#Abyss X

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10 anos a festejar o futuro [Parte 2] - Mucho Flow 2023 | Reportagem Completa

Spencer Martin e Jack Martin dos Lunch Money Life, num dos melhores momentos, quiçá o mais incr��vel | mais fotos clicar aqui Acordei com as pernas ainda doridas da noite longa, mas nada que me fizesse recuar do dia longo que me estava a aguardar. Poderia pensar que naquele sábado a chuva daria algumas tréguas, mas não, na verdade sentia-se ainda mais as baixas temperaturas a recair sobre as ruas labirínticas do centro da cidade de Guimarães.

Este último dia começa mais cedo na blackbox do Centro Internacional das Artes José de Guimarães (CIAJG), único concerto naquela sala, a receber a prata da casa, Tormenta, projeto que junta dois dos mais notáveis músicos nacionais: o baterista Ricardo Martins e o guitarrista Filho da Mãe. Para cima do palco a dupla traz ainda Jibóia para adicionar uma camada extra de poderio musical.

Radie Peat dos Lankum, um dos bons destaques do último dia | mais fotos clicar aqui Se leram as nossas 6 sugestões para este Mucho Flow, saberiam que às 18:15h, a meio da Avenida Don Afonso Henriques, Lucinda Chua estaria a atuar no auditório do Teatro Jordão. A artista britânica trouxe o seu primeiro LP, ‘YIAN’, para o bonito palco. Para quem lê a frase anterior até pode parecer que a multi-instrumentista é uma novata nestas andanças, mas a verdade é que a artista tem acompanhando ao vivo a bem conhecida FKA Twigs dando-lhe muita experiência por esses palcos mundo fora. Alternando entre o subtil piano e misterioso como foi possível ouvir em “Echo” ou “An Avalanche”, passando para o seu instrumento de eleição, o violoncelo, como foi possível ouvir em “Until I Fall” ou “Meditations on a Place”, carregado de uma boa dose de reverb, deambulando por entre o experimental, soando por vezes um pouco mais caótico do que aquilo que poderia prever, mas sem deixar o seu peso certo de emoção e introspeção, acompanhado sempre pela sua voz incrivelmente afinada. Uma artista que com apenas um disco editado, irão decerto começar a ouvi-la mais vezes.

Este dia 4 de novembro foi na verdade o dia que mais nos cativou, sendo a que maior parte dos nomes que sugerimos na tal lista de concertos a não perder, pertenciam em grande maioria ao último dia do festival vimaranense. Uns atrás dos outros, foi a vez de Contour a entrar em palco, desta vez no piso térreo do Teatro Jordão onde permanecemos até depois das 23h.

Khari Lucas é conhecido artisticamente como Contour | mais fotos clicar aqui Sempre com o relógio bem marcado, os concertos iam começando à hora marcada não deixando espaço para qualquer atraso. Os ponteiros marcaram 20:15H, Khari Lucas aka Countour subiu ao palco, sozinho, começando a debitar os seus poemas cobertos por uma camada que caminhavam lado a lado entre o jazz e o R&B. Mostrou-se sempre muito sereno, atento, com um olhar bastante cativante e fixo para as centenas de pessoas que começaram a encher aquela cena coberta de cimento de cima a baixo, dificultando por vezes a acústica, mas sem nunca perder a magia sonora.

“Crowded Afternoon”, “At All” ou “Teach Prayer” foram algumas de que que o artista britânico nos presenteou, todas retiradas do seu mais recente disco editado o ano passado, ‘Onwards!’. Em “Teach Prayer” ainda houve espaço para um pequeno discurso de apoio ao povo palestino que neste momento é vítima de uma guerra aparentemente sem fim, ouvindo palavras de apoio mútuo deste lado, sendo um dos mais momentos emotivos que o festival teve - “Say a prayer for the young sailing away, sailing away”.

Contour em estreia no Mucho Flow e em Guimarães | mais fotos clicar aqui Sem nunca perder a compostura, muito sério, sem mostrar qualquer emoção facial e por muitos momentos cantando num único tom, foi perdendo aqui e ali o público que timidamente lhe retribuíam um caloroso afeto. Uma atuação solida, sem grandes espaços para deslumbres, mas trazendo momentos narrativos bem bonitos e melódicos apoiados no seu talento, perspetivando um bom futuro para Contour.

Tivemos uma pequena folga para voltar a carregar energias no nosso canto favorito da cidade de Guimarães, o Tio Júlio. Um copinho de vinho tinto foi o que me foi servido para aquecer o meu coração naquela noite fria e chuvosa. Na verdade, o que realmente veio aquecer foi a próxima atuação, uma atuação que ninguém estaria à espera, quer dizer, nós de certo modo já contávamos com a explosão sentida nas garagens do Teatro Jordão. Os responsáveis? Lunch Money Life.  

Lunch Money Life criaram um dos pontos altos do Mucho Flow em 2023 | mais fotos clicar aqui A banda formada por um conjunto de 5 elementos, transporta para cima do palco toda a pujança (e mais alguma) que um concerto deve realmente ter. Munidos por dois sets composto por circuitos elétricos interligados por dezenas de fios, com toda uma conjugação de efeitos, pedais e elementos que elevaram a sua atuação ao expoente.

Não são rock, nem são jazz, não são metal nem trap, ou se calhar são isto tudo e mais alguma coisa. Lunch Money Life entraram em palco e sabiam para onde queriam guiar a sala muito bem composta por volta das 21:15h. Com uma energia contagiante e uma dimensão musical a fazer jus a toda aquela expressão corporal diabólica, entregaram-nos um dos melhores e mais interessantes concertos, que na verdade já não víamos há algum tempo. Sempre com uma atitude punk, rebelde, cada elemento oferecia um pouco de si naquela performance musical como foi possível ver e ouvir em “Jimmy J Sunset”, “Mother” ou “New Herdsmen”.

Spencer Martin dos Lunch Money Life a felicitar o público | mais fotos clicar aqui Praticamente 90% da sua atuação foi um caos organizado carregado de adrenalina, quanto aos outros 10%? Foi dedicado à angelical “In Jesus Name”, que por entre todo aquela chuva pesada, veio a acalmar e trazer uma boa dose de fé com uma balada grandiosa contrastando bem com todo o resto do concerto. A banda despediu-se sob discos de vinil do seu mais recente disco, ‘The God Phone’, e t-shirts a sobrevoar as nossas cabeças largando uma das maiores demostrações de amor e carinho do publico que vimos nesta edição, com toda a gente em êxtase e ainda a tentar assimilar toda aquela loucura musical.

Antes da garagem fechar e todos aqueles corpos se movimentarem para outra paragem, vieram os Lankum, banda que estreou a música tradicional irlandesa no festival Mucho Flow. Um mundo completamente diferente e oposto de Lunch Money Life, no qual foi possível sentir na cara o vento e a maresia dos campos verdejantes irlandeses. Uma viagem ao passado, talvez mesmo chegando a tempos medievais, sentido aqui e ali uma rutura no tempo onde era possível ouvir uma leve dose de experimentalismo por entre toda aquela música tradicional celta.

Marcou muitos pontos o folk dos Lankum | mais fotos clicar aqui Todos os 5 elementos se apresentaram sentados com uma panóplia diversa de instrumentos como violino, gaita de fole, pífaro ou acordeão dando uma dimensão ritual a toda aquela experiência, acompanhado pelas vozes em uníssono parecendo por vezes que estávamos a presenciar um ritual qualquer. O Mucho Flow sempre se diferenciou dos demais por arriscar a trazer aquilo que vamos ouvir amanhã, criando tendências sem rótulos ou sem seguir qualquer referência, mas também se destaca por arriscar a trazer diversos musicais a um só ponto, e o concerto de Lankum são uma prova viva disso com o publico a corresponder da melhor maneira possível.

Parecia já se fazer tarde, o sol escuro está sobrevoava o céu há bastantes horas e o corpo começava a ressentir-se da agitada noite anterior, mas nada nos demovia do que ainda o festival nos tinha para oferecer, voltando à bonita sala do Centro Cultural Vila Flor (CCVF).

Fui para Abyss X, muita expectativa foi criada à volta da figura relevante no ecossistema feminista perante uma sala muito bem composta. A verdade é que pouco tivemos de presenciar para tal expectativa tivesse sido destruída devido a todo o seu ego que a artista demonstrou durante a atuação.

Muita pompa de Abyss X | mais fotos clicar aqui Sem qualquer empatia criada com o público e constantemente mostrando o seu desagrado com a equipa ora do som, ora da luz, foi quebrando muitas vezes momentos de dança que poderiam estar a entranhar-se pelos nossos corpos, deixando a sala a menos de metade já na parte final da sua atuação.

O melhor veio com Aïsha Devi. Após reconquistar o público que se tinha perdido anteriormente, a artista soltou a pista de dança que começou a aquecer os ouvidos e corpos das centenas pessoas que ainda tinham uma noite toda pela frente.

Aïsha Devi a dar-se a conhecer em Portugal | mais fotos clicar aqui Continuei o percurso musical até ao São Mamede para o incrível Evian Christ. O artista explodiu com qualquer expectativa que alguém tivesse criado. Claramente ganhou o prémio de melhor jogo de luzes, muita culpa pela instalação que levou para cima do palco formada por material translucido que se deixava atravessar por diversas luzes refletindo para toda a sala um tsunami de cor.

O Mucho Flow acabou assim de compor mais uma bela melodia de histórias, que fazem deste festival ímpar no panorama musical português, trazendo ate à Cidade-Berço gente não só de todo o país mas também um pouco por todo o mundo, carimbando cada vez mais a sua importância em criar tendências musicais ditando aquilo que ouviremos num futuro muito próximo.

Reportagem fotográfica completa - dia 1: Clicar Aqui Reportagem fotográfica completa - dia 2: Clicar Aqui Reportagem fotográfica completa - dia 3: Clicar Aqui

O olhar sempre muito introspetivo e curioso do público | mais fotos clicar aqui

Texto: Luís Silva Fotografia: Jorge Nicolau

[missesotericka]

why does abyss x only have 2.5k listeners per month

she is high key so interesting AND she has a sophie remix? i’ve been listening to banyana non-stop for the last three days. she’s like if kate bush were from an alien planet

[joelstummy]

Good Neighbors | (joel miller x f!reader) (18+)

Part One of Three

✧˖°✧˖°✧˖°✧A fic inspired by Fortnight by Taylor Swift✧˖°✧˖°✧˖°✧ summary: it was a flash in the pan years ago. one you've never quite been able to shake. but now you're married. and he's married. and living next door. so you'll just be content to exist as past lovers turned into cordial neighbors...right? warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no outbreak!au, age gap (joel is 38/48, reader is 22/32), joel x ofc (no sexual content), reader x omc (pitiful sexual content), pining, infidelity, domestic dubcon (not joel), slowburn vibes, PIV, car sex with a stranger, brief oral (m receiving), degradation!kink, praise!kink, hair-pulling, mirror sex, unashamed sexualization of the term "kiddo", solo skinny dipping, adulterous seduction, thinking-about-him-while-fucking-my-husband, you're-too-young-and-that's-a-problem, alcohol consumption, food mention, unhealthy/toxic age gap marriage, reader's husband is a piece of shit. reader has hair, wears dresses, and is considered a "trophy wife" type, but no actual physical description is given. but if that descriptor ruins your immersion, i wouldn't read. not safe if triggered by coercive/obligatory marital sex/touching. word count: ~11.1k a/n: when i heard this song at 12AM ET on April 19, 2024, my first thought was: i should write this fic. i let the thought sit, thinking it was just a fleeting idea and it would pass. but every time i heard the song after that first time (approximately 500 times) i couldn't stop thinking about writing this story. so i'm doing it. this will be two parts, and i'm already sketching out the latter half of this story. i'm so excited to dive into a new version of joel and a new reader after taking a longass break. i hope you enjoy, swiftie or not ♥️ also massive shoutout to my lover @macfrog for the guidance on this fic. having you in my DMs to give me advice feels like i have a decorated author on speed dial. you're a superstar 💖 [formerly atticrissfinch]

Available only on AO3

[tojisun]

beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—

[eggs-bene]

I don't always like what I have to do.

[mellifluouaamor]

Kissing Mashle boys before running hc?

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL, KALDO GEHENNA (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. the boys' reactions to you kissing them and then running away.

author's note. that one panel where orter tells cell to bend over has never left my mind and i may have brought it over to these headcanons i'm (not) sorry. orter can bend me over anytime- AHEM ANYWAY LIVE LAUGH LOVE WIRTH HAHAHA

you, running away from MASH? given his inhuman speed and reflexes, that'll be impossible. even if your action is as harmless as a kiss to his cheek, the first-year would reflexively grab your wrist and pull you flush against his chest before you can take a step away from him.

you'd be subjected under his signature blank stare for a few seconds as he tries to process what just happened, and when he finally registers the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, he tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner.

"can you do that again?" he asks, surprising you. mash can't explain it - but he likes the warm and fuzzy feeling that would bloom inside his chest when you kiss his cheek. your kiss feels like... a bed of cream puffs. (don't question his analogy)

oh, sweet summer child FINN. if you kiss him right on his freckles in front of his friends, he'd combust on the spot as a string of unintelligible words streams out of his mouth. a flush of embarrassment would rise to his cheeks and when he turns around to tell you off, you're already running away, leaving him to think of how he should get back at you.

he'd spend the entire afternoon attempting and failing to ambush you, with you giggling gleefully as you skip out of his reach. argh, why do you have to be so hard to catch?!

when supper rolls around, you sit next to a defeated looking finn with your tray of food. as you're eating, he points out that you've got some sauce around your mouth and before you can wipe it off, finn has already leaned over and licks the corner of your lips (with his cheeks burning). you drop your spoon in shock while dot gags loudly in the background.

"oh," is all LANCE says when your lips land on the corner of his mouth. his fingertips brush against the spot you shyly kissed and when he turns to face you, you're already gone. figuring that the embarrassment must have gotten to you, he presses a loose fist against his lips as he chuckles softly.

the following hours would be lance contributing further to that embarrassment. he'd kiss your cheek when you're in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and he makes sure that you won't be able to pull away by gripping your jaw. the kiss would last longer than necessary, causing an awkward silence to fall on the group.

if you confront him about it, he'd simply squish your cheeks in his palm as he taunts you for being unable to do anything. try to talk back, and he'll silence you with his lips.

DOT would short-circuit the second your lips make contact with his cheek, his face flushing as red as his hair. as you run away from him laughing, he'd hold his face like he just got slapped, gibberish spilling over his lips and unable to think straight. mash and finn would have to hold him up to stop him from collapsing.

once dot recomposes himself, he'd chase you in the hallways and it immediately becomes a game of tag... with him almost crashing into the walls as you deftly dodge his lunges.

when he finally catches you, there's no escaping from his onslaught of kisses as he wounds his arms around you tightly. your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your neck - he leaves no area untouched. when dot returns a favour, he returns it tenfold.

RAYNE would turn his head the moment he registers the lack of space between your bodies - and that unexpected action causes his lips to meet yours in a kiss. you immediately pull away from him with a loud gasp, and the perpetual frown on his countenance prompts you to run for the hills.

touching his lips, he'd wonder why you ran away after boldly kissing him, unaware that you weren't supposed to do that and that you had only intended to ask him about homework. it wouldn't take long for him to chase you as if you're a little rabbit being preyed on by the wolf of adler dorm. (finn watches with a slack jaw as his older brother terrorises your poor soul)

the moment rayne catches up to you, he'd cage you against the nearest wall with his arms on either side of your cowering form. he's at a loss to know how to respond to your profuse apologies, only wanting you to kiss him properly after that accidental kiss earlier. he eventually manages to silence you by gingerly planting his lips on the tip of your nose.

ABEL doesn't express much emotion in the first place, so it's no surprise that he didn't give much of a reaction to your kiss on his forehead. when you did it in the middle of his conversation with the magia lupus, he stops talking abruptly while the other members gawk at your boldness. with a quiet "teehee", you prance out of the room as he touches his forehead.

in class, in the hallway, in the cafeteria - abel would stare at you from afar like you've committed the highest degree of crimes. you think that you may have offended him by pulling what you did in front of the magia lupus, but that's not the case as you would come to find out later.

in the evening, abyss brings you to abel's room by the scruff of your shirt. you're wondering why the hell you got dragged out of bed, and it isn't until you noticed abel staring at you expectantly did you realise he wants you to give him a good night kiss like a mother would to her child.

ABYSS, who had never received physical affection from anyone before in his entire life, would be so flustered that his mind becomes a jumbled mess. he doesn't even realise that you've already fled from the scene by the time he can think coherently again (and he's disappointed).

the kiss you gave him would linger on his mind for hours, and he'd throw subtle glances at you - specifically your lips. the warmth that spread from the spot you kissed on his forehead is... comforting, reassuring even, and he doesn't think he can continue his day without getting another one from you.

eventually, abyss would work up the courage to approach you. when he shyly tugs your sleeve with his gaze averted, you immediately understand what he wants and lean in to plant a sweet kiss over his evil eye, causing red to dust his cheeks. he'd hug you on impulse, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

WIRTH doesn't appreciate having his study time interrupted, so if you try to break his concentration by kissing the side of his neck, he wouldn't give you the chance to run away by trapping your feet in mud. he'd then drag you over to sit on his lap, where you'll be forced to stay until he's done studying.

it doesn't matter if you're in the library or the common room, you'll just have to endure the embarrassment of being sandwiched between his body and the table. he doesn't even hide the fact that he's enjoying the way you're squirming uncomfortably on his lap - that's what you get for trying to distract him.

he'd pinch your side if your squirming starts to get annoying, and if you try to protest, he'd immediately shut you up with a kiss - with every contact between your lips lasting longer than the previous one. it eventually reaches the point where you're left breathless after his kisses, and he smirks at the debauched look he's able to paint on your countenance.

CARPACCIO would stare at your fleeing figure with the same stiff expression he wears every day; he'd internally question why you would run off after kissing him when he has no intentions of harming you.

since he can't feel pain, your affectionate gestures are the only other external stimuli he can feel. he registers the pleasant feeling in his chest when you first kissed him, and has become addicted to the feeling since then. so really, he'd just accept your surprise kisses.

although he won't go after you when you run away, he'd actively seek you out and splay himself across your lap like a cat. when that happens, it's your cue to shower him with the kisses he has grown to like. this frequently happens since he tends to stay up all night for his research, and the warm feeling of your lips helps him fall asleep.

ORTER won't admit it, but your kisses are capable of breaking his composure; so when your lips suddenly press against his jaw, he'd freeze up on the spot, giving you the opportunity to book it before he can catch you. once you're well out of his sight, he'd push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks.

of course, no actions go without consequences - and you are no exception. to punish you for your little misdeed, orter would call your unsuspecting self into his office before bending you over his desk when you least expected it. he'd relish in your shocked expression and proceeds to intimidate you into submission, only stopping once he spots the teary beads in the corners of your eyes.

orter is not a cruel man. gently cupping your jaw, he presses a long kiss on your temple as a silent apology before letting you go.

another one who you won't have a chance to run from. KALDO can tell when you're about to attack him with a kiss and would pretend to be oblivious until you make a move. the moment you lean into his face, he quickly turns his head and places a hand at the back of your head to push your lips against his.

you're helpless in his grasp as he wraps an arm around your waist to press you against his body. if you just had a sweet snack, he would deepen the kiss and literally devour your lips, wanting to taste what you ate. when he finally pulls away, he'll try to guess the name of the snack while playfully smiling at your embarrassed expression.

kaldo treats it like a little game. if he can catch you before you kiss him and he happens to have some honey on hand, he gets your honey-flavoured lips as a reward and you'll be in for a long night.

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#12 MAWWIAGE

Razor*Laying face down on the floor*

Mash: So Y/n said they liked you?

Razor, muffled: Yeah

Mash: ...and you asked them to marry you?

Razor: Yeah

Mash: …and... How’d they react?

Razor: Dunno, I ran before I could scare them even more-

In the girl's wing

Y/n, kicking in the door to the Lemon’s room with four bottles of champagne: Lemon! Babe! Holy shit! I'm gonna get married!

[kyoghurts]

LOVER ACTS. mashle headcanon 𞥙୧

˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ being your lover and being in love comes with a habit, sprung from the ground and grows like a flower. MASHLE VARIOUS CHARS have a habit of . . .

ᥫ᭡ MASH BURNEDEAD

. . . resting his chin on your palm at any chance he sees. this guy is so tenderly and quietly affectionate especially in the physical aspect. you might say he’s a bit of a touch starved. he won’t say it, though if you ask him he won’t lie to you either. so whenever you’re both alone and doing insignificant things, you offer your hand for him to plant a small kiss and he’ll just keep his lips on your palm, or rest his chin, looking into your eyes with intensity that tells you so much. you need not ask the gods if he’s meant for you or you’re meant for him. he only has eyes for you, only you.

ᥫ᭡ LANCE CROWN.

. . . playing with your hair. or simply making it a routine to tend to your hair: comb, trim (if it gets too long), braid, and if he’s in the mood to dive more intimate: he’ll wash your hair. he’s like your personal hairdresser, he might as well be, with how good he is at taking care of them. when outside or at class, he’ll absentmindedly brush a few strands off your face or slightly ruffle them. but sometimes it gets annoying for you, and when you try to pry off his hands you’ll have yourself blessed by the airy chuckle you hear from lance. mind you, getting this kind of reaction from your boyfriend occurs once in a blue moon, so, you’ll say nothing. instead, you’ll savor every breath of it and how his hands can be so good to you (and your hair.)

ᥫ᭡ FINN AMES

. . . sending small trinkets. handmade letters, doodles from only half spending his attention to his lecturers, paper cranes, stickers, you know it. you’re pretty sure your room is going to be full with his little stuffs, and he’s not going to hide the sheer happiness he feels whenever he visits you. he’ll ask you where you put them or if he sees it displayed out in the open, he’s going to get all misty about it. and he would want to create more for you for this purpose: to show the contents of his love for you.

ᥫ᭡ DOT BARRETT.

. . . singing you crappy & cheesy love songs. oh i know this man is going to be super annoying and loud but but but— you can tolerate it. why? this guy can sing like he’s destined to step on the stage. it can also be the sole reason why you fell for him, he’s not afraid to express himself. not to you or anyone, whether you’re out in public or private, he will sing to you all the love songs he knows. and from the way you playfully shut him up with light jabs (or if you’re feeling confident in yourself, a quick kiss to his lips), it will be the key that gives way to your feelings. and well, its okay, you’re not afraid to express yourself, either.

ᥫ᭡ LEMON IRVINE

. . . recommending songs & films. even better, you both could listen/watch to it! she’ll be over the moon, painted by glistening stars of happiness, bonus points if you tell her in a novel detailed way on your thoughts after, does it remind you of something? a memory? a feeling? how and why so? you could ramble until the sun comes shining, she’ll never get tired of it, never of you.

ᥫ᭡ RAYNE AMES.

. . . spoiling/treating you with gifts. he’ll come home and there’s not an ounce of surprise written off your face as you see literal shopping bags and what’s funny is that he won’t look at you in the eye, he’s just going to shove it to you and walk away. you could go shopping together and, granted that he is perceptive, he will buy anything that catches your eye for a minute longer. never say no. you will regret it. he’s going to sulk, he’s going to ignore you until you apologize. (in the form of taking and accepting his gifts so yeah, he still wins in the end.) also uh, he also has a habit of nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck hehe :3

ᥫ᭡ ABYSS RAZOR.

. . . gazing at your eyes and complimenting them. i’m pretty sure he’ll also slip a few flowery words on every part of your face, but i will emphasize on the eyes. they’re so captivating to him, they tell a story about a kind soul such as yours, and it reminds him how he’s so loved and seen. and when you tell him he’s the reason the sparkle in your eyes exist? how it softens whenever it connects with his? the world will never know the feeling that abyss has in his heart, and it’s immense—but never heavy, its full, its floating, its beautiful. you’re beautiful, inside and out.

ᥫ᭡ ABEL WALKER.

. . . taking you to a romantic and fancy dinner on a very well-known restaurant with candle lits and everything because he is the absolute elegant of a man and he will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. like the goddamn queen/king that you are. like the goddamn your highness that you are. and when he takes you home, let the moonlight grace your face but let him kiss your lips like the world is about to end. i cannot imagine him acting otherwise. take this hc or leave it.

notes. pops in randomly hi :3 pops out and become inactive for the next few days

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hehe more SAGAU Melsuine Creator featuring Foul Legacy plushie

you've been acclimating to your new life as a Melusine very nicely, the outside world falling away and as you forget and close off the memories of everything they did to you, only thinking about it when you happen to glance at the shimmering markings lining your body. swimming and spending time with Foul Legacy- those are your two favorite things, with your siblings coming in at a close third, and your little house made of shells becomes a popular spot for Melusine to visit, dropping by to say hello to both you and Legacy... although, you'll admit that you don't provide the same climbable experience that he does. you and Mamere even painted together, collaborating to make a painting of Legacy himself, all dotted with swirling colors and little stars and shapes only your Melusine eyes could see, proudly presenting it to him with paint splattered all over your colorful skin. he can't do anything but chitter and trill with delight, giving Mamere a friendly pat on the head and comfortably curling around you in satisfaction.

he should make something for you, he thinks. something small and soft and comforting, for when he inevitably needs to leave for Ajax's Harbinger duties. you always reassure him that you'll be fine... but oh, you look so sad when he has to go for a few days, or a week. he always gives you plenty of headbumps and purrs beforehand, silently stealing away from Merusea Village and shifting back into Ajax, so the foolish humans are none the wiser of your location. it's during one of these trips that he spends hours awake at night, carefully stitching fabric and cotton stuffing together until he returns and presents his gift- a tiny plush version of himself, cradled in his claws. your eyes light up, antennae wiggling happily as you gently pick up the plushie Legacy and twirl around, hugging it tightly. you're gently scooped into Legacy's arms so he can hug you as well, rumbling contently as both of your wings flutter in sync with each other.

you show Neuvillette the plushie next time he visits, and he merely gives you a smile of relief upon seeing you happy and safe.

[meatworld9]

fish yuri

[joelstummy]

Good Neighbors | (joel miller x f!reader) (18+)

Part Two of Three

✧˖°✧˖°✧˖°✧A fic inspired by Fortnight by Taylor Swift✧˖°✧˖°✧˖°✧

Part One

summary: tensions build between you and joel, but so does the tension between you and jack. that's where the similarities end. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no outbreak!au, age gap (joel is 38/48, reader is 22/32), joel x ofc (no sexual content), reader x omc (pitiful sexual content), pining, infidelity, slowburn vibes, daddy!kink (I can’t escape my roots no matter how I try), unprotected PIV, brief oral (m and f!receiving), degradation!kink, praise!kink, unashamed sexualization of the term "kiddo", alcohol consumption, drunken assholery, food mention, unhealthy/toxic age gap marriage, reader's husband is an even BIGGER piece of shit - PLEASE READ DISCLAIMER. immersion notes: reader has hair, wears dresses/makeup, and is considered a "trophy wife" type. additionally, in this part, reader is specifically implied to be conventionally thin. apologies to anyone for whom this kills immersion for, but it felt very necessary in the context of the story. word count: ~9.8k DISCLAIMER: Please note that this chapter contains instances of unequivocal verbal domestic abuse that include slut-shaming, body-shaming, blatant criticism of reader’s weight, deflection and projection, circumstantial gaslighting, sexist insults, and aggressive undertones within a marriage with an inherent power imbalance, followed by brief lovebombing. Please read with caution if triggered by verbal abuse or domestic abuse in general. [None of the aforementioned are executed by Joel]. There is also a substantial amount of dialogue that is derogatory and harmful toward specifically American Southerners and rural folk in general. Damaging stereotypes are relayed by a character with the intent of being hostile and hurtful. This dialogue does not reflect my beliefs or opinions as a writer and is only included to enhance character development (or, rather, character deterioration). a/n: we are getting a bit intense with this one, y'all. please read with caution. but this is also a fun one :) [formerly atticrissfinch]

Available Only on AO3

[hysel-e]

Bye ✋ Orter got me feelin’ some kind of way

‼️ Feast your eyes, Mashle fans ‼️

Credits are in images

Abyss: arayxa.xz on TikTok

[seneon]

where they like to kiss you ──── mashle various.

featuring. mash squad, rayne, orter, abel, abyss.

notes. i don't think this has been done before so here it is. these are all toe-curling fluff gn! reader headcanons btw !

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD

he likes to kiss your hands. not really great with his words or with his actions, he prefers the most unawkward part to kiss you. out of the blue, mash will take your hand in his and play with it a little, maybe even rubbing some circles with his thumb. then... he'll quickly kiss it. that's only at the start of your romance with him. as your relationship progressed, he'll leave longer kisses on your hands because honestly he loves it when you cup your face with those hands.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ FINN AMES

definitely your cheeks. he finds your cheeks very plum and nice to kiss. it's nice to play with your cheeks too! it's like squishing mochi except it's a very cute mochi and finn absolutely loves this mochi. he's so precious and cute that sometimes he'd lightly rub his cheeks against yours when he hugs you. very much likes to poke your cheeks too. this boy will never stop playing with your cheeks he just loves them so much idk why but i feel like he's into chubby people or people w round faces...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ LANCE CROWN

forehead kisser! when you're busy doing your homework, he goes down to smooch. when you're talking to him, he leans down to smooch. when you're just existing, smooch. his forehead kisses are quick, but they are filled with love everytime. will do it in public, no shame. probably has a dangerous addiction with kissing your forehead everytime. it's like he cannot live without it. after those kisses, lance will always compliment with whatever that's like cheesy enough to make you giggle. he's so prince charming mmm

𖥔 ݁ ˖ DOT BARRETT

lips lips lips. will do anything just to kiss your lips even if it meant to trick you. dot's very sneaky about getting those kisses too. to him, he won't really kiss anywhere else cuz he believes lips are the only way to properly kiss and transfer his love and affection to you. whether it's a quick or a makeout session, he never fails to pour so much love in them. oh yeah he gets red after kissing you so much and covers it with his pride while telling himself he's cool and stuff. this boy is the type to lean his forehead on yours just to look into your eyes after he's done kissing you too.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEMON IRVINE

lemon loves to kiss your entire face. she cannot resist cute things or the sort, and you're so very cute to her. of course she'd shower your WHOLE face with kisses! every day, lemon gets a cuteness overload upon seeing you and just boom. shower kisses all over your face. if she wears a dark shade of lipstick, your entire face will be full of her kisses imprints, not that you mind though. she gets extremely shy after bursting with those kisses though, so make sure to show the same amount of love for lemon babygirl!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES

this is weird, but anywhere with your moles. he finds moles very interesting and endearing, believing in the mole myth where your past lover kissed you most on your mole spots. if your past lover kisses you at that one spot so much, that means that's the best spot, rayne believes so. your moles do not lie though, he finds it lovely to kiss your moles. who knows... maybe he loves to kiss the moles under your fabric too 🤫 he doesn't only kiss those specific mole spots though, he'll kiss your lips a lot too.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MADL

a classic temple kisser. aka, the side of your head. orter will gently grab your chin or head or move your shoulders to the side jusso he could kiss your temples. he'll shift your hair aside too, if they're in the way. after kissing your temples, he pulls you in a long long insanely long hug. just for him to kiss your temples or your head even more. for some reason he likes to quietly rub your temples for you too. yay, free temple massage from the best massager himself!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABEL WALKER

i feel he'd be clingy in a way, yk. so, when abel clings onto you, he adores kissing your shoulders. he's not really good with kissing elsewhere because he thinks that he'd end up doing something wrong but if it's your shoulders, he doesn't mess it up. it's a comfort thing for him to do, to lean his chin on your shoulders then bury his face into your shoulders to kiss them. very often the lang prefect will sneak up and hug you from behind and ofc, kissing your shoulders.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABYSS RAZOR

wherever you let him. he doesn't know what to do when it comes to kissing or affection at all. you're always the one kissing him and showing him love so he doesn't really have a favourite spot to kiss you. if he does want to kiss a very specific place, he'll ask for you and you'll allow him, since he rarely ever kisses those places. i think he prefers hands or somewhere on the face though, like your cheeks or nose. well abyss is still learning and trying 🥹

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @kyoghurts @anqelically @dragonictears @caelivir @itonashi @yusume-the-writer @dabi-drift @m4shiho @shuulsan

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[mellifluouaamor]

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. his reaction to you asking him, “what if i suddenly disappeared one day?”

author's note. reader's relationship with the boys is up to your interpretation! but reader is implied to be orter's betrothed here c;

as a blank look crosses his face, MASH almost drops the cream puff he was eating upon registering your question. he stops for a moment to think what exactly made you ask him that, but when he can't come up with any reason he decides to ask you a question of his own. "did something happen?"

when you don't answer him, he clenches a fist beside his head. someone must be threatening you - why else would you ask him that out of nowhere? "tell me his name. i'll punch the stuffing out of him so he doesn't bother you again."

mash is puzzled when you wave your hands around frantically, claiming that nobody is bothering you. "i was just curious!" you exclaim, "don't think about it too deeply. i just wanna know how you'd feel and what you'd do if it happens."

he hums thoughtfully as he continues eating his cream puff. the thought of you suddenly disappearing makes his chest feel heavy. losing you is like losing his pops - but ten times worse. he visibly deflates and stops eating, which worries you. when you place a hand on his shoulder, mash grabs that same hand and pulls you towards him.

"if you suddenly disappeared one day... i'll be sad. but i'll find you," he says, cupping your cheek which grows warm under his touch, "and i'll keep trying until i do."

FINN would stare at you like you've just told the entire world his deepest and darkest secret. a few seconds pass, and the freckled first-year then clings to your sleeve as if he's a child about to be left behind by his mother. "wh-what? why would you ask that? where would you go? why would you go? is... is everything okay...?"

you could tell that he's becoming more anxious with every second that ticks by from the way he's clenching his fists against your robe. you reassure him that everything is okay and he relaxes a little, but he's still bothered by your question.

"then why are you asking me...?" he asks, trailing off. he's starting to think that you're actually hiding something from him and becomes jittery again. he grips your arm tightly, afraid that you'll disappear into thin air if he doesn't, and you wince; you swear that he's cutting off the blood circulation in your arm.

when you tell him that you're only asking for fun, that does little to ease his nerves. "but i can't get it out of my head! i'm scared- i don't want you to disappear without a trace!"

for the next few days, finn would become extra clingy and glue himself to your side whenever he can. lance and dot would cast judging looks his way, but he couldn't care less. as long as he's with you, there's no way you'd suddenly disappear, right?

LANCE rolls his eyes at your question. "like that'll ever happen. you don't even know how to cast the transportation spell properly." despite his words, he's a bit concerned that something might be happening to you behind his back or you're sick, and you're not telling him about it.

"oh come on, you know that's not what i meant!" you exclaim, "just answer my question!" he lets out a quiet sigh. folding his arms over his chest, he stares straight ahead and thinks about what he'd do if you were suddenly gone from the academy one day.

"there's not much to do except to ask your friends and teachers where you went. if they don't know, then i'll search for you myself." there's a pause, and you tilt your head curiously as he looks down, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. "i'll keep looking until i find you." after that, lance doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day.

the following morning, your friends tell you that lance was borderline interrogating them about your private life last night, making you internally question his intentions. you can feel someone's gaze on your back as you go about your day, making you scared of the prospect of someone stalking you.

you also notice that lance has been overly attentive towards your activities over the course of the week, asking questions such as, "where's your next class? which friend are you going to sit with? what class do you have after that?"

DOT doesn't think much about it at first and just laughs. "disappear? where are you even planning to go?" with a beam, he slings an arm over your shoulder. "don't think of going anywhere without me! wherever you go, i'll follow!"

you laugh along, unable to continue the conversation with how much of a cheery fellow he is.

later on, dot's mind would drift back to your question. he knits his eyebrows together, wondering why you would even ask him that. is someone bullying you? or maybe... he stands up abruptly and slams his hands on his desk, disrupting the class as he shouts, "I OFFENDED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING?!"

even when he's told to stand outside of the classroom until the class ends as punishment, he couldn't stop thinking about it. he's itching to barge into your classroom to ask you, but holds himself back from getting into further trouble.

during one of your breaks, dot would pull you aside and hold your shoulders firmly as he stares into your wide eyes. "look, i'm sorry for whatever i did. i'll apologise a thousand times if i have to," he says, and after a brief pause he adds, "just don't go anywhere i can't follow."

RAYNE is immediately alarmed by your question, and he turns to face you with his usual frown deepening. he then grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving and asks, "what do you mean? spit it out. what happened?"

he won't let you go until you tell him everything. he doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he's worried, and the worst case scenario keeps surfacing in his mind. this is why he didn't want people knowing that you're close to him; you might be used against him, or even worse, hurt because of him.

"please, (y/n). tell me if something's wrong," he implores. he can't bear the thought you disappearing right before his eyes, and he really thinks that your life is in danger. even when you say that you're asking the question in a general sense, he's not about to take any chances.

rayne would ask max to look after you in his place and to keep tabs on your activities, as well as the people you'd frequently interact with. max thinks that he's overthinking but does it all anyway because he understands rayne's concern for your safety and well-being.

rayne would also make an effort to spend more time with you outside of classes so that he can guard you himself. you'll have to give him plenty of reassurance to convince him that nobody is out to get you.

ABEL drops his doll; that's how shocked he feels when you asked him that haunting question. why would you ask him that, knowing that he had lost his mother when he was a child? do you want to torture him by disappearing without a single trace of your existence?

you immediately regret asking him that and try to apologise. before any words could leave your mouth, abel pulls you into a tight hug with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other around your shoulders. his gesture catches you off-guard, rendering you speechless.

"please don't," he whispers, "i feel the safest with you. if anyone or anything tries to take you from my side, i swear i'll take you back." without you, abel would truly be a lost child searching endlessly for the warmth that had left him.

the following day, you'd find abel and abyss as your scary dog privilege on campus.

"... are you actually scared of me?" ABYSS gives you a melancholy smile as he asks you a question of his own. he had always dreaded the day that you would admit your fear of him because of his evil eye; although he knew that you would never leave him simply because of that, he still can't help but be scared of the slightest possibility that you might.

he slowly reaches for your face and gingerly cups your cheek, as if he's scared that you might reject him and pull away from his touch. he lets out the bated breath he didn't know he had been holding when you don't, and caresses the soft skin with his thumb.

"i know it's selfish of me to say this... but please don't leave me. you're all that i have, and life is only worth fighting for when you're there," he admits. abyss had a rough past where he was unloved even by his own parents, so when you approached him with a smile that shines like the light of dawn, he found himself unable to let go of your outstretched hand.

however, if the situation ever calls for it, he's willing to learn to let go. "if there ever comes a time when you're no longer by my side... then i'll accept it. but if anyone tries to take you against your will..." there's a pause as his left eye glints. "then i'll make sure that they're the ones who disappear."

WIRTH lets out a loud laugh before leaning towards your face with a smirk. "And who would dare to take you away from me?" he'll gladly challenge anyone who attempts to do so, and he's confident that he'll win. "you've always been bad at hide and seek too, so how would you even hide from me?"

"just answer the damn question," you say with a huff, "it's not that deep. it's only a 'what if'." propping his chin on the palm of his hand, he mulls over what you had asked. if you disappeared because someone took you away...

"well, i'll simply find you and make the perpetrator suffer," he replies, "by the time i notice your disappearance, you wouldn't have gone far anyway." then, there's a long, awkward pause as wirth averts his gaze, like he wants to say something else but is reluctant to.

after a moment, he adds in a more serious tone, "if you need any protection, don't hesitate to find me. i promise i'll keep you safe." you can't help but feel a bit shy hearing those words come from him.

CARPACCIO is eerily silent. he doesn't even look at you. he could only try to think of what his life would be like in your absence… and decides that he doesn't want to consider the possibility.

"disappear where?" he asks as he finally meets your nervous gaze, "would you disappear unwillingly? or of your own accord?" cupping his chin, he thinks about your question more thoroughly and tries to apply it in the different situations he could come up with.

"if you were taken against your will, then the most logical thing to do is rescue you," he answers, spinning his knife around his fingers, "and of course, i'll make sure that whoever kidnapped you will be in so much pain that they wish they're dead." a slight shiver went down your spine; you could actually see carpaccio doing that.

"but if you left on your own, then..." carpaccio trails off for a moment, unsure of how to vocalise his thoughts. "... i'd still find you, i guess. and try to figure out why you left."

carpaccio knows that the question you asked is merely hypothetical... but he can't stop himself from thinking that he may have done something to make you consider disappearing from his life. he'd try to figure out what instigated those thoughts of yours before finally asking you.

"i have ways of looking for missing people. just finding you would be child's play," ORTER answers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "is that all you'd like to discuss with me? please stop wasting my time with your nonsensical questions. if you're that unhappy with our engagement, take it up with my father."

he doesn't want to admit it, but he's actually thinking about your question far too much to the point that it's affecting his daily life. he gets visibly agitated whenever he's not in your presence, which doesn't go unnoticed by kaldo, who proceeds to tease him. "what got you so nervous, hm? worried that your future spouse won't be happy with you once you're married?"

if renatus happens to be passing by, he'd join in by saying, "he brought it upon himself. who asked him to be an ass fiance? i wouldn't be surprised if they plan on disappearing from his sight."

renatus' words would get orter thinking. after pondering your question more, he'd come to the conclusion that you feel neglected and are planning to leave him soon. the mere thought makes his chest feel painfully tight, and he'd drop whatever he's doing to search for you.

the longer he takes to find you, the more anxious he feels inside. the moment he sees you, he'd grab your shoulder and roughly turn you around to confirm that it's really you. you're surprised to see the dread on his countenance, which gradually dissipates once he's sure that he has found you.

there's a flash of guilt in his eyes, and as he gently takes your hand in his, he quietly says, "i'm sorry. please... don't ever leave my side."

(you can read kaldo's part here)

[yuorumi]

─ when annoyances turn to comprehension

dr. ratio's vexation in being friends with a fool in love.

note. gender neutral reader & inspired by @/genshinarchives. be warned that I have not yet caught up with the quest so they might be a little ooc but if it works it works. unedited.

dr. ratio's just about had it with you.

no, you weren't one of ailing students who couldn't comprehend his brilliant and meticulous lectures on things many couldn't decipher heads or tails of unless they've had his guidance. and even then, the amount of students who would reluctantly approach him after class is a number far greater than he'd like for there to be.

you were not a coworker either, getting on his last nerves just as he was about to retire for the night and soak up a long needed bath (aeon knows just how much he's depending on that just to make it through the next day) and asking him questions that make him ponder why they were even a teacher at all.

no, dr. ratio's never even met you.

however, from the stories he's heard about you from the insane gambler, he's had just about enough information to write an entire encyclopedia about every single detail in your life and over. things like your usual routine, what you like for breakfast, what snacks you pick up from the store and the adorable habits you seem to have when you're just sitting around breathing.

for once, the luminous genius finds himself cursing his ability to remember things down to the last detail and growing overly concerned over the fact his eyes might actually roll to the back of his head from doing it so many times. the number of migraines you induce on him when he doesn't even know what you look like is a figure he doesn't bother to keep count of anymore.

ratio swears that when he's in the presence of the blond there's a guarantee he's going to hear your name from his lips at least thrice. anything and everything can remind aventurine of you, apparently.

they could be talking about chalk or the most complicated mathematics to mankind and he'd still hear your name.

"... fools I tell you! I've given everything they need to solve such a simple problem and they still can't even begin to comprehend it! "

"speaking of problems, I wonder if [name]'s managed to find a way to get their computer fixed yet..." cue yet another eye roll.

by now he's sure that you and aventurine had to be dating, there's just no other explanation for his infatuation and his need to bring your presence everywhere with him. but when he found out that you two weren't, he was left momentarily stumped.

"tell me, should I go this shade of green or this purple? "

"I don't know why you're asking me such a question when you already have a lover to answer them for you."

"... we aren't dating, doctor."

"... what? "

ratio's never been more confused in his entire life than in that moment.

and when aventurine finally has the gal to introduce you to him, he finds that perhaps the information he has about you stored somewhere within in vast brain might come in handy after all.