#*tiktok song* oh no. oh no. oh no no no no no

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes — 29. sweet dreams (half-written)

your roommate yujin is back home during winter break, so when you return to your shared dorm it's just you and silence. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you set your things down before heading to the bathroom to unwind and change into something comfier.

before you do so, you make sure to send a text to hanni, keeping a mental note to check your notifications after.

(as if you don't already wait eagerly for her texts.)

when you're done, you're met with a lovely notification from hanni that says 'i can call when you can :)' and smile at the screen.

almost without thinking, you quickly check how you look in the mirror. your hair is still a little damp, which stains the gray t-shirt you have on just a bit. you run a hand through your hair before sitting on your bed comfortably. you press the 'facetime' icon, though not without hesitating a bit.

the ringtone echoes through your room as you lean back against your bedframe, with your blanket covering you perfectly. you decide to grab the guitar sitting beside your bed while you wait, setting it beside you on the mattress. you did have some ideas for a song earlier.

you glance at the screen, waiting for hanni to pick up. the anticipation makes you all giddy.

when the call finally connects, the first thing you see is her forehead filling up half of the screen.

you chuckle. "...hello?"

"oh, hang on," she mutters, adjusting the camera until her whole face comes into view. she's in a t-shirt as well, her hair slightly tousled before, and she offers a sheepish grin. "hi."

"hey," you reply, smiling at the screen. "nice view of your forehead earlier, by the way."

she rolls her eyes but smiles anyway, settling into her bed. "i was getting comfortable, okay? not everyone can be ready for a close-up 24/7."

"you're an idol, though," you tease, setting your phone down and grabbing your guitar. "isn't that like, in the job description?"

"funny." she says flatly, though there's a hint of amusement in her tone.

she watches you strum lazily, only the neck of your guitar, your fingers, and your face in view as the sound fills the call. you pluck at the strings idly, creating random chords and humming softly to a tune that you made up earlier in the day.

the conversation drifts easily—catching up about your week, her recounting an interview she did earlier in the day, and how they recorded a 'jeans zine.'

"it's always a bit hectic," she admits, tucking her knees up to her chest. "but fun. i think this one's going to be really cute, it's a special for new years."

"i'll make sure to watch it. i watched your christmas one not too long ago, very cute." you say absentmindedly, still experimenting with a melody. "and your interview?"

"oh, the usual. promotions with 'ditto' and 'omg,' inspirations, what we've been up to. sometimes it's weird to me, like, talking about my life like it's newsworthy."

"it is," you tease lightly. "you're an idol, remember? and just you as a person, you're really interesting."

"right," she laughs softly. "anyway, how was your week?"

"ah, i just spent most of it with a friend from home. but it's been hectic too." you reply, "with yunjin's song out, me being on the credits, and her like—soft launching me? i've gotten a lot of attention and more support. it's really cool, but there's so much going on, especially on twitter, tiktok, and instagram."

"that's funny. i'm glad you're getting recognition, you deserve it."

"aw, thank you hanni."

there's a lull, but it's comfortable. hanni watches you as you hum a tune under your breath, occasionally pausing to scribble something in a notebook beside you.

"do you always multitask like this?" she asks, resting her cheek on her knee.

"too often," you admit, glancing at her through the screen. "am i boring you? maybe you should sleep, i don't want to keep you up like this."

"no, no. it's fine, i don't mind at all." she says quickly, almost too quickly, and you swear you catch the faintest blush creeping up her cheeks. it could also be the light, though. "it's... relaxing, actually. i really like this."

you don't respond, instead, you opt for a simple grin. you keep playing, trying to focus on the chords and not the way her gaze lingers on you.

"hey... y/n?" hanni says after a while, earning your attention.

"yeah?"

"we're still on for wednesday, right?"

"of course."

"right, just making sure." hanni mutters, shifting herself so she can lay down on the bed comfortably. there's a small, content grin resting on her lips.

conversation slows, her responses become softer, and you've found a little scrap of a song throughout the call. there's a stretch of silence when you run the song back, humming a melody and singing whatever lyrics come to your mind.

you glance back at your phone minutes later to see that hanni's out. her eyes are closed and her head rests against her arm.

"hanni?" you whisper, but there's no response. she's asleep, her soft breaths barely heard through the phone. you try again once more, whispering another, "hanni?" but she doesn't stir.

you smile to yourself. "goodnight hanni," you say softly, letting her sleep as you continue to strum quietly, filling the silence with your voice.

it's odd, you think. you've known hanni for a short amount of time, yet even after a few hours during the late hours at night and a few texts—something about your friendship seems right.

hanni being an addition to your life seems perfect.

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[whatdoidosatoru]

meddle about

sebastian/fem!farmer | ao3 you can't stare at him while he's on stage without expecting him to offer to take you back to his house and meddle about, right?

wc: 4224 cw: smut, cunnìlingus, unprotected sex, mean sebastian, bratty reader, creampìe inspired by: pajamakidz on tiktok | 18+ | minors do not interact |

the music was vibrating in my chest.

i repeatedly cursed myself for forgetting the damn earplugs, but they had said it would just be a little, quickly put-together gig. sam was so sweet, inviting me in person instead of relying on the posters he had put up around pelican town, making sure i knew when to get to the bus stop. 

“make sure you're there by 4,” he had said with an excited smile on his face, “or we'll leave without you.”

now, several hours after we'd all bumped along the long stretch of road to zuzu city (all of us apart from sebastian, who apparently insisted on taking his motorcycle), i stood in a crowd bigger than i’d expected, shoulders bare as i tied my shirt around my waist.

it got stuffier as the evening went on, band after band filled the stage with their energy and music, the goblin destroyer already having finished their set. sam found me in the crowd, already pumped with adrenaline after strumming the guitar and singing their first ever set. 

he excitedly shouted into my ear, something about the band currently playing on the stage, gesturing wildly with his hands, but i couldn’t follow. not fully, anyway. sebastian stood next to him with a somewhat bored expression on his face, taking the finished cigarette and dropping it to the ground where he stepped on it with the heel of his shoe. 

“...do you want one?” sam poked my bare shoulder, expecting me to answer, but i hadn’t even heard the question. 

“what?” i shouted back, getting on my tiptoes to reach his ear.

“getting a beer, you want one?”

i shook my head, waving as he did a thumbs-up with both his hands before turning and starting towards the bar. sebastian stayed. i looked around to locate abigail, but she was excitedly talking to some people from the neighbouring village. i got on my tiptoes again, getting closer to sebastian so i didn’t have to shout too much.

“your set was really good.” i was so close i could smell his cologne mixed with sweat. his head dipped lower, reaching my shoulder with his warm breath as he spoke.

“thanks, hope it wasn’t our last.”

just as i was about to chuckle and respond saying it was just the beginning, that the goblin destroyer were just beginning their ride to glory, i felt his hand snake around my waist. he held me, a little taken aback, but mostly just blushing with how forward it was for his usual self. different. kind of like the way he swayed me with him, kind of to the rhythm of the current song. 

“seb…” i didn’t say it loud enough for him to hear, too caught by surprise to be louder as my hips moved with his, slightly shifting so he stood behind me. his fingers were splayed over my hips and i swear i could feel the warmth of his hand even through my jeans.

sebastian’s chin rested against my temple and his other hand found its way to my other hip, now holding me against him a little firmer, with a little more confidence.

i cursed when the song ended, expecting him to release me, but his hands stayed put.

as the applause roared around us and the band on stage prepared to do another song, sebastian’s breath tickled my ear and i could hear him better.

“wanna come over later?”

“o-over?” i cursed at myself, realising what he had meant only after i’d already asked.

“yeah, to my place.”

my heart was beating through my throat, thumping relentlessly as i swallowed.“oh come on,” sebastian let out a chuckle against the side of my head, “did i imagine you eye-fucking me while i was on the stage?”

my heart sped up, i didn’t think i’d been that obvious, though i could hardly remember anything from their set that wasn’t the way sebastian had flicked his hair out of the way, the shape of his focused brows…

and the movement of his hands on the keyboard, the slender, deft digits caressing the keys with skill and passion–

“well?” his hands tightened on my hips, pulling me against him a liiittle tighter, it was almost embarrassing how much i enjoyed feeling him harden against my ass.

“when later?” my breath caught in my throat and i felt his chest move as he laughed.

“impatient?”

“let’s go now” i turned around, spinning out of his hold and facing him, my blushing face be damned.

i must have caught him off guard, being so eager, but damn it he was right. i had been staring at him the entire night. the entire season, actually. ever since i had first spoken to him.

without another word he pulled me towards the exit, where he’d parked the motorbike. before i’d thought it was a little pretentious of him to forgo taking the bus with the rest of us, but now i was grateful for it. i just hoped sam wouldn’t freak out when he discovered us gone…

the ride was quick and refreshing, after the stupid heat at the venue i welcomed the whipping wind with a grin on my face. i could hardly control my movements as sebastian parked and brought the bike into his garage, fumbling with the keys as he let us in. soon enough we were dashing down the stairs to his bedroom.

i wasn’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, having visited quite a few times now. I’d brought him random minerals i had found at the mines, i’d come over to play solarion chronicles, or just to hang out on the couch and read his comics while he worked. but now i saw it in a different light, or lack thereof.

in full, promising darkness, i could hardly make out the shape of his bed when he spun me around and pressed me against the door. his lips parted mine and i let him press me between the hardwood door and his warm body, the heat pulsing between us was made nearly unbearable.

so it was no surprise that sebastian reached down to the hem of my top, quickly sliding it up and off my body over my raised arms, barely breaking that searing kiss.

i’d have been perfectly happy staying against the door, had he not spun me around and dragged me to the bed. as i sat down on the edge, searching for a safe path blindly, he reached to the side and turned on the bedside lamp. it cast a gentle glow onto both our faces, helping me in the mission of getting him out of that hoodie. now topless, he crawled over me and i lay on my back on top of the slightly crumpled sheets. 

the pillow my head rested on smelled of him and i briefly imagined what it would be like waking up on that same pillow to the sight of his sleeping face. the face whose gaze was currently hungrily devouring my entire form, wondering where he was going to start unwrapping what was left of my clothes.

suddenly, those same deft fingers i had watched dance along the keys on stage were on my jeans, unbuttoning them and untying the flannel shirt that was tied around my waist. lifting my hips, i helped out by shimmying out of the offending clothes before i undid his jeans, tugging on them so he would hurry up.

i didn’t want to wait anymore, but his pace was teasing. it was building tension so high i could hardly fit more of it into my throat before having to let out an impatient huff. he caught the sound of it and smirked, yoba it was a sinful curve that made me tug on his jeans harder.

sebastian’s hand knocked my fingers off his jeans paired with a click of his tongue. he was dead set on doing it himself, torturing me with his slow movements. finally, he was left only in his boxers, having slid off his jeans along with his shoes and mine. there was a little wet patch on his boxers, right where his leaking tip pressed against them, achingly hard, constricted, and begging for air. 

he caught me looking down his chest, stomach, that little patch of dark hair trailing underneath the waistband of his boxers, and finally settling my gaze on the perfect outline of his cock. i smirked ever so slightly, entertained by the show of neediness in his boxers. sebastian only scoffed, grabbing my knee and moving it to the side to spread my legs wider.

“you’re no better, you know?” he teased, lowering his head to ghost his lips over mine while the hand not holding my leg trailed up my inner thigh, settling on the wet patch of my own. right on the sweet little panties i had innocently picked out after stepping out of the shower today, ready to go see my friends’ first ever gig.

poor past me had no idea those same panties would be rubbed in this way hours later, that they’d be pushed between my already wet folds by sebastian’s slender finger as he got them wetter, gliding up and down to collect my slick on them.

the way sebastian trailed that finger up and down my wet slit made for gently stimulation, coaxing slow, drawn out moans from my lips only to be caught in his mouth as he brought them down to kiss me again. he swallowed every single needy sound, fueling them more and more as he pressed a little firmer against my clothed clit.

i reached up into his hair, tangling my fingers into those strands that he had always flicked away from his eyes, always fussed with despite the fact that they were obviously covering his face on purpose. 

his hand tightened its grip on my leg when i tugged on his hair, his breath vibrated in my mouth. this is it, i thought, this is how i break you.

almost as if he sensed my feeling of victory over his composure, he pulled away from the kiss and stopped rubbing my pussy to wipe the string of saliva that connected our lips. his self-control didn’t last long, for he immediately continued kissing, only not my lips, leaving them to let out small gasps and huffs of pleasure while i was still holding onto his hair and making myself believe i was guiding him at all.

sebastian’s lips grazed my skin as he trailed them down to my breasts, slowly taking my bra off by sliding his hands under my back to unbuckle it surprisingly skillfully. one nipple soon found its way into his mouth, being warmed by his breath and toyed with his tongue, while the other was under gentle care of his thumb and index finger. 

the way he played my body like his damn instrument had me lifting my hips up, searching for any kind of friction, anything to help me relieve some of the pressure building in my abdomen. it was thrumming, loud and violent in my body, but he took his damn time. this is it, i thought, this is how you break me.

it seemed to amuse him greatly, my blatant want and inability to get satisfied quickly. he let out deep chuckles against my nipple, popping it out of his lips with a wet sound before he could continue down my body over the tingling skin, leaving fiery patches as he kissed and bit my flesh.

both his hands were finally on my body, holding my hips down and preventing me from bucking them upwards, though not for lack of trying. i struggled against his grip, desperate for more while he seemingly found immense enjoyment in watching me unravel on his bed.

i kept tugging on his hair, kept making him gasp against my warming skin while he made his way to where he would inevitably stop just to piss me off. those eyes lifted and stared right into my soul, looked at my pitiful expression, lips parted, eyes glossy, skin so flushed. leaving one last kiss right under my navel, he had some mercy on me.

his lips parted and pressed against my clothed pussy, his tongue ran up and down my already wet garment, slicking it with his saliva more, sucking against it and humming to vibrate my needy skin. still, he wouldn’t let me lift my hips, still he held me down against the bed, prolonging my efforts at grinding my cunt on his face.

“s-so meaaaan” i whined out, tugging on his hair to try and pull him closer against me, curling my toes in frustration.

“you haven’t seen mean yet,” he vibrated the air between his wet lips and my unfortunately clothed pussy, “i can be worse.”

the smirk he wore got me groaning in frustration, but it clearly wouldn’t help me get what i wanted. he wanted to play dirty, to have me on edge until i pleaded for him, to reduce me to a puddle that he could lap up with that warm tongue.

“but you’re right, it’s not fair.” sebastian’s fingers hooked under my panties and he slid them down. i was so damn relieved that my breathing got faster, i moaned at the very feeling of air on my wet folds that he dove right into.

parting them with his tongue, he pressed it flat against my clit, gently licking up and down and releasing my hips. as soon as his hands left my body i lifted myself off the bed, grinding up into his face, tugging his hair, whining, moaning, cursing. it was the sweet release that i’d been waiting for.

somehow, he let me use his mouth, he willingly went along with my movements, at the same time taking his boxers off. now he was matching the pace of my hips against his face with the movement of his own hips against the bed.

suddenly, just as my whimpers got louder, as my fingers pulled on his hair tighter, he closed his mouth around my pulsating clit and sucked harder. that simple action coaxed a pretty whine from my pouty lips as i came, thighs shaking around his head, pressing together dangerously as he let me squeeze his face with them. using his tongue, sebastian led me through the orgasm, lapping up all my juices carefully, making sure not to spill anything.

fuck, the wet noises of his mouth mixed with the moans from my mouth caused my head to spin. i could just lie there like that for the next few hours, had i not wanted to feel him inside of me. he was the same, for with another, almost gentle, kiss to my pussy he crawled over to kiss me on the mouth, slipping his tongue to glide against mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.

i pulled him closer, drinking in the mix of his saliva and my juices, pulling his entire body against mine and wrapping a leg around his waist, grinding up to feel his hardened cock grind against my sopping cunt.

“i’m feelin’ mean again” he whispered against my lips, breathing into them before once again kissing hungrily, “wasn’t done making you beg.”

in response i whined and pulled his body closer, desperately trying to grab onto him to not let him pull away and torture me again. sebastian chuckled, lifting his torso up despite the nails that i dragged down his back, and settled between my thighs once again. instead of keeping the distance from me, he spread my legs again, holding them apart as he got closer, resting his cock between my folds.

he started to move, grazing my clit with the underside of his shaft, making me lift my hips with every thrust, but in vain, as i got no friction from it. this time it wasn’t just my noises that filled the room.

despite his own initiative to keep the teasing up, to not actually give me any relief, he was moaning as well. he let out a little whimper, instantly scrunching his face in embarrassment, probably hoping i hadn’t heard it. oh, but i heard it.

and it spurred me on to lift my hips higher.

“fuck, this wasn’t supposed t–”

“wha– what, your little p-plan not working, hm?” i teased him, finally donning a smirk on my face as he looked like it was getting harder keeping himself from just fucking me like he meant it.

“brat” he huffed out, releasing one of my legs to lead his hard cock to my entrance, gently poking into it.

sebastian hissed as his tip entered me, drawing a higher pitched moan out of me. instantly, the bastard pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting.

“looks like i’ve got a few more tricks, huh?” he was way too happy with himself, teasing my dripping cunt by only putting his damn pretty tip in and taking it out, smearing it with my wetness, spreading it down to his shaft.

“you’re sooo–”

“say please.” he interrupted me. cutting off my attempt at insulting him.

i closed my mouth, furrowing my brow as he pressed his tip against me again.

“say please and i’ll stop pulling out.”

it was a no-brainer, but my proud mind could hardly just accept the defeat. i wanted to make him fold, but here i was, spread out, teased, desperate for him to stuff me full and fuck me like i’d never felt it before.

“h-huh?” playing dumb only made him roll his eyes and bring his hand down onto my clit, gently tapping it as if making sure i was aware of my naked state.

“don’t you huh me, say please,” he rubbed my clit so slowly it was almost painful, “or the tip is all you get.”

i gritted my teeth and took a deep breath before swallowing my defiance and in my best, sweetest voice pleaded with him.

“pleeease?”

“please what?” damn bastard wanted me to beg and grovel, his smirk kept growing, kept getting more annoying, yet so damn attractive.

“please, sebastian, fuck me… properly, ‘wanna feel you all inside me, wanna… wanna cum on your dick, please.”

my pouting must have worked, because he leaned down to kiss my pout before spreading my thighs again, looking down at the needy blushed cunt spread open before him, and pushed inside me again.

he groaned and it was the most magnificent sound i’d heard. his hips bucked ever so slightly against me, but he didn’t go much further inside. barely more than the blasted tip again. once i started whining, he brought his hand down on my clit again.

“i said i wouldn’t pull out, didn’t i? damn impatient brat.” he clicked his tongue, though under all that bravado he was still trying to keep it together, his eyes betrayed it. “keep those legs open for me.”

i obeyed him, keeping my thighs comfortably open so he could keep moving between them.

once he stopped breathing so deeply, his hips moved slightly forward, giving me a little more, but not quite what i wanted. before i could let out a whine, he let a drop of saliva roll off his tongue and land on my clit. it made me hiss, but he ignored me, instead rolling my pulsating clit under his thumb.

he played me like his damn keyboard, making me sing exactly how he wanted, whimpering under his touch while he kept his tip inside me.

gently, slowly, he slid in a little deeper, making me curse and in turn getting my clit played with a little harder. sebastian let out a slow hum, as if savouring the feeling of my cunt contracting around him, squeezing him in to keep his cock inside, sucking it in, needing it.

“so damn…” he shook his head, finally meeting my eyes as he held my hips with those elegant fingers, “tight, fuck how…” with another hum he slightly pulled away, but still keeping his tip inside, as he promised.

doesn’t mean i was happy with it. my hand sought out his, so i gripped his wrist, keeping myself grounded in the moment. after a few moments he slid deeper inside again. yoba, i felt every damn vein on him, i felt it drag inside me, teasing me with that gorgeous texture. my back arched into the air. the sight excited him so much he had to slide in deeper and give me more. more, once again.

the bastard then pulled back, waited until i gave him a dissatisfied whine, and then slid fully into me.

i threw my head back on his pillow, moaning out into the dimly lit room, trying to get used to having all of him inside me. sebastian’s head dipped down low, he held me in shaky hands for a few moments until he could get enough of a grip to start moving. it was something almost sacred, the way his cock hit all my sweet spots so well. his balls slapped against my ass with light taps until he decided to speed up, his teasing be damned.

“a-ah l-like tha-at” i held onto his wrist with one hand, tightening the grip, and onto the headboard above me with the other. i sure hoped it was sturdy enough, because he kept going faster, harder. thrusting into me with heavy grunts and an occasional whimper as my body arched, getting the angle just right, getting it to make stars dance behind my closed eyelids. his voice behind my eyes looked like bright fireworks, moaning, grunting, whispering fuuck, so pretty, so sweet, filling the air with lewd noises.

“yoba, ‘m not gonna… not gonna last that lon– oh fuck…” with a voice like he was on the edge of an orgasm already, sebastian slipped nonsense between those parted lips.

only fuelling my moans further, he grabbed me tightly, wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted my hips off the bed. oh, that was sending me into another dimension. he kept sliding in and out, so freely now as he let himself stop being so damn mean and stuffed me full, gliding in and out of my slippery cunt.

as sebastian’s thrusts lost their constant rhythm, the moans from his lips increased, now reducing him to a mess as he held me up, using me like his personal toy to ruin, using me to extinguish the fire in his abdomen and mine. i felt my thighs shake. the whines and curses from my mouth grew higher in pitch, so fucking needy for him, tightening around him, sucking him into myself.

“a-are you gonna…” i tried to enunciate, tried to speak in a normal tone, but it was pathetic.

“y-yeah i’m… are you?”

“m-mhmmmm”

feeling my lip quiver, i grabbed the sheets under me. sebastian lifted me a little higher, speeding up once again, building up a pace he could hold as he thrust inside me. but out of the blue, i cried out, gripping the sheets tightly to hold onto something solid as i tightened around him and came, shivering while he kept pumping in and out of me.

now he was cursing louder. whimpers came in between grunts, a few more rough thrusts before he groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he slowed down while emptying himself inside me. he rode out that high with his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving my body that was nearly limp in his hands, filling me up with his cum as it shot into me.

gently, sebastian lowered my hips back onto the bed, slowly pulling out of me. he looked at the spot where we had been connected just a minute ago, his release now slowly trickling out of it. the view must have been hypnotic, he kept looking for a few long minutes, catching his breath while my limp body lay there exhausted.

warmth was spreading into me again, from my core to my fingertips. i closed my eyes for a second. the second lasted longer than planned, since as i opened my eyes, sebastian was standing next to the bed with a wet cloth, reaching down to clean me up with gentle touches. i looked into his focused face, seeing none of that mean smirk he had worn before he let himself enjoy me. i guess in a way we broke each other.

i groaned as he moved my legs, feeling gummy under his touch. chuckling, he dropped the used cloth next to the bed and crawled carefully over me. his warm arm brought me closer, rolling me into his chest as he dragged the covers from under me and over both of us. my cheek gently rested against his chest as he turned the lamp off, once again sinking us into darkness. this time the dark felt softer, all tension from it seemed to have disappeared while his hand rubbed my back in slow circles.

“so…” i started, feeling a sly grin curling my lips, “round two?”

he snorted in laughter, coughing before sighing in disbelief.

“you’re outta your damn mind.” he paused before pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the top of my head. “at least give me five minutes…”

[anniflamma]

Oh would love to update on this! So I pretty much recently realized that Polyphemus wasn’t the first Epic The Musical song I listened to.

It was actually Hera's part from The God Games when there were only some snippets on TikTok. I remember that when I listened to the first two sagas, I went to TikTok to search for updates and listen to all the snippets Jorge had published. When I found Hera's part, I was like, "WAIT A MINUTE, I KNOW THAT SONG!" I think I stumbled upon someone doing a dance to it or something. So, in actuality, Polyphemus wasn’t the first Epic song.....it was Hera. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

Have I mentioned how much I ADORE your Epic animatics?!!

Also, how exactly have you heard of the Epic musical? And what inspired you to make animatics of it?

My discovery of Epic happened on a dark winter evening (I mean, it was pitch dark....), while I was heading home and listening to music. My playlist was on shuffle, and it played 'Polyphemus.' The moment when the cyclops said, 'Who are you?' and that cello (or whatever it was) played, I immediately picked up my phone and saved the album.

I can say that when I did the Beloved King animatics, it gave me the inspiration and pretty much the courage to do Epic too! I had my visions for each song, and I thought, why not put that on paper?

[midnight1nk]

Helloooo while I'm here I wanna ask so- the song that was out of nowhere released on the smg4 spotify

I didn't see anything (also can't check twitter rn if anything's on there about it) and I listened to it right and it's.... odd? I wonder if it's like, intentional. As in that they meant to put it out, especially cuz to me, as I think about it.... it feels- AI generated? I mean, hopefully it's not but there is a chance that it could be.

BUT if they weren't hacked on spotify, something I've never heard before- but if they weren't hacked and it isn't AI generated, what could it be possibly for? Especially because it's so different from music they released before.

ah yes, the flareglow situation, hmmm. Haven't heard anyone from the Team come out with an official comment, so we're gonna have to make some concrete "assumptions"...

Scenario 1: Spotify Sucks

We all are no strangers to social media platforms glitching out/not working. There were even several times when all the songs disappeared from the SMG4 profile. So the simple answer is: Spotify just sucks.

Plus, I did look around and, according to @/Minions_Fanboy on twitter, the real artist is smgwave/smg4wave on tiktok. I haven't been able to find the user (yet), but we'll see.

In other words, the assumption that most people had about the "account got hacked" is completely valid.

Scenario 2: The Strangest Clue

Everyone, put on your tinfoil hats because we're about to get silly! :) If this was meant to be intentional, then this is definitely the strangest puzzle (haha get it) we had so far.

(more below cut)

the cover looks like it was made in GMod

all the artist credits say that it's "Smg4"

song is posted on spotify, apple music, heart radio, and youtube (those topic channels but no the SMG4 one)

4. then we have the lyrics, which I tried my best to decipher:

I know (we got); I know (we got); I know you train so hard, We got to save the world; We won't win if we don't (play/plan???) now, I know you have to change around; (x2) Can you please (live??) some more, thank you; (Stewey/steady???) unless; I know you stand for something; I know you train so hard (x4), So hard, so hard (wow); I know you train so hard, We don't (play??) if we don't get; I know you train so hard (x4), We don't win if we get

(I had to listen this on loop to get it close enough holy shit) ANYWAY I can totally see the AI vibes coming from. Since no one has come out to confirm if this really was AI, either way I say "ew". If this is the Team trolling/teasing us (which they kinda have been), then this is one from the music department going "lmao gottem".

But if this is supposed to be part of a puzzle.... (oh no, not the FNAF box goddammit)

Would it be weird for me to say that the beginning of Flareglow is a slower arrangement to Mr Puzzles "It's TV Time" theme??? (ok you can boo me off the stage now) I listened to it side-by-side and some of the beats sounded familiar but maybe my mind has really gone coo coo crazy

apparently someone said that there was a bit of Mario 64 motif in it, especially at the end (not confirmed and still searching)

Not that I support AI (and don't think anyone in Team does) but having it sound like AI may communicate that "something is wrong" and that we the audience would suspect it. Plus the electro beat gives off the glitch effect.

Cover's obviously made in GMod but somehow it's both unassuming and bizarre. We are all familiar with how the SMG4 show uses GMod and their song covers, but you wouldn't think this cover and song would belong to SMG4. It's meant to throw us off and perhaps ignore it entirely. Make us forget about it. The logic is:

SMG4 characters on cover = song's from SMG4

Based on the (awful) lyrics, the singer (Person A) is in the perspective of uplifting someone else (Person B) against a common enemy, final-battle sort of situation. Alluding to a future arc perhaps?

Whoever Person A is, they have been observing how much Person B trying to improve themselves/their powers ("training" being emphasized so many times). Whether it's to level up their skills or to control them, and yes they're two different things. The first people you could think of are SMG4 & 3, it's been a while since they have done some meme guardian power training, and are likely to have character development/arc. And personally, it's giving IGBP vibes. BUT it could also be Melony with her God powers and we did see her God form in the WOTFI '24 arc, but wasn't able to beat against Mr Puzzles (Maybe it was due to her lack of training?)

Regardless, Person B would have to face a moral dilemma. In the events within the song, Person B might have to make a choice that may be out of character for them to do, but for the sake of the world, they have to. Person A reminds them that it isn't out of character at all, and it's based on what Person B believes in. And Person A knows them too well to know that.

They're both running out of time and Person B may feel insecure about using the skills/powers they have been training for, but the choice Person B makes would be to save everyone. Person A & B together. If they lose, it would really be over.

Watch it be entirely wrong by someone from the Team LOL. Well anyway, those are my thoughts and if anyone has anything, send an ask/comment!

If we strangely get a confirmation that it was intentionally released by the Team, I might make this song an honorable mention to the goop!4 website ig

[dovesnswords]

My blueberry (fever) dreams

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Warnings: SESBIAN LEX!!!!!! Doing said lex while drunk, Emo Vi.

Also guys, this is set in Season 2 Act 2 of Arcane, precisely, when Vi is dancing in that club and then hallucinating Cait.

AND!!!!!!! It's MANDATORY to watch the edit of that exact scene by @/hugebrainrot on tiktok (song: latch).

(jk. or not jk... we'll never know)

P.S while reading this, I listened to The Weeknd's - Coming Down, it goes well with the vibe of this fic.

btw, this is the fit we f****** in:

The music was blasting at the highest volume.

Every single person in the club could feel the deep vibrations. Atmosphere was dim, dark. Lights flickering on and off so fast, every movement looked cut in half. It was all a blur - you couldn’t be sure where you were going, how you or anybody else was dancing, but that made everyone in the club even more carefree and reckless – it was Zaun, after all.

Vi was dancing to the beat, head thrown back, eyes closed, booze in her hand. What wouldn’t she give to catch a glimpse of her. Even for just a second. Was she really as beautiful as her mind remembered? The question always came to her, whenever she would be away from Cait, even for a single day.

Is her brain romanticizing or did she really look that magical? Her sharp mind, confident demeanor. That headstrong attitude that pissed her off so bad sometimes. All while being so sweet, so lovely, so cute -

Her pretty girl…

Others didn’t know. They wouldn’t understand. But she knew. Vi knew. Vi knew all of her.

Gosh! She would do anything to just catch a glimpse of that dark hair and beautiful eyes. What if she just opened her eyes right now and Cait was there, looking back at her? Acknowledging her existence? What an honor that would be…  

Vi stumbled to the bar, raising two fingers, signaling the bartender for another shot. She saw her own reflection in the mirror between the shelves. It was all a blur, but from what she could make out, she was a mess. Dark black eyeshadow smudged all over her cheeks, intense blue eyes returning her own gaze, hair tousled and grown out in the back. God... 

Little shot glass was put down swiftly in front of her.

“On the house,” the bartender said smiling, “we bet on you the previous week, you fought like a beast.”

She gave a nod, even tried to force a smile back. Poor guy, probably hasn’t seen the “beast” fight after that. Oh but gosh, who gives a fuck? Even that shit got too boring for her. She would beat whoever in that game and...? Then what? After a while it got too repetitive, the adrenaline was out of it, naturally it wasn’t as easy when she started drinking, being half out of it - that way it was at least a bit more interesting, or maybe that’s not the word, maybe it’s bearable. Life too, was a bit more bearable. 

She raised the shot glass to her lips, glancing back at the dance floor –

In that very second her heart did that weird thing: felt too heavy, like it weighted a ton, dropped down and then felt too light, as if her chest was suddenly hollow. Then, her brain caught up as well and she realized she saw a familiar blue in the crowd. Disappearing and reappearing.

Vi put the glass down and got up quickly. Leather jacket lost somewhere, she squeezed in the crowd, towards what seemed to be pulling her in. Calling her relentlessly, just by merely existing. 

There! She saw her again. 

Was it really her though? It would not be the first time Vi’s mind tricked her into “seeing” the person she longed for so much. Vi shoved off a drunk guy or two, her back and arms flexing, scanning the crowd as she went through it.

Did she lose her?

Suddenly, in front of her, she saw a girl. Her hoodie on. Familiar, but not quite right. Vi tried to look at her from the side, she put her hand out, very carefully nudging her shoulder. At that, the girl turned around, confused brown eyes looking back at Vi as she felt a pang of painful disappointment in her chest and excused herself. Definitely not the first time this had happened, but God, she was so sure…

Her heart felt heavy now, chest hollow.

Uh, whatever…

With her head hung low, she turned around to leave and when she looked up, suddenly, everything turned into a slow motion. She was face-to-face with her. Everybody around disappeared. Everybody, but Cait, standing in front of her, with a hint of smirk on her lips. Gorgeous blue, feline eyes looking at Vi’s, mischievously, intensely.

Vi had to close her eyes, take a deep breath in, and then open them again, just to check if it was all real. Still a blur, lingered in the back of her mind. All the colors around seemed more vibrant and bright; Vi blinked at that, very slow, in confusion. 

She took a step forward, but Cait took a step back.

“Hey…”- Vi mouthed; reaching out. Pained expression etched on her face.

But Cait didn’t really care, dodging her attempts to reach her, talk to her, say something to her. 

Without returning a word, she turned around, glanced back at Vi, playfully, naughtily; and went forward. The message thrown at the pink haired woman was clear: Follow me.

And she did. She always did.

Always would.

Gosh… Was this all true or just a dream? 

The scent. She could not see her well, but she could smell her intoxicating familiar floral scent and HER. They were leaving the dance floor now, Vi following behind Cait, and then very suddenly, they both appeared in Vi’s room. 

In a second, the pink haired woman was falling back on her bed, back colliding with the wall, with Cait on her lap.

Oh fuck.

Intoxicating scent, intoxicating scent, her hair, her skin- Vi grabbed her long thighs and pulled her up, closer to her. 

Their noses brushed very briefly, both were like animals ready to devour each other. Vi tried to kiss her, but Cait tilted her head back, not giving in to what they both wanted. Laughing at Vi’s struggle and pained, needy expression. Vi thought she might go insane. So she slid her hand across Cait’s scalp and grabbed the roots of her hair hard, holding her in place. Staring at her pretty face, holding her firmly, with her other hand still on her thigh, caressing it lovingly and then grabbing it hard - out of desperation.

Vi, lifted her hips into Cait’s core, the rough material of her pants making the latter hiss and and part her lips momentarily – at that Vi took the opportunity and smashed her lips into Cait’s, tongue invading her mouth. Cait was thrown off-guard, Vi was acting wild and it turned her on tremendously. So, absentmindedly, she started moving her hips back and forth on Vi’s lap,  

“Come on cupcake, grind on it” Vi said, grabbing Cait’s ass in her rough hands. 

And Oh, Cupcake did.

Somehow, Vi felt the friction as well. Her core buzzing with need. She licked up a stripe up her lover’s neck, caressed her dark hair. Leaving wet kisses behind her ears. Inhaling her sweet scent, tasting her cream skin. Fuck. She was like a deprived animal. It was never enough. 

She then started to open Cait’s neat shirt buttons one by one, looking up at her from time to time, to see her pretty face focused, brows scrunched up as she was pleasuring herself on Vi’s lap and thighs. 

She was her girl, Vi thought. 

Could heaven be better than this?

She doubted.

Having her shirt unbuttoned completely, Cait slid it off of her own arms slowly, never looking away from Vi’s face, who was staring at her breasts, mesmerized. When the shirt fell on the floor, she slid her slender fingers into Vi’s hair instead, caressing her lovingly.

Vi, looking up at her lover tenderly, with her hands on her waist, moved her head down to Cait’s chest and took one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking it eagerly. Cait arched her back and tightened her hands in Vi’s hair.  Vi felt dizzy, face all flush and red, eyes closed, while she gripped one of Cait’s breasts in her rough, calloused hand and massaged it. licking and sucking the other so intensely, it left purple marks on her perfect skin.

“I-” the woman on top was trying to say something. “Vi, I’ve been with someone-”

Vi rolled her eyes.

Yes. 

Yes, Obviously.

That ginger bitch. Maggie, wasn’t it? but honestly, in that moment, who gave a fuck?

“Yea?” She chuckled, “I don’t really care cupcake”

At that, Cait grabbed Vi’s hair suddenly. Hard. Looking at Vi’s flushed face and lidded eyes from above, how could she resist that? So she crashed her lips into hers, tongue entering Vi’s mouth harshly and deep. Nothing about it was remotely civil. It was like she was trying to devour her, all while never stopping her grinding.

What a minx, Vi thought.

Cait sighed into her mouth, foreheads resting on eachother's.

“Vi, listen” and she was, with her whole being. “Did you miss me?” Cait tilted her head, smirking. Vi was disarmed, she couldn’t even trust herself to speak, so she nodded, eagerly. 

“Mhm?... then show me.”  Her accent heavy, “Prove it.” 

…

Fuck?

Is that what angels sound like? Is there anything Vi wants more?

It took her a second or two to sober up and very swiftly, with her strong hand, she grabbed Cait’s neck firmly, but tenderly and laid her down, so the latter was now beneath her.

Never letting go of her hold on her neck. Vi lifted one of her own legs so it was now over Cait’s, the other still under - Their clothed cores touched each other. 

Neither of them had any patience to get rid of their garments. Confusingly for Vi, everything was heightened anyhow, so with her pants and all, she grinded down Cait’s panty-clad, wet core, hard. 

White waves of pleasure shot up Cait’s whole body, the friction from Vi’s pants making her widen her eyes and throw her head back.

Vi bit her lip and moaned out loud, eyes closing, eyebrows scrunching. It was all almost too much. The grinding – sloppy and intense, both of them dizzy from the insatiable need of each other. Cait reached up and brought Vi’s face down, clashing their lips together. Tongue swirling in her mouth, the latter whined, moaned into Cait’s, “Fuck. Cupcake”, never stopping her powerful grinding. Cait raised her hands and took a hold of the bandages that were encircling Vi’s beautiful bust and back, and pulled it, revealing Vi’s beautiful tattooed upper body in all its glory. 

At that, Vi rose up, stopping the movements all together and ripped off whatever fabric was left on Cait’s body and went to working on her own pants, while her lover watched and admired.

When she finally got rid of them, with her strong arms she grabbed Cait’s leg, and maneuvered it so that it was thrown over her shoulder, while the other was trapped underneath Vi’s muscular thigh.

She picked up her pace again. This time their naked cores touching each other. Very wet and very rough. Harder. Faster. Grinding her hips back and forth, never letting go of Cait’s leg, hugging it tight to her chest - everything felt dizzy, the knots inside their stomachs were getting tighter and tighter. 

Everything was so wet, rough, near-painfully good.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” was pouring out of Vi’s mouth on repeat, like she was in a trance.

She really did love her. So, so much. She opened her eyes a bit to look at Cait, who was moaning so loud. Fuck, she thought to herself, if it was possible, she’d have her like this forever, and universe knows she’d never tire of it.  Because of these thoughts, even though both of them were approaching their orgasms, Vi paused, earning a whine from Cait.

Unsurprisingly, she was overcome with the overwhelming need to be even closer to her, so she needed to do something about it: She adjusted Cait’s leg that was falling off to the side. Secured it, so that it was thrown over her shoulder as before and without letting it go, leaned down – folding Cait in half in process, having her in some sort of mating press.

Having Cait in such a vulnerable, open position, Vi licked her lips and picked up a brutal pace. The bed squeaking with the movement.

“Vi!” Cait screamed, her eyes widening at the overwhelming sensation. She couldn’t help but throw her head back, but Vi didn’t let her, she held her head in it’s place - she wanted to watch her pretty girl’s face.

They were looking intensely at each other; Cait staring at Vi’s gorgeous plump lips.  With her brows knitted together, she could feel how close Vi was to her, her body soothingly heavy on top of hers made everything feel… safe, for some reason and with one of her legs trapped underneath her Vi's and the other encircled in her hand, there was just nowhere for her body to go, so all that was left for her was to take what Vi was giving her.

And Vi… Vi, her Violet, was as always, giving her a. lot.

Eyes teary from the intensity of it all, Cait grabbed Vi and smashed her lips against hers. Moving her hips up into her core relentlessly.

They were making out passionately, obscene sounds filling the room. Heat pulling into their abdomens, they pressed their clits against each other even harded, vigorously rocking their hips faster and unbelievably closer into one another's. It was too much, too intense, a bit painful even, but too good to even consider slowing down.

Vi could feel the knot tightening rapidly. Both of them held their breaths as their bodies went taut and their orgasms hit them like a truck.

Cait’s hand flied to the wall behind her as hot white pleasure exploded from their cores to their entire bodies, then maybe even towards each others'. Legs shaking, everything tightening. Again – it was too good to stop. Cait threw her head back, and exposed her neck to Vi, who licked a broad stripe up towards her chin and then her tear-stained cheeks, chasing her lips and devouring her with her tongue, never slowing her savage grinding, her lover’s eyes rolling bac-

Vi was bolted upright, shaken awake, heart racing, bedsheets wet from her sweat, her head pounding and eyes watery from how hot she felt. 

She had a fever.

And after that dream, also a problem that needed to be satiated.

Simultaneously, somewhere in a huge mansion in Piltover, Cait pulled her sticky fingers out of the covers, still not opening her eyes, relinquishing in her daydreams, breathing fast.

One in the upper city, other in Zaun. Separate worlds, so far apart.

Yet both had pain in their chests. Lump in their throats. Hollowness in their bellies and that greedy, insatiable, primal need for one another.

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YALL I HOPE IT WASNT TOO BAD.

Have a great night/day, let me know if you like it!!! muah!

[ronsenthal]

I can't stress this enough but it was time for the gifmakers start to comeback at little shits in hbowar fandom. Sometimes I need to take a step back and breathe because some people are really insufferable in this website, specially nowadays that fandom etiquette just went out by the window? We have such a small fandom, we basically know each other by name at this point and yet people are not afraid to show their dirty side

it's seriously annoying to see it happening again and again, we make edits as a hobby, we spend our time doing it for free, because it makes our heart happy to see our silly little blorbos moving in GIFs with beautiful coloring, with nice parallels, dumb lyrics to our fav dumb songs and for what??? for people to shit in our heads, be condescending telling you what to do, and how, and what it does mean, using our creations to spills their so oh superior analysis?

I'm so tired and I can keep quiet anymore, specially when it affects my friends and people who I really admire on here.

Please learn how to behave if you want to make a fucking essay open a new fucking post so you can type whatever the shit you want without involving someone elses edit

AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YALL NEED TO LEARN HOW TO TAG YOUR STUFF THIS IS NOT FUCKING TIKTOK TUMBLR TAG SYSTEM DOES NOT WORK TO BOOST YOUR FUCKING NOTES IT ONLY PISSES PEOPLE OFF

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Juno

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 585 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, my first Insanity fic!, tiktok trend, song fic, no real warning just very cute, shorter fic but oh well

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You giggled as you ran into the kitchen where Insanity was cooking up a very intricate lunch for the both of you, having hyper focused on making specific foods this time he made an appearance.

“What has you so excited?” he said, smiling brightly at you. 

“Can I film something? I just want to play a song and get your reaction to it.” you asked, setting your phone up to record while grabbing his from the counter to play the music over the kitchen speaker. 

Suddenly “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter started playing. You saw Insanity start to sway back and forth. He didn’t let on but he already knew this song and exactly what trend you were doing. He made sure to turn the heat down on the stove letting the sauce simmer for a while, giving his full attention to you. He twirled you around, dancing with you. Albeit he was much better at it than you. You both had stupid smiles on your faces as you laughed here and there, mouthing the words. 

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah

You pointed directly at the camera as you mouthed the words before leaning your elbows on the counter, poking your butt out slightly.

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?

You mouthed, winking seductively at the camera with a sly smirk. What you didn’t expect was Insanity pushing himself up right behind you with one hand on your hip and the other tangling itself in your hair, pulling you up into his chest before nestling his face into the crook of your neck. Your cheeks were on fire but you couldn’t help but turn into him, smiling softly before you kissed him.

Completely forgetting the song Insanity turned you to face him, holding your hips tightly as he kissed you. As your arms circled around his neck he wasted no time picking you up, holding your lush thighs around his waist. When you finally broke apart you smiled at each other, completely enchanted and enthralled in one another. 

“I should get my phone.” you said, pointing at it as it kept recording.

Insanity smiled deviously, walking over to the phone with you still in his arms before he smacked the phone down onto the table so the camera was face down. 

“I’m gonna make you Juno…” he said before walking you to the shared bedroom, kissing your neck the whole way.

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You sucked the ice cream off the spoon as you laughed at the tiktok comments under yours and Insanity’s video. 

@dprdaddyyyyy : WHAT’S IT LIKE BEING GOD'S FAVORITE?!?!?!?

@mit000 : The hair grab???? I’m dead

@yuwantme : they def fucked after this right? @Y/N please confirm

Insanity pulled the hood of his hoodie he let you borrow after up on you, hiding your messy hair. You fed him the next bite of ice cream, reading the comments over your shoulder.

“We def did fuck.” he laughed as you smacked his arm slightly.

“I love you.” you said as you kissed him, tasting the sweet from the ice cream on his lips.

“Not as much as we love you.” he said, leaning back in to kiss you. 

You could feel his eyelashes bat against your cheek and his nose nudge yours when he pulled away. You cradled his face, basking in the warmth of the afterglow. Tender moments like these were your favorite with any of his personalities.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! A short fic for ya'll! I started my new job but its nights so the new schedule has really been fucking with me and my motivation to put out fics. Most of my requests are for Mr. DPR IAN so I thought I'd give y'all a short one. Hope to post again soon! XOXOXOXO!!!!!!

[sad-grandfather-clock]

Oh my oh my, I didn't expect to end up on something like this, but here I am and I'll do it. Thanks for the tag, @goodoldfashionedlovergirls-blog!

last song: “Hymn To Virgil" by Hozier. I barely listened to anything else at all since December 6th, whoops. But I'm fine, I swear. Just tickles all the right spots in my brain.

favourite colour: Blue! Mostly the brighter shades of blue. And green. And I'm starting to really like yellow. I'm bad at choosing only one.

last book: I'm currently reading "The World According to Cunk" by, who would have thought, Philomena Cunk. It's hilarious and I think I've never laughed more reading a book.

last movie: "The Return" (2024), a retelling of the last sections of Homer's Odyssey. A surprisingly "quiet" movie, which doesn't use overly exaggerated sound effects (e.g. in fight sences), which I think is quite nice.

sweet/spicy/savoury: Spicy! I love spicy food, as long as it doesn't actively burn my esophagus lol. I only like sweet things occasionally, but this "ocassion" can stretch over two weeks and then I'll despise sweets for another four weeks.

last thing i searched online: "which wine do the brits like the most" - I'm not going to say anything about this 😂

current obsession: Good Omens. This is a Good Omens related blog, what else did you expect 😂 But, for real, it's bad. But I think I also need to add "watching thirsty Michael Sheen edits" on TikTok, because, damn??

looking forward to: Finally getting back to a Good Omens fic I kind of abandoned last year. I'm hoping to get back into writing (my fics) soon, because I've got way too many ideas.

I don't think I get up to 10 people, because most of y'all already got tagged in here. So, I'll sneakily add @startreklesbian here, even though we know each other already pretty well, but still! 😂 @aislinregin @lickthecowhappy @inezrable @handyowlet @echo-kaine @e-rated-beardo @mrnightingale If you squint, those are ten! c:

10 People I'd Like to Know Better

Thanks for the tags @gaiaseyes451 and @beerok23!💜!💜

last song: Gloria by the Lumineers

favourite colour: Red, like a deep luscious red that you know would taste good if you licked it. Don't act innocent, you know exactly what I mean by that. Red is a color that you just know tastes good.

last book: I am currently trying to read the Witcher series (per @lickthecowhappy's suggestion) so I am at the start of the Last Wish

last movie: Moana 2 (I have young kidsssss)

last TV show: My oldest is almost 10 which means she stays up late. Which also means I have so little time to watch adult things. So we've been watching the Office with her. I think I want to watch the Good Place with her next tho (I've never watched it!)

sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet followed very, very closely by spicy. Habanero maple syrup is one of my favorite things on the planet.

last thing i searched online: How to explain a 10 year career hiatus in a cover letter (looking to return to work since having kids. It's been an interesting experience so far).

current obsession: Have not moved on from Good Omens, but recently realized that my obsession may be more in my own little connected universe of fics that I wrote rather than the actual canon at this point😳. I'm sure once we get that first glimpse of red and white hair that will change very quickly.

looking forward to: Going back to work and having a more established adult life again, honestly. I've been so lucky to be home with my kids while they are young, but I am ready. And figuring out how my newfound passion for writing is going to fit into that new life of mine. Another big year of change over here for me, and I am eagerly looking forward to how the growing pains are going to make way for something beautiful beyond.

ten people i’d like to know better:

@addledmongoose, @di-42, @afrenchwriter, @haemey, @eybefioro, @alwaystuesday, @katspause, @alphacentaurinebula, @shadesofecclescakes, @ochre-sunflower and whoever wants to do it (but also feel free to ignore!)

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ tuesday 7 jan 2025

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i woke up yesterday same as i am this morning, way too early and sleep rlly does help. i got ready and i applied some normal makeup and comfortable clothes. i had a monster to start my day !

monster energy zero sugar strawberry dreams 500 ml — 11 cal

i went to college feeling meh pretty ok, i was drawing water in the train again… i had to get out 1 stop before my stop to go to a different train so i went there and then went to my stop. from there i had to walk a while extra cause i had to go to the otherrrrr school building which is fine

so i went there and i was one of the first, way too early to be there… during my entire day i spent it drawing

3 zero sugar energy drinks 250 ml - 1 cal

2 coca cola light 250 ml - 1 cal

by the end of drinking all these energy drinks i felt so shaaaakyyyyy.. haku did my nails with gel polish ! it was his first time doing something like that but he said he wants to practice more on me !

after this we walked from the second school building to the train station which went just about fine. i had a nice conversation with him about a variation of things then he hugged me goodbye when i had to go

when walking home i took a detour to the mc donald’s to use their free restroom… everyone looked at me weird going into the male bathroom but can u actually leave me alone. actually even just going in there without ordering smth people stare at u with glassy eyes.. wtf. anyway i left not needing anything bcs that’s the LAST thing id break my fast with rn

i walked home and 3/4 in i started getting so nauseously sick like oh my god i had to slow down walking and take deep breaths and just breathe bcs for a sec it was getting to me but i still just kept walking and got home. when i got home my mom asked if i was hungry and i said not really

i told her i had a chocolate croissant and a large boba about an hour ago and that i felt sickly and she said “maybe the boba wasn’t fresh ?” with this concerned look. i said i just wanted some vegetables and luckily she randomly made me green beans which i took

i went upstairs not grabbing anything but i told her id likely crave it by the morning or id maybe have it later that night if i wanted it

green beans 213g — 70 cal

perfection bar crunchy chocolate cookie flavour 60g — 219 cal

i was not pleased eating this today… i don’t really know i just didn’t want to eat this ??? what i wanted was moms burrito but obviously we weren’t gonna do that so i just didn’t feel like it ? halfway through my meal i stopped for like 5 mins i just was not pleased sigh

the bar had this interesting dense texture with a sort of dense cookie doughy inside and i liked the crunchy toppings ? it also smelled very good it was actually decently tasty for a protein bar

after finishing it i did want to eat other food but i also can’t stop thinking about the weight i’ll be losing if i just keep trying. i just went to go draw and at 10 pm i took my sleeping medication. by 11:30 pm i finished my drawing and me and eli stared at it for way too long. i started feeling fatigued and tired and i got a little anxious but i told myself i just needed some rest and id feel better in the morning…

cool song i found on tiktok the creator said it was made to be purposely bad but it has a consistent bpm soooo i kinda like it somewhat

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

cals : 302

streak : 2 days ? i don’t remember

steps : 16.8 k

tired exhausted not craving food but then again also craving it.. when it gets hard i just kind of push through telling myself to just be a man and suck it up and complete the damn challenge so i can lose the damn weight.. the steps r good tho !

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[wellfine]

Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pe praticamente il meglio di Santa Fè 🐆

[tapakah0]

Joining yeye23

[himemeiya]

Oh yes, they both reached for the gun... [x/x]

[snowyroads]

oh. my. god.

[morganbritton132]

Love the idea of Steve and Eddie being so sickening in love that Eddie calling him by his name makes Steve be like “why are you being mean”. Imagining how funny it would be if Steve was hanging out with a new friend or co worker or something at the house for the first time and Eddie comes in and is like “hey Steve” and kisses him on the cheek before introductions and obligatory “how was your day” and when Eddie leaves a couple minutes later the new friend is about to comment on how nice Steve’s husband seems when Steve turns to her and is like “I’m so so sorry you had to see that he is not usually like that he is just still pissy about (insert dumb funny thing here)”

This is cute and hilarious, and it’s so canon to this AU that it hurts. I love it so much.

I’m picturing Steve having a group of teachers over because they’re part of a committee and they’re planning an event at the school. Some of the teachers are people that Steve has known years, but the majority are people who don’t know Eddie outside of the guy that sometimes picks Steve up on bad brain days.

They’re in the thick of making posters and streamers when Eddie comes into the house, guitar case in hand from practicing at Jeff’s. He comes into the dining room where everybody is, plants a kiss on Steve’s cheek like, “Hey, Steve. Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” Steve hums back, sinking into Eddie’s side when he wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer.

Eddie rests his head on Steve’s shoulder and looks down at the poster he is making. It’s very glittery. He asks, “How’s it going?”

He listens attentively as Steve tells him of all they’ve accomplished and even reminds him of something that he said he wanted to do for the event and forgot about. He smiles and shakes hands when he’s introduced to other teachers and even recalls some of the things Steve told him about them.

At the ends of it, Eddie kisses Steve’s cheek again, tells him that they’re doing amazing work, and then says, “I’ve got a melody in my head, gonna go iron it out. Let me know if you need anything.”

He even says as he leaves, “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Steve echoes back. Once the basement door closes, Steve just sighs and says so apologetically, “I’m so sorry you had to see that and if it made any of you uncomfortable. He’s not typically like that, you know. He’s just mad at me right now because I won’t walk a red carpet with him next week.”

At first everybody thinks that he’s joking but Steve looks so genuinely embarrassed that they have to believe him. Everybody is just like, “Excuse me, he’s mad at you?? He isn’t usually like that??? Meaning that he’s typically more loving and affectionate???”

Kathy, a seventh grade English teacher who shares way too much about her failing marriage, is just like, “Shoot, I can’t even get my husband to say he loves me half the time.”

“Kathy,” Steve says sincerely. “You need to divorce your husband.”

“I know.”

There’s a beat of silence before David, a newer teacher at the school, asks, “Red carpet? He is like, movie star or something?”

[gyutaro-truther]

Headlock - Imogen Heap you know you're better than this...

[philsmeatylegss]

Me bopping to a song whose chorus is about passive suicidal ideation and waiting for death to experience less pain for the next few weeks