#the rest r kinda. hmm.

[noxtivagus]

good morning i am just very slightly worried about prom <3

#🌙.rambles #no classes today 🥺 gna do my hw for next week tho n then. yes. #I'M WORRIED THOUGH YEAH BCS. hfdsksdjf most of the other ppl r friends or r in the same class #kinda worried i might not enjoy as much bcs. who knows if i'll be able to talk properly or if i might just get nervous instead #n maybe at one point i cld go to one of my other friends too but she's going w a guy n i don't want to intrude ig #n she has her other friends too. my friend at our table yeah has other friends too #i'm worried i might just. not enjoy at all bcs of anxiety or maybe i'll just feel lonely or smth hdkfajsdlf nothing i can do abt that thoug #maybe when i'm anxious i'll just cope by dissociating n just thinking of noctis or claude or smth 😭😭 or artem n write a story in my head #n i'll go out of my comfort zone n use up all my social energy #recently they just announced in our batch gc that we can have yk same couples. wasn't in the ltp or smth tho 🥹 #wish i had at least another friend or smth. so maybe it wld've been possible to bring one of my friends from another school ^^ #platonically bcs she's like. bi. 🫣 i'm still rather amused at how she. mentioned she was bi when like #i had my arm around her shoulder n she said smth along the lines that it was kinda weird for her bcs she wasn't used to it?? IDK 😭😭 #didn't quite catch the rest of her words but sorry girl i'm just naturally affectionate w my friends #n idk why but if you're like. biologically female or actually even just like. yk your gender is female n you identify along those lines #i'm just automatically more comfy w you n physically affectionate. #nyways she told me she doesn't have prom tho when we were talking abt sch we were like talking abt school events n :<< #hmm. yk it's not like i need. someone for prom like. yk i just need myself. but i guess it's a bit of a childish old wish of mine #that said though i'm fine just still rather worried bcs in social situations i just. end up feeling rlly lonely haha #like i was doing well i rmb friday of the fair but then i was bottling my emotions n pretending i was completely okay 👍 #definitely wasn't crying when everyone was away <3 n then my anxiety just. god i don't want to think about it #until the end i was just. hanging on to a piece of thread. sorry you saw me cry a bit. sorry i lied that i was fine #sorry i let myself. go through that. twin n friend laying their heads on my shoulder as they were falling asleep n i was just. crying #n then later that night i just ended up crying even more. painful memories. #just have to accept that my social energy's just shit n ppl will always have another that they'd prefer talking with. #i have. apollo at least yh? n i guess to each person i mean at least. something. i think #sorry i'm not usually like this but it's just. smth i just can't help but be anxious about. one of my biggest insecurities #i'm so used to being alone though i've realized. last year wasn't real goddamn. n. 2020 was.. i don't know #ah i'll be productive now. i. move forward from the past n i never forget in a way that it. helps spur me onwards but #sometimes the past haunts me. sometimes is.. perhaps a big understatement bcs i think too much but. uh. yh that's enough i'm fine.

[moonalumi]

omg can u write high ellie getting distracted by u during a movie ^_^ maybe w clothed/partially clothed sex … also love ur work xox

mmm i love me some high ellie also SORRY FIR TAKING SO LONG TO DO THIS

high sub!top ellie getting distracted

warnings- ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS AHHH um fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma / mama kink

a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.

“elll i was comfyyy” you complain as ellie chugs down a water, some of it spilling down her chin.

she lazily smile at you and brings you back down to lay on her, “i’m sorry baby… mm c’mere.” you feel ellie’s nose nuzzle into your hair and her damp lips leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck; to which you shudder and smack her arm.

“stop being horny and watch the movie. i’ve been wanting to watch it with you for a while.” you always try to be stern with her but when she gives you that adorable toothy smile it’s hard not to do whatever she asks you to.

“yknow it’s impossible for me to not be horny” ellie empthatizes her statement with a grip on your ass.

swatting her hand away you smack her again, “god you become a hornball when you’re high”

her hand finds the plush of your ass again, “please ma…” ellie adds with a whiny rasp to her voice, “we can pause the movie and then get right back to it after please”

oh she just knows what to say and do to convince you. ‘fuck you’ you think before you grab her hand and make her palm your pussy through your shorts; making ellie let out a low groan and start rubbing you.

“thank you mama thank you…fuck i need this”ellie’s fingers trail up then slide into the waistband of your shorts and panties, “gotta get this pussy nice and wet.” she whispers mostly to herself.

your pelvis jerks up when her long fingers circle around your hole that’s getting wetter and wetter by the second, then rub your slick back up, spreading your folds, and reaching your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

you let out soft little moans at her movements and burry your face in her neck. fingers clenching around her waist.

“you just get soaked so fast hmm baby…barely even started and it’s a whole water park.” ellie’s free hand beginning to slip under her boxers before you stop her and replace it with your own. jaw practically dropping after teasing your fingers around her hole and feeling the absolute mess she’s made of herself. those poor (lucky) boxers drenched in ellie’s arousal.

“fuck ellie..mphm.. you’re the one who’s a water park oh my god”

ellie moans and closes her thighs around your hand that’s now messily rubbing at her clit that’s thumping against your fingertips.

“tis’ all your fault…ohhh mmfuck!” her hips jerk up as you ease two fingers inside her, feeling her clench and gush around them.

ellie fingers fumble around between your legs and she plunges them inside you, base of her knuckles getting soaked by your slick.

the bed becomes a mess of moans and heavy breaths. creaking slightly at the movement of two horny girls grinding against each others messy fingers. the movie, now forgotten, still playing in the background.

“ellie please faster” you beg, pussy rubbing all over the palm of her hand as ellie obeys and fucks into you faster; you shortly following and causing ellie to squelch around your digits.

she spread her legs wider for you and circles her hips. her stomach caving in and abs flexing all in your view, “fuck fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“already?” you ask breathlessly as you attempt to go deeper, “barely even let me have my fun with you”

ellies eyes widen and she holds onto your wrist, “no no please don’t stop please please”

you giggle but get cut off by a hard thrust she gives your g-spot. a moan escapes your lips and your body jerks at every hard thrust she gives you. fingertips just hitting that spot perfectly and stretching you out perfectly making you lose the ability to even think and drool on her chest.

“yeah w-whos about to cum now hmm?” she says, trying to sound all tough and dommy but her voice just sounds too needy and shaky to convince you. especially cause she cuts herself off with a whimper as she start creaming around your fingers.

“j-just like that els..nghnn i-i’m gnna” one last thrust and you’re squirming and cumming with her. both of you fucking each other through your orgasms. both of your fingers pruned and sticky with each others cum.

slowing down and catch your breaths, ellie gives you a little forehead kiss before she pulls out and examines her hand. cum sliding down and onto her knuckles.

“look at that damn” ellie chuckles as you burry your face into her neck again.

“shut up you probably did worse” you mumble as now you drag out of her boxers. hand looking exactly like hers now.

ellie giggles and brings it up to her lips and suckles all the cum off it. slick now glistening on her lips.

“you gonna clean me up now too?”

#ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #the last of us #ellie x masc reader #elliensfw #high ellie #jackson ellie

[harrywavycurly]

omg if your killer!Eddie requests are open, could you write one similar to 'how long?' where r stays up late when he goes out for you know what and when he comes back, he's kinda shocked to see her up and she asks what's going on?? he'll probably find some sneaky way out of it but I'm wondering what you think ab the situation :)

Hiii lovey!! Oh I love this because we know Eddie loves being able to look down at his watch and know what his wife is doing so I can imagine the look of pure shock when he comes home late and she’s awake! I hope you enjoy this!!💖

-find all things a Killer’s Love here✨

CW: Eddie is a serial killer, mentions of blood

A/N: I didn’t have it in me to make this angsty so it’s kinda fluffy but still gets the point across that even Eddie with his killer instincts can be taken off guard🙈

Eddie lets out a loud sigh as he takes his keys out of the ignition after he pulls into the garage, he rests his forehead on the steering wheel as he closes his eyes allowing the events of the evening to replay in his mind. James was supposed to be an easy task, it was supposed to be an in and out job but somehow it ended up with Eddie not only digging multiple holes in Hawkins’s oldest cemetery just to dispose of the man’s body but he also had to get rid of his new pair of boots thanks to the fact James was a bleeder, another thing Eddie wasn’t really prepared for. When he opens his eyes he smiles as he looks down at his watch and sees the time, it’s well past midnight so Eddie knows you’re snuggled up in bed asleep waiting for him. He quickly grabs his duffle bag and tries to be as quiet as possible when he goes into the house, taking his old beat up boots off by the door.

“Eddie?” He freezes when he hears your sweet soft voice coming from the kitchen. “Honey is that you?” You ask as you poke your head out of the kitchen and into the living room just in time to see him putting his truck keys into the little bowl on the table by the door.

“Did I wake you sweetheart?” He tries to hide the panic in his voice as he slowly uses his foot to slide his duffle bag behind the couch so you can’t see it in the dark living room. “I tried to be quiet.” He adds as he takes a few steps closer to where you’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“I haven’t been to bed yet.” Eddie feels his eyebrow raise at your statement because he can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve stayed up this late and most of them involve him and you in your king sized bed. “Why are you all disheveled?” You ask as he finally is just a few steps away from you allowing the kitchen light to let you get a better look at him.

“You know how poker night goes baby.” You just smile as Eddie’s hands land on your hips before he leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Steve get a bit rowdy again?” You ask when he pulls away, Eddie just nods before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Someone needed to teach him some manners.” You laugh as Eddie gives your hips a little squeeze. “Now what’s keeping you up hmm? Something bothering you Princess?” He asks making you just shrug as his hands fall from your hips so you can turn and he can follow you into the kitchen. He looks around and can tell by the bottle of honey and some lemon slices on the counter that you were in the middle of making yourself some tea so he quickly grabs the electric kettle and begins filling it with water as you go sit on one of the barstools.

“I think I just missed my husband.” Eddie smiles as he looks over at you as he turns the kettle on. You return his smile and shoot him a playful wink making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to be out so late.” It’s not a lie so Eddie doesn’t feel that bad for saying it, he had every intention of being home and in bed with you well before midnight but then again tonight hasn’t gone the way Eddie had planned.

“It’s okay you deserve to have a guys night every now and then.” Eddie ignores the guilt that tries to take over as you give him a reassuring smile. He just busies himself with adding some honey to the bottom of one of your favorite mugs before placing the sleepy time tea bag inside.

“I missed you too.” He states as the kettle turns off letting him know the water is ready for him to pour into your mug. You smile as he walks around the island and places the mug in front of you.

“Did you really?” You ask in your sweet shy tone that makes Eddie’s knees go a little bit weak. Eddie just stands behind you and gently places his hands on top of your shoulders as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“From the moment I left the driveway.” You smile at his words and then feel a chill go down your spine as his lips place a kiss under your ear.

“I love you.” Eddie just smiles as he stands up after kissing your cheek and drops his hands from your shoulders.

“I love you too baby.” He watches you reach for your mug but he’s quick to grab it from over your shoulder making you playfully frown at him. “You’ll burn yourself sweetheart…come on let’s get you into bed and by then it’ll be the perfect for drinking.” You just let out a tired sigh as you get off the barstool and take his free hand so he can lead you into the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Your voice is sleepy and slow as you watch Eddie head for the bedroom door after he got you comfortable on your side of the bed with your tea in your hands.

“Just checking the locks and cleaning the kitchen baby don’t worry I’ll be back before you fall asleep.” Eddie watches you just nod your head and he’s well aware that you know he’s lying because both of you know you’re about two sips of your tea away from passing out but you don’t argue with him and for that he’s grateful.

When he’s in the living room he quietly grabs his duffle bag and takes it into the kitchen so he can shove it back under the sink where he normally keeps it hidden under trash bags and cleaning supplies. He grips the sink as he closes his eyes and lets out a few deep breathes trying to get his nerves to settle because from the moment he left the house early this evening till just now he’s been on edge because nothing has gone as planned. But he also can’t help but chuckle to himself as he opens his eyes and shakes his head at the fact that even after years of marriage you still somehow manage to surprise him.

#a killers love series #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson au #killer!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson x female reader #husband!eddie #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #my little dungeon master baby #tw blood

[definitelynotbrucewayne]

Abby Anderson x Reader (one-shot, fluff, smut)

Warnings/tags: alternate AU (kinda?) cottegecore-Inspired but still post-apocalyptic, tooth-rotting fluff, reader wears a dress, starts cute but becomes pure smut, softdom!Abby, sub!reader, tiny strength kink mention, r!oral, r!fingering

Summary: Reader gives Abby an innocent gift and it….. escalates.

In the field were two lovers. You, laying your head on your girlfriend’s lap, and Abby, reading aloud a book you’d found together recently. As she read, you toyed with a pair of daisies you had picked. Abby rested a hand on your head, continuing to read as she ran it through your hair. Picking more flowers, you began to form a daisy chain. “What’s that, babe?” Abby cessated the reading session. “Just hold on…” your focus, unfaltered, remained on the craft in your hands. “There!” You exclaimed as it was complete. While presenting it to Abby, she reciprocated with an odd glare. “…..what is it?” She asked, clueless to what you were showing her. “A flower crown.” You placed it atop her head. “Do you like it?”

She chuckled lightly at the puerile gift. “I love it, sweetheart.” Cupping your face, she placed a kiss on your forehead. She gently tugged the fabric of your dress, pulling you back into her arms. “You’re so adorable, you know that?” Without a verbal response, you blushed and hid your face in her jacket. You spoke several playful “stop it!” and “shut up!”s toward her remarks— all in the name of bashfulness. “Whatever, I know you like it.” She smiled at your once-again flushed face. Chasing your intensely red reaction, Abby placed her rough, calloused hands around your waist. Fixing her posture slightly, she was now towering above you as you lay in her arms. “Do you think I can get you redder than that?”

Her hand traveled up your bare thigh— you “forgot” to wear shorts today. Supporting your back with her other arm, Abby laid you down on the flower-ridden ground. Heavy breaths left her mouth as she leaned down to kiss you, cautiously but desperately. Aware of her remarkable strength, Abby was especially gentle with you during these invaluable moments. Knowing her strength, she’d do anything she could to avoid hurting you. However, the thought of the physical advantage she has over you sends her stomach into knots. You reach for the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Soon after, she disconnected this and led herself to your neck, littering kisses from your shoulder to chest notch. Her hands remained on your waist until she relocated one to the hem of your skirt. Without lifting the dress itself up, she moved her hands below it, now making contact with your bare torso. Still kissing and sucking at your neck, Abby slipped her thumbs underneath your panties, teasing you with the sloth-like pace she was going at. As you nearly moaned at the mere sensation of her undressing your lower half, Abby looked up at you. “What will it be today, babygirl? Hmm?” Her hands remained on your bare hips. “You want my mouth or my hands?” “Mouth, please,” you barely squeaked out after a small moment of silence. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” She chuckled at your meek reaction before dipping her head underneath your thin skirt. A moan escaped your lips the moment hers touched you. Already excited from your enticement, Abby slipped her tongue into you, teasing your clit. Throughout the process, her arms remained caressing your torso, occasionally bringing you in closer. Soon, a knotted feeling formed in your core. You couldn’t help but moan out Abby’s name as she ate you out. Your girly, demure moans escaped your mouth timidly as she continued. If she were in the position to speak, Abby would begin to gush about how she loves the little halted breaths and mewls you make at her affection. However, she was preoccupied. Grasping at your plush thighs, Abby’s pace began to grow rougher. As the calls from your mouth only grew, she inserted her index and middle finger. The sudden sensation urged you to grasp something— anything as you tugged at the earth below you. Nearly crying, you uncontrollably called out Abby’s name once more— your voice reduced to a whine. “Mm, don’t worry, baby. Almost there…” Abby patted your thigh to console you.

At this moment, the euphoric sensation only rose and spread from your stomach to your legs, abdomen, and finally, your head. Eyes rolled back into your head as you shouted out Abby’s name once more. As your vision returned, you were met with the sight of your lover looking down at your face from above, apparently amused.

“What?” You arduously asked, drained of energy.

“I knew I could get you redder than that.”

#lesbian #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #muscle mommy abby #abby anderson #the last of us #the last of us 2 #PlayStation

[quartztwst]

SPOILERS FOR THE NEW EVENT

(TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT OFFICIAL AND I DONT KNOW JAPANESE. AND IM SUMMARIZING THEIR INTERACTIONS.)

He's literally soooo fine

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[Context: Ferro is trying to convince the boys to come to Playful Land tomorrow but it's a weekday.]

(Sorry I only had the tweels I couldn't screenshot fast enough)

All of them: Hmm..

Ferro: It'll be fun! And it's only a day off a from school!

All of them: Hmm..

Ferro: It's a one chance opportunity to go to the popular amusement park! Besides all your friends get to join!

All of them: Hmm..

Jade Leech: idk about yall but.. I kinda wanna go..

Floyd: Me too! Sounds fun!

Kalim: I wanna hang out with you guys too!

Ortho: Yeah it'll be a waste to ruin this opportunity and this ticket!

Haha

They all fall into temptation OH MY GOD DO YOU GUYS NOT THINK??

THIS STRANGER WHOS LIKE OVER 20 COMES UP TO YOU AND OFFERS YOU A SUSPICIOUS TICKET AND TELLS U R GONNA HAVE THE TIME OF UR LIFE!!

Isn't it strange that NOBODY CAN EVEN FIND THE AMUSEMENT PARK ON THE MAP??

I FORGET THEYRE TEENS BYEEE

DO THEY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF STRANGER DANGER??

Unless Jade and Floyd are just FUCKING AROUND TO FUCK AROUND LIKE FUCK YOU BC THEYRE THE FIRST THE SPEAK UP I SWEAR THEY'RE JUST FUCKING WITH THE REST OF THE NRC BOYS

Also Gidel is so cute

#twisted wonderland #twst #ferro honest #gidel twst

[shaneru-is-new-to-shifting]

Okay, so I just went through r/realityshifting and I found out that I shifted twice! And I'm proud of myself so imma just tell yall the 2 times that I shifted lol (in cr timeline order).

1st time: Okay, so I was on my way to therapy and I was in the backseat of my dad's car since he usually drives me there. During the trip before going to therapy, I was like 'hmm maybe I should try shifting!' And created this make-shift method (pun intended) where I looked out the window and visualized and imagined myself driving to my dr (which in this case was my alien dr). It's kinda like the train method but I'm actually in a vehicle lol. A few minutes into this method I created for myself, I start feeling a lil bit of pain my upper abdomen and I got a bit scared, but I didn't stop and just manifested that it would go away almost immediately, and it did! So after that, a few more minutes pass by and my point of view somewhat changes without me moving. Like, originally, I was kinda angeled vision wise when looking outside but one blink later and I'm suddenly looking straight at the window and I'm like 'W t f' but I keep doing my method. Nothing else strange happens and I arive at the building my therapist is at. But only a few seconds pass before a feel myself getting hit in multiple places near my thighs and back, I didn't feel any pain or anything, I just felt the sensation of being hit and I'm like 'WTFFFF'. I also remember somewhat smelling what my dr smells, which was smoke lol, but it went away quickly so I can't really give more deets than that lol. I kept feeling the hitting sensation all the way until my therapy session and I even told my therapist what happened (I didn't tell my therapist that I was planning to shift cos If was scared that she'll demotivate me or some shit like that). Okay, so I believe this was a shift because on r/realityshifting, someone asked if they shifted if they only felt some senses and alot of people were saying yes and that got me thinkin of this scenario I experienced and realizing that I shifted!

2nd time: Alright, so this is completely different from last time lol. I was doing my own method where I hypnotized myself to sleep and made my goal to shift. Now see, this was during a week where I attempted to shift throughout the entire week and I believe that this was in the weekends (although I don't remember lol). Anyways, I did my thing right, and I do my method how intended (with subliminals and an easy nights rest). Although, I 'woke up' a bit early (cr wise) and found myself waking up to pure daylight (which didn't bother me for some reason since this was a better cr that I was shifting to and I scripted that school started later). I then grabbed my phone and everything looked normal until I decided to do a duolingo lesson and found that my streak was reset back to 0 even tho I did a lesson in my cr the day prior. That's when I realized I shifted (still in dr) and suddenly I woke up back in my cr room, which was still midnight. I was too tired to realize what happened so I fell asleep, had funky weird dreams, and woke up at an appropriate time. And that's when I realized that I shifted. I also believe that this was a shift because I was clearly in my dr and I actually had all my senses at play here!

Thanks for reading my silliness🫶

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting antis dni #reality shift #shifter #shifters #555

[snackugaki]

...this could have been an email text post

hi hello, i’m snacku ur local first gen/90s turtlemania survivor/”87 fan”/”90s fan” and I hurt my own feelings contemplating Donatello Ninjaturtle

bAcK iN mY dAy... Donnie didn’t like.... have this many fans out here, at least not as much as my then preteen brain remembers-- it was mostly Leo’re Raph I saw. like i AM accounting for hanging out here, on tumblr, for my tmnt content, and the iterations that are especially popular with turtles just straight up made more blorbable than others here but like ......hmm there’s too many disparate thoughts I’mma bullet point instead

like hhhh there’s so much I’m gonna/gotta gloss over ‘cuz I’m still pretending this is my original art blog and not the tmnt fanart blog I’m slowly mutating into

anyway, endlessly hilarious to me Donnie went from this kinda dweeby mechanical engineer gear head character to this dweeby (affectionate) computer science menace

that he (and his brothers) used to be max 5′, and now he’s just Taller than his brothers

for me, originally all of them would’ve been able to at least survive alone but now, as goods and services become more accessible via internet now it’s like for fanon Donnie’s become utterly indispensable to the survival of his family and that makes me kinda sad in a way I’m not even gonna try to unravel why

i do not have a whiteboard big enough or the dry eraser markers that work on the first try to draw a Pepe Silvia-level theory board on the jumps in technology, how it’s affected public perception, the whole Nerds R Cool phenomenon and how it’s affected/will affect Donatello’s characterization/audience reception in future iterations

with electronic waste being what it’s become, fast fashion waste too... I am so curious how Donnie’s (and the rest of them) gonna look like in designs/redesigns

(still have a hard time bay!Donnie didn’t, like, cobble together a 3D printer or even fix an industrial textile machine but like I get it, their look was very Scávenge S/S 2016)

tl;dr tech advancements have been silly strong and since 2016 Donnie’s just out here with personal tech like 20 years ahead instead of recycled junk to keep contemporarily functional lolololololololol

#putting the shit in shitpost #hey kids wanna see a dead bod-- #failed comic? #this is for the art homies #sometimes shit just refuses to work #it happens #to everyone #keep drawing #the fact I forced myself to keep 'on model' #absolutely did NOT help #but crossovers just don't taste as good if they aren't

[nalgenewhore]

act of affection

elide x lorcan, modern au, they r smitten kittens, NSWF (18+) word count: 3246

He’s there, in the doorway of her bedroom, with an opaque plastic bag, the sharp edges of a take-out box almost ripping the weak material.

The girl turns in her chair and smiles, one foot wedged on the cushion so she can rest her hand on her knee. “Hey.”

“Whassup, baby?” His slow voice slides over her like syrup, familiar in a way that’s healing while it singes her skin with the echo of his fingers. “You doin good?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide leans her chin on her knee as she grins dopily at him. “Aelin’s dyeing her hair.”

Lorcan’s eyes skip to her phone, propped on her desk and the wall. He nods a bit. “Dope. Same colour?”

“I got pink this time,” Aelin cuts in with a gleam to her electric eyes. She snaps the edge of her plastic glove as he gets close enough to see the barrette situation she’s rigged to section off parts of her hair and the dye saturating the edge of her hairline. 

“Ay, that’s kinda sick, ‘lin.”

“Right?!” 

The pink haired girl turns back to the mirror, and he focusses on Elide. Lorcan’s thumb finds her cheek, following the rounded curve before pinching it. He bends down for a chaste peck (uncharacteristic, but he hates an audience) and asks again, “You good?”

She stretches a bit to chase his kiss, wanting to seal her mouth to his. “Mm-hmm, I had a nap.” Much like what he’d been doing when she called him, voice weak and watery, after what he’s pretty sure should be considered for her worst shift of all time. He can’t understand how people are so rude to service staff.

Lorcan approves. “D’ya eat anything?”

“Yeah, Emrys felt bad and gave me an extra staff meal.”

“What’d you get?”

They answer at the same time, lips brushing lips. “Pesto pasta.”

It makes her laugh, the synchronicity, makes her break away as her head tips. He’s watching her fondly, standing to his full height. “Alright, I mean, at least you got something,” he chuckles. “But I picked you up some food, s’way better.” He sets the bag down on her desk in front of her. “Indonesian fried rice, extra shrimp.”

“Extra spicy?”

“Baby, c’mon, you already know,” he clicks his tongue. “Whatchu take me for?”

Elide melts. “I’m getting used to being spoiled, y’know.” She’s already reaching for it, fingers digging into the knotted handles to undo them. In a second, she’ll give up and rip the bag open. 

“You should get used to it,” Lorcan replies, casual yet with a mark of arrogant surety that she finds so attractive. His next kiss lands on the corner of her mouth, like he can’t keep himself from touching her (he can’t). “Imma go smoke.”

“‘kay,” she sighs. He turns, and Elide reaches out, her bony fingers catching in his belt loop. Raising his arm, he looks back at her, and she realises he already has a joint tucked behind his ear. “Don’t take too long.”

He grins, reaching back to unhook himself from her. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweet girl.” 

When he drops her hand, her fingertips are cold. Cheeks rouging, she watches him walk away, tracing his broad shoulders, slouched, beneath a sage and light grey speckled sweater, his faded jeans baggy. 

As she slowly rolls back to Aelin, she wonders idly if he’s dressed that way on purpose after she told him she liked that sweater and when he wears his pants that way (it’s nothing he wouldn’t wear; her soft heart still hopes it’s a little bit because of her).

Her friend is staring at her, and Elide blushes. “What?”

“You’re too cute,” Aelin answers. “He’s so, like,” she makes a face, like she can’t find the word.

“So what?”

“Smitten. Like, the way he looks at you, and how you look at him, too,” she elaborates. “You’re so into each other.” She massages more pink into her roots, glancing past her phone into the mirror. “He cares about you, like, a lot. And I like that.”

Elide shakes her head. Her cheeks are burning (is it because of how obvious she’s realising they are, or because it feels good that her friend likes her boyfriend?). “Yeah,” she says softly. “I like that too.”

“Oh my god,” Aelin fakes a groan of annoyance. “Go get him already, what’re you doing watching me dye my hair?”

“Ok, ok!” Laughing, Elide sits up. “Hey, thanks for calling me. Work was so gross.”

Her friend stills, eyes flashing back to the screen. “Me and your boy are going to find those creeps and teach ‘em a lesson.” 

“Does Lorcan know that?”

“Not yet, but he’d so be down.”

Elide knows that Aelin is right. “Yeah…” she hasn’t told him what happened to make her shift so horrible, kept it vague saying she had a difficult customer. He’ll be pissed, if she tells him about how the table of men leered at her, their girlfriends sitting by meek and resigned, and she doesn’t want a pissed Lorcan tonight (or ever; he shuts down, shuts her out, because he doesn’t like being angry around her). “Ok, I’m gonna go. Talk later, yeah?”

“Yeah, girl. Love ya!” The call ends before Elide can echo the sentiment, which is just like Aelin.

She decides to text her friend instead. Then, she slides her phone onto her desk and gets to her feet. On her way to the door, she catches her reflection in the mirror. 

Her fussing gaze makes her fix her tank top, tugging the tight and buttery-soft material down a bit (she ignores her flushing cheeks as she remembers what prompted her to dig this top out of her dresser). 

Elide slips into the hallway and pads to her balcony. “Lor?”

He glances at her, the filter of his blunt tucked between his lips. “Hey.” Earthy smoke curls from his lips. 

She smiles with a shy glance to the side. “Hi.”

That lopsided grin, her favourite, pulls on his mouth. “What’re you actin all shy for?” He snakes his arm around her waist, wanting her closer, always closer.

“I dunno,” she lies, embarrassment staining her cheeks. Lifting her hand, she rubs the soft knitting of his sweater. “You make me, like, nervous. It’s weird.”

“Mm, you make me nervous,” he answers. “Got me changing my outfit hella times before I see you.”

The nerves slip away like a wave leaving the shore, a cocky smile taking its place that matches the cocky tilt of her head. “Yeah, I noticed the sweater. Did you wear it because of me?”

Lorcan ducks his gaze. Blush always looks strange on his cheekbones, seemingly too carved and proud for something so soft as raspberry red. It’s what her cheeks are made for, and he loves that. “Shit, bro, you forreal gotta call me out for what?” She thinks it’s funny, the way he talks to her, so familiar, so improper and wrong, every loose word falling from his mouth. It’s charming, like how the way he wears pants so baggy they sag off his hips is charming.

She laughs and pulls the joint from him, bringing it to her own lips. Just as she’s taking a hit, plump skin hollowing beneath sharp bones, he fingers the stretchy cotton blend of her tank top. “On my ass ‘bout my sweater, but I never seen you wear tank tops ‘till I said-”

“Stop!” Her hand curls over his mouth, eyes round and blinking.

He pushes it away, ignoring her as he smirks, “I say one thing about wanting to fuck the shit outta you if I seen you in a tank top, an’ look at you now, ‘lide.”

The way she looks at him changes, and the heaviness of her eyelids has little to do with the baby hit she had. “Shi… you tryna smash, shawty?”

Lorcan gapes at her for a second before unchained laughter explodes from him. It’s her put-on voice, sliding down several octaves, his borrowed words that sound so unnatural coming from her heart-shaped mouth. “On god, shawty? After you’re fed, yeah,” he snickers.

“Better not be talking shit, on god, I’ll fuck you up,” she threatens, still playing in his tone.

“Oh my days, shut up.” He bends to let her hold the smouldering joint for him. He’s in her space at this height, so it takes one shift of his head to press his lips to her, inhaling into her.

Elide readily takes the smoke, and they trade shotgun kisses till not even the roach is left, just the filter. She’s tugging on him, impatient, barely letting him toss it into the repurposed plant pot.

Lorcan cups the back of her neck, bringing her up for a real kiss. She’s eager for it, her hands framing his jaw, sliding through the soft hair of his trimmed beard. Like their lips, their feet get tangled; she’s falling, almost but not because he’s there. His hands envelop her hips (they fit him so well) and give her little squeezes as he walks her back to her bedroom. “I want you-”

“You do?”

“Always; don’t be askin dumb shit,” he mutters. “But, you gotta eat first.”

She slides away with some reluctance, though she knows he’s right. “Wanna watch a show?”

“Yeah, baby.”

Elide rubs her palm over his cheek, their voices quieter now as if there’s people listening, even when there’s not. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers. 

“‘s’all ‘m tryna be.” All he wants to be- hers. His nose bumps her cheek. “What’re we watchin, pretty girl?”

“Ted Lasso.”

He laughs- should’ve expected that. “All you wanna watch is Ted Lasso, there’s not even new episodes.”

“I don’t even care, I’m watching it all over again,” Elide sniffs. “You’re my biggest hater.”

“Nah, never. Just teasin’.”

✵✵✵✵✵

It’s later, when the food is finished and they’ve smoked again, which is why they’re lying down now. 

He’s rubbing her back with his knuckles, his other hand holding her thigh where it’s hitched on his hip.

Abruptly, Elide closes her laptop and puts it on the floor. Her hand catches his cheek just as he goes to turn away, pulling him to her lips. It’s soft, it’s plush, it makes his head spin. Lorcan’s almost dizzied, definitely stupefied, as he sinks into her mattress; her hands fall down his neck.

He kisses her back, teeth finding her bottom lip to bite and suck. Lorcan moves his hands to her waist to pull her over him.

It’s easy (familiar) to straddle him, and she lets out a soft breath when he licks the bitten flesh of her lip. “See why I like my leg there?”

“Yeah, I like it there too.”

Elide leans on him and savours his shaking exhale when she kisses down his neck. Her hands, cold fingers and all, push his shirt up. “Off.” She helps him most of the way until he has to work it over his shoulders.

They part when he pulls it over his head, and there’s a pout on her lips at the momentary pause. Lorcan laughs at her, kissing her sweetly. “Greedy.”

It’s sweet until she slicks her tongue over his and grinds on him. He kisses her back, and her skin is warm when he puts his hand on her thigh. Pushing down on it, Lorcan makes her go on, pushing their pelvises together. His other hand goes up her torso to cup one of her breasts. “Take this off,” he tells her, about the tank top.

She actually sits up, her hands spread over his chest. He’s breathing hard while he stares up at her tilted head. “Are you going to make me, Lor?”

He chokes before huffing out a laugh. “Swear you act so different when I let you be on top.”

“I get why you like it up here,” Elide rolls her hips over him. His hand grips her side. “It’s more powerful.”

“Enjoy it, my girl, ‘cause I’m so close to flippin you,” Lorcan says casually, and she shakes her head with a look in her eye that says she might not mind it at all. “Don’t be pissy later.”

She bends down, like she’s going to bring her lips back to him, but it’s only for a tease as her soft hand cups the bulge in his boxers.

“You’re killin me,” he whispers.

“Don’t move,” she whispers back, her hand taking out his cock. He shudders at the soft touch tracing the tip.

“El,” he moans out, “stop, stop playin with me.”

“Shh,” she presses against his mouth with her hand now slowly twisting around him.

Lorcan tugs at her striped cotton boyshorts, and Elide mutely realises he wants her now just as bad as she wants him. She balances on one knee as he helps her yank them off. After, she sits on him, breaking another noise from him at the feel of her, soaked and silken. He looks at her with lidded eyes. “Can’t really tell if I want that off,” his voice is gruff. The black makes a stunning contrast against her milky skin, and her body looks so lush the way her tits stretch the material. She’s unbelievable.

Her sweet little grin is somehow in tune with the way she pumps him. A hitch in his throat makes her lips find his neck.

He grabs her nape to kiss her properly and grabs the wrist of the hand around him.

“Get on me before I flip you, mean it,” he murmurs before slipping his tongue past her lips.

Elide nods, bracing one hand on his sternum as she notches the head of his cock in her. It’s with an aching slowness that she slides down on him. He groans at the feeling as he fights the urge to slam her down.

There’s a flush to her chest when she’s finally taken all of him.

Lorcan draws her down and thrusts into her, his rough breath echoing in her ear. 

“Fuck-” he lets out when she moves her hips against him. 

She shudders at the feeling then, feels him twitch inside her and pants out. “Lor…”

“Sorry, ‘m flipping,” he whispers and does it before she has the wherewithal to tell him not to, and by that point, she’s laid out beneath him and he’s brought her leg over his shoulder.

Elide cries; he watches how she takes each deep, hard thrust. Lorcan welcomes the sharp sting of her nails digging into his back. His head leans on her shoulder while he keeps giving it to her. “Not- fair,” she gasps, her pupils blown. Her other leg wraps around his waist.

He says sorry by sucking on the inside of her knee. After a few more thrusts, the headboard slams into her wall and rattles anything that’s hanging on her wall. Elide’s small moans keep growing.

Turning his head, his eyes are heavy on hers. “You wanna cum?” His voice tightens under the squeeze of her.

She nods, bites out, “Need to.”

Lorcan falters once, fucking into her hard. It’s almost too much. He almost loses his mind when she pushes her hips into it. “Too much?”

Elide’s lips part. “Want more.”

He goes into her without any pace, chasing the orgasm that builds for them both. 

Soon, their breathing is the only thing he can hear. Her moans are sharper as she arches her back. Through it, Elide’s eyes catch on his, and she’s cumming on him. 

“Talk to me,” he says, his mouth agape watching her finish. 

It’s surprising that she can talk to him, yet her voice is wrenched from her lips. “Fuck- you’re so good for me, feels so good,” she cries out. “Cum in me, give it to me, oh.”

He doesn’t need much more than that to let go and bites her thigh to prevent a moan from erupting when it happens.

Lorcan is slower now, gentle rocking into her. He flinches at the wince she makes when he drops her leg, lets it fall to his hip. “You hurting?”

“No,” Elide swallows and brings a soft peck against his lower lip. “Never.”

“And you’re bein honest-“

“Always, with you.”

He still kisses her in apology as he pulls out; for a moment, he watches his cum drip from her. When Lorcan’s sated gaze meets hers, Elide pinkens and looks away. Softly, he presses his lips to her cheek before his heavy body drops beside her, on his back. 

After a few silent minutes, their minds coming back to themselves, here’s a cocky smirk on his lips as he drawls, “You pissed ‘cause I flipped your ass, huh.”

She’s pouting at him, but her hands are tugging at him closer and closer so it undermines her projected upset. “I never get a turn,” Elide mumbles, still spacey from his dick. “I thought you’d think I was pretty on top.”

A small laugh escapes him; Lorcan cranes his head to nip at her jaw. “Looked real fuckin pretty all laid out for me too,” he promises. “Looked too good on top, I had to fill you.”

Elide squirms away from his words, her cheeks flushing hot - he can feel it how their skin sticks together like the way your thighs stick to plastic chairs in the summer sun. “Oh my god,” she gasps. “That’s- oh my god.”

“Nah,” he laughs lowly, “you’re playing li’l miss innocent now, after actin all tough and shit.”

“I am tough.”

“Toughest gal around,” he confirms. “‘specially when you’re begging me to cum inside ya.” His voice stretches to a high key as he croons her words back to her, “‘oh, please, you’re so good for me, cum with me, I need it’-”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up,” she yelps, her hands pushing his jaw shut. “You’re literally the worst ever, that’s, like-” Elide swallows, cheeks burning, “that’s so not cool, man, I don’t even sound like that!”

He finds her mouth to lay a small kiss against it. Then her arms hook around his neck, and she gives him kisses that linger, making him sink into her, one forearm notionally balancing his weight off of her, but there’s no real space between them; it’s like they’re a part of each other on an atomic level.

She tilts her head to the side to press her lips to the corner of his. “Shower with me?”

“Yeah,” he hums, but he tucks his face into her neck. She moves to sit up, her body pressing into his. Before she can, he slides his hand around her wrist and keeps her down. “Chill, woman. Can’t I just lay with you?”

Strands of his hair move when she exhales with force. “No, I can tell you’re going to fall asleep, and you got cum all over me.”

Elide can hear the joke in Lorcan’s voice when he replies, “You told me to give it to ya.”

“Because,” she clicks her tongue, “I knew you’d cum if I said it. Now get off.”

Lorcan sighs (dramatic) and rolls over, lifting his arm to rest his forearm across his brow. “Annoying the fuck outta me,” he mutters. “Put it down good, and you’re still bothered.”

“Hmm, maybe you should’ve let me try on top,” she quips before crawling over him.

“Ah, you’re never lettin that shit go.”

“I mean… you could make it up to me.”

“You got ideas?”

“A few.”

✵✵✵✵✵

an: i have a couple other ideas that would b interconnected with this one, so might turn into a little series. (btw i am trying a new writing style (tbh idk if its actually much different than my normal style) so if it sucks tell me pretty pls) idk if anyones seen street dreams but the argument that ends in "pull up your goddamn pants ya loser" kinda inspired this vision of lorcan. (ALSO STREAM 'C U GIRL' BY STEVE LACEY HUGE INSPO FOR THIS TOO)

tag list: @sassyhobbits @empress-ofbloodshed @celestialams @the-regal-warrior @icecream52 @elentiyawhitethorn @goddess-aelin @julemmaes (lmk if u want to be added/removed<3)

#elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #nalgenewhore #isa writes

[lowcosmic]

—— fluffy kisses . ; shuichi saihara

“ and before he could stop himself , he kissed the top of your head ... ”

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and shuichi watch movies together in the av room. as you start to doze off , shuichi can’t help but admire …

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : nothing

— 𝐚/𝐧 : total brainrot

shuichi sat on the portable couch you got from miu , you claiming that it was a request from you to her just for this.

it made him feel nice , of how you asked this for him.

“ hmm … i gueeess , this one! ” you pulled out a movie that had an interesting picture representing it.

“ what did you pick? ” shuichi questioned.

“ uhh — some sort of mystery genre. i figured you’d like it , since you were locked in reading that detective novel yesterday. ” you fumbled with the controls , finally getting it to work and enabling it to play the movie.

you thumped down next to him, despite the amount of space opposed to where shuichi was sitting.

you … were willing to sit so close to him?

“ sorry , that was kinda rude of me. you don’t mind, do you? ” you glanced at him.

shuichi shook his head no. “ no , no. you can stay. ”

it felt so comfortable. shuichi felt himself growing tired during the movie , despite the exciting plot and twists.

just … being with you felt so inviting.

he glanced over at you, trying to lie your head somewhere by making a makeshift headrest using pillows.

was he really going to let these words come out of his mouth?

“ (y … y/n). y - you can … lean on me i - if you’d like. ” his voice shook slightly.

‘ that was so pathetic … ’ shuichi thought to himself.

you immediately rested your head on his shoulder.

your head sent shivers down shuichi’s arm , all the way down his spine and back up. you could feel him shake a bit.

you could feel the warmth of his neck , his hair tickling you a bit. your legs brushed against each other , shuichi mentally screaming at the contact. he flinched away , thinking that you wouldn’t like it.

you carefully pushed your thigh against his , showing that it was okay. you sighed in content , shuichi almost being able to feel it near his neck.

shuichi could hear his heartbeat bump and make erratic music. his breathing was a bit heavy , the close contact making him short circuit and only focus on you.

then you held his hand , looping your arm with his and casually holding it. you maintained focus on the movie, despite wanting to see shuichi's flushed face.

and he was flushed all right. he didn’t say a word , instead letting out a meek whimper.

he felt himself sweat. he so desperately wanted to pull away , only because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his warm palms. instead , you intertwined your fingers with his.

you heard him inhale particularly loud , making you glance up at him momentarily before returning to the movie , preparing to doze off from the comfort.

a few minutes later , you fell asleep. shuichi noticed this and subconsciously smiled. you looked so sweet. it was like you two were an actual couple.

and before he could stop himself , he kissed the top of your head — pulling away afterwards and mentally reprimanding his brain for irrationally doing that.

… and then he felt your lips brush against his neck , leaving a chaste kiss against his skin.

oh , you were still awake.

“ you can continue , if you’d like. ” you offered to shuichi a moment later , causing him to look at your form again.

“ r … really? ” he stammered. “ i - I mean, okay. ”

and so you two washed away the stresses of the killing game with this comforting moment filled with light kisses and movies.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #shuichi saihara x reader #drv3 shuichi #danganronpa shuichi #shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x y/n #🌑 —— talking to the moon .

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Hello all, i am a bringer of bad news today…

So that steddie/ronance comic? That i never finished? Its not getting finished. I still like the ships but the hyperfixation abandoned me awhile ago :(

As a sort of apology, here is what i had planned for the story so far:

Part 5:

R: Hey Steve?

S: Hmm?

R: You know im here for you if you ever want to talk about anything, right?

(Steves head leaning on Robins shoulder, her head is resting on top of his)

S: I know, thanks Rob, really

(Steve confused face)

S: Wait…

(Steve lightbulb moment, Robin looking away sheepishly)

S: Does this mean you have a crush on Nancy??

Conversation continues with steve asking why robin didnt tell him (she felt kinda guilty cuz exgirlfriend stuff) telling her she has good taste and reassuring her that hes not mad

S:Hey Rob?

R:yeah?

S:You know you can talk to me about anything too right?

R:I know, thanks steve

Steve and Robin hugging

S:Love you Robs

R:…

S:say it back!

R: *sigh* Love you too dingus, now go get ur man!

Part 6:

Steve shows up at Eddies door with his “Nasty” Pizza (so. much. cheese.)

Steve does succeed at being nondistracting for the whole movie! Because hes so bored he falls asleep (ma boi is sleep deprived cuz trauma)

Eddie gently shakes him awake later, offers for steve to stay for the night if he doesnt feel awake enough to drive (really neither want to leave the other)

Steve stays, they end up sharing the bed after listening to some of eddies records for a bit

Part 7:

Robin wakes up from a nightmare and immediately tries to call steves house

Hes not home and she doesnt know who else to call so she calls nancy

Nancy offers to come over and pick her up

At nancys they hang out for a bit until robin is calm and feels like she can sleep, Robin sheepishly asks to stay over night to ward off the nightmares

Nancy is like “Of course! You dont even have to ask☺️”

They fall asleep in nancys bed

Part 8:

Scenes beside each happening at the same time: Steve waking up in Eddies arms and Robin waking up in Nancy’s

Still side by side scenes: Steve and Robin looking surprised and both saying some variation of “i havent been able to sleep that well since everything started” Nancy and Eddie saying “me neither” shy smiles all around

Maybe they kiss?

Part 9

Steve gets to work and he and robin both just look at each other for a second “did you-“ “did you??”

High fives and grins they talk about it idk i had nothing planned past this

Welp thats all folks, nothing is set in stone but count this project abandoned, and if you followed me specifically for steddie content theres zero hard feelings if you unfollow me now!

[jerryterry]

Hi Jerrod! I'm a college student taking a music appreciation class, and I have to use the musician I talked about on Day 1 for a project, and that so happened to be you, haha. Is there anyone who has inspired you musically for some of your horror work like Kiss Me/Kill me (which happens to be the song I chose cause honestly? A bop). Thank you so much in advance!

Hmm. Honestly, in cases like that one, I don't really have any conscious inspirations aside from the obvious song itself (as I've mentioned in the past, Kiss Me was mainly inspired by hearing the song on the radio and really listening to the lyrics for the first time and thinking "woah what if she keeps asking to be kissed next to increasingly-creepy things" lol). Started with the lyrics, then once I got the vocals back from Juliëtte I just started with "basic cover of the original song, then just see where I can take it".

The previous work "The Boys are Back (to kill you)" was a much more subdued 'remix', in that many elements were a 1:1 recreation (the backing guitar and bass are remade but mostly adhere to the original) or direct sample (that lead guitar riff) that I built up on in a more subtle way - different drums, lil blips and bloops here and there, but more of a cover than a remix in vibes. Kiss Me starts in a similar way, there's some added synths but it's mostly a close following of the original track with minor embellishments. But as part of the bait-and-switch (in that the listener was intended to assume it's the same situation as the previous one, both in terms of the remix style and the vocals being a sentence-mix), the plan was to just keep winging it in a new direction and see what happens.

Like most of my stuff, the rest kinda formed in this real hazy-to-remember bout of extreme productivity and luck. It's kinda like one of those cartoon fights where you just see a dustcloud and the occasional fist - like I'll zone out (or I guess in) into this very intensely-focused session for hours, and emerge having made a ton of progress thinking "I honestly don't remember how I got here". Sadly can't do it on command (hence my usual low output), but in this case I left everything so last-minute that the stress of the Halloween deadline was really propelling me forward, haha.

Come to think of it, is any of this useful at all? Was the project specifically just about inspirations? If so, kinda sucks that I guess I just went "huh, not really", sorry about that. Obvs not trying to claim my work is immaculate and wholly original and incomparable or whatever (it sure ain't), just that any inspirations for this one were more just my own ingrained inspirations and less conscious ones that I could pinpoint and list, yknow?

A lot of people think Boys are Back was inspired by Neil Cicierega. Which I totally get (on multiple levels, both the sentence-mixed mashup PLUS the "creepy old 90's-style computer UI" stuff are SO his bag), but tbh his work wasn't a direct inspiration in this case, it was mostly another accident. Maybe kind of a "man invents Frankenstein 200 years after Mary Shelley" vibe for sure. Though funnily enough it does take a lil conscious inspiration from one of Neil's works in a less-expected way, in that a distant memory of his track "Super Hey Ya" popped into mind while I was partway through the remix and inspired the lil bouncy chip-arps you hear from 0:50 onward. SHY came to mind on account of being what I guess I'd call an "additive remix", in which he took the whole song and put his own additions on top of it, which was only partially the case for TBaB but it was a bit of a similar process (I specifically remember thinking like "ok so I've got this pretty direct cover of the backing track, I don't want to go full capital-R Remix here but let's add some lil embellishments... oh hey, remember Super Hey Ya?").

Is any of this helpful? Sorry I couldn't really answer the question in a very satisfying way.

[hmslusitania]

Hmm how about a lil combination of #25 and 27 for Buddie, if you feel inspired🥰

25. "And yet, believe it or not, this is not the weirdest thing that's happened to me today." + 27. "How do we get out?"

This has gone full AU and gotten wildly away from me, from the bottom of my heart, my bad

Or, a Scooby-Doo au

It just had to be a trap door.

Buck grumbles, rubbing his ankle and searching for the flashlight he'd dropped when he fell.

"'No, Evan, the creepy mansion on top of the hill where Old Man Jenkins died doesn't have a crypt in the basement,'" Buck quotes to himself in a questionable imitation of Maddie's voice.

He gropes around on the floor for his flashlight again and comes up with a handful of -- leg.

Buck screams, the guy he'd just grabbed screams, and a flashlight materialises in the other guy's hand, shone directly into Buck's eyes.

"Hey, wait, I know you," the guy says. His voice sounds familiar now that he's not screaming. He lowers the flashlight and it takes Buck a second to clear his eyes enough to recognise him right back.

"You're on the baseball team, right?" Buck asks like he hadn't caught sight of then-sophomore Eddie Diaz hanging out with the rest of the varsity baseball team on his first day of freshman year and spent the following three years lurking in the back row of the risers to watch his games.

"Yeah, I'm Eddie," he says. "You're...Buckley, right? On the football team?"

"Yeah," Buck agrees. "Everyone just calls me Buck, though."

He climbs to his feet and dusts off his jeans, using the beam of Eddie's flashlight to track down his own. It's rolled all the way across the crypt to nestle against Old Man Jenkins' tomb.

Eddie doesn't get to his feet.

"You okay?" Buck asks, grabbing his light.

"Landed kinda funny on my ankle," Eddie says. "Give me a hand?"

Buck pulls Eddie to his feet and Eddie hisses when he tries to put weight on his left foot. For one brain-dead moment, Buck almost offers to just carry him, but then does the more sensible thing of pulling Eddie's arm across his shoulders.

"Fell through the trapdoor too, huh?" Buck asks.

He shines his flashlight around the crypt, looking for anything that might be a door. The walls are smooth, polished granite with a bunch of other squares labelled with various Jenkinses.

"Yeah," Eddie says. "And yet, believe it or not, that was not the weirdest thing to happen to me today."

"Did you get chased to the trapdoor by a ghost?" Buck asks, turning them so he can inspect the other walls.

"Uh, actually, yeah?" Eddie says. "You too?"

"Yup," Buck agrees. "It's why I'm here. My sister said there was no way this place is haunted, so it's my responsibility as her little brother to prove her wrong."

Eddie laughs.

"What?" Buck asks and hopes, desperately, that Eddie isn't laughing at him.

"My sisters were convinced this place is haunted," Eddie says. "So I said I'd come up here to prove them wrong."

"Oh, they're never gonna let you live that one down," Buck says.

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Eddie promises. "Whatever that thing was that chased us in here, it wasn't actually a ghost."

"Okay then, Mr Skeptic, why did it walk through a wall?" Buck asks. He turns them again to inspect the third wall for an exit and finds nothing.

"Hologram or something," Eddie says simply.

"And that's why the hallway got colder?" Buck asks.

"Turned on the A/C." Eddie shrugs.

"Dude, this house was built way before A/C existed," Buck replies, turning them to find the fourth wall. It, too, just has other graves. "So, um, how do we get out of here?"

Before Eddie can answer him, there's a shout and the sound of the trapdoor sliding open, and then a girl from Eddie's grade tumbles into the crypt with them.

"Hey, you're in marching band, right?" Buck asks, propping Eddie against Old Man Jenkins' crypt so he can help her up.

She dusts herself off and pulls off her glasses to blow the dust off them, too.

"Yeah," she says. "Buck, right?"

"And you're Hen?" Buck replies.

She starts to say yes, but an insistent bark sounds from inside her school sweatshirt. She unzips it just far enough to extract a small dog and sets it down. It immediately trots off to sniff things.

"You guys looking for ghosts too?" Hen asks.

"I am," Buck says. "Eddie's looking to disprove them."

The dog trots up to investigate Eddie then, and when it pokes its nose against Eddie's busted ankle, he swears.

"You hurt your ankle?" Hen asks, hurrying over to him and nudging her dog out of the way. "I've got a bunch of hours of first aid training for babysitting stuff, and I'm taking AP Bio. Want me to take a look?"

"I kinda think it's broken," Eddie admits.

"Buck, see if you can find anything we can use to splint it," Hen instructs.

While Buck inspects the crypt for abandoned candelabras or something, the trapdoor opens yet again and another girl tumbles into their midst.

She shines a flashlight around at all of them, seemingly unsurprised to find them there.

"I guess we all heard the myth about Old Man Jenkins' ghost haunting this place on the anniversary of his death?" she asks.

"I heard it from you, Karen," Eddie says. "I didn't think you were going to investigate yourself, or I'd have said we should carpool."

"You guys know each other?" Buck asks, trying to sound casual. He doesn't think he really succeeds but if worst comes to it, he can blame the stress of being stuck in a haunted crypt.

"We...study together," Karen says.

For just a second, Buck's heart sinks because he's pretty sure he's never heard gossip that Eddie Diaz is dating anyone, much less a pretty girl in Buck's year.

But then Eddie adds, "She means she's my math tutor and is trying not to embarrass me."

"Why would that be embarrassing?" Buck asks. "Math sucks."

Eddie laughs and then hisses in pain.

Buck finds something passable for a splint then and brings it back to Hen.

"So, how are we gonna get out of here?" Hen asks when Eddie's splinted and standing with his arm around Buck's shoulders again.

"I've got a theory," Karen says. "Firstly, there's no such thing as ghosts, and if they do exist, they'd be some sort of left over energy impression not the spectacle upstairs, right?"

Buck and Hen exchange a look of doubt.

"Second," Karen says, crossing to Old Man Jenkins' tomb. "I don't think Old Man Jenkins is really dead. I'm pretty sure it was a tax dodge, so if he's not dead--"

She pauses to start pushing at the lid of the tomb and the rest of them hurry over to help her shove the marble slab aside. Beneath the lid, there's no body. Instead, there's a flight of stairs.

"--then there's gotta be something else in his tomb," Karen says. "What do you guys say? Want to unmask a ghost?"

#the ghost ship scribbles #ktinastrikesback #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #karen wilson #paisley the dog #911fic #I...have neither excuse nor explanation for how this happened but here we are

[marrijaydeboo]

OMG HIHI HEY

ayo what do you think steve will do when reader is constantly sleepy (beacause of scout work lolz) finally gives out and sleeps with their head on his chest 👀?? (bonus points if steve likes them lolz)

Steve x Sleep deprived coven scout Reader!

A/N: I love this GIF of him so much

Also I kinda drifted away but I came back to the topic dw

Not proofread!

Warning/s: none

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➵ At first he didn't know that you were sleep deprived, mostly because of the mask you guys wore 24/7

➵ He only notices this when you tilt your head to the side and when you loose focus in a fight

➵ Once you did take off your mask he was worried and scolded you like a mother

➵ he thought you were another breed of Hunter 💀

➵ He invited you over to his house when you two got a break from work

➵ Also request that you guys do this every vacation

➵ Said that it could also be a time to re connect with each other and have fun

➵ as bestiessssssssssss.. totallyyyy... anyway-

➵ Now you two are having a sleepover in his room, yay :D!

➵ Y'ALL R SO CUTE TOGETHER GIGGLING AND STUFF

➵ Ignore Matt cringing at you guys he's just jealous 😒

➵ wasn't long till Matt fell asleep in his room

➵ You got closer to Steve and tried to make yourself comfortable

➵ hmm. You swore his face was a bit red.

➵ later on he was talking about Lilith sharing the curse with Eda but stopped when he noticed your eyes were getting heavy

➵ "Yeah, I should stop talking right now. Beside it's uhm- 2 am- 2 AM-"

➵ talking to you felt like a few minutes, he wanted to talk some more :(

➵ He put out the lamp, "Good night Y/N."

➵ while you were peacefully resting your eyes thank titan, Steve was awake thinking what the aftermath of The Day of Unity would look like

➵ He paused when you shifted, trying to look for a comfortable position

➵ oh, Oh, OH, OHH-

➵ You got close to his chest and sighed

➵ Steve is very chill about it on the outside but in the inside he's having flashbacks of those romance series he's watched before, you know when two people have to share a bed and one gets a little too close?

➵ He admired your features, You looked beautiful as the light of the moon touches your skin

➵ One of you gotta wake up before Matt takes a picture of the two of you and post it on penstagram

➵ If you get sleepy at work he'll take your shift for 1 or 2 hours, and maybe buy you some energy drink

➵ anything for you ofc 😍🙏

#toh #the owl house #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #toh steve #the owl house steve #toh steve x reader #the owl house steve x reader #x reader #i gave up

[gurorori]

Q, S and T?)

Kinda chose basic ones lol

Q - Favourite flower?

hmmmm red spider lily. ik dats prolly super expected & basic but they r super pretty. i luv flowers with unusual exterior. the many thin stamens framing the flower itself r so cute.. an' ofc i like its significance as like, a symbol of death (but it also called ressurection lily sumtimes cuz it often blooms in autumn after heavy rain? so cute n_n) da bouquets look reaaally beautiful too...

(i also like sunflowers lots :3)

S - 2 habits?

hmm actualy this is fun. 1st is, i do this autistic thing where ihave a comfort object i have with myself at home at all times, it's a blankie dat was gifted 2 us by a friend. well, ya will b familiar w/ zabivaka.. 2018 fifa world cup.. the city dat we live near was one of da cities where it was hosted so the merch was IN ABUNDANCE.. an' i was hyperfixatin' on. the furry mascot. yeah. soooo we have a zabivaka plushie too. & this soft green blankie.. i can't believe it's been 5 years. huh. time can't b real.

anyway 2nd isss a good habit 2 have, i always try my best 2 stay hydrated thruout da day an' i heard havin' water a bit be4 yr meals helps with digestion (which we have issues with), so i try ta have a cup be4 each meal, so it ends up bein' at least 1L water a day alrdy :3 i also drink inbetween the meals 2 fill da rest in. i thinkkkkk we all shud make drinkin' more water (or else, any beverage is fine really!!!!) everyday n_n

#mika asks #elo 🐌

[fumikomiyasaki]

💏 with whichever ship is on your brain!

Fifty ways to kiss someone

…as a promise.

Even if the daily chaos of keeping Heartslabyuls rules kept her distracted... she couldn't help but feel like bad thoughts flooded her brain... as she looked back at one particular Rose that had almost burned shimmer to it... she felt a Vision invade her... fire spreading all around... that picture of Phobetor who burned right before her... it stung... her heart was heavy... untill she suddenly felt a soft hand hold hers as she snapped back to reality.

"Camilla, are you alright?"

Melanie looked up at her concerned... those blue eyes made her melt down from her usual toughness as she put one hand on her head with a small smile.

"Melanie... thank you for getting me out of this nightmare."

"So you still have troubles with them..."

Melanie worried clenched her hands together... as Camilla leaned down and took one of her hands..

"You never have to worry... I won't ever go back to him... you give me so much more I want to find for... how about I make you a promise?"

To the Ramshackle students surprise the Knightly woman picked her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I vow to protect you with all I have... so such tragedy will never take you from me. Because after all... you brought me back into the daylight after sinking into an Abyss... I keep this promise for as long as you'll have me around. "

"A-alright... but promise me also one Thing."

"Anything, what is it?"

"Don't be to harsh on R-Ruby... she took might need your protection."

Camilla went back to her serious face but nodded... before letting Melanie down... blushing profusely thanks to another kiss of her girlfriend.

"I am sure she can protect herself but I will."

__________________

…good morning.

With a small twitch of her ears, Tenera opened her eyes slowly among the dark of the room... she felt one arm hold her tight into an embrace... Baliin insisted the day before to stay with her... mainly cause the cold gave her slight troubles and he worried about her. With a soft smile she leaned into his direction... forgeting her cat eyes had quite the shimmer on him which led to him slowly opening up his eyes as well. Just to be greeted by a small nose boop of hers.

"Good morning! Sorry if I woke you."

"It's fine... Do you feel better?"

She nodded before placing a kiss on his forehead... fluttering her eyelashes.

"Much better... your body warmed me up well. But um... would you mind an actual kiss to wake up?"

"You don't mind the teeth?"

"I always told you no. You know I don't like people to hold back for me."

"You are a strong woman after all... Alright."

He softly put his hand on her Back cradling her in his arms... during the kiss he noticed her hand tail move around a little and her ears Twitch... knowing he was doing something right as he let go off her.

"I think once I get dressed... maybe we could start off that I make you breakfast and help you train?"

"You already go to fast, you are not perfectly fine after one day of rest...."

She sighed hating that she can't argue mich against that as he put his hand on her head.

"I make us something and then we can Talk after you ate well Ten."

"Thank you Bal."

…in secrecy.

He sighed in annoyance... Steven and him stood in a line to the comic store... and even if he bought himself forward into the line as far as he could, Barry was still annoyed that he had to wait in boredom till they went in. Steven tried to distract him but Barry again told him to tone it down given nobody should know about their relationship.

Eventually they arrived at the store and picked out some things as Steven tapped his shoulder once they were out.

"Hey... doesn't that look kinda similar to you."

Steven opened His Manga and pointed to a blonde muscle Protagonist who looked more handsome as Barry thrived in the ego boost.

"I could kiss you right now really. "

"Okay! (^w^)"

"No no no... you know we can't do this in public... hmm maybe around the building be fine."

The two went into a dark alley around the building as Steven picked Barry up and sat him down on the trash can... mainly so he could rest while he started to give him a kiss. Barry gripped Stevens muscular arms tight to handle the pressure on his lips before drawing back.

"Sugoiii~ I still taste the hot dog you had."

"Be quiet... God it's hard to keep this a secret with you."

"For how long do we have to keep this a secret."

"..."

The blonde rich man didn't know how to answer... would he count his parents it would mean forever... would he only count the Moment he comes out it would work right away... Gently Barry placed his hands on Stevens chest and leaned down..

"I am sorry I am such a horrible boyfriend... but I promise... one day."

"That's enough for me. Tasting your tongue made me hungry... can we get something?"

"Of course."

Barry was conflicted... what will he do if one day never comes... he had to think.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #camilla dawnrose #camilla x melanie #tenera brawzer #tenera x baliin #barry parton #barry x steven

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Lol I can't believe jkkrs really believes the open secret story. Are they 'secret'? Not really. Other than their very private life they haven't shy away from showing how they love each other. They haven't said it by words but have shown it multiple times. That's what this open secret thing means. That they are not really afraid to show affection in public. JK is not suck Jimin's ear in public nor Jimin is afraid to say he gave a hickey.

BUT about their relationship confirmation IN WORDS, they are not doing it. When Jisoo's relationship was confirmed, her best friend Co-star, who just attended her concert, didn't even knew it. He said he was surprised to learn it from Naver trends, when Jisoo and actor were his freinds. They didn't even shared about a het relationship to their common friend. So people really think Jkk r going around saying they are dating each other ?

Their immediate close family, their extremely close friends who have been CLOSE friends for years (as JM said he had friends who betrayed him so how they can trust even friends with this ?), their staffs who's been with them for years, members ofcourse, must be the only ones who have got a confirmation from them directly. Others like some Dispatch staffs, dick ass companies who appointed saesangs to do what idols knowing so they can snitch on them, high level saesangs like Headliner, some kstans, some eagle eyed music show staffs etc may know it too. Not because they got a confirmation but they saw them, stalked them, they got infos etc. But as exposing a gay couple is illegal they are not doing it. There maybe people who may 'assume' it or draw conclusions based on how they behave with each other (just like we do but in person lol) their regular staffs or regular restaurant staffs or just people around them who can easily read the vibes etc. Now that itself is a lot of people who knows abt them in a homophobic country.. thus a open secret.

Hi anon,

Hmm so I think we all have different definitions of what "open secret " is.

I think of open secret when it comes to the whole of Korea knowing. Like I said, close people know, some of their friends know, the people at the company must know NOW, the rest of the entertainment and music industry don't know. Part of the fandom knows.

Some of the comments on the post have a different decision of "open secret":

So we are all kinda on the right track.

Jimin and Jk aren't all quite out in the open to everyone although they have shown questionable behavior and if we can see it, others see it too, although it may be ignored.

Thanks for sharing.

#skyasks #jikook