#(someone get him to sing more cause this mans got the vocals)

[ashiyn]

OLI'S CHRISTMAS MUSIC SHOW [2024] ↳ Santa Baby — TheOrionSound ft. SolidarityGaming

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I Put A Spell On You.

‘Smoke’wants you back, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

(Part one maybe?)

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop the things you do

I tell you, I ain't lying

I ain't lying…

Word got around that Smoke was back in town. You couldn’t miss him with his snazzy suit’s silhouette characterized by broad shoulders, a high waist, and wide-leg trousers. A quintessential element in a man’s wardrobe. The whispers traveled to many ears, but it was only one pair he was concerned with.

Rosetta Scott.

A dilly he’s obsessed with. His soft-spoken jazz singer. She ended their relationship when Smoke decided to up and leave New Orleans with his ill-tempered identical twin brother, but he promised he’d be back and to write him. After two years, he’s back and ready to stake his claim on his woman.

Smoke hopped out of his Cadillac 16 cylinder wearing round, small sunglasses with wired frames. He removed his 8-panel hat and shut the door behind him. Smoke took a long drag of his blunt while staring straight ahead with a lopsided grin.

The reflection within the circular lenses of his dark frames was one he’d missed for years. A living tapestry of culture, history, and an unmistakable passion for life. This place, with its rhythmic streetcars and the spicy aromas from its kitchens, isn't just alive; it breathes stories at every corner.

Stretching his long legs with a purposeful gait, his expensive gaiters picking up dirt, Smoke pushed open the withering, wooden, hinge doors leading into a lively establishment. The smell of fish fry, sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and sex titillating his nose caused a wide grin to spread across his thick lips. He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing, brandy-eyes and a primal desire.

There she was. Doing what she loved. He was joyful. Proud.

laidback with rhythmic flexibility.

That husky breathy tone.

Her vocals always had a very raw unedited feel which made her songs feel more real and personal. She also tends to use harmonies and layering which sometimes gives the song a drowning all consuming affect.

The silk of her flowing silver slip seemed to mold into her hourglass frame. The premium fur shawl she wore hung loosely from her glistening shoulders. Her lips the color of ox blood stained the mic in front of her. The swing and blues notes with complex chords blending with her sultry voice had everyone on that floor dirty dancing.

Smoke broke his eyes away reluctantly, taking off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. He ashed out his blunt and placed it in the front pocket of his crisp, white button down. Smoke made his way towards the bar, unbuttoning his sleeves and his shirt along the way.

“Yes, daddy! Play that saxophone!”

“Sing it Rose!”

“Let’s Jive!”

“Ooooweee! If it ain’t Mr. Smoke Stack himself! Come over here!”

Smoke chuckled deeply before dabbing up his uncle and the owner of the establishment; Buck. His liquor breath and gold teeth were two things you remembered about Big Buck. Or, how he’d like to call it ‘I’m Big Buck and I like to fuck’. And boy did he get his share of pussy. He had eight kids to prove it.

“Look at my nephew! Now hold on…where is your twin?” Buck’s yellowing eyes wandered around in search of him.

“He’s handlin’ business. No time to settle. You know how he get. I had to break away tho’ I got business to ‘tend to.”

Smoke accepted a glass of whiskey and took a long sip. It burned so good down his throat.

“Yeah, uh-huh. We know why’s you here! That gal. You know she’s seeing someone else, right?”

The corner of his upper lip fluttered with disdain at the thought of another man touching his bitch. Smoke wasn’t having it. One look into his eyes, she’d fall into his lap again. Wet puss and all. She wrote him often. Sent him pictures. He’d gotten them all. So, was she doing all that while messing with some squat-ass fool?

“Gimme the low down, Buck.” Smoke insisted impatiently.

“Aight, nephew. Another?”

Smoke raised his glass, “hold the hail. I don’t need no watered down shit. I’m tryna get swacked.”

Buck’s gut laugh filled the cramped space between them.

“You remember Phonzo?”

“Shid, not pussy ass Phonzo? C’mon now gal…”

“Damn straight. He wines and dines her. Buys her shit…”

“She using.” Smoke replied.

He turned his eyes on her again. She looked so damn fine. Mmm. That body was nice. He could smell her perfume on his mustache. That amber scented flesh. Smoke knocked the rest of his drink back and stood from his seat at the bar. She ended another song and received a standing ovation. Smoke pushed his way towards the front but before he could get there, a man reached out to help her down. Her joyous laugh made Smoke’s stomach churn.

“Put me down, baby! I had too much to drink!”

“it’s Smoke Stack!”

All eyes fell towards the handsome gangster. Smoke ignored all except those pretty, doe eyes that locked on him with utter shock. Short and stacked. The finest woman in all of Louisiana. Ain’t no way she’s giving all that to Phonzo. Smoke pressed forward, his penetrating eyes racking over Rosetta’s frame. It was easy to tell the twins apart because one had a noticeable scar on his face and the other didn’t.

“Well I’ll be,” Phonzo secured his arm around Rosetta’s waist tighter, “Smoke. What’s shaking, man?”

Smoke’s lips remained tightly sealed and his eyes never left his Rosey. Tension was thick in the air like the sound of the powerful double bass.

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

You got have your beer in your bottle

Give me my cool kind hands…

“Rosey…”

Rosetta parted her deep-red lips to speak.

“Smoke…”

That voice. He’d missed it.

Smoke Stack was seeing red.

“Get yo’ hands off my woman, Phonzo.”

“You think you can just show up? This ain’t your woman anymore, Smoke. You proved that when you left her for the taking. Go on somewhere now…”

Phonzo attempted to walk away with Rosetta in his grasp, but Smoke swiftly grabbed her hand, swinging her over towards him with an expert twirl of her beautiful frame. She collided with his sturdy chest, her eyes staring up at him.

Rosetta was still trying to pick her jaw up from the floor. She couldn’t believe Smoke was back. The familiar warmth of his much larger and more powerful frame sent images swirling through her mind of the times they’ve shared. She hadn’t received a letter from him in almost a year. Every single day she worried herself about him. However, Rosetta had entertained the thought of being with Phonzo. Tonight would have been the night that she would have given Phonzo a taste of what Smoke Stack dicked down. It was an act of desperation.

“Rose! Whatchu doin’ gal? Don’t let this fool back into your life!” Phonzo reached his hand out for her to take, “I won’t leave you like he did. Remember? I promised that trip to Chicago. We can pack up and catch a train!”

“I’ll take her to Chicago, to Trinidad, Paris, wherever my money goes, she goes. You had your fun tryna get what’s mine. I suggest you fade, Phonzo…”

Um, make me another two bit pint

Um, make me another two bit pint

'Cause I've got my habits down

I'm gonna wreck this joint…

“Let’s go,” Smoke had a strong grip on Rosetta’s hand as he placed her in front of him to walk away.

Rosetta finally gathered her thoughts. She halted her footsteps inches away from the bar.

“Hold on, Smoke,” She pointed a red nail at him sternly, “How dare you show up here like this?! I haven’t heard from you in over a year! You can’t just walk up in here and whisk me away like some night in shining armor! Who do you think you are?!”

“Says which? I’ve written you!” Smoke shouted back.

“I ain’t get one letter in a year!”

Smoke kisses his teeth, “That’s some bullshit and you know it. Maybe the letters got mixed up…none of that matters now, baby. I’m back. For good now…”

Buck and another bartender watched the two of them go back and forth with amusement.

“We’ll see how long that lasts!” Rosetta sassed.

A gun clicking had Smoke on high alert. He pushed Rosetta behind him and turned, staring down into the barrel of a pistol. Phonzo was sweating bullets. He had two of his lackeys behind him, posted up like they were ready to do damage. Rosetta clung onto the sticky bar top, peeking around to see what the ruckus was about.

“Time to knock you off that high horse. You and that brother of yours don’t run shit ‘round here no more. Give me back my bitch, and we can get back to jivin’.”

“Excuse me?!” Rosetta argued, “I got your bitch—”

“Rosey, relax, baby. Daddy got this.” Smoke looked from the pistol pointed at his chest, to Phonzo with a sinister smile, “You off the cob or something, Phonzo?”

“You tryna make me look pussy in front of my boys?!”

Smoke tilted his head to size up his ‘boys’.

“They shakin’ in they boots just like you. C‘mon now, Phonzo. We can do this the easy way…you put that steel down, and walk away. I came for my woman and that’s it. Pick yo’ self up and use those bony-ass pegs and leave.”

Laugher erupted around them. Patrons watched on like it was a live performance. Phonzo always hated being the laughingstock. No one took him seriously. People tolerated him because Smoke and his twin skipped town to handle business.

“I ain’t going nowhere!” Phonzo yelled.

He pressed his gun into Smoke’s chest hard.

“Nigga, you ain’t got shit—”

Smoke picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and cracked it over Phonzo’s head. When Phonzo dropped to his knees with shards of glass embedded in his face, Smoke snatched his pistol up and pointed it at the two men that were once standing proud. They both shared a look with each other before bending over to pick Phonzo up.

Smoke placed the pistol in the waistband of his slacks and snatched a handkerchief out of his pocket to clean up the blood that seeped from a gash in the palm of his hand. People were used to violence ‘round here. Too drunk, high, and horny to care about Phonzo bleeding out onto the floor. Buck didn’t blink an eye as he shined a new glass before pouring a gentleman a glass of top shelf whiskey.

“Get ‘em out. Don’t come back, nigga. I’ll use your pistol to put a bullet in yo’ head fuckin’ wit’ me!”

Phonzo—delirious and bloody—was dragged out of the juke joint by his two loyal men. Smoke knew that as soon as Phonzo regained consciousness, he’ll be on the hunt for him. Smoke was ready.

Smoke took a seat at the bar and pulled Rosetta into him. Blunt between his lips, glass of whiskey in front of him, Rosetta gave him a light, watching her daddy with lust.

You know I can't stand it

You're running around

You know better, baby

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down

Oh, no…

“Smoke, Daddy…”

Rosetta took the blunt from between his lips and hit it. He watched her with low, hazy eyes. All he did was walk through those doors. She was at his mercy like he’d never left.

“You’ll really take me to Paris?”

Smoke accepted his blunt, “I’ll take you all over the world, baby…listen, I know I got some makin’ up to do, but don’t you ever do no shit like that again, hear me? I’m a always come back to you…”

“You right about that makin’ up,” Rosetta giggled, “We got all night though. Phonzo was my ride home…”

“Here, go grab my jacket and we can go.”

Smoke tapped Rosetta on her rump and pointed to where he placed his suit jacket. He paid his tab and promised to be back to catch up with his uncle. Rosetta returned and Smoke grabbed her by the hand, ushering her out of the juke joint and into the murky night.

_______________

Smooth leather seats, a pistol on the dash, windows rolled down.

Rosetta and her fur shawl sat elegantly next to a hunk of a gangster. She admired the stain of her lipstick on his cheek when she stole a quick kiss while he opened her door for her.

She missed her Smoke Daddy so damn bad. It hurt to the bone. Smoke could feel her pretty eyes on him and he glanced over to her, giving her a dimpled smirk filled with mischief. They were halfway there to her apartment above a boutique.

“I missed you, Rosey. So much.”

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine…

“Where did you go?”

Smoke took a moment to respond.

“…My brother had business in Texas. Then we picked up some jobs throughout the south. Made enough money to last us a lifetime…Made some bad choices, but I’m richer. Stronger. Ready to sweep you off yo’ feet. I want you to travel the world and sing to audiences bigger than that hole in the wall. Serious, gal.”

Rosetta blinked away tears.

“Don’t do none of that, baby. No crying…”

“I’m just glad ya ain’t dead somewhere in a ditch!”

Rosetta accepted a clean handkerchief from Smoke. She dabbed her eyes to avoid messing up her makeup.

“I made a promise to get back to you and I meant that.”

Rosetta exhales, “I know, daddy…I just…I’ve been so touch starved. I would’ve given Phonzo all of me if you hadn’t shown up…”

Smoke’s nostrils flared and he looked at her with those dark eyes that made her clench her thighs.

“Phonzo don’t know what to do wit’ all that. And you belong to me. All of you. You make that pussy cum while Daddy was away?”

“Yes…but it wasn’t enough. I miss the fuckin’ we used to do…”

Smoke’s Cadillac slowed to a stop in front of the boutique Rosetta’s mother owned. She worked there for extra money, but now that Smoke was back, she didn’t have to work. Smoke opened her door and helped her out. Shutting it, they walked towards the shop and Rosetta opened the door with a single gold key. Smoke observed his surroundings with a sharp eye before following her inside. It was dark, but the moonlight ignited a path for them leading towards a narrow staircase leading up to Rosetta’s apartment that she shared with her mother.

She had some privacy for now since her mother went away to visit family in Baton Rouge for a week. The boutique was closed until she returned. Rosetta opened the door and flicked on a light. It was exactly how Smoke had remembered it. Small and cozy and blessed by a woman that practiced root work. Rosetta walked into their small kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a pitcher of water. She poured a glass for Smoke and herself.

“You can stay for a few days until momma comes back. It don’t matter how grown I am, she don’t like men over…”

“I get it. I’ll have a place to stay. Then you can leave here and be wit’ me.”

“Smoke…”

Smoke finished his glass, sat it on the counter, and pulled Rosetta close. His hands caressed her back and dragged down to cuff her cheeks. Eyes locked on her face, he brought his plump lips to her own, pecking them with soft kisses. Rosetta whimpered and shifted, slightly raising one foot. Smoke hooked his strong arm around her trim waistline. His other hand squeezed the flesh of her plump ass.

“You always know just how to push my buttons, don’t you, Rose? Couldn’t wait for daddy to come back?”Smoke asked with his lips barely touching hers, “That’s alright, though…Im gon’ remind you just who you belong to...”

Suddenly, Smoke delivered a series of sharp smacks to her behind without warning. Rosetta gasped as she felt the sting of each slap. 

“Smoke, I’m sorry…I didn’t fuck him…I swear.” Rose pleaded.

“But you gave ‘em hope. If I hadn’t shown up…”

His wide hand lifted her silk dress over her ass and he went to town whacking each cheek—left, right, left—the pain increasing. Rosetta buried her face into his chest, her lipstick staining his shirt. Smoke palmed her cheeks hard, savoring the heft of that juicy flesh in his rough hands.

“Damn,” Smoke stared over her shoulder and down at her rump, “this big ass…mmm…mmm…mmm…I wanna look at that pussy, baby…I still have that picture of your pussy in my wallet…”

Rosetta set up a camera and took photos of herself nude before sending them off to whatever address Smoke told her to send it to. He’d beat his fat dick every night to all her photos. He stole a pair of her panties as a reminder of her scent. Anything to keep his sanity.

“You do?” Rosetta stared up at Smoke.

“Yeah,” Smoke retrieved his wallet from his pocket. He presented the photo to Rosetta. It had cracks in it from being folded, but her hairy mound, phat clit, and glistening folds stood out against the black and white, “She still nice and bushy?”

Smoke had a thing for hair. He hated whenever Rosetta would do a clean shave. Since he’d been gone, she’d started shaving again. Luckily, there was enough hair there to satisfy his desires.

“Not too much, daddy…”

“Mm,” Smoke flicked his tongue against her lips.

“I want you to do it to me, daddy…”

“Do it all night long, baby?”

“Do it to me, papa…”

Smoke’s dick jumped and stretched to proportions he couldn’t handle.

“I wanna suck on that pussy first…”

Rosetta’s clit twitched at the thought of Smoke slurping on her pussy cat until she was wrung dry. She had a lot for him to drank up. When she first laid eyes on him tonight, the wetness soaked through and created a slippery, sticky mess. Those big lips and that thick dick…

“Let me smell it,” Smoke picked Rosetta up and sat her down on the cramped counter space, “Spread your fuckin’ legs you sexy, bitch…”

Rosetta made quick work of her thighs spreading wide and limber. Smoke could see a big wet spot in the crotch of her cotton panties. He didn’t waste time stroking the outlines of her fat lips that strained against the fabric. Smoke chuckled before slipping her panties to the side. His fingertips graced coarse hair covered in slick and heat. Beyond that was a clit made to be suckled.

“Shit, she still get nice and wet for me,” Smoke admired the shine on his thick fingers before bringing it to his nose to take a whiff, “fuccck,” He pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, “Fresh pussy…taste so good…”

He was down on his knees with his fingers tangled in her panties to keep them out of his way. Rosetta brought one leg up and it opened her lips more for him to eat. The humidity of that kitchen had their brown skin glistening beneath the dim, yellow, lamp lights. Smoke spread her lips and stared into her pussy. Rosetta stroked his slick-back, begging him to put his face in it.

Smoke buried his nose in it first. He rubbed her clit with the tip of his nose before using his lips to encase her clit and suck. He sucked nice and slow to warm her up, but then he created a vortex so tight with his lips Rosetta almost fell from the counter. The sucking came at a rapid pace—precise and intense.

“Uhnnn,” Rosetta gasped and moaned, “Daddy!”

Rosetta stroked her pussy many times to one of her favorite raunchy tunes. Jump Steady Daddy by Lucille Bogan stayed on repeat whenever she rubbed on her clit to the thought of her Smoke Daddy. She missed when he would come to her late at night, sneak in her bed and eat her pussy. She loved it when he would be on his knees, holding her weight up and fucking into her.

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

And if you love me like I did

You'll be that jump steady man of mine…

“Yes, ooh, daddy, papa,” Rosetta’s thighs shook out of her control, “Ima cum…Ima cum…”

The thin straps of her silk slip dangled from her shoulders and perspiration trickled down her spine. She didn’t have time to prepare before she was creaming down Smoke’s chin. All he did was suck her clit. He came up for air, lips dripping wet and face glistening with cum.

Her nipples poked out through her slip, teasing Smoke’s eyes. He was as hard as stone, unable to bear the feeling anymore. Smoke stood and picked Rosetta up from the counter, carrying her towards her room. The door was ajar, so all he needed to do was nudge it and he was walking inside. He didn’t bother closing the door. Smoke placed Rosetta on her back, climbing on top of her and sticking his tongue in her mouth.

Rosetta smoothed his button down shirt over his shoulders and Smoke pulled his arms through. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscles like plaster. Smoke broke his lips away and trailed kisses down her neck until he was at the tops of her breasts. Rosetta arched up into his chest, soft moans music to his ears.

Smoke used his teeth to yank the rest of her slip down, revealing 34 C breasts with large nipples that reminded him of chocolate-covered gum drops. Rosetta dragged her nails through his hair, messing up the smoothness of it, revealing waves. Her updo had come undone, finger-waved hair falling into her eyes. The salty, sweet taste of her skin caused him to growl.

“Daddy…I wanna taste that dick…”

With a deep exhale, Smoke stood up. Rosetta sat up on her knees with her dress around her waist and went to work undoing his slacks. She pushed down his boxers and his pants in one motion, his dick bobbing out like a pendulum and hitting her on the chin. Rosetta admired how girthy and veiny her daddy’s dick is. She licked up the precum before it was wasted and with her eyes on him, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

“Ahhhh…There you go, baby…that’s how you welcome me home…suck this big boy…gobble it up…”

Her soft hair in his grasp, Smoke’s toned hips pumped her throat. He curled his top lip, revealing golds, grunting at the feel of her tight throat.

“Ugh, fuck, baby…the best dick suckin’ bird in N’awlins…”

Rosetta giggled in response. She prided herself in her skills. Sucking dick and riding dick was her specialty. Smoke licked his lips, eyes barely open as he watched her. He tilted his head and started drilling her mouth. Loud gagging noise started, Rosetta’s once pristine makeup now running down her face.

“You’re so beautiful wit’ my dick in your throat, baby…make daddy cum…so I can fuck that pussy…”

His girth increased, Rosetta’s jaws tightening. She grabbed hold of his balls and worked her neck like no other. Smoke chewed on his bottom lip and threw his head back.

“Hmmm….mmmmmm….”

His hips spasmed out of control. Rosetta almost choked on his thick cum. She had to spit his dick out just to swallow what she could. The rest painted her chest.

“Turn that ass over,” Smoke stepped out of his pants and with one hand on his long dick, he pumped it, “On your knees, gal.”

Rosetta brought that ass in the air and arched her back deep. Smoke stood behind her with a big dick swinging. Rosetta hadn’t felt it in two years. She was afraid. Shaking with fear. He had to open her up again.

“Use them big girl words and tell me what you want,” Smoke slapped her cheeks around, “Where you want this dick?”

“Daddy, fuck me!” Rosetta begged.

His dick aligned with her ass and with his big hands he tucked it higher. Smoke grunted and slapped her bouncy cheeks.

“Ouch! Papa…” Rosetta cried, more from surprise.

It hurt so good. With hands as large as his, he managed to cover a wide area of her ass, leaving behind a burning sting that only made her wiggle her ass against him. Smoke rubbed her down before digging his fingers into the flesh, spreading her wide, and thrusting into her.

“Oh, my! Smoke!”

Rosetta’s ass recoiled and bounced off of Smoke’s sturdy hips. He had her by the hair, keeping her back arched. That man was fucking her like he was fresh out of jail. His thick shaft gave her stretch and his length made her feel it in her stomach. The sound of her wet pussy matched the skin-slapping.

“Big dick on you! Fuck!”

Smoke let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. Rosetta looked back at him with her mouth agape and brows knitted together in disbelief. His hair had puffed up and some strands fell over his forehead. He looked wild and sexy. Muscles flexing, golds flashing, eyes unblinking.

“Keep fuckin’ me, papa! Fuck this wet pussy, daddy! Oh my goddddd—”

Rosetta fell forward and buried her face in the sheets.

“Uh-uh,” Smoke brought one leg up, leaned over her, and wrapped a hand around her throat, “You can take this dick. Get that shit you want so bad,” Smoke said.

Every cry or whimper that came out of her mouth, he responded with an evil chuckle or a groan of his own in her ear.

“Grip me up like that…good girl…that’s it baby…”

Rosetta felt hot liquid trickling down her thighs. Tears brimmed her eyes and her body seized up with her release. Smoke withdrew his hips and got down behind her to lick her up. He licked her thighs, then trailed his spit to her folds. He rolled her onto her back and scooted her towards the edge of the bed. Ass hanging off, legs thrown over his shoulders, Smoke put that dick in her pussy and pounded up into her with sharp thrusts that had her toes curling.

“Oh, shit!” Rosetta and her swinging titties couldn’t handle it, “Damnit, Smoke! I’m cumin’ !!!!!”

Scooting her onto the bed, he pile-drived her into the creaky mattress. Folded in half was an understatement. She stared down the valley of his impressive body at his dick.

“Big Daddy!” Rosetta pressed her feet into his chest, “Fuck me good! Take this pussy!”

“This my fuckin’ pussy…”

Smoke slammed into her before dropping down to kiss her soft lips again. His thrusts turned into modulated pumps that caused her to gasp. Each time his dick would enter her, she would gasp with surprise. Smoke nibbled on her pouty bottom lip and stared into her eyes longingly.

You know I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you anyhow

And I don't care

If you don't want me

I'm yours right now…

“Cum for me Smoke Daddy…”

His forehead furrowed and with one more sharp thrust, he erupted deep in her womb.

———————-

[yeosatinyngz]

VOICE OF A DEVIL

Continuation of Sylus’s “Melodic Weave” memory

↳GN Reader | ⚠️Spoilers for Melodic Weave⚠️

A/N: This is my first time writing for Sylus and I’m not that confident, apologies in advance

Running into Sylus during your team outing was something you didn’t expect. However, what you least expected was this current moment where he was joining your team’s karaoke session.

It was surprise after surprise as now you were somehow forced to sing a duet with the white haired male. “This is the first time I’m performing a duet with someone. You always let me experience new things.” Sylus’s words caused your coworkers to burst into teasing cheers, sending your heart into overdrive.

The curiosity of his singing got the best of you. His speaking voice was already music to your ears, you wondered just how alluring his deep and smooth voice would sound while singing.

As he lifted the microphone up towards his mouth, you waited with anticipation as his mouth opened to sing, only to be greeted with a sound that quickly shattered the expectation you were fantasizing just a few seconds ago.

The excruciating silence was quickly overtaken by Alex and Lois quickly excusing themselves. Following after, Tara spits out an, “Skye is really interesting…But let’s not ask him to sing again. Bye!” before hurriedly rushing out of the room leaving you alone with the tone deaf man. YOU TRAITORS you mentally cursed.

“They sure left in a hurry, guess it’s just us now huh?” He says while looking down at you with a smirk. “Yeah, I think it’s about time I leave too.” You let out an awkward laugh while getting up. Of course you could never have your way when Sylus is involved, he yanks you back down on the couch.

“Trying to run away, sweetie? I haven’t finished singing yet.” Before everyone left, someone paused the song almost immediately after Sylus started singing, stopping him from singing any further.

“Pfft I’m not running away…I just have some errands I forgot about.” He irked his eyebrow up, not buying the excuse you just came up with. “Fine, continue on.” You sighed in defeat as he unpaused the song.

You convinced yourself that you were going to endure his singing, however as soon as you heard the uncoordinated sounds coming out of his mouth your walls of fortitude came crashing down.

You quickly snatched the microphone out of his hand and tossed it behind you. Unfortunately that didn’t stop the awful noises still coming out of his mouth so you resorted to clamping your hands over his mouth, trying your best to block out furthermore of his voice.

Before you could celebrate your victory, Sylus licked your hand causing you to retract your hands back in shock. “Ew, why’d you do that?” You exclaimed in disgust while wiping your Sylus-infected hand on his shirt to get rid of his saliva. “You started this little game, I was simply just finishing it.” He nonchalantly said with that notorious smirk of his.

Out of nowhere he summoned another microphone, wasting not a single second in continuing on singing. Just how long is his part?! I don’t think my ears can take anymore of this. Desperately trying to save your ears from the torture of Sylus’s vocal abilities you thought of one last idea.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips onto his. You weren’t taking any more chances at this point, you were gonna shut him up for good. Desperately clinging onto his lips, you brought a hand behind his head, pushing him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moves in sync with yours, his arm finding its way around your waist pulling you much closer. Sylus is quick to bite your lower lip resulting in you parting your lips to give his tongue access into your mouth.

It’s not long before you both part away from each other, panting from the intense lip locking. You looked up, locking your eyes with a pair of crimson eyes dripping with utter amusement.

“Care to explain what that was about?” “Your singing was damaging my ears so I had to shut you up one way or another” you bluntly stated. Sylus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Oh how your words wound me sweetie” he said while feigning hurt. “You know you could’ve just told me the truth instead of resorting to these overly complicated methods of yours” quickly adding, “However, I didn’t mind the make out session.”

You cover your face out of embarrassment while muttering out, “Not another word.” “Make me” he says with that seductive voice of his and you swear this man is going to be the death of you. You were quick to deliver a smack to his arm as he erupts into laughter. Sylus thought you were just too cute to not tease.

[prettylittlels]

Special Night

summary: while performing your latest song, Houdini, at the Golden Globes, your performance drives people crazy.

(tom blyth x singer!reader)

a/n: this song has been stuck in my head for the past few weeks and i needed to make a scenario w it. hope you like it!

ps: i'm akso running out of ideas so please send requests!!!

🪻🪩🌃🔮🎶

Tonight, I'm going to perform at the golden globes gala. My latest song, Houdini, has captured everyone's attention and soared thorugh the billboard Top 100. The problem isn't performing the song: I know every lyric and practised every detail of the choreography to the brim. The problem is who I'm performing it to. Hundreds of celebrities I admire and thousands and thousands of people around the world are going to be watching me sing.

-Y/n!- my manager interrupts my thoughts -You're on in two-

-Thanks, Diane - I say back, and start my vocal exercises.

In the middle of my preparation, I listen the host of the night announce my appearance. I smoothen out my little black dress and, slowly, I make my way to the stage. The lights are low and I still can't see anything farther than the edge of the stage. My earbud informs me the song will start in 3, 2, 1...

I come and I go

Tell me all the ways you need me

I'm not here for long

Catch me or I go Houdini

The crowd immediately starts roaring as the song plays for the first time. My choreography is catching everyone's eye. I feel the confidence soaring inside of me. This wasn't so bad as I thought it would be, huh?

I come and I go

Prove you got the right to please me

Everybody knows

Catch me or I go Houdini

The celebrities in front of me stand up one by one and dance to the rythm of the music. Since I was well known for interacting a lot with fans during concerts, why not do the same thing now?

Time is passin' like a solar eclipse

I descend the stairs in one of the stage's corners and the crowd screams even more. Searching for someone to dance with, I find first Anya Taylor Joy, dressed in a beautiful pale blue gown, singing along with me.

See you watchin' and you blow me a kiss

It's your moment, baby, don't let it slip

Come in closer, are you readin' my lips?

I make eye contact with her and blow her a kiss, following the lyrics. Her cheeks go red and laughs with me. I go closer to her and keep on singing along, until I signal to her to look at the camera and strike a pose with me.

They say I come and I go

Tell me all the ways you need me

I'm not here for long

Catch me or I go Houdini

I come and I go

Prove you got the right to please me

Everybody knows

Catch me or I go Houdini

Moving on from Anya, I walk up a couple tables more. Next, I set my eyes on Pedro Pascal, dancing to the rythm with his eyes closed. I look surprised and the camera points towards where I'm looking. The crowd laughs as we dance together.

If you're good enough, you'll find a way

Maybe you could cause a girl to change her ways

Do you think about it night and day?

Maybe you could be the one to make me stay

Pedro spins me around sloppily and I sing and I give him a kiss on the cheek and continue walking down the carpeted hall. The choreography makes an appearance again, with a sexy twist: I drop to my knees suddenly and sing the bridge. I get up again and the most beautiful man fills my vision.

Everything you say is soundin' so sweet (ah)

But do you practice everything that you preach? (Ah)

I stare and get closer to him while singing. He sends a big gummy smile towards me and I try to keep my composure. I notice he's sitting next to Hunter Schafer, my good friend. I make a mental reminder to ask her about it later.

I need something that'll make me believe (ah)

If you got it, baby, give it to me

I walk a little more until I'm looking down at his face and bend down while still singing. Out of impulse, I grab his chin gently and bring him in closer so it looks likr we're kissing. Our lips graze each other's and I feel like an electric discharge electrocuted my entire body. I pull away at the last second and continue walking and dancing, trying not to come back to him.

They say I come and I go

Tell me all the ways you need me

I'm not here for long

Catch me or I go Houdini

I come and I go (I come and I go)

Prove you got the right to please me

Everybody knows (I'm not here for long)

Catch me or I go Houdini

Everyone's mouths are open after my little stunt. I smirk to myself and I decide that's it for today.

If you're good enough, you'll find a way

Maybe you could cause a girl to change her ways

Do you think about it night and day?

Maybe you could be the one to make me stay

I go up the stairs one last time to finish off the performance. The people are cheering for me again. But right now, I only care about one of them now. I search for the mystery man with my eyes all over the place, he's nowhere to be found.

I come and I go

Tell me all the ways you need me

I'm not here for long

Catch me or I go Houdini

I come and I go (I come and I go)

Prove you got the right to please me

Everybody knows (I'm not here for long)

Catch me or I go Houdini

Screams and shouts fill the space when I finish the song. The camera focuses on the people who I've danced with and projects it onto the screens. First, Anya appears smiling and waves to the cameraman. Later, Pedro is still giddy from dancing and whoops loudly. Finally, Tom Blyth, as it says on the bottom of the screen, is clapping like everyone else. There are rests of a blush in his cheeks, but when he looks at the camera, he winks at it and lifts his hand with his pinky and thumb up, signaling a phone, mouthing the words "call me".

The camera switches back to me. I blow the last kiss to the audience and, before leaving, I make a "T" with my hands, and after a second I create a heart.

[samd1o1]

The Disability Coding Of Aphelios

Hey everyone! Today I thought I'd write a little post about my comfort character Aphelios; The Weapon Of The Faithful from League Of Legends!

Specifically I wanted to talk about the disability coding of Aphelios. For those who don't know; coding means the character is written to be an allegory for a life experience. It's about the closest you can get to canon without being necessarily canon. Many stories in magical fantasy universes use this technique. The most common reasons are for hiding from censorship and backlash, and creativity. I personally find coding way more interesting because of all the ways people can think to use magic as an allegory. But I also understand the importance of canon representation. Luckily, Aphelios does both!

So let's start with base main universe Runeterra Aphelios. To be able to talk to his sister and access her weapons he has to drink a special moon flower poison. This poison causes him immense constant pain. It also renders him mute. Obviously he isn't technically disabled. He can choose to not drink the flower (though that would be a dumb decision). But the fact he *must* drink it to save his people and it leaves him to chronic pain and muteness to the point of becoming numb to the world. That screams chronic illness's that cause pain.

Now many League lore nerds are always quick to do an "uhm actually" when you call Aphelios mute. But they're not thinking of the coding of it. Like I said earlier; fantasy stories using coding is very common for many types of minorities, not just disabled people.

My favorite example of disability coding is Hunter from The Owl House. Hunter lives in a world full of witches but he has no magic. He struggles at times but is able to find a way to navigate the world. He uses his palisman as a disability aid and makes do.

Now I'd understand some people not seeing this or just denying it. But what they did with HEARTSTEEL Aphelios basically confirms to me the disability coding was intentional (or at the very least something they're sticking with).

HEARTSTEEL is a boy band in the League musicverse. If there was ever a time to make Aphelios speak, it would be a boy band that sings. But no they didn't do that. In fact they understood the music verse is a more grounded universe (hinted to be our own even) so they made him CANONICALLY disabled.

When Aphelios was younger he had nodes in his vocal cords and they had to be surgically removed. Aphelios never fully recovered and lost his singing voice and the majority of his normal voice. He can't really speak above a whisper. In interviews he whispers to his sister Alune and she answers for him. (Someone teach this poor man sign language).

Another thing I find cool about HEARTSTEEL Aphelios is how he copes. Aphelios is the lyricist of the band. Kayn and Sett's verses are very in character for themselves but K'sante's fits Aphelios as a character way better.

"They wanna kiss me long good night with a rose

Hoping that the Eiffel falls, of course

You don't understand the life we chose

(On life support, life goes)

I need my silence, my privacy so I can heal

And even rockstars got feelings that they feel

In reality, this just repeats like a drill

Always"

This verse shows Aphelios struggle with being disabled. He didn't choose this life, but life goes on. The best part of this verse is that his friends are his voice. The fact K'sante sung his lyrics is very powerful. Shown in the music video, his friends metaphorically (and literally) saved him from drowning.

I can speak from experience that friends are very important. They really can help you through the toughest times and save you from drowning.

(I also feel it is important to mention; that while it's beautiful that someone sung Apehlios thoughts for him. It is suspicious they chose the ONE black champion in the band. The other two who sang solo verses got to have screen time all to themselves for their verses. K'sante isn't present at all for his verse and it is instead Aphelios and Yone.)

Anyway that was a little infodump about Aphelios and why I love his disability coding. I really appreciate that Riot are keeping him mute in all universes so far. (My worst fear is a legendary skin where he speaks.) Riot has stated that while champions are different people with different life experiences in the alternate universes that the champions will keep their core identities. They were mainly referring to LGBTQ champs in this statement, but disability is also a major part of identity. I'm sure it applies here too. Sona has also stayed mute in all universes as far as I know (she just uses aids like telepathy and text to speech).

Anyway see you all later on the rift where I will OTP HEARTSTEEL Aphelios and maybe some Sett support because I'm gay.

[amethyst-ghoul-backup]

Hello ! How are you ? 🖤 Do you think you could write headcanons for the Ghouls going to karaoke (pleaaaase) ? I just had this thought of them absolutely having a blast while singing Bohemian Rhapsody (don’t ask me why 💀😭)

omg your brain is *chef’s kiss* i love this idea!!

also i got a little carried away so i do apologize for that y’all 😭😭

- The ghouls are allowed one sort of fun outing to town per week

- Copia is required to chaperone but he’ll let them pick what they want to do and where they want to go, he just goes along to supervise

- To keep everything fair, the ghouls get to write down one idea each for what they want to do, they put the ideas in a hat, and draw one each week until they’ve done everyone’s idea

- On Friday night the pack gathers around the hat and Cirrus pulls a slip with the words “Karaoke bar” on it

- So karaoke it is

- On Saturday night all 8 of them and Copia pile into one of the ministry’s van and off they go

- They enter a mostly empty little karaoke bar and get a private room for singing

- They also order a bunch of drinks

- Swiss insists on going first and gives a very unique rendition of No Hands

- Dew and Sunshine cheer him on of course

- Cirrus and Aether absolutely kill their choice of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

- The others can’t help but give Mountain an amused glance every time his name comes up in the song

- He is very much not amused

- Cumulus goes next and sings Halo by Beyoncé so beautifully that Copia rethinks her being an Air Ghoul because she HAS to be part siren

- “Show off” Dew jokingly mutters when she’s done but Rain slaps him on the arm anyway

- Sunshine decides she wants to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love from the Hercules soundtrack and gets Swiss and Aether to be the muses

- They do the little dances and everything

- Like i’m talking full on movie accurate choreography

- Rain and Mountain seem sort of reluctant at first but once they realize Disney songs are an option they are all for it

- They do Under The Sea from The Little Mermaid, Hakuna Matata from The Lion King, I’ll Make A Man Outta You from Mulan, and more

- Aether cuts them off after they sing The Bare Necessities for the second time

- After Dew has one too many margaritas (he drank 6) he BODIES Rap God by Eminem and Tap In by Saweetie

- When he starts singing CPR by Cupcakke Copia knows it’s time to go

- “But youuu haven’t sung anything yet Cardi!” Sunshine drunkenly points out from the couch where she’s leaning all of her body weight on a fast asleep Cirrus

- All the ghouls turn to Copia with nods of agreement

- “I— eh, eh-heh. That is true. I suppose one more song wouldn’t hurt.” Copia agrees

- He wanted to do Piano Man by Billy Joel but that wasn’t an option

- So he goes with Bohemian Rhapsody

- And boy was that a choice

- As soon as the ghouls hear the intro they get so hyped up

- Copia sings the intro and verse 1 and 2 by himself

- Dew and Aether vocalize the guitar solo but it’s really off pitch

- The ghouls join in verse 3 and they all do the high pitched voice

- They do the little call and response with Copia

- Sunshine, Rain, and Cumulus song the “Let me go” part and the other five ghouls sing the “We will not let you go” part

- When it’s all over they end up super giggly and in high spirits

- Then they got kicked out because Dew got too excited and lit a couch on fire

- But it was an overall 10/10 experience

If you read all of this to the end, you’re a real one! Also does anyone know of that tiktok with that group of boys wearing like navy blue bedsheets as togas and lip syncing to I Won’t Say I’m In Love cause that’s exactly what I imagine Swiss and Aether doing while Sunshine sings. Someone please know what I’m talking about 😭😭

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Listen Kat, my love, it took me forever to pick a song but I feel like I finally have a good song choice. SOOOOO. I want Sure Thing(idk who sings this tbh) because I love what the lyrics imply. There will be the specific lyrics at the end of this.

I would like pretty much a fluff piece(a little angst if you want) obviously with LEVI love of my life. CanonAU please! Pre-Established relationship. Basically where we say I love you for the first time because I can’t think of anything else that goes with the song(if you have a better idea than go for it cause my brain sucks, as long as it’s pre-established because for some reason I love that)

Thankyou and I love you so so much ❤️🥰

HI LOVE I'M SRY I'VE BEEN SHIT AT CHATTING DJKFSLKDJF 🥹💕

i hope this is somewhat along the lines of what you're looking for :3

Have Faith | 1k Follower Event

✧ word count ➼ 745 ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, hurt/comfort, established relationship, levi being comforting in his levi way

You weren't acting like yourself. Although you could hardly be described as someone that was unrealistically positive or "bubbly" all the time, seeing you silent, pensive, and dismissive for multiple days in a row was strange. You couldn't even describe it yourself.

Deep down, you knew why you were upset. It was the night before Levi had to leave for a dangerous expedition. This wasn't the first time that you've watched him leave. However, this was the first time since you started dating.

You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you quickly found yourself getting attached and legitimately caring about the man. Thus, when you realized that the next expedition was rapidly approaching, you found yourself shutting down.

"What's going on with you?" Levi asked.

He had noticed that you've been dismissive and disengaged and to be quite frank—it pissed him off. If he wasn't leaving in a few hours, he'd be willing to spend more time to figure out what was going on in your head, but he didn't have that time right now.

"_____, can we please not fight the night before an expedition?"

Upon hearing that, you finally made eye contact with him again for a few seconds before looking down once more.

"I'm sorry, Levi," you said quietly. "Just seeing you and knowing that you're going on a dangerous mission tomorrow makes me so anxious that I feel like I'm going to puke."

His look softened, but he slightly tilted his head in confusion as he slowly approached you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, speaking quietly as he looked down at you.

"What's going on with you?" he repeated. "We've done plenty of these before."

You looked up into his eyes, feeling your heartbeat hasten. You weren't sure if it was from the anxiety or from how close he was holding you.

"I just can't bear the thought of losing you," you said quietly. "Ever since we got together, every time the doors open and I see more and more Scouts that have lost their lives, I'm terrified that I'll see you in one of the carriages instead of riding on one of the horses."

You looked down, gripping at his arm in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Or that I won't see you at all."

You heard Levi take a deep breath after listening to you. He held you so close that you could feel his pulse against yours.

"_____, I-"

"I love you too much to be able to let you go," you said, interrupting whatever it was he was planning on saying.

As soon as you said that, you felt your face heat up. You felt him tense as well. It was your first time telling him that you loved him. It was true and you both knew it, but it was your first time vocalizing it, which dramatically increased the intensity of the meaning behind the word.

Levi gently placed his hand on your chin, lifting up your gaze as he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

"Have faith that we'll both make it home," he whispered to you. "No matter how bad it gets out there."

You gently returned the kiss, taking in a shaky inhale as he pulled you into a hug and you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"Do you have faith?" you asked.

"I do," he responded without hesitation, immediately interlacing his fingers with yours.

You took a deep breath.

"Okay," you finally responded. "I'll have faith."

You squeezed at his hand as you let yourself fall into his embrace, burying your face into his shoulder. You wanted to hold on to this feeling of being on him for as long as you could—but you knew you had limited time.

"...I guess you should go get ready now, right?" you said quietly.

You felt him nod against you and you took the message, beginning to pull away.

His grip on your waist tightened, not letting you fully pull away.

"I love you, too," he whispered into your ear before finally pulling away, shooting you a slight smile as he turned away to head back towards his office.

Your lips parted to speak again, but you couldn't get anything to come out as he walked into and shut the door behind him. All you could do from that point was to have faith that you would see him again when he returned.

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[xamaxenta]

Ok in the thread of metal bands/edgy music au; allow me to suggest..

Ace and Sabo met as kids on Moloka’i (hawaii). Sabo moved from South Africa with his parents and Ace lived there with his dad (and his mom but she was at surfing competitions a lot). Being the only kids within age range they quickly befriended eachother and proceeded to run barefoot around the island, climb canyons etc etc

Now in this au Sabos parents are slightly less dickish, so their response is more “hey can we get some indoor activities for our posh child” than “I disown you” anyway that’s where Roger comes in and introduces them to a retired singer also living on the island. Ms Di’ Angelo is a former opera singer who joined a rock band and happy to teach them how to shred a bass guitar. (Sabo’s parents only slightly regret this)

Anyway Both boys take to it like fish to water, Ace in particular possibly destroying his eardrums listening to death metal and Norwegian bands. They also like spending time with Ms Di’Angelo she mentions that she has a kid a little older than them but doesn’t have any pictures or say anything more (the boys assume they passed)

At 21-23 both are doing little gigs or partnering with other bands (they don’t have a singer so it’s just acoustics). They just happen to bump into Ms Di’Angelo and tall blonde man who has very familiar blue eyes. Enter in Marco Di’Angelo Newgate, child of famous retired rockstar Edward Newgate or Whitebeard. Currently attending med school, with a singing voice worth of angels.

Immediately Sabo and Ace are like “ahh yes our third” (for the band, they aren’t actually dating right now, the fools). Anyway they basically hatch a plan to get Marco to join them which simply is “seduce him into the music industry” so the two go about trying to seduce Marco, possibly discovering some overlooked feelings along the way? I’m not saying jealously but someone feels left out

They Almost Fail; cause Marco has some issues and thinks they just doing it for his talent and then will dump him, (he also sees them kiss and wonders if he’s being used) Big confession time and all three end up fucking (duh) and that begins the start of the band; Flame Emperor, Phoenix Fire. Or something idk I put way too much thought into this..

Holy shit this is so rich and fulfilling already whoa

I love this 🙏🏽 please tell me you have more thougts!!! Im a big fan of Flame Emperor being their band name its just a sick fufkcing title

Oda was cooking hardcore when he assigned that title to Sabo frfrfrfrrrrrr cant stop thinking abt it

Also im a slut for Ace with a bass but hes probably talented enough he could play mostly any instrument he puts his mind to, a prodigy who cant read sheet music

Sabo writes music bc thats the posh activity his parents wanted for him and hes got great vocal control

Also like the manic energy of involving pipe organs and harpsichord into metal music is always bangin and Sabo smashing ivory keys in like the craziest outfit ever speaks to me on so many levels like the aesthetic fucks

[iguessitsjustme]

Deep Night Ep 5 Thoughts

Oops. Got distracted by Stardew Valley and also the return of my headache. Here’s hoping the meds kick in soon. But also I got the Stray Kids merch I ordered! Now I’m living in my new hoodie. Anyway it’s time for Deep Night 5: Rae Blogs Live. Wait no that one is too easy. Deep Night 5: Jealousy Dive. Yeah that one sounds right:

Who is hiring these unfluencers to talk shit when the police come? That’s a typo but I’m keeping it. Cause there’s no way they’re not in on it

I don’t know what Freya pays Dai but it is not enough. 

I don’t think I talked about the opening vocals when I liveblogged episode 4. So here’s me gushing about how absolutely fucking amazing they are. I do not think this would be an easy song to sing. It sounds easy but that’s because of the sheer talent and skill its being performed with. Like, I’m a passably decent singer. I can carry a tune. I am not the most impressive vocalist in the world but I have had multiple people ask me if I sing professionally or as a hobby somewhere. I would not be able to perform this song without HOURS of practice. Vocals are also an instrument that requires practice and technique and I am just so damn impressed with these vocals. I think the song itself is okay, but the singer does so much. The singer is actively carrying the melody and I cannot. I’ll stop talking about this now but if you want my thoughts on how the opening fits the show, let me know. Cause I do have some thoughts there but I think I should probably actually continue watching now

Freya and unnamed gorgeous woman are so cute. What is her name? I need to know for reasons. 

Unrelated to anything but I am having an excellent hair day and I am annoyed that only I will see it. 

Seiji. You can love both of them. I promise. It’s okay. They’re gonna fall in love with each other too. I don’t know if they actually do in the show but don’t worry about that. Semantics. You’ll all be in love.

Ken can be the one that tucks them both into bed at night. 

I need Khem to apologize to Wela so bad. He very clearly actually feels bad and wants to apologize.

Honestly, I don’t think I could say no to Khem’s face. I mean just look at how cute he is

Awww he apologized. Now make it a good one.

I love them????

Now boys. You’re on the roof. Not even gonna lay down a towel or nothing?

Ooohhhh here comes his mother. Oh she got distracted. Seems Wela knows his mother well. But still. The roof? Boys. 

Khem is very good at apologizing. It’s because he thinks about how his words and actions have hurt the people he loves. And he cares more about not hurting them than he does about being right. And I think he will not make the same mistakes twice. 

Obsessed with this. More please. 

Khem and his mom are so cute. 

I’m sure someone else has talked about Khem giving Wela his watch and how that was so good for both of them. Khem can lay a small inconspicuous claim on Wela and when Wela is working he can use it to show Khem that he’s thinking of him so no need to get jealous. Its beautiful and brilliant. 

My man don’t do drugs in the bathroom. This isn’t the club for that.

Of course the cops showed up. Good for Khem knowing someone hired that man to do drugs. 

Honestly are the cops not bored?

I know what pink milk is. But what is red soda?

Is Ken gonna rat them out? Trying to make Seiji number 1? Got bad news about who Khem is and how his mom already knows. But I still see how that could be an issue. 

I mean, Seiji makes a good point. These issues did start when Khem started. It’s not his fault and it’s obvious who it is but he has no way to know that. 

Ken’s a bitch. I actually don’t like him. There was no reason for him to do that.

Yeah somehow I knew Seiji wouldn’t like that.

Get him Seiji. Get im.

I am so surprised that that woman showed up with the cops. Shocked I tell ya. Picking my jaw up off the floor. 

Time to watch episode 6 I guess. I don’t really care about this plotline but I’ll watch it anyway. But only after this commercial break (I caved and subscribed to dropout so i can watch game changer so that is what i will be doing for a minute between these episodes)

[reddragon-cowboy]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog. Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

ft: muses from this blog

Favorite Muse: I don't even know anymore. I love both Spike and Niah. I can't just pick one.

Most Character Development: I have to go with Spike. Spike in verse two is all about his development as a character while he progresses forward with his life.

Trash Muse: Obviously Spike.

The Meme-Lord: Niah cause once she's comfortable with you, she just uses memes and pictures to describe how she's feeling on a comical level.

Most Likely to Start a War: Spike with his nun chucks and guns and rage so yeah.

Worst Personality: Well, I wouldn't say Spike has a 'bad' personality, but he got issues.

Best Singer: Niah 100%. She sings to herself a lot and when home alone. Sometimes throughout the week, she'll have music playing on the radio, phone, or from her record player, so there's much time she'd given to improve her vocal capabilities.

Most Attractive Muse: THEY BOTH ARE ? ( I love you Spike but it's Niah)

Biggest Heart: Niah got it. Too bad she'll let someone in and just get hurt, but somehow, she still manages get back on her feet after a while.

Falls in Love Quickest: This is difficult. They both have the potential to fall in love quickly, yet they developed the habit of suppressing their feelings for a good while before they eventually start to crumble under the pressure. But in this case, I'd give it to Niah because she feels a lot of emotion for certain things and people she cares about, so she may be the quickest to fall for someone than Spike.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Spike. . .

Ice Ruler: I guess Spike. . .

The Edgelord: Spike acting stoic and apathetic ( in reality his emotions get to him easily for things that actually matter to him)

Most Tragic Backstory: Spike hands down, although we barely have an actual glimpse into his actual childhood. But what we do know from his red dragon association is how he fell for this girl and tried to run away with her but she didn't arrive and then cue: the real folk blues. . .

Best Case of Puberty: We don't see Spike's childhood to know, but I'mma go with him anyway for now.

Most Awkward: Ah man, Niah had it a bit rough when she was younger, and even now it kinda surfaces depending on her circumstances. But it doesn't help that she suffers from anxiety as well.

Busy Bee: Honestly, they both are, just busy tending to different things. Although, I'd have to say Niah is busier than Spike is since she's usually busy with either her hobbies or work.

Most Clueless: Niah can be. . .

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Spike lol

Best Dressed: Both ( it's Niah. She got a bigger wardrobe and different styles).

Biggest Flirt: Spike is smooth in the flirtation department.

Most Dramatic: Spike. He can be a real complainer and exaggerate things out of proportion.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Niah tries to be punctual while Spike is moreso lax.

One with Weirdest Habit: Probably Spike. I can't think of anything at the top of my head, but we all know it's Spike.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Niah has an exercise routine she endeavors to commit to about 3-4 days in a week. Usually she workout at home, but she also will join a gym membership if one suits her interest enough.

tagged by: @gumpistol

tagging: @perceptualephemera @junksatellites @straye @alaikhadal @erthlyheavn @xissp and fellow people with multiple active muses

[your-sweet-cookies]

(for Jun) I step into the floral shop, the soothing atmosphere bringing a nice change from all of the business outside.

The tension continues to leave my shoulders as the sight of all the beautiful blossoms greet my eyes. Thus, I begin my tiny quest in finding the roses. I very carefully avoid the lily section due to my allergy. I smile at the sight of the daffodils and irises, being reminded of my grandparents.

The song changes on the radio to one of my favorites. I'm about to start singing the melody, but I hear someone else already doing so. So my instinct kicks in and I begin singing the harmony instead. My vocal range is a first Alto, but my singing and speaking voice sounds a bit higher pitched. I truly love singing - but I keep my voice soft and hope I don't annoy them.

Without luck in finding the roses, I decide to find the source of the other lovely voice. I stop singing in hopes of hearing their voice more clearly. My eyebrows furrow in confusion when I can't tell which direction they are. “Hello? May I ask for help please?" I say hopefully.

~🌹 (she/her)

Jun was doing his usual chores in the back, unpacking the new stocks of gardening supplies and sorting the pots with flowers into the categories they belonged to. It was a beautiful and nice day and so, he was in what was obviously a good and cheerful mood. He loved his job and it made him happy to see all the beautiful flowers thriving and the smiles on his customers' faces whenever they left the shop with a beautiful bouquet or a new house plant to add to their house.

The young man was in fact so absorbed by his work, that he hadn't even noticed the ringing of the front doorbell, indicating the arrival of a new customer. He would usually get up and hurry to the front desk to provide his help and assess the customer's potential needs and questions. But this was one of the rare occasions he was lost in thought. The song on the radio just ended and the next one coming right up happened to be one of his top favorites, so almost automatically, Jun began humming to the melody.

Only then, did Jun realize he wasn't alone in the store anymore, as the notes of the suave voice of the newcomer reached his ears, making them perk up as Jun turned around to the direction it was coming from. 'Oh crap...' He thought to himself and hurried back to the front, hoping his lack of attention hadn't caused the client to grow impatient and annoyed. And as he came to the front desk, Jun saw the young woman singing to his favorite song, her presence amongst the many vases and pots of colorful flowers giving her a magical air.

"Hello there!" Jun almost felt bad for interrupting her, but he'd figured it would've been rude and maybe strange to just stare at her in silence. "Have you been waiting for long? Sorry for not being here sooner... I was sorting some stuff in the back and I simply got lost in my own little world." Jun chuckled, a slight hint of embarrassment in his voice. "So, anything that I can help you with, or should I just let you look around? If you need me, just call and I'll be there."

[taehyungfirst]

HII AGAIN i did watch rainy days! (istg it's so annoying that it's only at 11M rn wtf army?? i thought it would be more popular than love me again because even i found out abt the mv's early like 5 minutes after it was released... and like armys in different timezones might've received teh news later or smth idk idk i think they should've promoted more tbh and announced the news a little while before the release date so armys could've been more prepared.) as to how it's doing on the charts... idk man. it's just a lil depressing at the moment. i feel like we as a fandom, like considering how big and coordinated we are, could've contributed more. and the fact that they released it on yt first was.. idk. you can't use playlists on yt for the first 24h i think? and streaming is kinda frustrating because you have to be online and keep watching other videos in between and other stuff so it doesn't get counted as bot behavior. and i feel like some army aren't really interested anymore in non-ot7 content? ANYWAY. the MVs were sooo different to me in a such a good way i loved it. love me again with the warm golden tones and rainy days with the cool, moody palette (someone said that it's in blues and yellows and greys because those are the colors that dogs see, and that the mv is kinda shown through the eyes of yeontan, watching tae!). also, love me again has tae performing, and it's all so pretty that you don't even mind that there's nothing, idk, like cinematic? going on. i mean, that he's only standing and singing (my fav part so far is the pre-chorus, starting w "Fine, I will be honest with you"). cause the vocals, visuals, setting, vibe, outfit, etc everything just goes together so pleasingly and you can just focus on that and let loose. it's lovely on the eyes.

and then there's rainy days. to me, it's something that i can watch again and again for the details. it's visually attractive to me-- i love rain, i love 'gloomy' weather. the set has got an idk a kinda futuristic or sci-fi vibe to it, i like how unique it looks. and then you have tae just moving around, yearning, making some art (vante!!!) and just being very boyfie in general (that moment where he's lying in bed and smiling? asdhshfdjfhjkflhdsjf). at first, i liked love me again way more than rainy days but now it's really sneaked up on me and taken me by surprise lol. i went out today and i was craving it (i didn't have it downloaded so i had to wait to go home and listen to ;-;). so. i have a lot to say ofc ofc but it's getting kinda late so i should probably go to bed lol. -prev anon ⭐(https://www.tumblr.com/taehyungfirst/725456734868684800/i-freaked-out-bby-istg-it-was-so-good-like-the-mv?source=share)

hello ⭐️!

i think rainy days got low views because people are focusing on lma more, but i do agree with you i also thought that rainy days wouldve done better but even the streams for lma are higher 😭 i mean lma is a MASTERPIECE so i get it

regarding streams, the lack of teasers and build-up and the fact that it was a surprise drop really influenced everything, we’re doing our best but usa armys are not even trying rn like my tl is full of people asking for BUYERS because we have funds but not buyers and that’s crazy also it fell off us spotify yesterday yeah just kind of a mess… i hope they will be more prepared for september 8 and read guidelines, they’re lucky because they can use pandora too which is good for streams bc it got low filtering rates and it counts towards charts too

the mvs were so perfect anon 😭😭 i genuinely loved them both and the amount of details and interpretations of people (like saying that taehyung is dressed in flashy gold and red because he wants to be seen by his lover again… just beautiful) are so fun to spot and read! i’m so happy taehyung chose to create a visual album because it’s the perfect choice for him and for his art… can’t wait for the other mvs

also!! i actually thought i preferred rainy days more but then at random times i find myself singing “lost without you baaaby”… i can’t choose i fear

[readyandnot]

let’s do this :)) thanks for the tag @morgansplace ily so much <333

OKAY-

Freelancer & Huxley- Like Real People Do by Hozier: THIS SONG IS SO GOOD and i saw someone use this for a fic and everytime i think of fl and huxley i think of this song, especially when they go to their spot together, i love them in any relationship, platonic or romantic <333 “Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips” “We could just kiss like real people do”

D.A.M.N. Polycule- You Right by Doja Cat and The Weeknd: I IMAGINE THIS SONG IS LIKE RIGHT BEFORE THEY ALL GET TOGETHER- like in a club or something AND COME ON THE LYRICS- “I got a man but I want you”, “I can’t stop and look the other way” “Don’t believe in fairy tales, but we got our fantasies” JUST UGGGGGH

Lovely (& Surge Listener)- Ceilings by Lizzie Mcalpine: YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS ISN’T LOVELYS SONG, (especially if you have the hc that they were reincarnated after surge) “It feels like the start/end of a movie I’ve seen before” “But it’s not real and you don’t exist” “Lovely to just lay here with you,”. no further explanation.

Sam & Alexis- Reckless Driving by Lizzie Mcalpine: IMAGINE THE VOCALS ARE REVERSED, so that sam is singing lizzie’s part and ITS PERFECT; “Cause I don’t love you like that I’m a careful driver” “And then it’s over in a second, crashed the car into the tree” “Do you love me like that? Would you hold me when we crash or would you let me go?” again, no further explanation.

Sam & Darlin’: Darlin’ I’d Wait For You by Delaney Bailey: no explanation needed. “I’d give you the sun if you’d ask me to,” “You could have mine.”

Darlin’- Kill Bill by SZA: do i need to say anything??? “I might kill my ex, not the best idea, his new girlfriend’s next, how’d I get here?” “I still love him though,”

Freelancer & Gavin- Older by 5SOS: this is so sad but i love it :(( just the fact that unless freelancer is turned into a vamp, they will die before gavin. “I don’t wanna get older, without your head on my shoulder.” “On the day that you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding love”

Angel & Davey- If I Could Fly by One Direction: THIS IS THEIR SLOW DANCE SONG NO QUESTION. “For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart, for when you’re lonely and forget who you are” “I’m missing half of me when we’re apart” COME ON ITS THEM <333

i’ll do more if i feel like it or if morgan wants to make this a series lol

i’ll tag @clover-46 @mar-the-magician @milos-boytoy @romeo-the-homeo and @sri-rachaa !!!

HOLY SHIT I WAS TAGGED BY @konnorhasapen AND IM SO HAPPY I WANTED TO DO THIS GAME SO BAD

Songs that remind me of certain redacted couples! (Rant under the cut!!)

Freelancer/Lasko 1. Talk Too Much by COIN Do i have to explain? i mean, the song literally talks about their dynamic as a couple??? 2. First Sight by Adiescar Chase I cant really explain? it´s only because Lasko said he had a crush on them for as long as he´d known them. 3. Glue Song by Beabadoobee The cutest song for the cutest couple!!! This song is sweet and so beautiful, i can only think about Lasko´s crush on Freelancer, and how he felt before confessing, and being in disbelief after they reciprocated that crush, too!!

David/Angel 1. Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson shut up it´s not only because my angel is french, i swear 2. Angel Baby by Troye Sivan I´m not gonna lie, i didn´t associate them with this song too much until i realized the pronouns used for the person he´s talking about were he/him pronouns. Until then, i always thought the song was cute, but personally, it wasn´t the vibe i had for them in mind. now, after months listening to it, i fucking adore it, and i cançt agree more about the fact that it´s THEIR song.

Gavin/Freelancer 1. die first by Nessa Barrett I always think about the fact that Gavin will outlive Freelancer, and thanks to that thought, i feel like this song somehow explains how Freelancer feels about it, even though they never say it. 2. sex by EDEN im inviting people to listen to this song because its amazing and personally, i associate this one with gavin the most, especially about how he felt for freelancer once he realized he had feelings for them.

Sam/Darlin´ - j´s lullaby (darlin´ i´d wait for you) - Delaney Bailey i dont have to explain this one. this is their song.

Asher/Babe - Stupid for You by Waterparks I found this song in a spotify asher playlist and i fell in love with it. it´s so ashercore!!!

D.A.M.N Polycule - Nobody Loves You by Similar Kind This is probably the sweetest song i´ve ever heard and i can only think about the polycule with it. For me, their love is as pure as this song and i love it <3

Vincent/Lovely - Overdrive by Conan Gray This song talks about catching feelings too fast and going all the way in in a relationship, and i think it fits them a lot.

Asher/David (Imperium) - Sparks by Coldplay "And i know, I was wrong But i won´t let you down"

Vincent/Stranger - You´re Haunting Me by Blackbriar This song gives me the chills in the best way, specially if we take in consideration the hc about Lovely being the surge stranger´s reincarnation. i guess this also counts as Vincent/Lovely???

I´m gonna end this here and tag @readyandnot, @sealriously-sealrious, @friendlyfaded, @epsi-l0n, @thesunandmoons-blog and @milophiliac !!! feel free to say i tagged you if you want to participate as well <3

[ikeromantic]

Sing

This is a commission piece the requestor has given me permission to post. Theo overhears MC singing to herself for the first time. Approx 1300 words.

Theo glanced up at the mansion entrance. It was empty this afternoon, a rare occurrence. Even more so for the younger Van Gogh brother. He was usually out before anyone else left and returned late. But today, he’d finished work early and now he had the place to himself. 

The strangeness of being in such a large space alone washed over him as he went inside. All of the usual sounds of life were absent. No music from Mozart’s piano room, no muttered curses from Leo in the library. Just his own breath and the sound of his footsteps as he made his way through the halls. 

He set his things down in his room and headed to the bath. Hot water would soothe the aching scar on his back and settle his nerves. Plus, it wasn’t often he could enjoy a soak without interruption. Theo stripped and rinsed off in the tepidarium, scrubbing off the grime of Paris. His mind wandered as the warm water ran down his skin. 

Theo was fully absorbed in himself when he heard the first muffled notes of a voice raised in song. He cocked his head, feeling a sense of surreality. Where was it coming from? 

This voice was low and sweet and almost familiar. A woman’s voice. The wistful melancholy of the tune sent a shiver up his spine, reminding him of every ghost story he knew. But Theo wasn’t a man easily dissuaded. He would find this mystery songbird. He slipped on his robe and padded silently toward the door to the bath. 

The door opened on well-oiled hinges, as quiet as a whisper. Theo crept in, hidden in the clouds of billowing steam. He could make out a figure in the water, back to him. Her hair was piled atop her head, though strands hung loose now. She sang with the full-throated confidence of someone that believed there was no audience, head thrown back, open mouth, eyes shut tight. 

“Oh you loved  me cause I’m fragile,” her breathy voice echoed in the misty chamber. “When I thought that I was strong . . .” 

Theo froze where he stood, his mouth opening in soundless surprise. The songstress was none other than his beloved. A woman who never sang, not for celebrations or parties. Not even when she drank. She would always blush and duck her head if asked to join in. “I’m not any good,” she would say. Or, “I don’t want to ruin it with my voice.” 

Yet here she was, and her voice was lovely. “Hondje?”

She turned fast, the water around her splashing wildly. The song stopped with an abrupt squeak. “Th-theo! When,” she cleared her throat, “when did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago.” He took a few steps closer, studying her. She was flushed from heat already, but he could tell she was embarrassed anyway. From the set of her shoulders to the tightness in her jaw. 

“So . . . you . . .”

“Heard you. Yeah.” He sat down at the edge of the pool. “You said you didn’t like to sing.”

She nodded. “Not in front of people.”

“Why not?” 

She shrugged. “I think that’s pretty obvious. Anyway. Did you get home early? I thought you’d be meeting with clients until dinner?”

Theo chuckled. “You can’t change the subject like that. Too abrupt.” He reached forward and tugged lightly at a loose strand of hair. “Now, tell me. Why is today the first time I get to hear your voice, mijn liefje?”

“Look . . . I’m not very good, ok? I know it. I don’t need other people to remind me all the time. Got enough of that already.” She crossed her arms. “Please don’t tease me about it.”

He felt surprised that she would assume his reaction - and so badly. His thoughts must have shown in his expression because when she looked back at him, she took a long breath.

“You know how Vincent is so good at painting?”

Theo nodded.

“Ok. So my family is like that with singing. My mom did opera for years. My dad is in a quartet. My brother does vocal work for films and my sister is going to be a pop star. She’s already working on her first album - or she was when I left.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What does this have to do with you, hondje?” 

She sagged into the water until her chin was almost submerged. “It doesn’t matter. Can we just please talk about something else?”

“No.” 

“Pffft.” She gave a dry laugh. “I’m not that good. I mean, you heard me right? I sound flat. Uninspired. Off key, half the time. It’s just embarrassing.” 

Theo saw a flicker of past hurt in her eyes and heard the self defeat in her tone. He had a feeling these were words said to her again and again. Words she ingrained on her heart and then built walls out of them. It reminded him of his own struggles with art. A love and enthusiasm that led to ridicule and locking away a part of himself that brought joy. 

He leaned down and took her hands in his, trying to find the right words. He wasn’t a verbose man, not smooth in the way le Comte could be nor charismatic as Napoleon. “Who cares?” Theo asked her, catching and holding her gaze. “If you enjoy it, do it.”

“I do,” she argued. “Just when I’m alone. So no one has to suffer.” 

“No one is going to suffer hearing your voice.” He cocked his head. “I like it. I want to hear you.”

“Theo -” She cast around for another reason not to do this thing she so clearly enjoyed. 

“Hondje.” He pulled her close and let go with one hand to take her chin in his fingers. “Do you like singing?”

She nodded.

“Then sing. Whenever you like. However you want.” He kissed her forehead and let her fold herself against his chest. 

Her body was tense against him, still holding back. These kinds of little hurts ran deep, he thought. The thousand cuts that bled a heart dry. But he couldn’t think of anything else to say. 

Theo took a breath, feeling almost silly. “Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères,” he began. “Aiment également dans leur mûre saison . . .”** His notes were off and he wasn’t quite sure he had the words right but it was the first song that came to mind. 

She pulled back to look at him, a smile hiding in the corners of her lips. When he went on and sang the whole first verse, she couldn’t hide that smile any longer. “What is that?” 

“Eh, a song Fons is working on. Someone I knew in Amsterdam.” Theo grinned. “Now tell me about the song you were singing.” He listened to her as he stripped out of his robe and slipped into the hot water. The heat felt almost as good as seeing her smile. Both left him relaxed. Happy. Two things he never thought he would be in his life. 

In a burst of affection, he pulled her into his arms, startling her mid-sentence. “Was I talking too much,” she asked.

“No. I just love you.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then again on the lips. And on the edge of her jaw. The side of her neck. Sometimes, he felt he could just keep kissing her and it would never be enough. 

She laughed when he found one of her ticklish spots. “Hey! I thought you wanted me to tell you about the songs I like!” 

“I do,” he replied, lips brushing the skin of her shoulder now.

“Well I can’t think while you do that!”

“Mmm. Then maybe you can sing . . .”

**Lyric translation: Fervent lovers and austere scholars Love equally in their ripe season

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

I no longer do taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

[sempiternox]

Random RE 8 Villain Headcanons

Lady Dimitrescu

is secretly a hardcore Brawlhalla player and Volkov/Diana main

if you’re anything less than upper class, she’ll treat you like dirt. However, if you know music theory and praise her for the vocal techniques she used in the songs she sung during her jazz singer days, she’ll be... slightly more inclined to converse with you

despite her anger issues, she would never hit her daughters

spent so much time abroad in the US touring with the Pallboys that she had a thick American accent when speaking her native Romanian for a few days after returning to Romania

in her mutated form, it takes her a lot of willpower to stay sane and not destroy and kill everything in her path (including her castle)

Bela

HATES it when people pronounce her name as “Bella”. It’s “BAY-lah”, you fuckn*ggets, not “BELL-ah”.

it takes a lot for her to lose her temper, but when she does snap, it’s not pretty.

often has migraine-like headaches due to her Cadou

can play bass guitar

she’s a bass.

Cassandra

lowkey into Bloodborne

is a master at mimicking animal sounds. Her favorite animals to mimic are wolves and owls

usually hunts animals like deer and rabbits, but will also kill wanderers who get lost in the woods when she’s bored

when hunting wanderers, she pretends to be a real vampire just to toy with them further.

enjoys jumpscaring Daniela

Daniela

gets scared very easily

sweet tooth™

the clumsiest of the Dimitrescu sisters

great drummer, but if you see her holding a banjo in her hands, COVER YOUR EARS AND RUN.

has a twisted view of love, believing she is so beautiful every man would fall for her ( ≈ love at first sight trope), and gets disappointed and angry when a man comes across Castle Dimitrescu and acts nothing like in Daniela’s romance novels. She usually ends up killing them in frustration and insists that they enjoyed “spending time with her” afterwards.

Donna

names every single doll she makes

keeps quiet when around people she doesn’t know or is uncomfortable with, but once she warms up to you, she WON’T. STOP. TALKING.

is great at doing voices

dabbles in all sorts of creative hobbies like filmmaking, drawing, writing, sculpting, photography etc.

enjoys watching horror movies

Angie

getting along with her is actually very simple: If you’re nice to Donna, Angie is nice to you. If you’re mean to Donna, well... good luck not dying.

always tries to cheer Donna up and make her happy

“Object permanence? Is that something you can eat?”

loves snow, especially when it’s nice and crunchy

bit Lady D in the ankle once because she insulted Donna

Moreau

actually kept most of his intelligence, but the Cadou messed up the parts of his brain that are linked to speech which caused him to lose quite a bit of his vocabulary. He always knows what he wants to say but has trouble making himself understood at times because of his childlike and slurred speech.

because of his condition, he uses medication and painkillers which, sadly, don’t always ease his pain

lost his mother (who happened to look similar to Miranda) as a child which is why he is so loyal to Miranda

wasn’t on good terms with his father

enjoys swimming in his mutated form

Heisenberg

taught himself English by watching old Hollywood movies

regularly buys conduits, metal components etc. from the Duke for his experiments

has an old laptop he stole from someone who got lost in the village

cat person. No, really. He likes cats because of their independence and IDGAF attitude.

has trouble relating to others but genuinely cares about Donna and Moreau

Miranda

is at least trilingual

likes listening to stoner metal and DSBM when no one is around

loves scaring people in her mutated form

doesn’t need to sleep due to her prolonged exposure to the mutamycete but still drinks gallons of coffee when conducting her experiments

has a hauntingly beautiful singing voice