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the-scouts-codex · 1 month

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Scout: Ok, I have had this little prompt in my Docs for a while and now decided to post it. ｍ(｡≧Д≦｡)ｍ

This takes place during the "Glorious Masquerade"event. This can be read as a one shot or even a full length work. Each part connects and can be its own beginning. I hope you all enjoy these.

First up is Epel.

Word count: Around 1800 words.

Can I have this dance?

The Noble Bell Lecture Hall was the perfect place to hold a Masquerade. The school was elegant, dignified, decorous; the very place itself looked and felt sacred. All of those things and the antiquity of the school itself pulled the whole event together. It was something out of a fantasy book back at home; a dream. Now, Renmu was living that fantasy as a reality. If it wasn't for the series of unfortunate events that took place just the night before, Renmu would almost wish they could come back again next year.

With those things in mind, Renmu had never been to social gatherings before. What was he supposed to do? Was there a book on things like this? A rule book? A manual or a "How To” guide? Anything? He knew just standing there would make him look silly but then again, he would just look silly if he tried to look like he was doing something. Grim was no help since he was long gone. He went with Ruggie to the buffet table to eat. So much for sticking together. There were so many faces he didn’t recognize that it was driving him crazy. Though it didn't seem like anyone was judging him or staring at him. In fact, many others weren’t even concerned about what to do or what was right and or wrong. So many boys ranging from NRC, RSA, and NBC were mixing in the lecture hall, talking, laughing, and dancing with a familiar face or an acquainted one. They were all putting their differences behind them and associating as equals hand in hand.

Renmu was going to just find somewhere to sit and wait the rest of the night out but someone tapped him on the shoulder. Renmu spun around to realize it was Epel.

“Can I…have this Dance, Renmu?” Epel asked.

Renmu was surprised that Epel was asking him to dance with him, not that there was anything wrong with Epel. He gave Renmu something to talk about since their history of farming was shared. Also, he was a fellow freshman and a friend. Epel was still expecting an answer from Renmu, his hand still being offered for Renmu to take. Renmu had’t realized that he hadn’t answered and was keeping him waiting. Renmu nodded softly, taking the smaller boy's hand. Epel led them to the dance floor, never letting go of the Prefect's hand. It was kind of embarrassing for Renmu. He was kinda glad that his mask concealed his face a bit. Once Epel stopped, he took the lead and began their dance.

It was kinda awkward since their heights made it a bit difficult. Epel was noticeably shorter than the Ramshackle Prefect. They were doing a Foxtrot. In this world, it was called a Houndstep. It was quite simple since there were less spins than a waltz would. The only thing was that Epel had a hard time placing his hands correctly on Renmu’s back and keeping up with his steps. The silence was a bit nerve wracking for Renmu. He looked around them. Everyone was off in their own little worlds to care that Epel was leading their dance and he was the smaller one here. In fact, some did stop to stare but only because they were the talk of the Masquerade right now.

“I-I thought you were going to say no…” Epel finally spoke softly. “You…didn't seem interested.”

Renmu shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting to be asked to dance. Especially from you, Epel.”

“Oh…why is that?” Epel asked dejectedly.

Renmu now registered what he just said and how Epel perceived it. “Iie, Iie, Iie, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, you’re not the one to like dancing, especially not in a setting like this.” Renmu explained. “I know Vil-Senpai makes you do things like this, even when you don’t want to.”

“O-Oh, yeah well, Vil said if I was to ask all gentleman-like, then I could have a better chance at getting a dance.” Epel replied.

“Ah, so you asked Vil-Senpai how to me if I wanted to dance?” Renmu asked smugly.

Epel flushed red as the fairest queen's lips. “T-That's not what I meant!” Epel shouted. “Vil drilled basic ballroom manners n’ etiquette into mah noggin’ before I left. I was needin’ some’n to show fer it.”

Renmu laughed. He loved it when Epel reverted back to his country boy self. Sometimes he was hard to follow but he loved to hear it nonetheless.

Epel took a step forward and ended up stepping right on the Prefect’s foot, causing him to stumble into him. Renmu caught him and held him up. Now Epel was really embarrassed. Epel sighed. “Don’t tell Vil about that embarrassing fall…”

Renmu couldn’t help but laugh at his request. “I won’t tell, Epel.”

Epel gave Renmu a soft smile before speaking again. “So,” Epel started as he pulled away from Renmu. “Did you wanna lead now?”

“Oh, you want me to lead?” Renmu asked. “I thought you would prefer to lead our dance since you asked.”

Epel shook his head. “I-I don’t mind if it's you after all. Besides, I think it would be best if I just asked you to take the lead…”

Renmu waited for a moment before offering his hand to Epel which he gladly took. Renmu placed his other hand at the center of the Pomefiore students' back and Eepl put his other hand on the Prefect’s shoulder. Renmu picked up where they left off just moments ago. Epel would have been opposed if anyone was to lead a dance with him. He wanted to be the one in control, the manly one. But when it came to Renmu, he stopped caring for some reason. Maybe it was because it was Renmu. Renmu never judged him for wanting to be manly at his size. He knew that the very idea of being small bothered Epel so Renmu always supported him when he needed it or assured him that he was manly just the way he was. Then again, it made Epel sometimes want to prove his manliness even more when it was Renmu.

“Renmu, did Riddle tell ya about how I held mah own out there on mah broom?” Epel asked excitedly.

Renmu nodded. “I did. I heard about all your heroic efforts. I'm happy to have classmates like you guys.”

Epel wasn’t expecting such a response. He was just trying to gloat a little bit to the Prefect. Epel didn’t know what else to say now.

Renmu smiled. “Sono Toori. I don't know what I would do without you guys sometimes.”

“W-Well you can rely on me to help you out, Renmu. I’m strong and ther ain’t nothin’ that can get n’ mah way!”

Renmu chuckled deep in his chest. “Arigato, Epel.”

Their conversation soon trailed off as their dance continued. This time with Renmu taking the lead, their steps were in sync and the rotations smooth. Their capelets swayed with each step and rotation they made. Renmu dipped Epel low and gracefully. Epel sputtered like a fish at Renmu as he held the smaller boy from fully falling to the floor. Renmu just smiled brightly at him and pulled him back up into a spin. Epel laughed as Renmu kept them twirling around. They weren’t even dancing correctly anymore.

To Epel, the way Renmu looked, amongst the other twirling pairs in the room, illuminated by the warm glow of the chandeliers, made him look so ethereal. He looked manly even. Like Malleus did in his attire. He looked like a prince. He looked as though he fit the atmosphere, like he was made for it all.

“Ah, ya make me feel like ya darlin’ when ya do that.” Epel mumbled, his cheeks as red as his apple blossom mask.

“Ah, Gomenasai.” Renmu muttered.

Epel looked adorable with his mask on. The apple blossoms around his eyes were pretty and complemented his lavender hair. It was fun that they all got to dress up for the occasion. Everyone's outfit represented them in more ways than one. No one looked the same and yet they all fit the part so nicely. Renmu really hoped that they could have more opportunities like this in the future. Yeah there were times where they were fighting for their lives before they could even enjoy the fun things but even the bad things made memories. Renmu wanted to look back one day and say “Ne, Ne, remember when we got tricked into going to a ball at Noble Bell College and almost got killed by Rollo and Firelotus'?’ Then we got to dance the night away afterwards because y'know, we saved the day?” Those very things made memories and brought them together and Renmu loved every bit of it. Or maybe Renmu was starting to become twisted like the rest of them.

“Hey Renmu, look!” Epel suddenly shouted.

Renmu whipped his head around in the direction Epel was looking in. At first Renmu was confused on what Epel was looking at until he saw Rook. Rook was dancing with Neige, but that wasn’t the problem. Rook was balling his eyes out as he danced with the Royal Sword student. Neige was all too happy to be dancing with Rook but it seemed that Rook wasn’t ready for that step in their relationship.

Neige reached up and wiped away his tears which made him cry even more. Epen and Renmu shook their hands in disappointment.

“Poor Rook-Senpai…” Renmu chuckled.

“Vil would be appalled to see Rook shed a tear for his biggest rival.” Epel muttered.

“Let’s just hope he doesn't find out.” Replied Renmu.

Epel shuddered. “We wouldn't hear the end of it if he did.”

The song started to come to an end. They finished the last couple of box steps and unhooked their arms. Everyone took a step back and bowed at their partners. The lecture hall, once filled with the lively music from the orchestra, erupted in a round of applause.

“Uh, thanks for dancing with me, Renmu,” Epel said over the loud applause. “That was actually pretty fun for a change.”

“Yes, I had fun too.” Renmu said with a smile. “I’m glad I got to have this dance with you. My first dance at that.”

Epel couldn’t help but smile. “Well, ima go get some food. See ya later!”

Renmu watched the smaller first year run off through the crowd, his cape billowing behind him. With the next song starting soon. Renmu needed to get off the floor and out of the way. He just now needed to find something else to do.

“Renmu!”

Renmu turned around to find Deuce running up to him. Deuce weaved around the other students, muttering apologies as he ran around them. Once he got face to face with the Ramshackle Prefect he took a deep breath and yelled…

The next part can be found here. Deuce

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 3 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 27

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2074

Warnings: Talk of death, angst

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Also sorry for the delay in posting this (again). I just got settled into my new place, so trying to get back into the swing of updated. Also happy belated birthday to Juliette and Ghost, who both share my bday :)

Chapter Songs: Stay Blindedsided

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Ghost and Hangman left Texas the day after the funeral. It turned out to be a rough day for both of them because, after the ceremony, Jake had left the Blackwoods to grieve at their patriarch's headstone in private- despite knowing they would've been perfectly fine with his presence- and strolled through the cemetery until he came to a stop in front of a familiar marble stone inlaid into the soft grass. His body had reacted on its own accord as it slowly collapsed to the ground onto his knees. Hangman's eyes had stared at the engraving on the stone: Natalie Seresin.

He had talked to her, apologized for getting her killed, for cutting her beautiful life short. He told her of the fiasco he'd made of his life: how he'd pushed everyone he ever loved away, how he'd fucked things up with Ghost, how terrified he was to screw it up again, if the fallout would destroy him like it tried to last time. It'd come so close to succeeding before…

Hangman had told her of Michael Seresin's health issues and how Nick was on the lam; how he and Matt were rekindling their brotherhood and trying to be a family for once in their lives; how adorable her granddaughter Sophie was and what an asshole Jake had been to hold off meeting her for so long because of his anger at his father and brothers.

Ghost had found Hangman. She had silently knelt beside him, taken his hand in hers, and waited for him to speak the first word. He didn't remember what he said, but they ended up in his truck mindlessly driving on back roads for hours, sometimes chatting, sometimes not, but those silences never felt awkward, and only when they returned to North Island did Hangman's fear of losing her rear its ugly head again, telling him he didn't deserve her, let alone a second chance.

It was those thoughts that consumed him while he and Ghost sat on his couch with alcohol in hand. She had dreaded spending the night alone tonight, and Hangman was more than happy to oblige her request to stay with him for a bit. They were in the middle of watching the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, which she and Juliette adored. It'd even surpassed Ghost's love of The Notebook, and honestly, Hangman could kind of see why. It certainly had a happier ending!

"Okay, Mr. Darcy-" he began, pointing at the TV with his whiskey glass and nearly sloshing the liquid out- "or Noah Calhoun?"

Ghost groaned in despair. "Why would you do this to me?"

"Because I love you." The truth slipped out so casually, but Ghost would never suspect he meant it as anything more than platonic. She had never figured it out after all these years, and Hangman was content with the situation because it let him get his feelings off his chest without any risk of getting his heart well and truly broken by her inevitable rejection.

"That kind of question makes me think you hate me. If I had to choose…" Ghost bit her lip and then took a sip of her Bailey's and whiskey. "Darcy. I'm such a sucker for the brooding type."

"Is that why you fell for Rooster?" Hangman teased, bumping her knee playfully with his.

She glowered at him, but the hint of a smile tugging on her lips took the venom out of it. "We were both in shit emotional states, and he looked a lot better brooding than I did."

Hangman's face fell into one of disagreement. "I hold an informed opinion when I say you look better brooding. This may have to do with me having to watch Bradshaw pine for Juliette from the moment he saw her when we arrived for the training. Don't get me wrong; I get it with their history, but still, annoying to deal with on a daily basis. Especially because those lovesick puppy eyes were involved."

Ghost raised an eyebrow at him. "You staring at Rooster's face a lot?"

"I had to gauge my competition, both for the training detachment and romantically. Bradshaw wears his heart on his sleeve, and you can see whatever he's feeling. From the first night we arrived, he had his eyes set on her. I had history to contend with, and I figured out pretty quickly winning her heart was a lost clause."

"You really liked Juliette, didn't you?" The question came out more of a statement, and Hangman winced at the sound of it. "I knew you had a flirtationship, but I never realized you had genuine feelings for her."

Hangman shrugged to give an air of indifference. "It is what it is. My family isn't exactly lucky in love, except for Matt."

"I've seen the way girls look at you. You could have any girl you want. What gives?"

None of them are you. "Haven't found one I clicked with in a long time," he replied, eyes trained on the amber liquid in his glass before knocking the rest back. "You want more to drink?"

Ghost nodded and followed him to the bar, where he poured their glasses fuller than he should've. He probably didn't need more, considering the strong buzz he currently felt, so Ghost had to be buzzing as well, although if she was, she didn't show it outside of talking more animatedly. She'd always been able to hide her drunkenness well. Sometimes too well.

"Who was the girl you clicked with?" Ghost prodded. "Was it back at the Academy?"

"Yeah, but she didn't feel the same. We shared one drunken kiss, and that was it. I was actually doing it to save her from some creep." Jake bit his tongue, realizing he might've said too much. Ghost would figure out he spoke of her if he said anymore. He had to move past it. "It is what it is. Besides, I'm happily married to my job."

Ghost leaned against the bar on her forearms. "Did I know her?"

"Yeah, you knew her." Hangman hoped his short response would end that topic of conversation.

Ghost had other ideas. "Who was she?"

"I don't see the point in saying it since it's in the past, and telling you now won't change anything about it."

"Well-" Ghost began matter-of-factly- "she missed out, but I think you got it wrong about her not returning the feelings. All the girls at the Academy had a crush on you at some point. Hell, I'm pretty sure a few of the instructors did."

Hangman searched her eyes, and a certain amount of anxiety crept into his heart. She knows. She knows I'm talking about her. But why isn't she saying that aloud? Is Ghost trying to save me from the embarrassment? Or maybe... is she trying to save herself from it?

Hangman decided to play the game. "All the girls," he echoed, straightening and stepping closer to her. "Does that include yourself?"

Ghost stood but still leaned against the counter. He saw her breathing hitch a little, giving him his answer. "Like I said. All girls had a crush on you at some point."

He took another step toward her, so close now that one deep breath from either of them would cause their chests to touch. "And now?"

Do not start anything! This is a bad idea. Abort mission. Abort! Abort! Abort! The warning bells clanged loudly in his head, but seeing Ghost's eyes drop to his mouth wiped those thoughts from his head in one fell swoop.

"Jake-"

His name rolling off her tongue broke him. Hangman leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, soft, restrained, and questioning, giving her the opportunity to pull away in case he'd horribly misread the signs. In case he'd overstepped any boundaries.

Ghost hands found their way to his face, gentle but firm. Hangman's willpower caved at the green light she'd granted him, his arms wrapping around her torso to pull her close to him, her soft curves flush against his solid abdomen. He couldn't get enough. Couldn't get enough of the taste of his whiskey on her lips, the smell of her Jo Malone perfume enveloping him, the softness of her hair as one of his hands tangled up in it.

"Stop." Ghost's quiet voice dragged Hangman out of his euphoria. He leaned back to look at her, wondering what happened, what he had done wrong.

"What is it?" he asked, carefully brushing a stray piece of hair from her face.

Ghost disentangled herself from his arms, leaving him feeling cold and empty. She backed away while shaking her head. "I can't- I can't do this."

"I'm sorry. I- what did I do? Did I misread-" Hangman started reaching out for her but immediately stopped when she stepped back.

"It's not y- I can't do this. We just..."

"What is it?" Hangman inquired, dreading where this was going.

The pained expression on her face only deepened. She opened her mouth but closed it just as fast, searching for the words she wanted. "Why? Why did you leave me?"

He blinked, processing her question, fearing the route he knew they were heading. "What are you talking about?"

"After the accident, when I was clinging to life in sick bay, when I had just lost my best friend, where were you?" Ghost demanded, taking a challenging step toward him, fury temporarily wiping away her sadness. "I died and came back, I waited for you, I asked Coyote where you were, begged God for you to come see me, and you were nowhere to be found. For fuck's sake, even Cyclone and Warlock visited me despite the shit they were dealing with in the aftermath of the accident to see how I was holding up. Phoenix, who I barely knew at the time, came to check on me. Coyote was at my bedside every day and tried to cheer me up even though he was reeling from the loss of his girlfriend, and you-" Ghost's breath hitched- "you were nowhere to be seen. Why?"

Hangman gulped, desperately trying to gain control of his mind and block out the horrific memories and thoughts that plagued him from that time. In a strained voice, he replied, "I thought you didn't want to see me. I thought- I thought you blamed me for the accident."

"Blamed you? Jake, I know Javy told you I wanted to see you. I even asked fucking Cyclone and Warlock to send you, but nothing! Why would I ask for you if I hated you? Why would I defend you in the trial for the accident if I blamed you for it? And I know you avoided me before the trial, how you always managed to disappear before I could reach you from across the room. So, I'm not buying it. There's something else that stopped you. What was it?"

"I- I can't-" Hangman found himself at a loss for words; the images of what he'd seen, of what it reminded him of, rendered him speechless, incapable of defending himself against the barrage of valid fury and hurt Ghost hurled at him. God, he wanted to tell her, to tell her everything, but he couldn't. Hangman couldn't bring himself even to the edge of that long, dark hole of endless despair he'd spiraled into after Ghoul's death. If Hangman did, he was terrified he wouldn't be able to pull himself out again.

"I have never needed anyone in my life," Ghost said, her voice cracking. Tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to cascade down her flushed cheeks. Barely able to get the words out, she whispered hoarsely, "But I needed you then, Jake. When I needed you most, you left me alone. Why?"

I loved you. That's why I couldn't be there. The words lodged in his throat, paralyzing fear taking control of his body.

Ghost scoffed in disgust. "Even after all this time, you still can't tell me. I should've known. Goodbye, Jake."

She turned on her heel, grabbed her purse, and exited his apartment, leaving Hangman rooted to the spot and realizing that goodbye had been final. She'd given him a second chance, and he'd blown it. She handed him the perfect opportunity to explain himself, and like the coward he was, he clammed up.

The black hole of despair he'd escaped for years finally won as he tumbled back into it.

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Quickstep - Cause for Celebration - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: Maybe someday I'll get used to writing this character. I certainly hope so.... The quickstep in this fic was heavily inspired by the quickstep performed by Charlie and Tommy to "Do Your Thing" by Basement Jaxx on Week 5 of So You Think You Can Dance (UK) Series 1 (2010). Keeping with the rest of this AU, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this AU the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Masterlist.

Type: Platonic or Crush/Female reader/Fluff/Dance AU

Word count: 958

The quickstep was, as Sam described it, the terrifying love child of a slow foxtrot and the Charleston. That, added to the fact that it definitely lived up to its name in terms of speed, was why I was beyond relieved to hear that at least one of my partners was an experienced dancer.

Kalim may not be as used to ballroom dances, but he had done dancing in the past and, from what I’d seen, seemed pretty good at it. Additionally, NRC’s resident personification of sunshine matched the overall happy energy of the dance.

My primary concern actually lied with myself and my ability to keep my shoulders in alignment with Kalim’s. Getting out of balance would immediately result in a loss of points. While that wouldn’t bother me in my own performance with Crewel, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I caused Kalim or anyone else to fail their class.

At odds with my worries, Kalim had utter faith in me, “You’ll do great, Y/n! Just like you always do!”

He pressed my hands excitedly as he gripped them just before we headed out for our lively performance, “You’re a great dancer, and technicality isn’t as important as having fun!”

I smiled at his sunny nature that allowed him to be constantly optimistic and supportive, but shook my head, “Yeah, but if I mess up, you might end up failing the class and having to take another one so that you won’t get held back.”

He outright laughed at my words, ever unconcerned, “That doesn’t matter! I was planning on taking more classes anyway! Dancing is fun, and it isn’t easy to find a partner as good as you are! I bet you could even keep up with Jamil!”

Before he could continue lavishing me with praise, the music started. Blessedly cutting him off as he made a comically surprised expression before hurriedly turning to face the judges and starting to dance.

Starting separately, in an open position, had been an idea that I’d almost hugged Sam for. The idea of immediately stepping lively around the floor and keeping myself level with my lead partner was daunting.

But by the time Kalim and I entered closed hold, I’d relaxed, slowly but steadily matching the perky housewarden's joy. I was smiling before we’d ever even started trotting quickly around the floor, matching the notably quick tempo of the upbeat song.

But that was the great thing about Kalim, with as happy as he always was, it was almost impossible to not relax and simply enjoy yourself when you were with him. Which was why, despite his occasional struggles in class, he managed to stay on par with the other housewardens.

While he may not have been as awe-inspiringly powerful as his peers, he was very good at being there for his students and anyone else who needed him. He lived in the moment, and if you were with him, you had his full attention.

He was a rarity at NRC. A genuinely and almost painfully sweet individual whom you simply could not hate. Even Jamil, who had to put up with numerous inconveniences throughout his life caused by Kalim, could not fully bring himself to detest the person he viewed as his rival.

So how could I be anything but happy as I whirled around the floor in the elegant yet peppy dance?

It came as no surprise when Kalim passed the class with both flying colors and a standing ovation. Apparently, our performance had been incredibly enjoyable to watch, with even Trein describing it as a delight to see.

Kalim himself was elated, hugging me excitedly just as he had when we’d first received word that I would be his partner. I couldn’t help but laugh, ever charmed by the cheerful young man who’d already requested I come over for yet another meal in Scarabia that Jamil would no doubt be cooking.

“You were amazing, Y/n! You lit up the floor like the sun and were more than anyone could ever hope for in a dance partner!” As always, it was hard to look directly into those sparkling garnet-colored eyes as he showered me with compliments.

He chuckled slightly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he still smiled at me. "I almost feel bad; I want to keep dancing with you rather than letting others take their turn," he says, his grin a little smaller than before.

I couldn’t deny that I was slightly taken aback by the young man’s words. But I still smiled, half embarrassed by his shower of compliments and half touched that he’d enjoyed himself that much.

“Well, if you want, we can dance again later…. And if you’re taking more classes, we can dance then too.”

At my words, I watched as the young man brightened, nodding his head enthusiastically as he once again took my hands in his, “Yeah, we can dance tonight at the celebration and have Jamil join us! And I’ll work hard and do my best to get lucky again in later classes so you can be my partner again!”

I laughed slightly at the young man’s enthusiasm, even though I could practically already hear Jamil’s annoyed complaints about the laid-back nature of his friend. At odds with Scarabia’s vice-housewarden, I was beyond thankful for Kalim’s easygoing personality.

After all, it was largely thanks to that carefree disposition of his that our quickstep had been such a success and he’d passed. A relief to me and cause for celebration for him.

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ghostthostt · 2 months

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I’M BACK! I know Foxtrot’s favorite monsters but what about his least favorite monsters? Does he have a base/shelter he vibes in or is it a pretty nomadic lifestyle in the facility?

hi!!!!

hes TERRIFIED of the masked. coilheads and jesters would also scare him, but the masked... they would instill a sort of like. primal fear in him. just the horror of finally seeing another person, going to them for help.. only for them to turn, arms raised, and you see something is Terribly Wrong. he had a run in with a really aggressive masked who kind of. traumatized him

as for shelter... being on titan, its all pretty. snowy. and bleak, aside from the facility... so for the most part, he hides around the entrance, but sometimes will go inside if theres a snowstorm or something. in my head the sentient monsters arent that hostile as long as you dont disrupt their space... and since he only hides behind a shelf near the entrance and doesnt take anything, they kinda just. leave him alone mostly. hes pretty lucky to be alive

#ghosttpostt #asks #oc:FOXTROT-152

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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Hi Steph, do you have anything where Johnlock meets someone looking exactly like them? Maybe they meet their clones or themselves from an alternative universe or cross-over with Everstrange is also fine. It'll be interesting to see Sherlock trying to drag John's doppelganger but he is like who the hell are you, get off me? Or an alternative Sherlock showing affection to John but it worries him because his actual Sherlock isn't affectionate or maybe they fight over him.

Hey Nonny!

Best I got are the Multiple Johnlock fics:

Clones / Multiple Universes (READ and MFLs)

Victorian Meets Modern Johnlock

I THINK I've actually had a couple fics recced to me where Sherlock became Dr. Strange, and another where they meet Iain from WTF? Let me see....

Ah I think I found them!

Takes Two To Tango by phqyd_roar (E, 12,956 w., 6 Ch. || Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Crossover || Sherlock/Iain & Johnlock || Post S4 Fix It, Jealous John, Whirlwind Romance, Fluff and Angst, Dirty Talk, Bottom Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Alternate Ending) – Just when Sherlock Holmes is beginning to think his relationship with John Watson will never recover from all its ups and downs, he meets Iain MacKelpie, freelance photographer back from Afghanistan, who looks exactly like John Watson.

Into the Multiverse by AnAnYaH (M, 21,958 w., 18 Ch. || Avengers / Sherlock / Dr. Strange Crossover || Multiverses, Everstrange, Parentlock / Teenage Rosie, Sad Sherlock, Angry Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Sherlock/John Fight, Magic, Strange John, First Kiss, Whipping, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Threats of Rape / Non-Con, Mental Anguish, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending) – Nothing lasts forever. I am beginning to think it's the same for you and me. In a world where we don't co-exist how long will it take to finally break us ? Or are we already broken in need of a fix ?A multi-chapter fic where Sherlock and John had to leave their lives to save the world from universal threats and pursue as Doctor Strange and Everett Ross.Will they ever reunite? Part 1 of the Everstrange series

YEEE I ROCK lol.

OH! Found another when search "multiverse" on my MFL list, part of a series, so check out the series too:

The Man in the Crimson Cloak by Aelaer (T, 25,968 w., 6 Ch. || Dr. Strange Crossover || Post-S1 / Post Avengers Endgame, No Johnlock, Action / Adventure, POV Sherlock, Dimension Travel, BAMF Strange, BAMF Sherlock, Bratty Sherlock) – Sherlock’s terribly ordinary and outright dull day turns into something well beyond his wildest dreams when a most interesting stranger enters his flat. Part 3 of the Adventures Throughout the Multiverse series

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I think there was another I came across a long time ago where they met Ben and Martin? Hmm.

Anyone have any others to suggest for us??

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #multiverse fics #crossover fics #doppelganger fics

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moon-chaser19 · 8 months

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Im posting this normally and not as a reblog so its easier for people to see and so it can gain some more attention ig

Feel free to ask them anything about their personalities, interests, or about their injuries, and ill answer in character for them! Get to know them better, they're absolutely amazing I promise!

These are a few of my ocs called the Valkyrie Squad, and they all were originally part of a separate clone battalion before being transferred to this separate squad. They were transferred after suffering some sort of fatal injury, which they received lots of trauma and PTSD from. But, they've overcome their pasts, and work together to stay strong and defeat some clankers >:)

CT-4468 Name: Chase Hair color: Black Eye color: One brown, one cybernetic eye

Previous Injury/trauma: Severely electrocuted Former squad: 104th Battalion

CT-6741 Name: Drifter Hair color: Shaved head Eye color: Brown Previous Injury/trauma: Amputated arms replaced with cybernetics Former squad: Foxtrot Group / 212th Attack Battalion

CT-1630 Name: Knot Hair color: Black Eye color: brown Previous Injury/trauma: Burned in fire Former squad: 212th Attack Battalion

CT-8673 Name: Ghost Hair color: Black Eye color: both white cybernetic eyes Previous Injury/trauma: Blinded Former squad: 501st Legion

CT-6462 Name: Impulse Hair color: Black Eye color: Brown with one cybernetic eye Previous Injury/trauma: Attacked by creature Former squad: Coruscant Guard

#star wars #clone oc #clone trooper oc #star wars ocs #oc sundays #clone valkyrie squad #my ocs #ocs #original character #my characters #my oc stuff #oc: chase #oc: drifter #oc: impulse #oc: knot #oc: ghost #ask clone valkyrie squad

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nodramalamacorn · 1 year

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Thank you kindly for the tag @bibliosophie ❤️

Five things that make me happy:

1. My husband Christos, beautiful inside and out, who will always surprise me with his ancient soul and youthful persona. And our pug Darth, a joyful little clown with his own mind and curious personality.

2. My hobby; paper. My hobby has turned me into a paper hoarder; anything paper related with all the additional things that goes with it. Paper allows me to make books, art journals, collages, anything really as long as I keep an open and curious mind.

I always buy at least one journal or notebook in every country we visit during our vacations, and while traveling I collect papers off the streets, poster walls, stickers peeled off lamp posts or memorabilia wherever there is some to take for free.

3. Greece ❤️ with Paros on the top of my mind. A small Greek island which sits in the heart of the Aegean sea and belongs to the Cyclades. I visited Paros last year for the first time, and at first sight I was blown away by all the whitewashed houses though a little sceptical about the desert nature and rocky terrain. When we left Paros, after having explored its magickal nature and medieval villages, as I stood there on the ferry watching the island disappear in the horizon - tears flowed down my cheeks as I realised Paros had stolen a piece of my heart. I still have that heartache, longing for Paros, and can’t wait to return in September.

4. Really good tv-series, lastly seen: Maestro in Blue (2022) and Colony (2016). Though *Star Trek will always be rolling on tv while I indulge in my paper play.

*Star Trek (1966), TNG (1987), DS9 (1993), Voyager (1995), Enterprise (2001)

5. Food, delicious food! Cooking myself, often trying something new (latest was Mexican mole), or tasting interesting foods while traveling, or spoiling myself with the offerings from our local restaurants or cafés in and around Stockholm.

@stumblingoverchaos

@peikonlainen

@notebookmuseum

@tuntematonkorppi

@starrynightcat

@the-solarpunk-activist

@charlie-whiskey-foxtrot

@bloodhive

@vampire-squid

@radipede

#happiness #ego

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writteninsunshine · 2 years

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He Knows Just What It Takes To Make A Pro Blush - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFW

Title: He Knows Just What It Takes To Make A Pro Blush

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Erotic

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1018

Type Of Work: One-Shot, For 8/8/22 Vore Day

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sounding, Cock Vore, Macro/Micro, Size Difference, 10 Year Age Gaps, Ozzie Has A Penis/balls/vagina, Shower Sex

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: There was a reason Fizz was so important to him, and it had so much to do with his creativity.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

It was brought to my attention that it is many holidays today, one of which is Vore Day. Considering my hubs and I ended up playing with things for FizzarOzzie we don’t usually mess with much, I had to do this cock vore/sounding fic with them for today. I don’t think that I was intending to actually write this but you know what? It’s here and now everyone else’s problem.

I hope this scratches an itch for someone, but even if it doesn’t, I still had a blast writing it!

NOTE: Block November Sierra Foxtrot Whiskey if you don’t want to see my NSFW fics!

Helluva Boss Fic Masterlist

He Knows Just What It Takes To Make A Pro Blush

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It was no secret that Fizzarolli was a creative little fuck, and Ozzie was always more satisfied for it.

Seated on the stone outcropping in the shower, he leaned back into the wall, the waterfall behind him setting the mood with its slow trickling. Water from overhead dripped over Fizzarolli as he gorged himself on his lover’s cock, sliding his long, forked tongue inside the slit until it bottomed out and he gave a soft, frustrated chitter. For a moment, Ozzie didn’t even notice it, until that tongue flicked against his urethra and he blinked one eye open as a low moan was wrenched from his throat.

This was done just in time to catch a look he knew very well light up his imp’s eyes as he slowly retracted his tongue with a grin. All he could see in that toothy beam was a promise for pleasure at the expense of whatever his moral compass could be called, and it sent a shudder through the lust demon’s body.

“Do it, Olli Baby.” Consent was more critical to Olli than it was to Ozzie, but he didn’t mind giving it out whenever he thought his lover needed it. With permission given, the jester drug his face over the large slit of the other’s gargantuan cock, swiping his tongue over his own lips. Purring for his lover, he finally pushed his face more against the dip, wriggling his mouth and face inside before Ozzie was prepared for it.

The crow of a moan that left him as one of his taloned feet stomped twice on the floor with a wet slap was loud and appreciative, tailing off in a happy purr as he reached down to hold himself in place. The imp was stubborn enough to keep slowly shaking his head from side to side, further wedging his face and head inside his lover’s urethra until he was up to the nubs of his horns. He could feel Ozzie stroking himself by the tightening around him, and his own hips jerked. That meant this was good to go because his horny would-be-boyfriend hadn’t told him to stop, not that he’d expected it.

Even if it had hurt, Ozzie was into that kind of thing.

Carefully adjusting so that he could open his mouth, he purred as the crook of his nose nudged more against the other’s dick from the inside. Tongue slithering out, it lapped deeper inside of Ozzie’s cock than anyone had ever gone without a toy, and his head fell back against the wall. That was not to say that Olli’s body wasn’t considered a toy at this point, after all of the augmentations that they had made to it together.

Olli hadn’t forgotten anything else, though. While he was busy holding his breath and licking up as much of the precum flooding the tube he was in, his arms whirred as they extended out behind him. Both hands played at the other’s pussy lips, stroking them a few times with his thumbs before stretching out his hole some. Pulling back and twisting his arms together, he clasped his hands before plunging deep inside his lover’s cunt. He knew he could only hold his breath for so long before he’d have to pull up, and he didn’t particularly want Ozzie to be without pleasure if he could help it.

Slick gushed past his arms, and he leaned forward a little more, trying to ease himself just a little deeper before he had to pull back. His own prehensile, slimy cock wriggled against Ozzie’s heavy balls, and he chittered and barked his pleasure to help his body vibrate for his lover. Ozzie’s constant litany of broken moans and loud, gagged sobs told him he was doing a damn good job, at least. He couldn’t help the grin on his face that fell when he realized he was coming to the end of his ability to keep this up; Holding his breath for longer than a minute or so was something he hadn’t perfected, yet.

Thrusting his arms a little faster as he leaned back and out, he was thankful for Ozzie’s hands coming to his rescue. Pulling him back, they pet over his cheek and spine as the imp panted and gasped for breath, sucking down heaving lungfuls of air like a man nearly drowned. The thick globs of precum followed him, soaking his head and back as he arched his spine, tail snapping with arousal.

“You’re so good for Master, Baby, good boy,” Ozzie purred happily, and Olli returned the sentiment with soft babbling that didn’t exactly mean anything at all, “Gonna pick you up, Olli Baby, you deserve a treat for that.”

Olli gave a chittering whine as he was manhandled to face and subsequently hug Ozzie’s dick, his arms still pistoning in and out of his lover’s cunt. Pushing his tongue back against the slit of that enormous cock, the imp suddenly gasped when the elder demon’s mouth found his red and black striped cock, and he wiggled against his mouth eagerly. It wasn’t going to be long before he came like this, not with how hard Ozzie always got him, leaking and making a mess of himself within minutes. This was going to cut it close, but he’d always keep going until Ozzie came, too. Hopefully the throbbing he was feeling meant they’d come together, as they so often did.

He didn’t stop until he was thoroughly spent on Ozzie’s tongue, humping absently against it as he was totally soaked in thick ropes of Ozzie’s cum. The shower was going to have one Hell of a time trying to clean them up, but it hardly mattered to the two panting bodies spread out over the stone bench in the veritable room the shower alone was.

Olli was going to add this to the long checklist of successes that they’d discovered together and call it a day if Ozzie ever let him go. Sometimes he wondered when the other would give him a chance to breathe because he really loved to suck him dry.

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AN: Welp, nice and short but still hopefully sexy. I had so much fun writing this, I can’t really explain it. I hope y’all enjoyed it, there’s going to be a lot more.

Prompt: 8/8 Vore Day 2022

#Helluva Boss Fanfic #Helluva Boss Fanfiction #FizzarOzzie #Helluva Boss Asmodeus #Helluva Boss Fizzarolli #November Sierra Foxtrot Whiskey #cw sounding #cw cock vore #cw macro/micro #cw size difference #cw age gaps

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(made in picrew, with some edits)

[twst styled pic/spite of him in uniform soon to come]

“You could sooner divert a river from its course then deny my nature.”

School: Royal Sword Academy

[Hellēnikḗ]

[the dorm was founded on the perseverance of Hercules]

Full Name: Wyborne Fawkes Eshmun

Nicknames: Wybie, Hornton (by his dormmates), and Wyvhorn (by his archery teammates)

Grade/Class: Year 2 (sophomore)/Class (No.2-B)

Birthday: July 4th (Cancer)

Age: 17

Height: 5’8” (172.72 cm) with horns, 5’4” (162.56 cm) without horns.

Race: Fae ??

Dominant Hand: Left (working on becoming Ambidextrous), was originally the Right - until the incident.. Trying to reteach himself.

Homeland: Port o’ Bliss

Club: Leader of the Archery club (which has many trophies in cases in the school's main building lobby! Though he did most of the work for those)

Best Subjects: Cybernetic analysis, Biology, Astrology, Archery

Worst Subject: Geometry

Hobbies: Dancing (Waltz, Foxtrot, & Samba, and rather good at them), Stargazing, Reading (mainly either those sappy stories, or medical textbooks), practicing archery, and playing guitar.

Pet Peeves: Cold weather, Tight/form fitting clothing, Having his picture taken, Sleeves i guess?, Having too much attention but also not enough attention, Physical touch (though puts up with it for his UM - he is just not used to non formal/UM related/aggressive physical contact and is very touch starved).

Fears: Phobia of Rejection and Imperfection.

Favorite Food: Vegetables, Fruit, anything overly sweet or sour, and anything Vanilla based.

Least Favorite Food: anything spicy

Talent: Archery and engineering

Unique Magic: "My Healing Hand." Incantation: “Veins, shimmer and sheen..” [The user can absorb injuries, while removing it from the source, into their body. This allows the user to take wounds of others away. healing them, but causes the user to be inflicted with those wounds. The user is also able to give their own wounds or someone else's wounds to others. The UM works through physical contact, through any part of their body as long as its skin to skin contact - but the user might mainly just use their hands for it. He can use his UM through his prosthetic arm as well, but it's a bit finicky.

Instead of a deep red like what human blood typically looked like, the user's blood is actually a fluorescent blue, due to the pathogens in their veins due to the ‘healing’ factor of their UM, but other then that it functions like normal blood and doesn’t change his physical appearance at all. When a transfer of injury happens between the user and a subject, there is a soft blue fluorescent glow in the area where the wound is on the user or subject before it disappears/reappears on the other person.

The UM doesn’t work on mental illnesses, old scars, emotions, or born physical disabilities/mental disabilities. Nor can the user can’t bring anyone back from the dead (not without killing themself or someone else in return.. And it would have to happen very shortly after said person’s passing). Though it can sort of work with transmitted illnesses, to a degree.]

Trivia: His hair stops at his waistline, colors fading from the dark brown to a dirty blonde.

He’s a part of Ramarak’s weekly study group.

He is quiet and calculated, rather antisocial and not very talkative (unless it's a topic he’s fond of/knowledgeable in) but still willing to help others, as it pains him to see others suffer - especially if it's like he has. If he trusts you/befriends you, then he’ll be more open. Revealing his more snarky/sarcastic and playful side

He has a prosthetic forearm, due to losing his left arm from the elbow down during an event in his childhood (if you want to be a hero, you have to be prepared to die/get hurt like one). He’s not comfortable talking about how he lost it, unless he’s very close to you.

There are many outlandish/humorous/courageous rumors people have come up with about how he lost it, which he ignores.

He often suffers from phantom pains, at the end of the stump arm, due to the physical trauma he had gone through when he lost that part of his arm. After joining RSA, he managed to finally get medication for it, but it only helps to a degree. its not a cure-all. There was no way to get any unless you were in one of the few major cities that were very far apart from each other (he has a small bottle of the meds, but he ran out quite recently). He also suffers from nightmares/night terrors from that past trauma as well. His prosthetic looks like this, but built for a right arm not a left (he built it himself);

(i dont own this image, found it on google. idk who the orginal maker of it is but if someone knows then please tell me and ill update this description with the proper credit)

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Character Summary:

“Life is about pain, and by God, I will be its conduit.”

His parents are wealthy and well renowned, though not directly of any kind of nobility or royalty, far from it. His father is a skilled magic healer, experienced in all sorts of healing magics/potions. While his mother is a powerful swordmage. Primarily a majority of his lineage is made up of well known warriors. something he has no interest in being. He’d rather help others rather than harm them for his own benefit - unless they wrong him or poorly treat those he cares about.

His parents are divorced, and have been for most of his life - ever since he was 4 or 5 years old. His parents have split custody, but he doesn’t see his father as much as he used to nowadays, as his father is too busy traveling around to heal the common folk instead of the richer people - though does gift him souvenirs/books. Usually having his fathers house to himself whenever there. His mother is also busy as the head guardsmen of their hometown, so when she’s not there he’s usually forced to take care of his brother, whenever the servants aren’t busy homeschooling him.

He has a younger half brother, sharing a mother but with different fathers, a few years younger than him - whom he’s somewhat close to.. At the very least his brother seems to look up to/admire him. Through whom he kind of resents to a degree, someone who got all the love and attention from the adults around him/from family/teachers that he never got. Where he was scorned and told to do better no matter how hard he worked, his brother was praised and rewarded for doing almost nothing. He knows it's not his brother's fault for the actions of those adults, but he can’t help but feel envious and salty about it.. their ‘brotherly bond’ is.. complicated, to say the least.

What did he do to not deserve love..? Why is he never good enough..? They’ve never told him, so he is left to speculate. Is it because he’s not good with a sword? Is it because his horns are matched sizes? Is it because they (his mother and her side of the family) hate his father and he’s too similar to him? He.. he just wants to be good enough.. And by the stars, he will be! even if he has to die trying.. And that's a promise (to himself).

When he got the invite to join RSA, he was quite happy! His family was split on thinking that either it was a mistake, a letter meant for his brother that he stole/a fake one he forged, or that it was him finally becoming useful and worth something. He thought that it was finally his chance to prove himself to his family - that he doesn’t need to become a warrior in order to be useful, that working behind the scenes is just as important of a job as working on the front lines. Though his family also thought this meant the school could change him around and turn him into what they are/what they want him to be. Which of course isn't how the academy works, but regardless - he packed his things, said bye to his brother without a clear promise of keeping in touch, and left for the isle of sages. Ready to start his journey.

He’s learned a lot of new things so far that he wouldn’t have if he stayed in port o’ bliss, and is prepared to learn even more, while making the most of/improving upon his current skills. he was homeschooled his whole life until he joined RSA, so he's quite out of the loop as to how school systems/school rules work.. but he's trying to learn! (though sometimes he will break those rules/defy that system in order to help someone or do what he believes in his heart to be right). though despite his lack of social experience/introversion, he is quite suave and good at talking to people - if its just one person or a small group. with crowds though.. he'd prefer to avoid those at all costs.

Many time’s his dormmates have forced him to relax/take care of himself by physically dragging him away from his studies, as when he gets too into his studies/hobbies he neglects his own health/needs (it's unclear if it's intentional on his end or not, though he is rather self-loathing and depressed, and is intent on ‘proving’ himself and his worth/usefulness to his parents). When not doing classes, club activities, or being pulled into attics by his classmates, he is helping out the nurses in their medbay at the school! Being a very effective assistant and medic in training, taking after his father (only half intentionally).

oh, you thought i was gonna reveal how he lost his arm? dont worry, i will.. eventually. you just need to figure out the right things to ask :)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #royal sword academy #rsa #twst #rsa oc #twst oc #oc #Wyborne Fawkes Eshmun #Hellēnikḗ

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The intimacy of physical touch was a foreign concept, much like the French delicacies Lestat de Lioncourt often spoke of. This time was no different, as the other man spoke excitedly about his home, a golden curl springing from his HAIR that Will can’t help but reach out and brush back from the other man’s face. “Sorry,” he says, immediately embarrassed. “I saw it and—-decided to touch you without your permission. Um…the chateau of the—-“ he had gotten distracted by Lestat. That wouldn’t be the first time.

They're beside one another upon the chaise recovered from his New Orleans townhouse, after many parted years, and the vampire's been rather poetic about his family home - enchanting Will with its crawling ivy and high, stained glass windows - but the reality is infinitely different. That place couldn't hold more bad memories if it were the very abyss of misery itself but Lestat would rather paint a masterpiece with his words than drag more darkness into a mind already addled with it. For he has seen, many times now, how haunted Will is, especially at night. That figure; it's beyond anything Lestat has ever seen upon this earth in all his long lifetime.

"My mother was always---" he pauses and the smile upon Lestat's face grows softer, less enthused but more intimate at the touch. It's a quiet moment of accomplishment for them both, he feels. Will has finally stepped over the line that Lestat has carefully laid closer and closer to him over the past few weeks. The opportunities for contact have been numerous but the time has never been right; save now. Icy blues gently seek out Will's eyes, trying not to force their meeting but offering it openly enough. "You don't have to apologise, Will. I quite liked it, actually. It's been a long time since anyone's been so thoughtful toward me."

The confession holds a truth that Lestat knows he'll have to explore in time but, for now, he revels in the way both of their hearts quicken, joining in more of a foxtrot than their previous, almost rehearsed waltz. It's exhilarating! And that sudden energy now comes forth as Lestat's hands punctuate his continued storytelling. "It was the chateau of the Marquis d'Auvergne. I've heard he was a vulgar man with the temper of a wounded hound of hell." One day he'll reveal that the Marquis was his own father but Lestat isn't sure either of them are ready for that yet. "But that somehow doesn't seem as important as it did before."

Nothing seems important like that touch did.

@sightburdened : [X]

#sightburdened #ᴇʀᴀ : ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ.#this feels beyond freeing tbh and i'm pleased with it #maybe less poetic than it could be but i'm sure i'll grow into that

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pony-named-paprika · 2 months

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Hey Partridge in a pear tree, I'm currently headcannoning that red can leave Stagehands fucked up Frankenstein monster body, (or at the very least thinks she can) but is trying to "lay low" from the very much not dormant literal god on the loose now

since ash is real™ now, red kinda got ejaculated out that body and now is trapped within stagehands glorious girlfail grindscape

you could have used many other words besides ejaculate.

also what do you mean by "ash is real" did sierra foxtrot confirm something? cuz if so, brass tax is its own timeline either way

as for your headcanon im not answering anything

#paprika's inbox #jazztronauts: brass tax

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strangecloud · 5 months

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Every time I come back to Supper's Ready by Genesis, I get my mind blown yet again. That song is a life-changing masterpiece.

I'm not even sure why. When I first heard it, I was a dumb metalhead baby child who had never heard anything beyond 4 minute songs in 4/4. Supper's Ready was so dynamic with its different movements, great harmonies, and dreamlike strange lyricism. Really, the verses go straight to Dada territory with complete word salad. It's amazing.

It really made me understand what it is I find inspiring too. When I first heard it, it was such an awakening that all I wanted was to make something half as glorious as Supper's Ready itself was. I liked it for the parts I understood and I wanted to understand the parts I didn't.

If you at all have the means to, go listen to it. And all of Foxtrot too. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.

#music #favorite songs

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darkarfs · 1 year

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Acrania - Fearless

Fearless is not just an album but a deluge of the last century of popular music in the new world, spreading out as far as Rio De Janiero, Miami, Montreal and San Fransisco. Acrania are far beyond fusion, brewing up a focused, voltaic liquor of progressive and entirely human songs that cover more ground than a monsoon and with twice the fury. They’re scrappy enough to pull all of this genre-bending off with barely a lick of pretense but serious enough to follow through with their ideas, blending relentless polyrhythmic percussion with adventurous riffing and a liberal use of wind instruments towards an end like no other.

Simply put, Fearless is a tour de force of nearly everything I love in music. It has the intensity and intelligence of Death and Cynic, the rhythmic tomfoolery of Meshuggah, the adventurousness of The Mars Volta, incisive lyrics of Gaza or Gojira, and heaps of Latin flavor that I grew up playing in so many school jazz bands. It’s so fresh it makes Genghis Tron look like Bloodbath and so fun it makes Revocation look like the National Society of Accountants.

Take for instance “Hypocritical Conflict.” Drawn in by wailing winds and indecipherable drumming, it immediately switches gears into catchy grind-thrash riffing with big-band horn hits before a samba bassline ushers in its next movement. More of this stop-and-go madness, along with some of the album’s most brilliant dynamic contrast can be found in the bridge of “Poverty Is in the Soul,” whose anti-capitalist lyrics get shouted out with passion and a Beardfish-ian disregard for syllable count. “I Was Never Dead” flies through four minutes on a wave of Santeria drumming, d-beats and even a brief foray into foxtrot. The rapid rhythmic turnover and at times unconventional song structures make for a taxing listen on paper, but instead absolutely invigorate due to the band’s energy and clever use of repetition. Not once across the album’s 38 minutes do the band glimpse at their navels or stare at their reflection, muddied as they are by the uncontrollable flood of their own creativity.

Fearless is a work of endless ends, each terminus flowing into the infinite confluence of style and genre that soaks anything in its path, frothing out and spilling into every nook and cranny of your little ear canals. From the trumpet’s cheeky plundering of “Tequila” that plays out “People of the Blaze” to the extended take on Victor Frankl’s existentialist philosophy in “Man’s Search for Meaning,” there’s simultaneously nothing beyond Acrania’s grasp yet nothing beneath their level. No other band in the world sounds like Acrania. Like Fair to Midland or Genghis Tron, their music is so steeped in individuality and character that the very idea of it mesmerizes, its identity so clear and so strong. Fearless not only succeeds in its mixture of genres, its excellent songs, and its scope, but on a much deeper level; it feels whole.

#favorite albums #acrania #Bandcamp

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christmastreebag · 1 year

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LATEST ALBUM: Jellyfish - Bellybutton

i was doing this on twitter but i quit twitter so ill do it here: ive decided to listen to a bunch of “masterpiece” albums (basically anything ive heard highly of / looked at the rolling stones) and talk about what i thought of them here

the rolling stones is a really boring resource and my memory an unreliable one, so if you would like to recommend an album please do, even if not everyone considers it a masterpiece. especially if its rap/hiphop i wanna get into more of that stuff

ALBUM LIST VVV

"Mastapiece" albums i HAVE listened to: (a dash indicates that i listened to the album after making the list and will talk about it first probably)

XTC – Skylarking

Game Theory – Lolita Nation

The dB's – Stands For Decibels

Ben Folds Five – Ben Folds Five

MF DOOM – MM... FOOD

A Tribe Called Quest – The Low End Theory

Jellyfish – Spilt Milk

Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

R.E.M. - Murmur

Modest Mouse – The Lonesome Crowded West

Car Seat Headrest – Twin Fantasy

The Flying Burrito Brothers - The Gilded Palace Of Sin

The Magnetic Fields – 69 Love Songs

-Weezer – i wanna say the blue album is the one people like?

-Jellyfish – Bellybutton

-Micheal Jackson – Thriller

-The Beatles – that one with the guys walking i dont feel like looking it up

-my brother (weezer fan) has informed me that Pinkerton is better or something. im sorry

"Mastapiece" albums i HAVE NOT listened to:

The Beach Boys – Pet Sounds

Pink Floyd – off the wall

Pavement – The one produced by mitch easter its name is really long though

Gorillas – Plastic Beach

Velvet Underground Banana album

Los Authenticos Decadentes – Mi Vida Loca

Talking Heads – The one with the guys my dad said it was good and people like them i think

Nirvana – dont people like the baby pool album idk i dont like the shirts so i never listened to them

Radiohead – Ok Computer

Neutral Milk Hotel – In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust

Nas – Illmatic

Gram Parsons – Grievous Angel

Elvis Costello - Trust

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Five Fics Friday: Sept. 9/22

It’s Finally Friday, so let’s get onto the weekend with some great reads suggested to me this week! Enjoy!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Awake by greymantledlady (G, 2,178 w., 1 Ch. || Pilotverse || UAP ASiP Fix It, Dreams and Nightmares, Dreams vs. Reality, Hospital Love Confessions, Getting Together, Awkward John, Coma Dream, Sick Fic) – Pilotverse fix-it in which Sherlock is initially in a coma and the events of S1-4 are a kind of lucid dream. Also, hospital confessions, clearing the air, soft pilotverse Sherlock and John, and John Not Hitting Sherlock.

Fingers In The Fridge (And Other Dramatic Moments In The Life Of Sherlock Holmes) by greymantledlady (T, 4,833 w., 2 Ch. || Post TAB, Getting Together, Angry John, Sexual Tension, Domestics, POV Sherlock, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Virgin Sherlock, Gentle Kissing, Apologies, Fluff, Cuddling/Snuggling, Making Up) – John’s eyes are direct and earnest and slightly stunned, fixed on Sherlock’s face, and he takes a rasp of breath and looks down at his fingers on Sherlock’s arm as though he doesn’t know how they came to be there. Slowly, very slowly, he peels them away, and Sherlock tries to stop shivering and tries not to notice how cold the place on his arm feels, now that John’s fingers aren’t covering it. He looks down at his hands, and feels his face twisting painfully.

RECENT MFLs

And one day you'll see the scars by thepurplewombat��(T, 1,550 w., 1 Ch. || Post TEH, Aftermath of Torture, Angry John, Scars, Sherlock Whump) – songofages and I had a conversation about Sherlock's back in TEH, because really, how much must it have hurt to let John slam him into the floor like that after everything he'd gone through, and this happened. It turned out more angsty than I'd intended, and more Mrs Hudson-focussed, but I don't think you can ever have too much angst, or too much Mrs Hudson, for that matter.

Forward Momentum by Bluebuell33 & ohlooktheresabee (E, 38,526 w., 10 Ch. || Mystrade & Johnlock || Post-S4, Friends to Lovers, Redemption, Developing Relationship, POV Alternating, Light Angst, Family Dynamics, Domestic Fluff, Dating, Personal Grown, Parenthood, Happy Ending) – After the events of Sherrinford, the Holmes family is forever altered. Mycroft no longer has anything to hide, but instead must find a way to win back his brother's trust. Sherlock is faced with truths about himself long-buried, and both of the brothers Holmes realize that their positions in the world are no longer as fixed as they might have seemed. Along with these realizations come new opportunities. Mycroft finds himself drawn to Inspector Lestrade, and now that all his secrets have been laid bare he finds he doesn't want to hold back anymore. Sherlock too begins to find it harder and harder to remember why he has been repressing his desires - especially when he is around his best friend, John Watson. The past is a dark and melancholy place, and neither Holmes wants to return there - so it's time now to push forward, and take a chance on something brighter.

#five fics friday #my fic recs #johnlock fic recs

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i wrote this entire thing out and then my tumblr decided to refresh on its own and i cant remember what i said now oops

some of my favourite album covers r electric ladyland by jimi hendrix, heroes by david bowie, both speaking in tongues and remain in light by talking heads, scared to dance by skids, in the aeroplane over the sea by neutral milk hotel !!, london calling by the clash, basically joy division's entire discography, lionheart by kate bush, desire by bob dylan and let it be by the beatles (idk why when its like one of the least interesting beatles covers i just like it)

the first album that comes to mind with a cover i dont like is faith by the cure its just kinda boring and gives me nothing and it kinda looks like a toe to me (speaking ill of the cure physically hurts me but im sorry it had to be said). i cant actually think of very many other album covers i dislike actually but im sure i will probably think of some the minute i send this ask lmao.

my next questions for you are: do you collect anything? and if so, whats the thing in your collection that means the most to you and why?

sincerely

your secret rocker santa ( i think i had a dinosaur emoji the first time but i cant remember now.. anyways 🦕)

also you mentioned wilco and i wanna ask do u know the album they did w billy bragg of the unrecorded woody guthrie songs? bc thats one of my favourite albums of all time but i dont rly think ive heard much else of wilcos stuff so maybe i should check them out. ok bye

GOD I HATE WHEN TUMBLR DOES THAT!! so so annoying!! but great choices :)

and yes! i collect cds and buttons <3 it’s hard to choose a favourite cd but i guess the one that means the most to me is tim by the replacements (i know i just said in my last message that i hate the cover lol but the album is SO good) because it was one of the first cds i got and now like 4 or 5 years later i’m still insane about them. as for buttons it’s a really tough choice i have a lot of great ones. but my top ones are: ��i’m an undocumented feature!’, my pink triangle pin, one with king arthur on it that i just am really endeared by for some reason, ‘they’ve had it!’, and a vintage virgo pin. i might have pics of these in my pins tag.

and yes!! mermaid avenue is one of my favourite albums ever!! it is SOOOO good i was obsessed with it for many many years. the rest of wilco’s discography is pretty good but tbh i mostly just like them cause i grew up listening to them. that said! if u want to listen to wilco their best albums are being there and summerteeth (i have had so many intense summerteeth phases good god). a.m. is also good. the rest of their albums are either really weird or mildly good. or both. yankee hotel foxtrot is their biggest hit but a bit overrated imo. sky blue sky is good! so that’s all my wilco opinions.

#also yes u were the dinosaur:)#srs22

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