the den to de-harness.

The others trickle in slowly once they’ve closed their courses and Stiles makes sure they all fill out their sheets. Once they’ve all hung up their gear, they start counting harnesses.

Erica closes up the office and nudges Stiles. “How did it go talking to the cub?”

All the pack members turn to look at him. He blushes. “It was fine. You know it was. I saw you watching at the window. You’re not sneaky, Catwoman.”

Jackson tilts his head. “Erica wouldn’t bring up a cub if there wasn’t something juicy about it.”

Allison smirks. “It wouldn’t be the one who asked to thank you would it? Cause if so, I’m not surprised. I mean his dad is freaking gorgeous.”

“He’s a fucking Greek god is what he is,” Erica says with a grin. “Our Alpha was smitten I tell you.”

Stiles is bright red by now and starts grabbing his keys. “Don’t exaggerate. It’s nothing.”

“So, you’re saying he wasn’t gorgeous?” Theo asks.

“Of course, he was—is gorgeous, but he’s gone now, and he was only here on vacation. So, there is no use for wishful thinking.” He checks his phone. “I have to go get Livvy. See you all bright and early tomorrow.”

They watch him leave and all exchange looks before Isaac sends Erica a pointed look. “You didn’t tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Kira asks.

Erica smirks and studies her nails. “Oh, just that they called not long after they left and set up a reservation for Sunday.”

No one says a word at first and then they all let out howls of excitement for their alpha.

#high on zipping into love #chapter four #sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #zeke hale (oc) #cora hale #zipline park owner stiles stilinski #zipline #pining #slow build #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #human au

[meme-streets]

Having listened to all your GBU trio playlists (very good!!) my main question is, for songs that appear as different versions in different playlists (Spoonful and (Ghost) Riders in the Sky, I think?), what was your reason for putting one with one character over another? Was it just vibes based? Are they meant to link characters thematically? THEMES

also what's your intended interpretation of riders in the sky?

first of all: thank you!!

second of all: they ARE indeed meant to link characters thematically.

spoonful is a very blondie/tuco song imo. i chose the willie dixon version for blondie because it strikes me as slightly more romantic, with dixon's crooning vocals and the piano, but also because there's more emphasis on the line: "could be a spoonful of water, to save you from the desert sand / but one spoon of lead from my 45 will save you from another man." the desert and sad hill, respectively. it also doesn't mention gold, whereas the howlin' wolf version does, and i think tuco cares far more about the money than blondie does (like i've been saying: tuco's on a quest, blondie's on a journey). the wolf version suits tuco better too musically, with the twangy guitar and the harsher vocals. i think the references to being satisfied with love over money are definitely a lot more ironic for him.

riders in the sky was used for both blondie and angel eyes since–well, first of all, i couldn't decide, so i just decided to use different versions, and i liked the idea of having a shared song between them like blondie and tuco (for context: i made the angel eyes one last and i think it's my weakest, tbh). it struck me as fitting for both since they're such otherworldly characters, and there's also the line: "cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride." blondie arguably does change his ways in some sense, and he gets to ride off into the open range, whereas angel eyes doesn't and joins the legions of sad hill's dead. i also just like the idea of these two interacting with ghosts/the concept of being a ghost, in whatever form. and cosmic intervention. (also...vibes.) ironically, i actually would've preferred to switch the versions–i feel like ronnie dawson's youthful sounding voice and the eerie backing vocals suit blondie better and the grandeur of johnny cash's version fits better for angel eyes–but the cash version just flowed so well with hunger child blues and wand'rin' star that i ended up using that for blondie.

anyway. full commentary coming...eventually. i had to make a google document.

#ask

[softdomhailie]

For the tonights question re the sex toy: it'd be like a thing to put on your fingers, like an extension for your fingers. It can be used by the user alone. And it comes with a remote and different functions. Like it can buzz or like do a in-and-out motion for some pleasure further in. (I know nothing about sex toys and all i know is my fingers🙊 so to have something to put on them to do the actual work while just guiding the thing a bit would be kinda cool for me i think :D)

I support this!

CW: semi detailed masturbation penetration chat

I always laugh about this when it comes up with friends, but I am tiny right. Short and wee hands. have never understood how people comfortably and for long periods of time use their fingers inside themselves. I wonder if my hands are too wee to comfortably reach 🤣🤣🤣 it's like, you know the locks you have on shopping trolley/carts to lock them all together, imagine putting the lock from the same trolley i to its own slot. Can't be done. Sorry tmi 🤣🤣

Howlin laughin 🤣

I support the finger toy!

Hailie stamp of approval ✅

🤣🤣

Here's the question though right, does it come with extra add ons like maybe tentacles?

Self lube?

🌈⭐🌈⭐

[feeshies]

if i may ask my own music question, a song that you think is essential to a genre? i like adding proto stuff to genre playlists to make them more of a learning experience i guess, and i feel like you would get it. i would love to know what blues you would put in a metal playlist specifically :)

Oh this is such a good question. I don't think I have the musical expertise to answer it properly, but I'll do my best.

Obviously, metal wouldn't exist if not for the blues. I see a lot of sources say that metal has "let go of" or even "evolved past" (ugh) its blues origins, but I disrespectfully disagree. You can't "Ship of Theseus" Black music out of rock and metal. However, if you're not looking for the connecting thread, a lot of classic blues songs would sound really out of place in a metal playlist. To paraphrase Muddy Waters, rock and roll is the child of the blues. So metal would be another generation removed. Maybe if the playlist is kept to the very early heavy metal of the 60s (Black Sabbath did start as a blues rock band) or even some funeral doom metal, the transitions may not feel as jarring.

For the easier answer, I'd say blues rock would be the way to go. Early Sabbath, Johnny Winter, Jimi Hendrix, etc. Basically if there's an electric guitar and the metal music in the playlist is mostly early heavy metal, the through-lines will be easier to notice. I really want to recommend some classic delta blues, especially since that's the subgenre I tend to gravitate towards, but like I said I don't know how they'd fit in without some rock music to help "smooth" the transition. Maybe doom metal, idk.

Other artists I recommend checking out: Taj Mahal, Muddy Waters, Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, Sonny Boy Williamson II, Blind Willie Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Howlin' Wolf.

Gonna stop there because now I think I'm just recommending musicians I like lol.

[ghostbeliever39]

Hey, y'all!

I've been a fan of TGAMM for a while, but felt like making a sideblog for it recently. I'll be reblogging anything from the fandom that I think looks cool here, but the main purpose of this blog is to act as a ghost compendium.

A Ghostpendium, if you will.

Do you ever have questions about how the ghosts in this show work? Questions like:

Why is Scratch the only ghost who curses people?

Do ghost colors mean anything?

What is the Chairman, really?

Why does Howlin' Harriet have toes?

Within this Ghostpendium, I'll be going through the show and detailing things about the ghosts of Brighton and the larger Ghost World- appearance, powers, VAs, and more.

My askbox is always open, so if you have any questions I didn't answer, please tell me!

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #not ghostpendium

[jmrothwell]

For the asks! ❤️ 14, 17, 37

Hey Ash!! Thank for the ask!!

questions for fic writers

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I think it's more that if I'm unsure/don't know about a trope/tag I tend to not explore it unless a friend or trusted writer have writen it and I can read that.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I don't know if I would call them highly specific AU's. Especially since right now they mostly fall into the vibes that's kind of a neat idea catergory. BUt some idea's that have been plaguing me include:

Kelly Clarkson My life Would Suck - Post 10(ish) year brutal band break up, make up fic

Game/Reality Show (a la taskmaster/survivor/etc) contestant romance

Trapped in a nightmare/each others nightmares due to ghost magic/magic shenagainery hurt/comfort fic

Plus a few ideas that will probably be used for my supernatural AU's (different types of sick fics, tropes, etc)

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

My first instinct was to say some of my earlier fics (Four Leaf Clover, Where I Belong) because they've probably been buried by the sheer amount of crap I've written and are really great fluffy comfort fics.

However I think my Rulie, Fleggie, Sweet Tarts, Regal Butterfly fics don't get all that much attention compared to some of my other ships/rare pairs/gen fics.

With that in mind I'm Howlin For You, When Pumpkins Glow by Moonlight, and A Little Clueless from Last Years Halloween Prompts were all really good if you want some seasonal romance shenanagins.

OOOH A Gen fic that was really good and explored canon from a different angle was No Need to Fear. . .that one could be fun to explore again sometime in the future.

#ask games #thanks for the ask!

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also to sum up earlier, I do still love Claude - I just don’t agree with the direction the writers took him in for Hopes because it feels too strongly like a 180 to the Claude I know in Houses. it doesn’t mean I think 100 percent of the writing itself is bad (it’s not, though some of it really is questionable). while I’d like to see a darker side of him, I don’t mean like... a whole lotta killing, or unnecessary killing to boot.

the problems he’s dealing with regarding Faerghus could’ve been solved very very easily though with a simple “hey can we meet up somewhere safe” letter to Dimitri so they could talk through it, seeing as Claude literally stampedes through Faerghus, weapons in hand, to reach Dimitri, to... ...talk??? I mean BRUH lmao WHAT.

like yeah I like to make my dmcl jokes about it because he acts obsessed with Dimitri sometimes but also bruh, just send a letter instead of charging through his country and killing his soldiers first. might have had a better result rather than Dimitri not wanting anything to do with you now that you’ve been murdering his people just to talk to him about the Church and your plans.

he says he doesn’t wanna take Faerghus down, but he still attacks instead of just... trying diplomacy. he admits he doesn’t know what’s going on in Dimitri’s head, so like... why... not just... make the attempt with a letter and see what happens??? my guy???

and also deciding to declare war on all of Fodlan despite NOT having talked to Dimitri yet (who was literally waiting for him to talk to him originally after the first attack on Faerghus. Claude had to turn back and leave bc of TWS but ffs Dimitri was still ready to talk to him even after ALL THAT) was a really dumb thing to do.

when it comes to the side of him that’s less trusting and more combative, I get that in the writing’s sense. I just don’t like what he’s doing, and he’s still guilty of aggression. no amount of “it’s for a better cause” is a good excuse to me, but less so when it’s just not part of who he is. I’ve seen the argument that Claude just came to the decision that he had to use the war and kill some people and yadda yadda, but it still doesn’t excuse anything regarding Faerghus. he could have come to that conclusion with Randolph’s army (as the Empire was the aggressor against Leicester to begin with), but there was no good reasoning whatsoever with Faerghus if Claude was still written with his core beliefs and values in mind. he could have sent a letter and asked to meet with Dimitri because if he never wanted to take any lives and only did it out of necessity, there was absolutely zero reason to attack Faerghus in the first place.

and I shit you not, it got to the point where in SB’s secret interlude chapter (the Arval chapter), Dimitri said he would stop running from Claude if Claude would just leave him be. CLAUDE THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO BE LIKE YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION LIKE??? I’M HOWLIN MY DUDES IM HOWLIN i ain’t never wanted to punch this beautiful man’s beautiful face so much in my life

jimmy von riegan please return claude von riegan to us

#Three Hopes Spoilers #literally the look on Dimitri's face in that scene in the pre-Arval chapter cutscene was just #the look of a man who is absolutely fucking T I R E D #this man has been through enough jimmy please leave him alone #he needs a nice nap on claude's lap. no not jimmy's lap i mean claude's lap