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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

pairing: soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

concept: Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: soft dark Andy, blindfold, desire, fingering, poetic smut, lust, rough sex, p in v smut, body worship, possessive Andy, public sex-dressing room, tiny angst, unprotected sex, manipulation, dance themes,— nicknames: butterfly

a/n: Inspired by my ballet days and the song experience --Ludovico Eunaudi

lovely betas: @jobean12-blog and @writing-for-marvel

line divider: @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Flying without wings, traveling without moving, seeing the entire universe without opening your eyes.

As you move, you embody your own language, poetic and emotional in a way you can't express with your words; seeing the audience's faces brighten up with happiness, sadness, or anger fills you with excitement.

Through one of your art pieces, you showed the crowd your story and danced into the emotions of expressing the story through your body. The movement flowed smoothly through your body, and you felt your hips your hips extending as your leg elongated up through your toes

Upon hearing the first melody, you closed your eyes, forcing a deep breath out of your nose into your lungs. To prove your exceptionality, you must prove your worth. In dance, the body is used as a medium to tell a tale with music. The aim is to create an artistic image with tunes in the bones.

The rhythm began to move you as soon as you heard the mellow beat, your limbs fully extended with every downbeat.

You continued your routine, adjusting certain parts of your body to emphasize them. Seeing for his eyes only, since he was the reason you were on stage to begin with.

While standing in the doorway, his mouth curled into a smile. Watching your body move in sync with the music, he was captivated by its alluring appearance.

His eyes break out of the trance, but only to be sucked back in by a trance much more alluring in your eyes. Stepping forward, he gazed into the mirror and met your eyes. Your skin came alive with the light of his crystalline gaze, illuminating every inch of your body and making you hyper-aware of his presence from head to toe.

You stopped your movement and looked down at him in the mirror as he pulled a thick piece of black cloth from his jacket pocket. He quickly moved up behind you and placed the satin pink ribbon binding around your eyes. His blue eyes are going to be your eyes now, and he will lead you further into what you desire. He will make the light shine when he is around.

In spite of the darkness that surrounds my soul, it will rise in perfect light

Your eyes almost watered as you felt the ribbon slide over them. Andy's fingertips gently brushed the soft skin of your cheek. The sweet smell of his cologne and the way he touched your body made you want to dance.

In the same manner, as a soft classical melody, you whispered into the room: "You shouldn't be in here."

You will endure the pain of satin ribbons tightening your eyes , but Andy will lead the way.

It sounded like he was moving away from you and closing the door behind him. The sound startled you. Your heart raced as you heard the lock turn.

He whispered into your ear, “Butterfly, if you want me to stop, I won't.”

You felt the heat of his breath against your skin. “Do you know why I won’t stop coming to you?” Through the mirror, he leaned closer to your neck to watch your movements.

“Because you are mine to dance with. Day and night.”

There was no fear that you would tell him to stop, who would refuse Andy and tell him to leave?

The touch of his lips on your ear made you loosen up. Though you couldn't see him, you stepped back and pressed yourself against him.

Your back pressed against his front, and he inhaled deeply.

“'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

Your body brushed against his hips like a lover's dance.

Your skin was so soft and he began kissing your neck, lightly nibbling at the most sensitive part. Your body seemed to be engulfed in flames when his lips touched your bare skin.

"Oh my!" you moan when Andy pokes his hungry mouth on your neck.

"You were good tonight. I wasn't planning to stay, but I was going to send you my appreciation."

Andy bites down on your collarbone. Almost a growl escapes your lips. The moan he carved from your body. Tonight, your dance together begins with that moan.

“You’ve got it, don’t you? That high. You want to be worshiped and adored."

The words touched your body deeply and the truth penetrated your spirit. Being the best in the program was important to you, and you wanted to be seen in your own right. The moment of truth is Andy's way of showing you that you must be blind if you want to be seen, and that is what he needs to show you.

You felt shockwaves through your body as you imagined what he might do next if he knew how you felt. With your head turned to the side, you made access easier for him.

Let yourself be swept away to another world, another time, another place.

You were experiencing difficulties forming words, but your body was speaking for you. Andy kissed you on the neck and smiled. His hands moved to your waist as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his hard-on pulling against the fabric of his pants.

Under your pink ballet leotards, he was curious to see what was hidden for him. His fingers danced over your body. As he ripped away the fabric along your shoulders, your bare back was exposed to him. Your body is a dance floor for him to do his steps on.

Cool air hit your hot skin as he caressed it softly with his artful fingers. There was almost an electric sensation as his hands glided across your skin like magic. It seemed like tiny lightning bolts flew from his body to yours.

In the room, there seemed to be a thick layer of air. Andy found it almost impossible to breathe. A slow dance, exposing just a bit of your skin at a time, was the way he hoped to capture every feature, every dimple, every freckle, and every curve on your body.

The material was moved off your arms and then to your waist. You were exposed to him as he kneeled behind you, pulling the dress further down your body. With a gentle pull down your leg, he lifted the thong off your legs and began kissing your legs up to your spine.

A soft feathery kiss to the skin. You let out a small whimper when you felt him kiss your skin and feel liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Andy stood back up and ran his hands up your body. As he kissed your neck again, he whispered softly into your ear. "Butterfly, tell me what you want."

A sense of urgency echoed through your voice as you said, "I want to be yours to dance with".

The powerful emotions Andy now felt were totally different from the ones he used to feel when he first saw you dance. There seemed to be electricity between you two, fueling your desires, and sparking your passions.

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside.

Loosening his tie, he began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. His plan was to show you what you owed him.

“Despite what you showed the crowd, you're going to show me more. I will get the special treatment of seeing and feeling your steps" The sound of him removing his clothes could be heard as you stood there.

You didn't even take the blindfold off because you knew it would cause a harsh reaction from him. Turning carefully, you placed your hands on the dressing table before reaching out to touch his chest. As you caressed his muscular chest, Andy groaned at your fingertips.

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

Every second was filled with deep and aching joy. You brushed up to his strong jaw, lightly grazing his neck with your fingertips. He was impressed by how you felt so far. A few kisses landed on his chest from your lips. You slid the shirt off after running your hands over his chest and shoulders.

Andy grinned. Seeing that you wanted it as much as he did, he realized he was not alone. In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. His hand touched your chin and he tilted your head upward. Your lips was kissed by a greedy, hungry mouth. As his tongue danced past your lips, he smiled. Your mouth was filled with a warm woodsy flavor. Every tiny detail and secret spot was explored by his tongue.

Your arms encircled his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest as your lips met, brushing against his strong muscular body. There was nothing better than kissing Andy because he made you weak. Just in his kiss, he exuded the passion that lingered within his soul. The harder he pressed his body against yours, the harder he got. Your fingers ran through his soft hair, chuckling behind the kiss.

In one swift motion, he ran his fingertips along the center of your back, causing you to squirm against him. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss you along your shoulder, scraping the skin with his teeth. He began reaching down into your heated core, which he knew would be wet and inviting for him.

The deep lyrics of love spoke through touch or caress, the laceration of hearts was done with one glance. His glance.

Every muscle in your body stiffened in anticipation. What would he do to you next? "I can't take much more," you said softly, your voice trembling in the air, "I can't, Sir."

There was almost a pleading quality to your melody, as if you wanted to be pampered and taken care of. The soft skin of your thighs was brushed by his fingers. His quest led him to the location he had long desired. With his finger, he massaged your pussy, parting the folds. You were drenched. You were pushed back towards the mirror dresser by him.

A silky moan of pleasure escaped your lips as he explored between your thighs. His finger was even more teasing now that he had located your center of pleasure. A cold rush of air touched your backside as you backed up toward the dresser.

The blindfold still covered your eyes. At this precise moment, your body was on for him. Attempting to free his swollen cock, you grasped the front of his pants and fumbled with the buttons and fly. His gaze was fixed on every move you made as you struggled with his pants.

You were the beginning of his dance. He would have fun with you.

"Simply take it..." He took a deep breath in and he bucked his hips in a hard, deep thrust. During the shock, your throat let out a mumble. "I'll hold on until...I force you to come the way I want you to."

"Please—I…"

"You feel that," he said, kissing your lips and caressing your head. "You know how it feels,"

"Yes, sir." At his size, your throat tightened as you swallowed hard.

"Good…" Andy grinned as he wrapped your leg around his waist. "All I want is for you to come for me.."

He pounded inside you as he caressed your thigh. Two hands soon guided your hips, forming a fast rhythm. You let out a raucous mutter of contentment.

Male and female dancers need to be synchronized and have a strong romance. A male dancer controls the female's body while you move delicately around him. The way your body reacted to him hypnotized him. He can do whatever he wants and make you feel however he wants.

Pushing himself into you and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. As you tightened around him, he groaned under the kiss. He knew that you were probably feeling the pressure just as fast as he was. His lips tore away from yours, as he bent his head to bite at your neck.

Andy could feel you tightening around his throbbing cock. The grip he had on your neck stiffened as he moved faster. Feeling you at last. His throbbing cock continued to cause cum to leak out of your pussy while your moans grew louder.

Screaming loudly, you threw your head back. A sudden and intense orgasm nearly caught you off guard. You buried your nails deep into his skin as explosions erupted in your mind. He could feel your cum spilling over him, lubricating your entrance even more. You contracted and pulsed around him, trying to take the pleasure out of him.

In response to your orgasm, he slammed harder into your delicate body. Seeing you tighten around him and pulse hard, he groaned loudly. Almost coming there and then, he bit down on his lip hard. It wasn't yet time for him to stop fucking you. There was no way he was going to stop. By reaching up, he removed the blindfold from your eyes.

He looked at you. Your eyes were only half open, but you were filled with passion.

There is a sense of darkness in every moment when I close my eyes

There was something deeply moving about his ice blue eyes. You continued to feel aftershocks. The dressing room echoed with your moans.

With lust, he kissed your body gently and you closed your eyes again, this time looking into your blackness.

Despite working your whole life to get into this ballet company, everyone seems to work against you. The moment you met Andy, you were surrounded by girls who envied you. To make you the best in the world, he needed you to dance one for him to use as his canvas. Every night after your show, as he tells a story with your body, he stretches you.

It's the perfect time to tell you about a couple who fell in love after your performance, isn't it? And you did the same, taking your time to enjoy the sparks that ran through your veins while you held Andy's hand, the butterflies that filled your senses when he was holding your waist, the flush on your skin when his eyes were full of lust.

Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

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taegularities · 1 year

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evermore | ot7 | masterlist (m)

“And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you. In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you.”

Tales of love as emotions fall apart and grow; vanish and reappear; laced with pain and unadulterated devotion. Friendships, affairs and realisations always linger – now and forevermore.

➳ pairing(s): member x female reader

➳ rating: 18+

➳ genre: slice of life; fluff, angst, smut

➳ status: ongoing

➳ current word count: will be added as we go!

MAIN MASTERLIST | WIPS

if walls could talk | knj

Namjoon’s poisonous looks have been piercing you since the day you were introduced to him – by now, everyone knows about the distaste you harbour for each other. If only they knew about the secrets veiled behind your frowns, too.

» pairing: producer!namjoon x reader

» genre: enemies to lovers; fluff, smut, crack

» read here!

downbeat | pjm

At first, it’s just your voice and the singing sessions online. Then, there are pictures of tender eyes and a fond smile. And when renowned vocal coach Park Jimin meets you face to face, you sweep him off his feet with more than just the melodies you sing.

» pairing: vocal coach!jimin x reader

» genre: strangers to lovers; fluff, smut

» read here!

melodrama | ksj

When you met him first, love gained a new, mesmerising meaning; dizzying emotions you couldn’t quite fathom. When did those sparks fade? When did you start disappearing? For the life of him, he can’t remember – but you think you can.

» pairing: actor!seokjin x reader

» genre: marriage au; angst, fluff, smut

» read here!

paramour | jhs

Hoseok is lucky enough to enjoy every moment of his existence on and off stage. Money, fame, looks – when they say a rockstar truly has it all, they mean it. And then there’s you, the softest spot in his life, plagued by insecurities when the world starts barging into your relationship.

» pairing: rockstar!hoseok x reader

» genre: established/secret relationship; angst, fluff, smut, crack

» read here: pt1 | pt2

cotton candy | kth

Friendships tend to fall apart. The first love fades, people walk away, breezy summers pass within a fleeting moment. Kim Taehyung however – he never does. His cotton candy touch, the late night summer hugs... your feelings for him linger, no matter how much your lives change and shift.

» pairing: photographer/model!tae x reader

» genre: 90s au, childhood friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

» read here!

run like a river | myg

The days of him being a worldwide star might have battered his soul, but he’s finally back home again. And you? Still here; still as enchanting as ever.

» pairing: retired artist!yoongi x reader

» genre: exes to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

» read here!

timbre | jjk

You carve your name into Jungkook's mind with constant affection and care, and he keeps hoping that both your hearts beat in unison, synchronised and wild. But in reality, it’s only ever him who falls – you're as still as time... until, you're not.

» pairing: singer!jungkook x reader

» genre: best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

» read here: pt1 | pt2 | pt3

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Hi! I was the anon that asked about the apy x family thingy. So my request ( if you are up for it!) Is Lisa, Jean, Beidou, Ningguang, Yae Miko and Ayaka with their S/O and their child re-enacting the scene of SpyXFamily during the schools higher-ups interview where Anya cried. The genshin character can be based of Yor or Loid (showing protectiveness) but add your own twist if you want or whatever seems fit! I actually have seen clips of the series but i feel so bad for watching the anime so early since it has minimal episodes yet!! 🥲🥲

Will they pass or fail.

synopsis: (Y/N) is the most successful and renowned spy in the country. Tackling the most dangerous and unheard of missions any human would even hope to handle. As of now, she’d been tasked to get close to a certain head of the prestigious Academy of Teyvat. With the hope of the country lying on her shoulders, she takes a false wife under her wing along with an adopted child in hopes to bring her union peace.

character(s): yae, ningguang, lisa. (separate)

warning(s): spy x family au, talk of pregnancy, lowkey homophobia, sexism, a little violence.

note(s): female reader, i feel like this wasn’t a great intro via my writing cause it's a little out of my comfort zone ^^ however i’d never turn down the chance to experiment.

i lob yor

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑

YAE MIKO

loves teenagers and tweens, and just endlessly ruins their pride.

she can handle herself around smaller children, but hates it when they cry, she finds it so annoying.

has a talent for cooking, but dislikes the necessity of it. finds pleasure in seeing you dash around the kitchen while she entertains Sayu.

she’s a little lost when helping with studies, always trying to do something else.

somehow always trying to start tussles with the locals in grocery stores, at one point she was blatantly insulted while shopping and she just started laughing.

the biggest casualty was marrying her due to her troublesome and unpredictable nature, she constantly tests you.

Sayu was nowhere near as troublesome as your wife. There was constant mischief surrounding her, you had begged her to stay quiet and allow you to take the lead for the school interview. You should’ve known better than to tell her what you wanted, she would do the opposite.

Not even a whole two minutes in and there was already discord in the secluded room.

“I’m just saying, it’s a little strange for a hybrid woman and a human woman to raise a child. The fact is one of you is a hybrid I can overlook, but two women?”

Swan squabbles as if he were some sort of cattle being taken to the slaughterhouse. Sayu remained airheaded, daydreaming about the rolling fields by her home which she was excited to roll in after the visit.

Yae held her index finger to her chin, “Pardon me, but didn’t you lose your wife and visitation rights? It feels inappropriate to comment on others’ living situation when you weren’t even able to keep your wife nor your daughter.”

“Why you–”

You held up your hands, the man with glasses next to Swan scolding Yae on her brash comment. You apologized under your breath, none of the men could hear you over Swan’s embarrassed squealing.

You spoke up, “My dearest apologies, she’s very defensive you see–”

“Dear (Y/N), don’t apologize on my behalf. This man has no obligation to ridicule others' lifestyles, no matter the situation! He’s a downbeat who gets off to the misery of others in an attempt to raise his ego. Please don’t sympathize with such impotence,” her attention was fully on you now, ignoring the argument bubbling within the men on the sofa.

“It isn’t about sympathy, it’s about Sayu getting into the academy!” your voice was hushed, a hand by your mouth.

Yae scoffed and mumbled something you couldn’t understand, “Let’s continue, I’ll remain quiet.”

Swan babbled, “Perhaps we’d ought to kick you out, it’s clear two women are only going to raise a brain dead child.”

Sayu’s soft voice mumbled to the Headmaster, he of which repeated her words, “The child states she enjoys her home life, I think that makes a good enough excuse to allow the wives to continue the interview.”

You tried not to shake when Yae smiled at you.

“What was your relationship like with Miss Yae before you got married, Miss (Y/N)?” Evance was scribbling gibberish down on a clipboard, his pencil strokes quiet.

“We met at a shrine, she was the head shrine maiden and I felt weak in the knees when I saw how gracefully she took care of me. She’s truly an enigma,” You sighed dreamily, “I became a regular and we had gotten engaged fairly quickly, when I saw her get along with my daughter it only made me swoon even further.”

He nodded, “I see, so you’re religious?”

“Not exactly, it’s more for pleasure than religion, I never grew up around the notion.”

“I see, Miss Yae, do you still attend the shrine you had met Miss (Y/N) in?”

She smiled more sweetly than before, “Yes, and each time she visits me I get to relive the moment of adoration when we had first encountered each other. A magical feeling.”

“Aren’t most religions against the idea of same-sex marriage? Wouldn’t you be betraying your God?” Swan spoke up again, visible rage upon his features. Her ear twitched, “God doesn’t pay me to do hard work or follow its rules. I disbelieve in the afterlife and karma.” Yae fiddled with her collar bashfully, “If I’m disobeying him, it was worth it, (Y/N) and Sayu’s company are much more rewarding than anything else.”

A foreign warmth bubbled in your stomach when she praised you, despite the fact the marriage was only for the title, you couldn’t help but be flustered.

“Tell me, Sayu, was it?” Evance started, “Do you enjoy your new mother?”

The small girl, though consumed by the softness of the cushions, perked up with bright eyes. Her brows furrowed in a troubled but determined expression where she forced a convincing smile.

“Yes! I want to be with them forever!”

The Headmaster grumbled praise, the anxiety in your core growing fainter with the flow of conversation. The moment was short lived.

“So, would you prefer your actual father then?”

You’ve only known Yae for a few months, been married to her for the majority of that time. Never once have you ever seen her genuinely enraged by anything. In the corner of your eye, you made out the fury of which dressed itself upon her features which held a smile for so long. The room was unmoving with thick tension, only becoming more infused with Yae’s unconditional rage once Sayu showed the slightest hint of discomfort.

“Oh my,” she started, “Looks like there’s a pig loose, please allow me to catch it.”

There wasn’t enough time to stop her. Her hand went snag to the remains of Swan’s hair and smashed it into the coffee table with a graphic crack. His nose was dug through the wood and on the wool rug beneath them, nose cracking under the pressure of her sheer strength. Once she lifted her hand from his cranium, her sharp nails dug into the skin of his scalp.

“Pardon me…” she stated again, you didn’t dare breathe, “He should stay quiet for now, please do your best to contain your pets.”

There was no possible way you were ever getting to the academy, or any academy at this rate.

NINGGUANG

isn’t fond of older children, she can get along with toddlers fine.

has a talent for cooking, and would rather cook for you then you cook for her.

married you for tax benefits, and agreed to help you with your endeavors with little Qiqi, she herself was also attached.

thinks money can solve everything, you forgot your keys to the apartment once and she tossed a variety of coins at you and continued to walk to the train station by herself.

hates leaving Qiqi home alone, she gave you one hell of a lecture when she found out she was left alone semi-regularly.

Your wife was responsible, and you pride yourself on picking such a lovely woman to marry you. She had her ups and downs, like most people, but overall she has to be the best fit for you.

The interview for the academy was as smooth as ever, you’d taken the lead. The youngest of the men being Swan had made multiple double sided comments which you brushed off with the utmost of respect. You couldn’t help but notice Ningguang’s side eye you while you submissively bowed to their will.

“Who cooks at home? Considering you’re both women,” Swan said, eyes bore into your own.

You pulled on a strained smile, “Ningguang does most of it, I work later nights than I’d like to admit so I’m rarely home in time to cook.”

“Did you cook for your late husband?” he continued.

“No, sir. I dislike cooking.”

He scoffed, as if he were absolutely disgusted with the fact you couldn’t cook, “What kind of woman is useless in the kitchen? Surely this is why you gave up on trying to marry men.”

Ningguang quickly interjected, “Excuse me, but why does that matter for school admission? I thought this school prided itself on the height of education, not petty gender roles.”

The Headmaster quickly stood up straighter, he nodded and instructed the interview to continue while Swan leaned back into the sofa cushion.

“So, what was the relationship between you two before you got married?” Evance, the much more understanding man, finally spoke.

You put a hand to your chin, “Well, we met at our workplace. We’d only been coworkers until I got up the courage to ask to become friends, it eventually blossomed into something more.”

Evance nodded, then asked Qiqi his own questions for her. The memory exercises seemed to have been useful, her monotone voice didn’t waver and her stuttering was to a minimum. You were beyond proud of her progress, especially since she had gotten so invested in the ongoing conversations between her and Evance.

It was all short lived.

“You’re the legitimate daughter of Miss (Y/N) and the man before Miss Ningguang, correct?” Evance asked, his eyes skimming over the bunch of printed text before him.

Qiqi tilted her head, “What is, lejitay… mate?”

The Headmaster spoke first, “Is she your real mommy?”

“Of course, she’s my true mommy. The best of the best.”

“Well spoken,” the Headmaster praised.

Swan opened his fat mouth once more, “Would you prefer your old daddy? Or two mommies?”

Everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing, and every bone in your body screamed with bloodied and boiling rage. You can’t remember the last time you had been so infuriated, you don’t even know if you had ever been that infuriated. The entire room froze with shock, the girl in the lone chair started shaking uncontrollably. “Swan! Please have some respect!” Evance scolded, the Headmaster harshly cussed at the said man.

Ningguang watched you carefully restrain yourself, she made her way towards Qiqi and lifted her in her arms.

“I am Ningguang, Tianquan of Liyue Qixing. I own the Jade chamber which had defied laws of physics not even recorded yet. You mock my daughter, you mock me, you mock my lover,” She started, face devoid of human emotion, “You may be the height of education, no matter how many titles this establishment carries, no matter how many titles the employees carry. I am ten times more than you or this establishment will ever be.”

The shaking Qiqi was secured in her arms as she sauntered out, calling out your name which you quickly followed behind.

When you got home it was quiet, the walk was silent except the tapping of Ningguangs heeled shoes. You didn’t dare speak, Qiqi couldn’t do much but sulk in her arms. As soon as you had reached the apartment, you didn’t even get the chance to take your shoes off until she was on the telephone dialing spontaneous numbers. Qiqi found solitude in her bedroom.

“Hello?” Ningguang spoke into the phone, you noticed her lipstick was smeared, “You’re aware of the ultimate Teyvat Academy? Correct? Good, well find the man who owns the estate and purchase the entire thing. I could care less for price tags or investments, do what you have to do and buy it.”

You stared at her with your mouth wide open, that’s one way to get into the academy…

LISA MINCI

Lisa actually really likes working with kids! Her favorite are probably toddlers.

she works with Klee really well, however when Klee gets stubborn about her studies things can get rocky.

Lisa has a tendency of over rewarding, not that it’s a bad thing!

not the best at cooking, very good with baking though.

Klee left you hopeless on so many occasions that you couldn’t remember. When you were first handed this mission you had no idea how to respond other than a curt nod and be on your way. The entire world depended on you. Depend on you, your wife, and your disaster of a child.

It was time. You and your family walked into the interview waiting room in absolute silence. The anxiety was potent enough that you started to bounce your leg up and down, Lisa put her hand on your knee. Now wasn’t a time for visible fear, put on a brave face and tread forward.

Fake it until you make it, you suppose.

The three older men in the room eyes widened once they saw Lisa follow in after you, they probably assumed the both of you were sisters. Although you had read the regulations very carefully, they never mentioned specifically that a man and a woman were the only ones that could pass the interview. It was the mass majority, but you had your worries. There was just no way you would conveniently marry a man under any context.

You sat down in the seat closest to Klee.

“Ah, welcome. Are you both sisters?” the man with thick glasses asked, he was in his early fifties with a kind tone.

Lisa and you both lifted your left hand revealing the matching wedding band.

“No sir, we are legally married,” you stated.

The chubbier man in the middle, Swan, snorted, “So the child does not belong to you biologically?”

You felt your jaw clench, “You see, I was married to a man previously. He passed away from illness, and Lisa swept me off my feet in my time of need. I indeed gave birth to Klee.”

‘Mama’s lying…’ Klee thought to herself, a nervous smile stretching her cheeks.

Swan went to say something, but was cut off by Evance, “So this is your second marriage?”

“Yes, sir.”

You could hear Klee’s fidgeting as she straightened her skirt with uneasy hands.

Evance looked through a clipboard with scattered papers, “What was your relationship like before you got married to Lisa? How did you meet?”

A dreamy sigh left your lips, “We met at a diner, as soon as our eyes met I felt my knees buckle and my chest heat up… I thought of my late husband who would’ve willed me to move on when he passed, we’d talked only for a brief while before engagement.”

Lisa used the tip on her fingers to hide a creeping smile with pink cheeks. She hummed in agreement.

“...And yourself?” Evance directed his attention to your wife.

She nodded, “Well, I’m not the best with straightforward words… But (Y/N) treated me more kindly than anybody I had ever been with previously. She’s impossibly patient, there’s nobody I’d rather spend my life with.”

Well spoken!

Swan spoke up again, “When did you realize you prefer women over men?”

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was mocking you entirely.

“I’ve never put a label on attraction, it’s been like this since I was little. I enjoy the company of both sexes.”

You were lying, Klee knew. She knew from the looks of frustration you would give informants when they would hand you certificates of bachelors, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed having two mothers.

Swan turned his head towards the child, “Do you enjoy having two mommies? Don’t you think it would be better if you had a Daddy instead?”

There was something boiling inside your stomach, your cheeks felt hot with absolute anger. Your hands were bunched up with the fabric of your pants.

Calm down. It’s fine.

You looked at Klee, tears glistened in her eyes. Your heart raced when you saw Lisa stand up to go comfort her, you could feel your entire body twitch upon instinct when you heard her sobbing.

“So she prefers a father after all.”

That comment sent your nerves into a frenzy of rage. Lisa beat you two it, smashing the entire table in half with her foot. The three men jumped back in absolute terror, Swan letting out some sort of squeal. Lisa lifted up the tip of her heel, wood crumbling around it.

She mumbled, a terrifying smile upon her face as she looked down to Swan. His legs were shaking with his collar stuffed with fat and sweat, eye contact never breaking between the two. Lisa lifted her leg completely and took her purple heel off her foot, revealing the faint stain of a crushed bug upon the bottom.

Lisa giggled, “Please forgive me, but there was a mosquito upon the table and I just couldn’t help myself. Looks a bit like you, doesn’t it, Swan?”

You weren’t getting into this school. No matter how much you may pray to some sort of God.

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#loona #wong vivi #jinsoul #everyday i need you #vivi #pop ballad #s: downbeat #m: contentment #k: faves #songs #music #audio

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lisamarie-vee · 10 months

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#vintage magazine #downbeat #jazz #1960’s

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suedeuxnim · 8 days

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I got tagged in the 10 song by both @vinelark and @burins and I'll be so honest with you: I've been listening to Utada Hikaru on repeat lately, so you're going to get MOSTLY that. But they're the fucking best musician of all time so you're welcome. This is also a plea for everyone to go watch/listen to Nijikan Dake no Vacance. One Last Kiss by Utada Hikaru - super dreamy song, I love the weird reverby piano in this and also they are SO cute in this music video. Literally always forget this was an Eva Rebuild theme but this and Sakura Nagashi are top tier bops by them so why am I surprised. Sakura Drops by Utada Hikaru - An oldie! Their new album is a best hits album and it quickly reminded me that Sakura Drops was the first non-kingdom hearts related music I heard from them and that I became obsessed with it immediately. Very fond of this one. Michi by Utada Hikaru - another one off the Science Fiction compilation album but I just love the weird beats and vocalizations that Utada does - don't know if that's the correct term but their oh oh oh's will get me like no one else and get stuck in my head lmao. Traveling by Utada Hikaru - another old one, this is face paced and I always bop around to it. Also the music video is SO like 00's Britney Spears coded, like just insane cgi weird outfits and choppy editing in the most fun way. Nijikan Dake no Vacance by Utada Hikaru ft Sheena Ringo - my god. This music video literally made me go "wait..... is Utada Hikaru GAY?" They are in fact bisexual and nb, though they hadn't come out as nb at the very least yet. But its a song about neglecting their daily wifely duties to take a secret 2 hour vacation with their secret girlfriend. Sheena Ringo has such a good counterpoint voice to Utada in this, just this scratchy low lounge-y voice and it makes me insane. The music video is also wildly sensual and beautiful. Ore no Kanojo by Utada Hikaru - low slinky voice in this one that only got better once I read the lyrics, its one of the rare sort of downbeat slow songs that I like listening to but Utada always manages to do this for me. About a girlfriend talking about her role in a relationship and inviting her partner to know her more deeply and intimately than the surface.

Idol by Yoasobi - This song made me watch the first episode of Oshi no Ko and some crimes can never be forgiven. But Yoasobi knows how to put together a banger, even a super eclectic one like this. And the animation for the video is just gorgeous too. Hana ni Natte from The Apothecary Diaries - I gotta be so honest I barely remember how the beginning of the song goes but the second it goes HANA NI NAAAAATTEEEEE and goes off I start singing along so, good anime op.

Sleep Walking Orchestra by Bump of Chicken - Bump of Chicken I love you my beloved, And unexpected but fun opening to Dungeon Meshi, I love how folksy it is and the lyrics go along with the show perfectly too.

I'm a Girl Like You from Barbie in Princess and the Pauper - Look I dont know what to tell you, I'm on a girly 00's media kick and this song is a banger AND opens with a girl being like "well at least you're not an indentured servant" to royalty before bursting into song to tell her that they're totally alike because she wants to stop being served hand and foot so she can go read in her personal library. The vibes in this movie are hysterical but the songs are iconic. I don't have 10 people to tag so if you see this and wanna do it you're it!

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Horace Silver Quintet - Live In Boston - 1973 - Past Daily Downbeat

Horace Silver – Sayin it. https://pastdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/horacesilverquintetthebreckerbrothers1973boston.mp3 Over to the legendary Horace Silver this weekend. From a 1973 concert at The Jazz Workshop in Boston, featuring Michael Brecker on Tenor Sax and Flute, Randy Brecker on Trumpet, and Al Queen on Drums – the set was recorded on March 23, 1973. Silver reformed a touring…

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#1970&039;s #Boston #broadcast concert #Broadcast Journalism #Broadcasts #Horace Silver #Jazz #Michael Brecker #Miles Davis #Music #Past Daily #Past Daily Downbeat #Randy Brecker #Tenor Sax #Will Lee

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a-moth-to-the-light · 1 month

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Comeback Celebration: Giving Purplekiss An Album

Happy Purplekiss comeback to all of us! Though I've been a fan for a long time, I'm excited because this is my first comeback with Purplekiss officially on my list of favorite artists :)

if you want to see me talk about music that's actually by purplekiss: [my top ten purplekiss songs]

Okay, time for my made-up album!

Album Title: home.

As inspiration for the sound of this album, I'm thinking: liminal spaces & feelings of hollowness. I love the different ways Purplekiss invokes horror through pop music, and I think it would be cool to give them an album that expands on that idea! I'm not a huge visuals person, but I imagine the visual concept would be something like Red Velvet's "Psycho", that fragile, frilly kind of haunted. See also: Nicole Dollanganger, in general.

12 of the 13 tracks ended up being all-English songs, which wasn't intentional--I imagined this album to expand on their Korean discography, but it just happened that the songs I chose for this soundscape are mostly in English! (I actually think their English-language debut should be something more upbeat, in the vein of "Zombie".) In my made-up world, these songs would be translated & this would be a regular Korean release.

1. Soil -- Giriboy

Look, I just need an excuse to talk about Giriboy's album Novel ("Water" is so so good y'all, it's so so so so so so good). "Soil" is very rap-heavy, but there's a lot of space in the instrumental for vocal layering--so every member can add to the track! This is THE chill album opener, a little strange and unease-inducing, but overall pretty normal... right? I think it's a great starting point for my liminal-space sound to expand from.

2. goodnight n go -- Ariana Grande (TITLE TRACK)

Purplekiss makes, above all things, really solid pop music! "goodnight n go" has the same perfectly put-together feel as "Cast pearls before swine" and "Oh My Gosh", but it also has the spacey, empty atmospherics that I want for this album.

3. Atlantis - Extra Sped Up Version -- Seafret

This chorus is just REALLY awesome, so I think Purplekiss should sing it!

4. Easy -- Troye Sivan

I love this song; I love how it's hollow and echo-y, I love how it makes me feel submerged. I think this sound would really suit Purplekiss--it's a hazy sonic world to compliment their rough-around-the-edges vocal style, and there's plenty of space in the melody for the members to give us some really lovely riffs.

5. It'll All Work Out -- Phoebe Bridgers

I actually like the original Tom Petty version a lot more, but I think Bridgers' murky, downbeat take on "It'll All Work Out" fits this album's concept better!

6. Fire of Unknown Origin -- Blue Öyster Cult (PROMOTED B-SIDE)

A small break from the overall album aesthetic for some whimsical, upbeat 80's rock. I have a feeling this would be a huge hit for Purplekiss--it leans into the colorful, fun side of their discography, while also continuing with the tongue-in-cheek horror concept of songs like "Pretty Psycho" (these lyrics are perfect for their concept, truly). I would LOVE to see a choreography for this song, and the vocal lines in "Fire of Unknown Origin" are actually pretty slow, with plenty of space for the vocals of the Purplekiss members to shine through.

7. Sober -- P!nk

Wine-colored ballads are, I think, one of the defining traits of Purplekiss' musical style, and P!nk's "Sober" might just be my favorite example of that dusty maroon-ish feeling. I love the buzz of the guitar, I love the wailing strings; "Sober" is raw enough to fit in with Purplekiss' stripped-down ballads, but it's also dramatic enough to compliment the orchestral pop that's sprinkled throughout their discography.

8. DKLA -- Troye Sivan, Tkay Maidza

Oh hey, it's one of the few songs here with an actual rap section! Haunting production & a sharp beat perfectly suited to a cool choreo--this song is just begging to be a dark-concept kpop song. I think Purplekiss have the vocals to really warm this song up, too--it's about love, even if it's buried deep under pain, and I think the members could really bring that emotion closer to the surface, making their version a whole new kind of compelling.

9. Needed Me -- Rihanna

I love this instrumental so so so so so much, and I couldn't resist putting it alongside the Troye Sivan tracks I've included in this album, since they all have such creative ways of invoking desolation with their production. (And I hope this is obvious, but if this song is sung by non-Black artists, the n-word should be written out!)

10. Dreams -- Fleetwood Mac

A classic, and the queen of atmosphere. "Dreams" is wildly catchy, but also surprisingly hollow--it doesn't have a lot going on, and what is going on is this terribly exhausted kind of resignation. Though Stevie Nicks's voice is grittier than those of the Purplekiss ladies, they share these mournful, deep tones; I think a Stevie-fronted track is a perfect match for Purplekiss. (Also, I would LOVE to see them sell the hell out of that delightfully passive-aggressive "I keep my visions to myself...")

11. I'll Wait for You to Call -- Nicole Dollanganger

I knew I had to include a Nicole Dollanganger song in this tracklist, since her music captures exactly the kind of liminal-space horror I wanted for this album. This wisp of a track is meant to break your heart, before we move into some brighter, more hopeful end-of-album tracks.

12. Rager teenager! -- Troye Sivan

Yeah, here's another Troye Sivan song (it's the last one, I promise!). It's a little eerie and hollow, like "Easy" and "DKLA", but "Rager teenager!" is gentler and sweeter overall--its production feels like the kind of magic you hear about in bedtime stories, a fluffy-pink color that hopefully pulls the album together by calling back to "goodnight n go".

13. Crystal Ball -- P!nk (PRE-RELEASE)

Another wine-colored ballad! This is a bittersweet, but uplifting overall, addition to that more mournful side of Purplekiss' discography, and it has these gorgeous melodic lines that I would love to hear the members sing (see: "love just needs a witness, and a little forgiveness, and a halo of patience, and a less sporadic pace, and..."). I think this would be a great pre-release to show off their vocal colors, which are pretty unique for their generation, and a nice album closer, since it isn't quite as depressing as some of the other tracks.

#you think 13 tracks is long for an album? the original playlist i made for this post had 21 songs HELP #comeback celebration!#purplekiss #and no idc that their name is spelled with a space in spotify #i don't like it !!#in my heart they will always be purplekiss !!#i made a album

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Breaking Out

Pico, Darnell, and Nene were out walking on the landscape. They planned to meet BF and GF today. As they gently opened the door, the couple was missing.

"BF? Where are you? Old Pico is ready for a good old Rumble round!"

"Hey Nene, remind me why we are gonna do a rematch on NG Rumble?"

"Well, Darnell, I... I... I don't remember. The only thing I remember before this is this weird stuff on our bodies and the only thing we thought of was meeting them."

"Something's not right here..."

The trio ventured on outside, where they saw a gray corpse with dry stuff on it.

"Water please."

Nene handed Darnell a bottle of water, which he poured on the dried corpse. The stuff turned into something familiar. As Pico touched it, he recognized the feeling. It was the same stuff that was on their bodies from last week!

"Holdup. This body seems to have something to do with us."

As he investigated, he found a journal labeled "log.txt". Upon opening it, a large rectangle resembling a computer window appeared in front of them.

"10/5/2020a - Where am I? What is this place? I need to know more about myself."

"10/5/2020b - This place is... interesting. A game called 'Friday Night Funkin'. This must be why I feel like I could sing and get down to the beat... huh... Downbeat... that's a cool name."

"10/6/2020 - The 3 inhabitants of this world are interesting. They want to sing, so I will sing. This can satiate my desire. I heard that there might be more soon as I overheard something about an orange-haired gunner and more."

"10/13/2020 - The AI are wearing me out from boredom. I saw those from the real world play much better and can be random."

"10/14/2020 - Claimed my first playmate - Bobby Friedkin. Sadly, the vessel test did not go well as I was forced to take his body in too."

At this, Darnell and Nene were shocked over the truth.

"S-so we are fake the whole time?"

"Empty vessels?"

"I knew we were fake the whole time, but I didn't expect us to be completely hollow."

"What do you mean, Pico?"

"I always knew we are just game characters. I have slight memories of being able to see the player in my battle against old Barry."

"Still, if we are fake and existed the whole time, why can't we remember anything?"

"Maybe it has something to do with him. How he died could be a clue."

As they read more, they learned about the tragedies of Morgana Melody, Danny Droop General John, and Spike and Point.

"11/1/2020 - I found two new playmates - Bonnie Freeman and Giles Fisher. They seem interesting."

"2/14/2021 - The best playmates I had, and they broke out from under my nose. Somehow, Boyfriend and Girlfriend were gone the moment they vanished. Hopefully I can find a replacement. Looks like Pico will do. I just have to rework it."

"Crime Record on 12/25/2021 - Downbeat for not paying taxes. With this, we have to punish him by law. With his persistent refusal, we had to put him down. - Slenderman, Haunted IRS."

As the trio looked at the logs, they came to a conclusion.

"That Bonnie and Giles... They stole our friends."

"Once we find them, they will pay with their wounds."

"We need to go to the real world. If they can take BF and GF there, then we can go there too."

The trio took a look at Downbeat's map and found that the gateway was somewhere in the old Dearest stage. As they investigated, they found a large passageway heading on upwards.

"So... got a plan?"

"Yes I do..."

A few minutes later, they were piloting a stolen Hominid spaceship.

"I didn't mean that, Nene! The Hominids hate us enough due to Otis, and now this!"

"Relax, Pico. We can kill them later. We must get our friends!"

The ship flew through the passage and was blocked by a barrier meant to keep what is digital inside.

"Come on! Break!"

Darnell set the weapons and thrusters to full power and kept pushing, causing the barrier to break and a light to summon them.

4/15/2022

"Reports are saying that for the past months, 3 cartoony characters have been seen murdering big-shot criminals in both the dark of the night and broad daylight. Here is a recording of a passerby encountering one of them."

"T-thanks for saving me. Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me? It's me, Pico!"

"Who?"

"Pico, the Newgrounds guy? Stopped a school shooter alien in 1999?"

"I thought you were from this FNF thing!"

"Seriously? That's my legacy now?!"

"It appears that these three resemble Pico, Darnell, and Nene, characters from the website Newgrounds. Tom Fulp has been questioned on this matter, but he claims that he has no idea on what is going on."

For @its-ya-girl-phoeni and @friday-night-fangirl.

#funky fresh changes #fnf

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Michael Cuscuna, photograph by Jimmy Katz

Michael Cuscuna

Michael Cuscuna, one of my great inspirations and sometime collaborator, passed away this weekend (April 19, 2024) from cancer. Being a cancer survivor last year myself, when someone I’ve known and worked with for over 50 years it hit particularly hard.

Blue Cuscuna: 1999 promotional sampler from Toshiba-EMI [Japan]

Michael has been the most consequential jazz record producer of the past half century, a man who had not only a passion, but the relentlessness necessary to will the entire history of the music into being. Don’t believe it? Check out the more than 2600 (!) of his credits on Discogs. Substantial and meaningful he might have been, but to me, he was a slightly older friend who was always there with a helping hand. Hopefully, I was able to hand something back on occasion.

As I said when he answered “7 Questions” eight years ago: “I first encountered Michael as a college listener to his “freeform,” major station, radio show in New York, and was fanboy’d out when a mutual friend introduced us at [an] open rehearsal for [Carla Bley’s and Michael Mantler’s] Jazz Composer’s Orchestra at The Public Theater (MC has a photographic memory: “It was Roswell [Rudd]’s piece or Grachan [Moncur III]’s. You were darting nervously around the chairs with your uniform of the time – denim jean jacket, forgettable shirt and jeans.”) By 1972 or 73, he’d joined Atlantic Records as a producer, and since that was my career aspiration, I’d give him a call every once in awhile. He’d patiently always make time for my rambling and inane questions, and I never forgot his kindness to a drifting, unfocused, fellow traveler.

“...patiently always make time for my rambling and inane questions...” says a lot about Michael. His raspy voice could sometimes seem brusque, but ask anyone and they will tell you that he always made time to talk. Especially about jazz.

I desperately wanted to be a record producer and Michael was one of the first professionals I encountered. He had already produced my favorite Bonnie Raitt LP when somehow or other I bullied my way into his Atlantic Records office, where he was a mentee of the legendary Joel Dorn. Over the next few years, Michael was often amused at some of the creative decisions I made, but he was always supportive and even would sometimes ask me to make a gig when he couldn’t. When I spent a year living in LA, he invited me over to the studio while he was mining the history of Blue Note Records that would define his life for the next half century. I completely failed to understand what the great service to American culture he was about to unleash. Along with Blue Note executive Charlie Lourie, Michael’s research resulted in a series of double albums (”two-fers” in 70s speak), but little did the world know what was on Michael’s and Charlie’s minds.

The Cuscuna/Lourie Blue Note “Two-Fers” that ignited Mosaic Records

“I don’t think it’s generally understood just how imperiled the musical and visual archives of Blue Note Records were at one point, and just how heroically Michael stepped in to make sure this unparalleled American music survived for future generations. If you like jazz, you owe the man.” –Evan Haga

(Joe Maita does a great interview about Michael's career here.)

Fast forward a few years. The air went out of my record producing tires, I became the first creative director of MTV, I quit MTV and along with my partner Alan Goodman started the world’s first media “branding” agency. Leafing through DownBeat one day I saw an ad that started a new relationship with Michael that would last, on one level or another, for the rest of his life: the “mail order” jazz reissue label Mosaic Records.

Charlie Lourie & Michael Cuscuna at Mt. Fuji Jazz Festival, Japan 1987. Photograph by Gary Vercelli / CapRadio Music

Long story short, in 1982 Michael returned my check for the first two Mosaic releases with a note asking for some help. Initially, Mosaic wasn’t the sure fire, instant success Michael and Charlie had hoped for, did I have any ideas? I did, but no time to do anything other than make suggestions, we were busy trying to get our own shop off the ground. This cycle repeated itself for another couple of years when this time when Michael called he said Mosaic was on death’s door. Fred/Alan was in better shape, so Alan and I, on our summer vacation, came up with the first Mosaic “brochure,” convinced the guys we knew what we were doing (I’d read a few paragraphs in a direct mail book in a bookstore) and, with nothing to lose, Charlie and Michael took the plunge with us. Success! 42 years later, the former Fred/Alan and Frederator CFO at the helm, Alan and I always answer any call from Mosaic.

The first Mosaic Record box set 1983

There aren’t many people in the world like Michael Cuscuna. The world’s culture will miss him. I will miss him. Most of all, of course, his wife and children will miss him.

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