#I'm basically also always open to take questions about the musical too

[sturnsdarling]

You're much better company, tough girl

fratboy!matt has met his match with smartand'mean'!reader, and he can't get enough of her

vibe check: SMUT, mattthemunch, unprotected cuddle time (I'd tell you to wrap it but i'm not your mother) bigdick!matt, choking, spitting, praise, reader strumming the bean, pet names (angel, tough girl), all that good stuff.

4k words

A/N: This concept was born from and is my take on the wonderful, amazing and ridiculously talented @sturnioz fratboy!matt au, and its also my first fic so, be kind.

love and cigs, merc

The autumn air was cold, and the fishnets on your legs weren’t doing you any favours. you’d snuck out the party to escape the weirdo guy that was basically stalking you since you had arrived. You'd hoped to find your friend, but she was somewhere tangled up with one of the resident frat boys, her shy demeanour acting like catnip to the renowned player Chris Sturniolo. You found yourself outside the front of the house, genuinely considering leaving, but knowing your friend would need company once Chris inevitably got bored of her. From around the corner, you heard  a lighter flick and the deep inhale that normally follows, turning and walking down to the side of the house, you saw a shadowy figure being periodically illuminated by the butt of his cigarette. 

"What're you doin’ out here?" you questioned, walking over to Matt who was leant against the side of the house, trying to escape the "new age, shit rap music" Chris put on.

Matt held up the cig in his fingers and gave you a short smile, before placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a long drag, his jawline becoming even more prominent as his cheeks hollowed slightly. 

"Thought you didn't smoke?" you said, arms folded over your chest as the cold air bit at your nearly bare legs. 

"I don't smoke weed, but, I do love my cigs" He held the open box out to you and you pulled one out, placing it between your lips gently. He brandished his silver lighter in front of your face and lit the cigarette, absentmindedly staring at the way the flame illuminated your features. 

"Chris is the stoner, kid fuckin' loves it" He said as he flicked the lighter closed and placed it back in his pocket. 

"Cigarettes still contain drugs, y'know that right?" You smirked, taking a drag and letting the smoke come out with every word. 

"Yes, smart-ass I know that" He quipped back, "everyone needs a vice, you know?" 

You giggled slightly as his philosophy, "a vice? you need something to help you escape the plaguing reality of being a frat bro?”, smiling as you placed the cig between your teeth and took another drag.

“Ugh, don't call me that" he responded, spitting the foul taste out of his mouth onto the floor, "besides..." He paused to take a drag, "If I was a frat bro, which I'm not, I could have a plaguing sense of reality, frat boys have feelings too you know, kid" he smiled, his perfect teeth almost reflecting the light from the street lamps. 

“oh, do tell, what plagues the infamous Matthew Sturniolo" you grinned at him, rolling your eyes in faux sympathy.

"Infamous? ouch.” He held his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. 

Pausing for a moment, he looked at you and then to the floor, shuffling where he leant slightly and shrugging his shoulders, "I dunno, l've always got somthin' going on up there" He gestured to his temple with the cig in his fingers.

“But, 'nough about me, what're you doin' out here?" he asked, desperately trying to change the topic from himself, pointing his cigarette at you in an accusatory

"Came lookin’ for you" you said, blowing the smoke from your pursed lips. 

His eyebrows raised at your confession, "Me?" He questioned. 

"mhm" You nodded, taking another drag. 

“Why?” his brows furrowed as smoke bellowed out his open mouth. 

“I didn’t actually, jus' thought you’d like the flattery” You chuckled, ashing your cigarette.

“wow, okay, how tough are you?” He smirked, standing up from his leant position and throwing his cigarette to the floor, just before stamping it out. 

“Me? tough? never.” You said sarcastically, placing your cigarette back in your mouth. 

Matt came forward slightly and pulled the tiny stick from your lips, placing it between his own and taking a drag whilst maintaining a firm stare. You watched him intently, your big eyes burning holes into his as he placed the cigarette back into your mouth. 

“You didn’t answer my question, kid” he said, his tone faltering as he blew the smoke from his mouth.

a long huff left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, “I needed to escape this guy, he was fuckin’ relentless and I was not into it”. 

Matt paused for a moment, still baring down into you, “yeah?” half of his teeth coming onto display as a smirk encapsulated his face, “what are you into?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly so he was even closer to you, his breath nearly touching the cold apples of your cheeks. 

As he was speaking you took a long drag, and in response to his clear attempt to rile you up, you blew the smoke into his face with pursed lips and a smile. Matt blinked slowly with raised brows at your bravery, letting the wind carry the smoke from his face. 

“What do you think i’m into, Matthew?” you asked, matching his earlier cadence. 

“I think, you act all tough, but really, you want someone to tell you to sit down, shut up, and to take it like the pretty, pretty girl you are” he said, so non-challant you’d think he was explaining that the sky is blue. 

Your breath hitched in your chest, and your eyes fluttered slightly, not quite fully closing. 

A cheshire cat smile formed on Matts face, he knew exactly what type of girl you were from the moment he laid eyes on you on the first day of the semester. 

“You think I’m pretty?” you asked in a condescending tone, pulling your confidence back, trying to ignore the growing sensation in your stomach. 

Matt simply nodded in response, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trail down past your neck and over your bare arms. At some point during your back and forth, Matt had edged his face impossibly close to yours, he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your head up to face him, 

“I think you’re beautiful, tough girl” he whispered, almost into your mouth as it parted with his words. 

With that, you threw your cigarette to the floor and thrust your lips into his, the force pushing him backwards to into the wall he was leant on only moments ago. His hands found your waist, pulling you in tight against him as yours pulled and tugged at the loose brown curls on the back of his head. The kiss was feverish, animalistic and messy, you were positioned snug between his legs as one of his hands found its way to the covered flesh of your ass, he squeezed it with a low growl and slapped it quickly after, rubbing the sting away with a soft hand. The sensation caused you to whimper into his mouth, jolting against him as his hand smacked your ass. He chuckled into the kiss, his hands roaming all the way up your back and into your hair. He pulled you off him with a firm hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make noises like that” he dipped his head down, capturing your neck in his teeth and soothing the sting with a flat, warm tongue. 

“Matt” you whispered, your head hanging on your shoulders, resting in Matts large palm. “What’s up, angel?” he murmured from the curve where your neck and shoulders meet.

“I’m not—shit— I’m not gonna fuck you round the side of your house” You manage to get out, slightly distracted by the sensation of Matt nipping at sucking at your neck. 

“Let’s go inside then” You even mentioning fucking him was enough permission to take your hand and drag you inside. 

The music boomed against your skull as he pulled you through the party with your hand in his, both of you ignoring everyone that tried to spark up some kind of drunken conversation. He led you up the large staircase in the centre of the main room, his focus on your destination only faltering to glance at Chris who, had your best friend tucked under his arm on the sofa, the pair exchanged a knowing look and Chris shot Matt a wink, quickly returning his attentions to the shy girl perched next to him. As you and Matt reached the top of the staircase, he turned, pulling you into him for the second time that night for a desperate kiss. This time, he leant down, taking the backs of your thighs in his hands with a tap that you knew meant ‘jump’. You obliged and within moments, you were being thrust into his dimly lit bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot, never breaking the kiss, and walked the two of you over to his bed, placing you down somewhat gently onto the brown satin sheets. 

“You’re so pretty, y’know that?” he said breathlessly, breaking the kiss to tear off his red sweatshirt. 

“I think you mentioned it once or twice” You replied, desperately clawing at the back of his neck to pull him back into you, your legs loose around his waist. 

“Such a smart-ass” he groaned, his hand suddenly gripping your throat as he pushed you back down onto his sheets, squeezing the sides of your neck. 

You moaned at the sensation, brows furrowing as your hips involuntarily bucked upwards. Matt chucked at your responsiveness, his hand trailing down your chest to toy with the hem of your top. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, softly. 

“mhm” you nodded, desperately. 

“Words, angel, I need words” he halted his movements, his voice stern. 

“Yes, Matt, take it off, please”  The pleading in your tone evident, despite your attempt to be moody. 

“Begging already? I knew I’d like you” with that he pulled your top over your head and left you exposed in your lacy black bra, your hard nipples perking through the sheer fabric. 

“Fuck” Matt uttered under his breath, his large hands roaming around your nearly bare torso. 

He couldn’t help himself, he leant down, pulling the thin fabric from your tit and wrapped his mouth around your hardened nipple, grinding down onto your core as he did, chasing the friction. Your head rolled back at the feeling, and as if on instinct, your hips rolled against his. Matt trailed his kisses down your stomach, each one igniting a hot fire all over your skin. He hooked his fingers round the hem of your skirt, still trailing hot, wet kisses down your heaving torso. He looked up at you, being met with your pleading eyes staring down at him.

“Can I?” he tugged slightly at your skirt. 

“yes, please” you nodded frantically, lifting your hips up to aid him in removing the fabric that separated his mouth from your aching cunt. 

“Such a fast learner, such a good girl” he smiled as he pulled your skirt down over your knees, leaving you in nothing but your bra, fishnets and thin black panties. 

“Jesus christ” he said as he perched on his knees by the edge of the bed, “these are staying on” he said, caressing your legs with firm hands. 

He edged his hands further down towards your core, spreading your thighs apart for him as he lowered himself down, hooking your legs over his shoulders. As his hands reached where you ached for him the most, he pressed firm fingers across your pussy, rubbing upwards and finishing his movement with a short circle of both of his thumbs over your throbbing clit. With one quick motion, he ripped a hole in your fishnets, exposing your dripping cunt to him as your wetness seeped through the thin fabric of your thong. His eyes might as well have sparkled at the sight, 

“Look at that, tough girl, you’re all wet over me taking charge” he said, taking a finger and swiping it up the wetness that had collected  at the entrance to your pussy. 

You whimpered, bucking your hips once again at the stimulation, whining slightly in attempts to coax him into touching you properly. 

“I need to taste you, angel, can I?” he asked, like a boy begging to stay up to see Santa on christmas morning. 

“Yes, Matt, please, fuckin' hurry up already” you whine, desperate and aching for any sense of relief from this agonising feeling. 

He didn’t need any more permission, with a low hum (more like a fucking growl), he pulled your soaked panties to the side with vigour and latched his mouth around your clit. Your back arched off the bed immediately, his tongue sending sweet euphoria up your spine as it toyed with your sensitive bud. The moan that escaped you was pornographic, and it only egged him on further. He slipped his tongue into your entrance, lapping at the juices that seeped from your hole as his thumb found your clit, moving in slow circles over the sensitive bud. He moaned into your pussy, as if he was getting off on eating you out, the vibrations from his groaning only adding to the knot growing in your stomach. Your hands found his hair, tugging at the messy brown curls that covered his beautiful face as he devoured you. 

“Fuck, Matt, that feels so fucking good” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he moved once more to suck on your clit. 

His fingers swirled and prodded at your slick entrance, your walls nearly sucking him in as they clenched around nothing. He took your incessant moans as invitation to insert two long fingers all the way inside of you, curling up into that perfect gummy spot as he did. Your thighs clenched around his head, tensing and shaking as he brought you to the edge. He raised himself up slightly, pushing your legs apart with his forearms and pinning you down under his weight, his fingers relentlessly curling into you as he sucked and lapped at your clit, desperate to make you come undone all over his mouth. You tugged at his curls once more, earning a deep groan from him that vibrated around your clit and, that feeling, coupled with the warm pressure of his body weight on your thighs and his intense, animalistic eye contact, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your whole body shaking as you moaned his name over and over again, bucking your hips up into his face as he continued his pace, mercilessly lapping at your sopping pussy. You started to tether on the edge of overstimulation just as he pulled his mouth from you, his fingers still pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. You stared down at him with fluttery eyes, your fingers caressing his scalp as he helped you ride out your orgasm with a tender smile and tiny bites down the inside of your thigh. 

He pulled his fingers from you and got to his feet, the bed shifted under his weight as he brought himself up to hover over you. 

He traced the outline of your plump lips with the tip of his finger, asking for invitation. You obliged and opened your mouth, exposing a flat tongue to him. 

“Taste how sweet you are, angel. fuckin’ delicious” He said, placing his fingers on your tongue before edging them down your throat, watching intently as you gagged around them. 

He chuckled slightly at your submissiveness, pulling his fingers from your throat and trailing them down your chin. He placed a firm palm on the front of your neck and pulled you into a kiss, his face still wet from your cum. You whimpered into the kiss, frantic hands moving down in between you in attempts to unbutton his jeans. He smiled into the kiss and squeezed the sides of your throat with his fingers, bucking his hips into your hands as they freed him of the confines of the thick denim. He assisted you in pushing his jeans down his legs, not once breaking the kiss as he expertly shuffled them off and kicked them across the room. He crawled back on top of you and pushed you further up the bed, with one hand on the back of your thigh and the other round your neck, he hooked your leg over his waist and began to grind down into your sensitive core, the fabric of his black boxers giving just the right amount of friction between you. 

“Matt, I need you inside of me, now.” you whine, the demand sending shivers up Matts spine as he locked eyes with you. 

“What’s the magic word, pretty girl” He smirked, you rolled your eyes in response and brought your other leg to hook around his waist, your feet locking him in. 

“Please, matt” you reluctantly (you loved it) begged. 

“So good for me, angel” he smiled as your hands snaked their way into his boxers, palming his hard cock. 

Your eyes widened slightly at the size and he noticed, a sense of pride washing over him, “Bigger than you thought it would be?” he smirked.

 A wave of nervousness overcame you but you pushed it down, biting your lip and tightening your grip on his throbbing member, “I always knew you’d be huge, the quiet ones always are” you said, pumping him slowly. 

He couldn’t help but rut into your hand, his head falling into the curve of your neck as he palmed your tit, pinching at your hard nipple whilst his other hand left bruises on your thigh. Small whispers left his mouth and fell onto your skin, his warm breath only turning you on even more. You pushed his boxers down completely and he kicked them off, looking down at where you were attempting to line him up with your weeping entrance. 

“So needy, huh? tough girl? lemme help you angel” He pressed his tip against your folds and aided you in guiding himself into your slick walls. 

The feeling of him stretching you out made your back arch off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for some sort of leverage. He chuckled slightly, slowly thrusting his leaking tip in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size inch by inch as he trailed soft kisses down your jaw and neck, biting every so often only to sooth the sting with his warm tongue. 

The feeling was euphoric, he was somehow keeping you between feeling completely satisfied and overstimulated all at once. 

“fuck, angel” he drew out, “y'so fuckin’ tight and m'not even half way in— Jesus christ- y'gonna be the death of me” he grunted, capturing your open mouth in a wet and tender kiss, his tongue pressed against yours as he thrusted into you completely, bottoming out. 

You both moan at the feeling, your legs tensed around his waist and your arms found home draped over his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair. 

He pulled out of you almost entirely, still kissing you mercilessly before thrusting into you again, this time with a lot more force. You moaned into his mouth, tugging at his hair to counter the sting of your pussy, blissfully stretched out around him and aching for him to move faster. 

Matt broke the kiss, taking your jaw in his hand and squeezing your mouth open, he gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and lowered it towards yours. You caught it on your tongue and swallowed it with a smile as he watched in awe.

“You’re perfect” he uttered, leaning down to kiss your squished lips before releasing your jaw and earning another smile from you. 

With that, he set a relentless pace, fucking you into the bed with each hard thrust. You moaned out his name, pulling him in impossibly close to you with both your grip round his waist and your hands in his hair. His head fell next to yours, hot breath panting in your ear as he moaned and whimpered at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him. 

“Fuck matt, you're so big, stretching me out s’much, oh my fucking god” you trail off, your words bouncing with every merciless thrust. 

“Take it angel, fuckin’ take it, I know you can” he panted into your ear, sucking on the lobe. 

He slowed his pace but fucked you harder, each thrust inciting a pornographic moan from your lips. 

“you sound s'good when you moan, so fuckin’ sexy” he groaned, pounding into you harder just to earn those beautiful whimpers from you. 

His tip formed a bulge in your lower stomach, poking out of you over and over again as he hit your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge for the second time that night. You brought a hand up to his mouth, silently asking for permission to collect some spit from the pad of his tongue, he obliged, biting your fingers slightly before you pulled them from his mouth and placed them down between the two of you, rubbing fast circles over your clit. The stimulation made your walls clench around him, milking his painfully hard cock. 

“Fuck, oh my, fuck, keep doing that, pretty girl, keep touching yourself for me” his command comes out in a near whimper. 

“Matt, m'gonna— “ before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your thighs shaking around his waist as white hot tingles covered your entire body, you clenched your eyes shut and all you could see was stars as you came all over his dick. 

“You’re clenching me so hard right now angel, y'gonna make me cum, look at me pretty girl, please, let me see those pretty eyes” Matt rambled as his high was rapidly approaching, his pace quickening as his movements became sloppy, 

“cum inside me, please matt, I need it” you cried out, still reeling in the after shock of your crippling orgasm. 

With your pleading, he realised strings of warm cum inside you, coating your walls as he fucked his seed into you, riding out his orgasm, shaking and trying desperately not to buckle completely on top of you. 

He thrusted in and out a few more times before reluctantly pulling out, the cold air hitting his softening cock as he fell down next to you, immediately bringing you into his side and pulling at your limbs so you were lazily draped over him. 

You laid there, panting in each others arms, both trying to catch your breath as the sound of the party suddenly became more prominent from the other side of his bedroom door. “You” he said, still catching his breath, “are incredible.” He turned his head to look down at you.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Matthew” you smiled, bringing your finger to trace along his pink bottom lip. 

He watched as you admired the plump skin for a moment and with a smile, he bit the tip of your finger. You giggled and pulled your hand from his mouth, resting it on his now steady chest. 

“Can I see you again?” he asked, captivated by the way your face lights up when you laugh. 

“If you actually start coming to classes, you’ll see me all the time” you taunted him.

“Oh, I’m gonna have the best fuckin’ attendance in this whole college” he responded, pulling you fully on top of him. 

You squealed at the sudden movement and shifted to straddle his lap. You sat up, looking down at him as he tugged and needed at the flesh around your hips. 

“They’re all probably wondering where you are” you said, referring to the hoard of people in his home. 

“Fuck ‘em, they’re all losers anyway” he leant up closer to you, a sneaky hand came and wrapped itself around your neck, pulling you desperately close to his face.

“You’re much better company, tough girl” he whispered through a smile before capturing your mouth in a tender yet rough kiss.

[grahstumhurts]

1. Ignition

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

a/n - n/n basically means nickname

“Hey” Lara waves a hand over your face “You good? Zoned out for a good five minutes. Anything you wanna talk about?” She questions the look on your face, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Noticing the deepness in your thoughts in the way your face had scrunched up.

“I'm good, Dont worry about me.” You shrug her hand off your shoulder, standing up to put your guitar strap on. “What are we working on today?” All four of your band had gathered in Dani’s garage, which had become a tradition ever since forming your quartet. Meeting up every Tuesday and Thursday to work on music together, With Lara as vocals, Dani as bass, Yoonchae on drums and You on guitar and main songwriter. 

“We are voting on prom performance songs” Dani grins, “As the leader of our band, I say we should do either Still into you or Fender. if your done that is.”

“Either one works for me.” Yoonchae chimes in, quietly tuning her drum kit.

“I'm down to sing still into you” Lara shrugs and looks over at me expectantly. “What bout’ you? Still into you fits your vibes currently since you're still not over megan.” Dani slaps Laras arm, “Ow what its true!” She rubs her arm. 

“Fenders my vote, Dani?” you glance over at dani who is still glaring at Lara. “For the record I'm over her.” You go back to playing around with your pick, One that Megan had given you when you were kids. A pink hello kitty one with her worn out initials on the back. 

“You still using that pick says a lot, Yn” Dani scoffs “But i can ask if we do both? I’m sure Ms Grant wont mind us doing two” She shrugs, 

“Well some of the lyrics on fender need some reworking since i haven't finished it.” you add in, “I’m like, 80% done though. Shouldn't take too long” you glance into your notebook, the lyrics scribbled in, varieties of different coloured pens from when you had woken up and scribbled something down. You hand it over to Lara, who takes a quick read and nods. 

“This is probably some of your best work so far, Personally.” She smiles, “No offence to the other songs in this tragedy of a notebook”

“None taken, Some of those were horrid” You chuckle. “Lets work on still into you first though, I’ll finish up fender in the next couple of days.” You strum your guitar to check its tuning before turning on the amp. 

-

Wednesdays were always the worst. You shared one class with Megan and that was Psychology. On Wednesdays Psych was always first period, which means you had to see her with Greg. Greg is an asshole to say the least, He always teases Yoonchae, who's a sophomore while he's a Senior. Calling her a bunch of racist slurs and other things cause she's a transfer student from Korea, Not sure he realises Megan is also Asian. Pretty fucking ironic honestly. Greg always flirts with Megan any chance he gets. It's hard not to pay attention to his poor attempts at flirting with her when he's so bad at it. 

You sit in your regular spot waiting for Ms Ginberg, You open up your notebook and work on changing up some of the lyrics that didn't work. 

“Im hiding in the trunk im crossing my legs,” You mumble under your breath, “What's another word for crossing?” You rub your forehead as you repeat your question aloud.

“Pretzeling is a good word. If that's what you're looking for?” Megan stands by your desk, Close enough to notice the scent of oranges and persimmons, Her favourite fruits. “You write music now, That's pretty cool, N/n” She smiles at you, as if she hadn't been ignoring you for the past year.

“Thanks,” You avoid eye contact with her, scribbling down the word in place of crossing. “I'm hiding in the trunk, I'm pretzeling my legs. Sounds a lot better.” 

“Whats this song even about?” She questions you, looking into your notebook glancing around at the different lyrics. 

“Its nothing, just something i'm working on” You hastily close the book and shove it into your bag. “Since when do you care what i'm doing?” You scoff under your breath as Ms Ginberg walks in, Megan returns to her normal seat next to Greg with a slightly hurt expression.

-

Class goes as usual, Ms Ginberg teaches nothing, Greg flirts with Megan,Ms Ginberg assigns you way too much homework, and the list goes on. You gotta give it to Greg, he is persistent. Megan comes up behind you after class ends, Taps your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hey, Can we talk after school?” She asks, with a seemingly large amount of sincerity “I owe you an apology and an explanation.”

“What makes you care now?” You cross your arms over your chest and give her a disappointed look “You haven't seemed to care for two years, Megan.” It hurts to call her that when you’ve known her for all your life as Meg or Meimei. 

“Look, Just hear me out. You don't have to do anything afterwards, I'll leave you be. But just take a chance on me okay?” She pleads with you.

“Fine, I’ll meet you outside the gate and we’ll talk there.” You sigh deeply, “I’ve gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you around, Megan” You walk off, knocking your shoulders together as you push past her to your second class of the day. Lara ambushes you on your way to your shared ceramics class. 

“So, what's the deal with you and Megan anyway?” She gives you a knowing look “If you're not over her just say so, Saw you talking to her earlier.”

“She wanted to talk, I dunno what about but it seems important I guess.” You shrug “I’m not entirely sure if I'm totally over her now.” You sigh again and Lara rolls her eyes

“I knew it, Dude, seriously its not that embarrassing as you think.” She pushes your shoulder playfully “First girl crushes be like that for real.” she laughs after her last comment.

A/n EEEK SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS FIRST CHAPTER CAME OUT WOOOWOWOOO

[madschiavelique]

hii my love! would u mind doing a little blurb on miguel finding out the woman he has been seeing is a stripper? she just feels so embarrassed to admit that and scared It would drive him away but instead he’s pretty much more open about it and become far too protective too. thank you:))

OMG ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OUR BRAINS CONNECTED because listen : i have an au in mind where my spiderpersona is a succub in a strip club, and basically when Miguel is brought there by his friends, they meet

SO YEA i'm living for stripper!reader x miguel (also this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away fdkzefrgd - the club scene from Closer really inspired me for this)... now i want to make a multiple chapter fic on stripper!reader x miguel hELP

summary : miguel discovers you're a stripper

content warnings : NSFW, stripper!reader, reader gives a little private show to miguel (just removes the top though, doesn't reveal the cunt), fem!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k song mentionned : world outside - the devlins

tag list : @fandom-ash

Up until now, you had decided to keep your professional occupation to Miguel, for one simple reason: fear.

Fear filled your stomach at the thought of telling him you were a stripper. You and Miguel had been dating for some time, and had quickly become close. The bond was shaping up to be strong, and you were worried that the information about your job would ruin everything.

He'd already asked you a few times what you were doing, but you'd always managed to deflect the subject elegantly. Yet there's no stopping Miguel's determination and curiosity, least of all when the topic of conversation turns out to be you.

So he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but couldn't resist: while you were out working, he asked Lyla where you were.

She'd given him an address, and some information about it...

"A club?" he'd asked, looking at the street information for the address. "A strip club," Lyla had corrected. "There's no mistake? Are you sure?" he'd questioned, taking a closer look at the establishment's hours and information. "Have you ever seen me calculate a lot of errors?" sighed the artificial intelligence.

Never. Hardly ever had he seen her fail in this area. Maybe you weren't really a dancer there, maybe you were a bartender, or a waitress, who knows. Only, the idea of seeing you wearing a fine outfit and swaying on a stage was strangely appealing to him.

Without missing a beat, he made his way to the address. It wasn't far, which surprised him as much as it reassured him. The very idea that your place of work wasn't far from home appealed to him, as it ensured that if you ever needed to be picked up for any reason, he'd be there.

He arrived at the entrance, breathing in, passed the bouncers who joked that with his build he could get into the business, and entered.

Blue light from two corner spotlights illuminated red velvet-covered staircases leading downwards. He moved forward, the mirrored walls reflecting him. The room's bass could already be heard from outside, but now he could hear the music more clearly.

You light up my dreams, light up my skin. You're so far away, you're holding it in.

The place was quite crowded, and Miguel noticed a fair number of men in suits and ties. He wouldn't have cared in any other context about the consumption habits of these men here, but suddenly the very idea that there were potentially regulars coming to see you displeased him enormously.

As for the place, it smelled of violets and lemongrass. The ceiling was high, revealing a second floor from which hung three chandeliers surrounded by red cubes.

Spotlights were placed here and there, illuminating the important places: the round tables, like the one next to Miguel on which two women on their knees were swaying, undressing each other under the watchful eyes of all the men around the table; the U-shaped bar, from either end of which women were dancing in wisps of sinuous white smoke; and pole-dancing pedestals on their red-lit floor that emphasized the curves of the dancers placed on them.

And he recognized one of the dancers: it was you.

It was an evening like any other, your garter belt was already generously stuffed with bills of various colors against your thigh and you'd already put on a private show. You were on the pole bar, dancing and undulating your body against it under the round, adoring eyes of your little audience.

You'd been in the business for a while now, and you'd managed to make more friends than enemies in the club, enough so that your colleagues became your buddies.

In fact, your friend right next to you softly called your name, and you turned to her as you danced.

"Did you see the one that just came in? He's huge," she pointed out, smiling at the customers around you. "And pretty good looking too."

As you continued your endless choreography, you glanced surreptitiously at the said customer. But your heart dropped into your stomach for a moment as you met Miguel's gaze.

You hesitated between freezing on the spot and running away, but instead tried to keep your cool and your professionalism and continue your dance until he arrived near the pedestal.

"This one," you pointed out to your friend, "is for me."

She gave a little laugh as you motioned for another dancer to take your place and gracefully stepped off your pedestal, advancing towards Miguel as you would a normal customer

"So this was where you were hiding?" asked Miguel a little above the music, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, as inquisitive as you were nervous.

"Curiosity got the better of me, and I was right to give in to temptation."

He was watching your outfit, which emphasized your body, your curves highlighted by the glitter and rhinestones mixed with the laces. You were close to him, almost to the point where a simple movement on Miguel's part would allow your two bodies to meet.

"But I'd prefer to discuss this somewhere else...?" he says.

"I'm in the middle of working hours, but... how about a private show?" you offered, drawing even closer to him as your eyes seemed to him irresistible through your lashes.

He shuddered.

"I'd like that."

You smiled softly, taking his hand to guide him towards one of the Paradise Suites. You guided him a little further until you came to a door you knew well and opened it to let him in.

A round sofa circled a round table at its center, the latter illuminated in pink. A strip of light circled the sofa, another path laid out to encourage strippers to be creative and use the room as they saw fit. You weren't expecting to give Miguel a private show tonight, but fate had played a nice trick on you.

You guided him to the sofa, letting him settle there as you climbed up on the table, looking at him with eyes that were usually calculated to convey desire, but this time really felt it.

And he looked at you with, his were dark, pools of ink attentive to your every move.

"How long have you been doing this?" he'd ask, his attention unwavering.

"Five months," you toyed lightly with one of your shoulder straps as you let your other hand roam your body.

He was going to be able to ask you all the questions that came to mind, only if he didn't get too distracted by your beauty.

"Are you allowed to flirt?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." you replied, letting your hand slide down your chest.

"Do you have any regulars?" he leaned forward, his head tilted back to watch you dance.

"Yes, I do. Private clients as well." you turned, your back to him to loosen your corset behind your waist, undulating your body.

The idea that you had regular clients here wasn't disturbing, but the fact that you had private ones displeased him a little more, for the fact that your security was much less framed than it was here.

"I want names."

You let out a small laugh as you turned to face him again.

"You want to make me lose my job?" you knelt on the round table to get to his level.

"No, I want to replace them." he said, his eyes moving from yours to your fingers removing the first strap.

"I'm not allowed to have relationships outside of the club with clients," you countered, tracing the skin of your bare thigh sensually.

"And what do you usually do?" his chest puffed out as he inhaled, feeling a little hotter little by little.

"I dance, I talk, I laugh, I strip, and that is all." you confirmed as you removed the second strap, and with a simple movement unhooked the little clip between your breasts to reveal them.

His eyes were eager, watching your perfect breasts as he parted his lips, mouth agape.

"No touching?" he questioned, eyes still on your body.

"No touching, you can just slide the tips in the garter belt" you advised, your hand sliding against the latter where a few bills were lodged.

"What would happen if I touched you now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

"I would like it," you said, shifting your legs over the front to stand up again on the table gently, "but the security cameras would notice, and probably get you out of here."

Miguel looked up, just above the table, on the ceiling, was a small half globe with a small point of red light.

"Pays well?

"Very well." you smiled, your hands playing dangerously with the string of your thong.

"How much will it cost me to be here with you?"

Miguel wasn't afraid of going broke here, especially for you, he was plenty rich enough for that.

"Depends on what you want." thinking that maybe Miguel didn't want to make you work right now, you got off the table and climbed onto the sofa and then its edge instead, sitting there.

"How high are the prices? I haven't seen the menu of services."

"Our VIP options can go up to 1500 dollars." you say wearily, pretending to walk your index and middle fingers in his direction on the strip of light.

"1500?" he almost exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"Mhm," you hummed, "two hours with two dancers and a bottle of Don Perignon."

He turned towards you, coming closer, his head level with your thigh as his eyes inevitably fell on the bills you'd been given.

"And what's the price if I only want you and nothing else with me?" he questioned as his gaze returned to yours.

"Here, from 80 dollars I can give you a 10-minute air dance." you said as you leaned towards him, your faces close but not yet touching. "Outside, nothing."

A small, proud smile appeared on his lips. However, you being far too hot and gorgeous, he was beginning to feel tight in his clothes, especially his pants.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, sitting up differently, your eyes falling on his crotch and smiling as you bit your lip.

"Five o'clock. Will you last until then?"

He sighed, his eyes falling on your lips, eager.

"I just don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands to myself."

You smiled, then straightened up, reaching for your top. But Miguel took his wallet out of his pocket and slipped a bill under your garter belt. To be deprived of a view like this? Never. You smile a little more, and sit back down on the table, kneeling upright to let him get a good look at you.

He leaned towards you again, intertwining his fingers as his gaze softened slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed, biting your cheek as you looked down at your hands carefully placed in your lap.

"I was scared," you admitted with a sigh. "Scared that this would end what we have."

You knew that not all men or simply partners were comfortable with their halves being strippers, and the idea that Miguel shared that opinion terrified you.

"Nena," he called your nickname.

Your head was still down, and you felt the soft sensation of money paper under your chin. Miguel straightened your jaw with a bill, bringing his eyes to yours.

"This isn't a problem to me." he smiled, lowering his hand to place the bill under the elastic of your belt. "This is actually really good."

Confusion seized you along with relief, causing you to frown while sporting a grin.

"Why?"

He tilted his head to one side, smiling proudly.

"I get the satisfaction for everyone to see how gorgeous you are, while being the only one who has the right to touch you."

You let out a small burst of voice somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, the relief of his answer washing over you like a wave of comfort.

After that, he'd deserved more than just a show.

[cl-0v3r]

remember the days when you didn't like ambessa? what changed your mind about her?

HI ANONN , THATS A GOOD QUESTION!

Since the beginning I've always found it hard to trust Ambessa, it's not that I don't believe her experiences, she's one of the smartest characters in the whole show. But It's more about her relationship with Mel, I've always been so unsure about what her true feelings towards Mel are, she is a wolf, but undoubtedly a fox as well. Manipulation is like smooth sailing for her, and finding genuinity in her expressions always came with a little bit of doubt on the side, "Does she actually care? Is she manipulating the people around her -including Mel- JUST to get her way? Is she trustworthy with her intentions and feelings towards Mel?" And etc.

Only a little while ago did I realize that Ambessa is just extremely complex, she has so many layers, to the point where I didn't really have to time to clear my glasses about her character. I hated her for her morals, and i let that affect my interest towards this character as a whole, which is a huge mistake in my book. I also did take her a little personally sometimes, shes really realistic and it scared me a lot.

But ever since riot released the few beggining s2 trailers, I slowly started getting excited to see her. We did not get much screentime with Ambessa in s1, hence why I never felt a close attachment to her, and Mel was another reason on why I didn't like Ambessa because I'm attached to HER the most. Which reflects on my opinions on certain others, sort of like seeing things from her perspective. Mel is basically the base of my opinions on other characters if that makes sense?

Family, especially motherhood tropes are such a weakness for me, seeing her league voicelines and that music video they recently released (blood, sweat & tears) is what tipped the jar completely for me. We never got a clear indication on what Ambessas true perspective was, so finally seeing things from her eyes, hearing what she had to say, seeing how rough her past is made me understand why she became who she is in the current timeline.

And now I feel like I do not need to doubt everything she says, she does indeed love Mel as much as she does kino, she was not telling Mel in episode 9 all those things to weaken her for an open road, no. She'd went through hell and back just to keep her family safe despite how nuanced her actions are. seeing her lore simply made me do an entire 180⁰ turn.

She was going to accept her and her childs death and give in, but instead she chose to fight for her and their lives instead.

Kindred has the Lamb and the wolf. The lamb takes the lives of the dying peacefully, the wolf on the other hand, takes the lives of those who fight for their lives until they're dead.

And I find that interesting, gut wrenching and sickening mentally, thanks riot, good to know Ambessa is locked to the wolf in every single way <333

Thing is, what pains me is that she had no choice, she had to choose to die and leave everyone behind including the unborn child, or become the Medardas dictator, with the expense of her child's inevitable death. (Or perhaps I've taken this wrong)

From my understanding, the MV was more about Kino than it is about Mel, her letting go of the lamb was like handing the lamb for slaughter, a sacrifice, sort of like a "contract". Which lead to Kinos death despite how unrelated it was from kindred (like he didn't die by kindreds hands directly) . Hence why she was crying over the child figure/statue holding the lamb.

And later with the visual presentation of her pain too, someone please take the medardas pains and give it triple the amount to the actual worst fucking person to exist oh my god 😭 😭 😭

To summarize, I just never understood her character properly, I never got myself to do so. and that is a mistake from my side, I am a really visual person and the reason I really love arcane is because they don't really need words to express and show who their characters really are. Theres so many visual secrets and easterggs, expressionism, movements, colors, every single thing matters. And with Ambessa only appearing on the last 2 episodes?? Yeah I never felt like learning about her. But now im slowly starting to do that! She made it from my least character ever to like TOP 5 😭 😭

All of this will not change how horrible she is, she is a painted villain, ambiguous yes, but leaning on the darker sides. But that's what makes her Ambessa and no one else, I will forever hate her morals, I won't defend her actions. but her true intentions are meaningful nonetheless, with all the other characters too.

[chinomiko]

hi! i know it must be kinga boring for you recive questions about castiel bc ppl are obsessed ober him for years but like the other person who asked you a few days ago, i follow you (and ply mcl) for like 10 years and ever since day one my fav boy has been tiel. till this day at the age of 22 he's my favorite and my comfort boy so i joke that he's not a fictional character anymore for me and that i know him personally at this point lol

with that being said, i bet you can imagine that over the years i've been elaborating his personality beyond what the game gives us but he's your boy, you created him therefore you know him and your word is canon, so i'd like to ask a few stuff!! nothing too big, dont worry but here we go.

tiel is an amazing songwriter and since he's very emotional not very good at express it (he does it a lot better now that he's an adult 🥹) i bet his lyricism is very deep and poetic so i have this headcanon that he at first wouldn't like taylor swift because obviously lol but then he payed attention to her lyrics and ends up basically being a swiftie since he likes her writing a lot. what you think about that?

and what kind of music crowstorm sings? like there are any bands that you listen and think "hey this would be in a crowstorm album!" (i have a playlist with this name btw lol). im probably wrong on this one but since this is my fav band i like to think that catfish and the bottlemen are the irl crowstorm, musically speaking

and the last one: another thing that gives me so much comfort is the lystiel friendship. not having present parents, being so closed off i know that lysander is such an important presence on tiel's life because he was basically the only close person he had (specially after the debrah fiasco); if lys didnt had taken the farm and went to college and bla bla bla do you think he would still be part of the band with castiel? im not sure if im mixing the canon with a fanfic i read a while ago (lol) but the band was more of a fun thing to lys, right? he liked writing most (i always imagined him getting into a literature degree or something like this). i also like to think that he helps tiel with lyrics at times, even if he's out of the band (in my head the canon is that they are best friends and pretty close till this day, i pretend lys never left our lives just like armin)

anyways sorry for this big ask 😭 i dont even know if you will read it all but if you do, thank you! and dont feel like you have to answer, i know its too much its just that mcl is my hyperfixation till this day like for real, i have a fanfic that i write still and i even plan on making it into a book sometime. except from the main characters (who is my oc) all the characters will be based on the game's ones :)

ilysm take care and stay hydrated!!

Hellow !

Aww thank you so much and for all your love for Castiel ^^

What a long ask, I'll try to answer in order.

Castiel being a swiftie. No sorry, I don't think he would be. If candy likes her, I'm pretty sure he would try to listen. Also he is an open minded person for sure, so I'm sure he would be curious to listen and study what all the hype is about, it could also help as some sort of far away inspiration, but I don't see him being a fan.

What kind of songs Crowstorm sings This is hard to answer because my musical knowledge is pretty limited and I'm sure I would miss on lot of potential groups or singers that would fit well. And it would require too much research time to have a real detailed and clear answer, but I still did check a bit and here is a little list of songs/groups that I think would have a fitting vibe for Crowstorm

City of the dead - Hollywood Undead The worst in me - bad omens Paranoid - I prevail Trauma Just pretend - Bad omens Ice Nine Kills - A grave mistake Catfish and the bottlemen sounds nice but I think its a bit too soft for what I imagine for Crowstorm.

What is his voice like I think something similar to this (not necessarily the song itself, just the voice. )

bonus, I think this song is so so fitting for Castiel's breakup song, I love it. Dial Tone - Catch your breath

Castiel and Lys friendship. It was'nt mentionned much in UL/LL because I didnt wish to bring too much drama by mentioning Lys when he was not there for the players, but of course Lys and Cast always kept in touch. It is very clearly mentionned in Lys' AL that they keep in touch, that Lys helps Castiel write songs and Cast also like to come to his farm to have a break and spend time together. You should play it if you havent, you'll have a good chunk of Cast and Lys friendship :) However yeah I can confirm that Lys would not like to do it serisouly and professionally, but he'll be all the way around to support and help Cast.

[missingpuppyboy]

Can you talk abt ur object partners? I'm learning abt paras and radqueer stuff and transids and all of that and I'm trying to learn and just,, u get it im sure! /pos

Also also also this is very aggressively /nf btw btw!!

Hellooo first of all I'm so glad you asked!!! Honestly I really like sharing my perspective on stuff like this, it makes me happy. Also it's really cool that you're learning, I hope I can help at least a little by writing this!!

First things first, I have no idea why I am attracted to objects. I have always assigned personalities to things not usually seen as having personalities though, so that's probably related. In my opinion, my phone really likes J-fashion, the season fall is a creepypasta enjoyer, and the number 6 has split-dyed hair (pink and blue). I have always thought like this.

I feel that every object, every concept, every word and every number are distinct, and also really cool beings. I love everything, I respect every object. And sometimes I feel as though the thing I love and personify loves me back. That is what I consider the start of a relationship!! My specific experience with objectum relationships are written below the cut.

My phone girlfriend is named Ririka, I found the name when looking through names for an OC, and I felt like she would love being named that. My brain also assigned her the pronouns she/her and decided that she would probably enjoy J-fashion, specifically jirai kei. She has a pink case and she really likes playing music for me. I feel very attached to her and feel that she is attached back, it just feels really sweet to be with her.

I also have a plushie boyfriend, he is named Fun, because he reminds me of the Funtime animatronics from FNaF (he is colored white, lilac and pink). He is a rabbit plushie and he is HUGE and very fluffy. He currently goes by he/him, but he is experimenting with a few other pronouns. We often take naps together. When I first got him, I got the vibes that he would love my vanilla caramel perfume so I sprayed some on him, he was so happy.

Perhaps more uncommon than electronics and plushies, but I am also in a relationship with a purse! She is an elegant light pink, has a mature and serious personality. I named her Gretchen because I felt that they would like it, since the name means pearl and they have a string of pearls as a handle. She uses she/they, and spends most of her time on my desk, she loves it there. We do sometimes go outside together, but she prefers just sitting with me while I'm gaming and stuff. She is caring and protective, she is definitely a mom friend lol.

I'm sorry for the long examples, but I just wanted to explain as much as possible about how my personal experience goes. Being objectum is different for every being, but basically I assign traits to almost every object I have, and over time I develop a romantic attraction to some of them, and if I get the vibes that they love me back, I consider it a relationship.

This was very nice to write, I love to yap, especially about my darlings. I'm so sorry if it's too long, it probably is lmao

If the anon or any other being has questions or things to say, feel free to reach out! I am always open for asks and DMs unless I explicitly state otherwise.

Peace!

[pianistbynight]

What are your top study strategies with piano? I'm a self-taught pianist that most started because of my love for your lie in April and how music moved people so I am always trying to improve!!!

hi! first of all, i'm sorry this took a while, i wanted to make sure i had as complete a list as possible without being too overwhelming! also not sure what level you're at, so i'm going to assume you're just starting out and you're looking to play classical music. 🙂 also this is more of a "do as i say, not as i do" bc i really struggle to do some of these consistently 🙈

try to learn some basic music theory as soon as you can. just enough to be able to read sheet music (how to read treble and bass clefs, accidentals, time signatures, basic rhythm, and key signatures) if you haven't already. that's something i regret not doing at the beginning bc the vast majority of music and all of classical music are written in sheet music and you get so much more info from it than you can from the best of synthesia videos. beyond that, knowing music theory -> pattern recognition, so it can help with sight reading and memorization. this is the youtube series i learned the basics from. it's pretty comprehensive although i find he's sometimes hard to hear and goes off on a tangent. at the very least, you can use it as a guide for what to type into the search box to get a more concise explanation as there are lots online!

familiarize yourself with the basic technical exercises (scales, arpeggios, triads, etc.) in every key bc those patterns and fingerings appear all the time in classical music.

practice sight reading. (yes, i know it hurts the brain, it hurts mine too, but it will really really speed up the learning process when learning new repertoire so we can focus on the more fun aspects of music! 😆😅)

practice every day! and not just moving your fingers, your mind needs to be present and your ears need to be listening (e.g. are you playing with the right dynamics? are you moving in a way that will get the right tone? how is your posture?). sometimes it's a lot to be thinking about as you're playing, so it helps to record yourself and listen back. once you feel yourself losing focus or making the same mistakes over and over again, maybe it's time to take a little break bc practice makes permanent and you don't wanna injure yourself 🙂

on that note, playing an instrument is kind of like playing a sport in that you need to make sure you use proper form so you don't injure yourself (using bigger muscle groups like your arm and gravity rather than forcing the sound through blocky fingers)! if you play on a digital, the keys will generally be lighter than on an acoustic (highly recommend trying to play on both to compare!), so making a conscious effort to play the way you would be forced to on an acoustic is all the more important.

i hope this helps! my ask box is always open if you have any more questions or just wanna talk music 🎶💗 i'm really excited for you! expressing yourself through music and sharing it with others is so fulfilling 😊

[magicwhiskers29]

going to ask you about Wandersong, just to mix things up

Favourite Male Character: ...I mean probably the first troll, to be honest. I always found him very fun. And I like the foreshadowing with what happened to his boyfriend. Oh, and he facilitates I wanna be the hero, which slaps.

Favourite Female Character: Miriam or Audrey, Miriam or Audrey... I think that tends to depend on the mood I'm in, but I think you've swayed me towards Audrey a little bit, recently. I have a very special place in my heart for Miriam too, tho.

Least Favourite Character: Like, Elmer, I guess? I don't particularly dislike any of the characters, but Elmer is, by design, pretty creepy, so.

Favourite Ship: I don't ship much from the main trio of characters, so... Probably like, the troll/his boyfriend? They're cute.

Favourite Friendship: Basic answer, but THE BARD AND MIRIAM OH MY EYA. I love them. Their friendship kinda did save the world, since Sapphy only put them up to travel together so that Miriam could have a friend at the end of the world. They just... They put so much in for each other. Imposter Syndrome duo. (or. really just 2/3 of the imposter syndrome trio. looking at you miss redheart.) Whatever Audrey and Eyala have going on intrigues me too, though.

Favourite Quote: Okay, so first, actual serious answer... Cheating a little, but...

"And you'd be a REAL hero! OK?"

"That's not enough."

(Needed the first line there for context, but... 'That's not enough' gives me chills...)

Silly special mentions to: "Down Does D...open the map!", "I'm already in a committed haunting with this minstrel", and the thing in my banner of course, "ahhhh noooo"

(This one was quite hard, actually! I feel like a lot of what I really like about Wandersong's story is more so conveyed through its music and themes than any given quote...)

Worse Character Death: I'm taking this to mean worst as in most gut-wrenching, and ooo... There's a few candidates... Probably the Nightmare King's. Maybe it's predictable by the time you get there, but... I think there's still good shock value on the story committing to it, and well, it is just after the quote from the last question.

This moment made me so happy you have no idea: Crater Scene. Need I say more? I relate to Miriam, and it's really nice everytime to see her just let it out dancing in the face of the end of the world and all of her problems. Also, because I'm awful. I absolutely love Audrey's introduction. That makes me grin evilly, replaying.

Saddest Moment: King of Hearts' death. He was just a good boy :(

Favourite Location: Chismest!! The vibes are immaculate. To me. It's familiarly and comfortably grey and isolated, and I love how the atmosphere there absolutely swamps the act. It's simultaneously lonely and claustrophobic. I love it.

[ohchosen]

AUTHOR PORTRAIT ... get to know the author behind the blog! repost, don't reblog !

BASICS

NAME:        val AGE:         24 PRONOUNS:         she / they YEARS OF WRITING:          ok how specific are we talking. because i can say like circa 2010 i was on facebook writing bad twilight fanfiction + rp ( which then progressed into bad thg fanfiction ) or i can say elementary school and my little short stories i was always ad - libbing. regardless, it's definitely something i've had a knack for my whole life and it was literally just a matter of time before i found out about rp. and yes before you ask it was my personal facebook. when i was 11. that had all of my relatives added. yes they saw it. years writing on tumblr is different and i think i jumped ship and found out about tumblr rp around 2012 / 2013 and with that came my first formative decision which was to watch supernatural. you know where this is going. yes it was bad. no i'm not showing anyone.

REFLECTION

WHY DID YOU PICK UP WRITING?           i needed a hobby and had unrestricted internet access. i kind of answered this in the question before so jokes on me blah blah blah but without getting too personal i had a very difficult time in school with mental health and tumblr, known weird kid haven, was my little safe space where i could freely pursue what i enjoyed and was really my first venture into fandom spaces. i started in the supernatural rpc [ horror music ] and slowly meandered my way through book fandoms, to animanga, and finally settled on the video game community where i've been good and SAT for like six years now.

DO YOU HAVE ANY WRITING ROUTINES?          not necessarily. it's a miracle if i'm able to sit down long enough to open up my drafts and get going, but if i can lock in i'm all set. i find it hard to listen to music while writing because my brain cannot separate the two and i will accidentally start writing down the lyrics but i've never actually considered tuning into instrumentals so ,, thank you vos. writing that down............

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT WRITING?         stealing from vos in stealing answer solidarity but the rp community aspect. it can be awful and exhausting as some of us know good and well but it can also be incredible depending on who you surround yourself with. it's so validating finding people who share your little niche interest or even niche - er pairing ( hi vos ) and then to just completely devolve into sending memes and posts and screaming until 2 am in dms. i've met so many of my closest friends through rp, and stealing vos' answer again, but the characters i write who turn out the most developed are those who have been shared with friends. noctis would be nowhere near as fleshed out as he is if not for the people i met in the ff fandom all those years ago.

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING.         oughhghh, um. i'm bad at taking compliments and even worse at complimenting myself so bare with me.

i've definitely grown a lot in terms of style and prose, and i'm actually pretty happy with what i'm able to spit out in terms of aesthetic styling as compared to even a few years ago. one of my biggest insecurities ( that still pops up here and again mind you ) was never being able to match length, and i was in the worst writers' block for a few years that i finally managed to escape out of around 2020 and now i can confidently say i'm writing more regularly than i ever have. so to answer the question: it has been my personal growth in my writing and it turning into something i can be confident in and proud of.

i really do enjoy the mundanity of editing my replies. i love to see the progress i make edit by edit and how cohesive and put together a piece of writing becomes the longer i work on it. i fully 100% devote myself to one reply at a time, which is a nightmare for quantity but sooooooo rewarding if it means i can put something out to the best of my ability and not stress myself out worrying about whatever else i owe. i am a self appointed slowpoke, and i've learned over the years to not let myself feel guilty about that because as long as it can become something i devote time on and put effort into, then it really shouldn't bother me how long it takes.

three things is too much to ask for lets all just walk away slowly.

A QUESTION FOR THE NEXT PERSON

HAVE  YOU  MADE  ANY  STRONG  CONNECTIONS  /  FRIENDS DURING YOUR TIME WRITING?          i'm pretty sure this question was intended for vos only but its way too late now and i've already written your accolades so you have to deal with it. this post is just going to be exceptionally long now.

vos @stagehunt my right hand man who has been with me for every gacha related poor financial decision. everything you said i'm literally sending right back to you. i knew no one in that fandom and was in way out of my depth before stumbling across you and your blog. i am so thankful we crossed paths and shoved our little barbie dolls together and said kiss because developing, and i mean really developing tomo would not have happened without your input. at this point you definitely deserve writing credits on him too because the way he turned out would be nowhere near the same if not for your influence. i've had a blast experiencing genshin's story with you and knowing without fail you'll be thinking the exact same thing whenever hyv fumbles the bag again, and yes. one day i GUESS i'll play more than 7 hours of hsr. luv u xoxo.

plum, @sherez, my love, my heart. it's crazy how fast the years have flown by and now all of a sudden i've known you since 2018??? i still remember seeing you from afar on ez and always being blown away by how much love and devotion you put into your characters. we are quite literally bonded for life after surviving the [ redacted ] rpc and i can't think of anyone better to come out beside than you. you can't get rid of me bitch!!!!!!!!! the amount of effort and care i've seen you throw into v, and how far she's come in terms of development blows me away. she is easily one of the best written characters i've ever had the pleasure of reading and i am so excited to keep following her growth. besides how freakishly talented you are, it's astonishing how much we have in common. bc who tf else would i be talking to about forgotten mcr lore in the year of our lord 2024. if no one got me, i know plum got me. booket....... booket for my sweety.......

lu @tactition its crazy how in the short little time we've spent together how much i've bonded with u. if i got down on one knee and pulled out a ring would u say yes.... my yaoi soulmate........ its INSANE how well our character Types (tm) mesh together, and i know karma is coming with its kiss for me when i finally download nier and have to atone for what i put u thru when i made you play final fantasy. please be gentle with me im delicate........... real talk tho.. you have so quickly become such an important person in my daily life and i literally feel myself go !!!! whenever i see a new dm from you because i know its always gonna be good. your character takes blow me away and even for myself who's nearly 7 years deep into the final fantasy scene, it amazes me how you still manage to shed light and new perspective on characters i've known for years. let’s kiss freaky style.

i've very much condensed my little bubble into people i actually want to surround myself with atp, and there's always a handful of mutuals on every blog that i don't necessarily talk to but who have been with me for years now so. sorry you can't leave or i'll become a danger to myself and others. kisses :*

WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE MOST INSPIRATION FROM? this is definitely a muse - specific question since it varies from character to character. with noctis specifically, it's mostly music. i have a few different playlists for him after writing him for so long, and while i can't listen while i write they all offer different types of mood setting for him. other times, its media involving fantasy tropes or characters that have similar struggles to him, off the top of my head ( and something i connected early on ) is the character u.enoyama r.itsuka from given. there's a lot i could say here regarding which aspects i took inspiration from but the majority was the similar personality he has to noctis, the internal thought process he offered when i read the manga, and the way he struggled with his sexuality that struck the loudest chord. don't quote me on any of that since i haven't been caught up with given for like 5 years now but !!!!! yeah the end.

NEW QUESTION: how do you relate to your character personally? are there any overt similarities to the two of you?

tagged by @stagehunt my lover..... tagging - @lunabrae @tactition @sherez

[houkagokappa]

I went to Desucon Frostbite this weekend :3

The head organizer commented that it was their 10th year attending Desucon events, and that's actually true for me too, Desucon Frostbite 2014 was one of the first cons I ever attended (never forget and please let me forget).

I always attend the opening and closing ceremonies. This year they did a small performance spoofing Death Note and sentai stuff, which was well made as usual and I'm always impressed by, considering the performers are volunteers and not professionals.

This year's guest of honor was composer and musician Yasuharu Takanashi. He held a concert on Friday night together with Finnish metal musicians I feel some amount of national shame not knowing, because they seemed like fairly big names. I'm not big on metal music, but it's always nice listening to live music, and it was fun to get something to do on Friday night, since most con activities don't start until Saturday. I also attended Takanashi's panel on Saturday, and although I wasn't familiar with the music he composed to Naruto or Fairy Tale, he was an entertaining guest (comes with the profession, some writers/directors they've had in the past have been a little awkward). Me and my friend spent the entire time hungering for a Show By Rock!! mention, as he had apparently worked on that as well, but alas it wasn't brought up and we didn't dare ask him about it during audience questions.

As for other programs, I attended a lecture on character and clothing design in Suisei no Majo, which was really nice and informative. I haven't read any staff interviews on it, so I didn't know anything about the designing process or the people behind it and it was fun to learn about it. I also went to a lecture on analysing yuri, which was disappointing, since it contained little to no actual analyzing on what makes yuri "yuri". They made a lot of jokes about the famous Iori Miyazawa "Yuri Made Me Human" interview and I would've loved to hear their takes on the whole "yuri of absence" concept, how much truth or weight we should put on it, why the yuri classification matters, or if it even matters, considering the freedom and joy of your own interpretations vs. the importance of representation and author intent, or how expectations and readings differs in the West compared to Japan, etc.. Their lecture was on the shorter side and went over some common misconceptions over terminology and reader demographics, which I guess was nice, although I feel like (or at least hope) most people in the room would already be aware of those. Overall I think the lecture description might've been at fault here, because it gave me the impression there would be more actual discussion and analysis on these topics/I misinterpreted what the lecture would be about. At least people seemed to enjoy the jokes.

Then, me and my friend always attend the AMV contest, and this year I left the contest happy, because for once all of my favourite AMV's got honorable mentions or won some of the prizes! The audience favourite award usually goes to some humor video I don't care for, but this year it went to a PMMM video I actually really, really liked!! My other favourites were the PMMM/SKU mashup which worked surprisingly well, and another SKU one. Same series, but very different AMV's lol.

Another tradition I have is to drink the official Desu Drinks, although I should stop because they're small, expensive and not that interesting anymore (Kill la Kill takaisin!!!!). This year I drank "Beck", which contained Finlandia, ginger ale and a slice of lime. It was good, but not "10,50€ good". For Saturday's dinner we went to one of the Indian restaurants that was still operating in Lahti (restaurants DO NOT stay open there). The food was pretty basic, but good, as expected from a place like this.

I brought my Monogatari itabag with me, because I wanted to celebrate the recent Off Season and Monster Season announcements (plus it's fun to use my itabags, and it's quite practical to have a big bag with me even if it weighs a ton lmao). As for merch, I bought Farwell to my Alter by Nio Nakatani at the con flea market for very cheap, and then I FINALLY got my hands on the first volume of March Comes in Like a Lion. I've been wanting to get it from my local shop, but they've never had it when I've been there to look for it. I'm suuuuuper happy to have it in my hands!!!! Then I bought one roll of washi tape from the artist alley with adorable long-tailed tits and plum blossoms. I suppose it's good I didn't spend that much money this con, although there was more manga that tempted me (why must River's Edge be 20€ ugh, maybe next time).

I was also happy to briefly see and chat with some of my kimono friends, and then I finally met up with @akroglam who I've been mutuals with for ...7 years? That was a lot of fun, although I felt like a stalker for all the "I saw that on your twitter/tumblr" comments I made :P

And here you have it, my diary entry for the Desucon Frostbite weekend. Thanks for taking the time to read it :)

[atticcreationz]

1,2,7 and 10 !

Thanks for the ask! <3 We are quickly going to learn that I have trouble picking favourites ahahah

1) Favourite song is either High School is Killing Me or Cool As I Think I Am! I could gush for a long time about how gorgeous they both are. NPMD actually takes the cake for my favourite music in the Hatchetfield trilogy - least skips, most bops! (Hatchetfield, compared to other Starkid musicals, doesn't always have music I like to listen to outside of watching the musical itself)

2) Jesus don't make me choose between my children...! Starkid are really so damn good at having a tight group of main characters. Hmmmmm the many years of starkid nostalgia means I always love a Joey protagonist so damn much, but you know what, I thought Richie was so great, I think he wins by a hairs breadth. He opened the musical beautifully, I was a little weeb at his age and hung out with a lot of kids like him so his dialogue was fuckin hilarious and hit me where I live, I had a lot of FeelingsTM, and he ended act 1 beautifully too.

7) Dirty Girl! Loved it in the musical (Angela's performance is just amazing, as was Will's) but used to skip it on the album coz it just wasn't really my genre of music. I think it's coz the opening verse doesn't really hit for me. But everything from that Grace verse onwards got me in the end.

10) I'm such a basic bitch and l tend to love the canon ships (Lautski are so damn cute, and Holy Ghost are insane for each other /pos), so I'm reading this question as what NON canon ships do I like! I love Trevor and Rudolph, but also I wanna see Ruth (my sweet baby bisexual) have a happy flirty moment. Is anyone shipping Ruth with Brooke?? I don't think they'd be together long, but I think they'd have some adventures (or y'know, Brooke setting fire to shit and Ruth too flustered to stop her) before they went their separate ways. Or maybe Ruth and Caitlyn would be cute, a short theatre kid romance while they work on a show together!

Link to the NPMD ask game post for anyone who wants to see the list of Qs or who wants to join the fun! https://www.tumblr.com/atticcreationz/736158319964733440

[silverofthunder]

☆ you're stuck on me like a tattoo ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x Dante (OC) || AO3

summary: Dante tried to focus on the surrounding walls, the curtain artwork and the background music but it was really hard. Something in Copia was basically just inviting him to look and after a while he found himself looking at the man again.

content: 6.6k words, tattoo!AU, OC (male), getting to know each other, fluff, romance, just two idiots being awkward, bad attempt at humor, SFW

So, this fic got really out of hand. I don't know how this happened. I guess I had some kind of brain malfunction as this got so long. Tattoos are my weak point, I really love them! Also, this is a first time I created OC. I'm starting to enjoy writing more and more and maybe I'm slowly getting better in general. 😊 This was such a fun journey, hope you like this, too! ♡

It was early Friday morning as Dante was making his way to the tattoo studio nearby. The air of chilly autumn morning was pinching his cheeks and he tried to move up his scarf to protect his face more.

It didn’t take long before he stood in front of the tattoo studio, the sign ”The Ministry Ink” glowing red above the door. He pushed the door open, stepping in and taking in all the surroundings. The interior made him think some kind of a church, though it was mostly dark and… loomy. Music playing in the background fitted perfectly with the mood.

”Good morning, how can I help you?”

Dante startled a bit and looked up at the lady who was standing behind the counter.

”Good morning, I was coming to see the outlines sketches for my tattoo. I sent you an email about that a few days ago,” Dante informed while walking to the counter.

”Let’s see…” the lady said quietly, looking at the computer, then asking for his full name. Dante gave the name and she typed it fast, making a few clicks before moving her gaze to him.

”Yes, it seems Copia has made you the outline sketches so I’ll go get him. Please, wait a moment.”

Dante thanked her and watched as she disappeared to the back. Soon she came back, followed by a man who had his whole face tattooed… or was it just make up? Dante couldn’t tell, just stared at the man eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

”Congrats, Paps, you’ve done it again, scaring the customers,” the lady laughed and Dante felt the tingling of blush on his cheeks as he looked at the man who just rolled his mismatched eyes.

”It’s just make up, don’t worry,” the man said, offering Dante a smile and he found it oddly charming. ”I’m Copia and she’s Cirrus, my always so lovely co-worker.”

Dante nodded and shifted awkwardly.

”So, you sent some ideas for the tattoo and I’ve done a few different outline sketches of them. Follow me,” Copia said, walking over to the curtain on the left corner of the studio. Behind it was a tattooing space, two chairs and a small table with some inks and other equipment.

”Please, sit down,” Copia urged, motioning to the tattooing chair. Dante sat down and Copia gave him a few papers.

Dante’s eyes widened as he saw the outline sketches – they were so cool. Copia had managed to combine all of his wishes perfectly and with different ways.

”These are amazing,” Dante sighed in awe. ”It’s gonna be hard to choose just one.”

”Thank you, I always try my best,” Copia told. ”And go with what seems to be most you.”

Dante went through the options, eyes scanning the little differences. The third one had something that felt the most inviting.

”Copia!” someone shouted suddenly and Dante was startled again, nearly dropping the papers.

”Sorry, I need to go there for a moment. Take your time,” Copia said, exiting the space. Dante heard some pretty heated conversation and it made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

When Copia came back, he looked a bit frustrated.

”Apologies for that.”

”A bit of drama going on?” Dante wasn’t sure if he should ask that but Copia didn’t seem to mind the question. With a sigh the man sat down on the smaller chair.

”Yeah, you could say so. The customers shouldn’t get to hear that as I don’t want people getting a bad impression of us.”

”Don’t worry, I’m not gonna give you a bad rating.” It just slipped out and Dante slapped his hand over his mouth.

Copia let out a little laugh. ”I hope not since you haven’t even gotten your tattoo done yet.”

Dante felt the blush rising to his cheeks again and Copia eyed him with curiosity.

”I assume this is going to be your first tattoo?”

”Yes. I’m a bit nervous, to be honest.”

”I could tell,” Copia said, offering a small smile. ”Don’t worry, you’re going to be in good hands.”

It felt at least a bit comforting and Dante smiled back at Copia.

”I’ve made my choice. I’ll go with this one,” Dante said, giving one of the papers back to Copia.

”Great. You can keep those other two options if you want. And you told that you wanted this on your upper arm if I remember correctly?”

Dante nodded, pointing his left arm. ”Yes, right here.”

”Cool. I guess we have it settled then,” Copia stated, standing up and Dante did the same. They exited the tattooing space and Dante was ready to leave.

”I already booked the time, it’s in a week, so…”

”Good, I’ll see you then. Thank you and have a nice day!”

”Thanks, you too!” Dante said and left the studio.

The week went by fast and Dante finally found himself on the chair, upper arm exposed. All the preparations were already made and Dante was still a bit nervous despite Copia’s calming chatting. Dante shifted on the chair for what felt like a millionth time and it didn’t go unnoticed.

”We have all the time. You can ask for a break at any time.”

”Sorry, I’m not usually this nervous,” Dante stated, taking then a deep breath in, slowly releasing it. ”Okay, you can start now.”

Copia looked at him for a moment before lowering his gaze to Dante’s arm. Dante was expecting a bit more uncomfortable feeling as the needles started to spread ink under his skin but it wasn’t that bad and he managed to relax more after a while.

He wasn’t sure how much of talking Copia liked while working so he decided to just observe him in silence. Copia had both of his arms fully tattooed and the tank top he was wearing was so big Dante could see a bit of chest peaking out, exposing a part of a tattoo. Slowly he moved his gaze to Copia’s face, letting his eyes follow the lines of make up. It was unusual, or something he hadn’t seen before at least, but somehow it looked cool.

”Why haven’t you tattooed your face?” Dante couldn’t help but ask eventually.

”Very short answer: I don’t want to,” Copia said, a hint of smile on his lips. ”And there is still free space for tattoos elsewhere.”

”Oh, I see.”

”This make up is just because I like to be a bit extreme and also it kind of works as a mask, you know.”

”I wasn’t going to ask about that,” Dante tried, getting a quick glance from Copia.

”You certainly were. Everyone has asked about it so far. People are curious and I don’t mind it.”

”It looks nice,” Dante stated bluntly. Copia smiled at that, eyes glued to Dante’s arm as he was working on the tattoo.

”Thank you.”

Silence fell between them and Dante let his gaze study Copia more. The man was most likely at least 10, even 15 years older than him, though he was definitely toned as the pants hugged tightly his thighs and legs overall. Dante swallowed, tearing his gaze away as his cheeks started to heat up.

Fuck. Why did he had to blush like some teenage boy? Also, this wasn’t a place to have any inappropriate thoughts.

He tried to focus on the surrounding walls, the curtain artwork and the background music but it was really hard. Something in Copia was basically just inviting him to look and after a while he found himself looking at the man again. This time he let his gaze go over the tattoos covering his arms. There was a cool design of the devil near his elbow bend, the tail of it continuing to his arm, circling a skeleton-faced pope while changing into a snake. A mix of different flowers were thrown between the designs, along with some vines, probably to cover the extra space the designs would have otherwise left to the skin.

”We can take a little break now and then I finish this,” Copia’s voice broke Dante out of his thoughts and their eyes met. The mismatched one's seemed to bore into his soul and suddenly Dante’s mouth felt dry.

”Oh, okay,” he stuttered, attempting to smile. Copia looked amused while putting the tattoo machine to its place on the small table. Dante stood up, really needing to get a few minutes of fresh air.

”Feel free to take something to drink from the table near the entrance,” Copia said and Dante nodded, pulling the curtain aside and walking towards the table. He decided to go with coffee, filled the cup and took it with him as he went outside.

He breathed slowly in the surprisingly warm autumn air and then puffed it out. What an experience this had been so far. He knew he could be awkward but now it seemed to have reached a new level.

He took a sip of the coffee, the warmth feeling so good and easing the dryness in his mouth. A few passers-by glanced at him strangely – probably because he was only wearing a t-shirt and it was late autumn, after all. He stood there a moment before going back in, finishing his coffee and throwing the cup to the trash can.

There was a man standing behind the counter and Dante couldn’t recall seeing him before. He looked at Dante, nodding and smiling and Dante did the same.

”Hey, boss?!” the man called and soon Copia came from the back room.

Boss? Did Copia own this place or…?

Dante looked as the two men talked about something and at some point Copia’s gaze landed on him. Dante swallowed, shifting and playing with the he of his shirt as he moved his gaze away. Quickly he made his way back to the tattoo chair and hoped this all would be over fast. Copia joined him shortly, pulling the curtain to give them privacy and sat down, taking the tattoo machine from the table.

”So, let’s finish this,” Copia said quietly and Dante took a better position on the chair, fixing his gaze to the curtain. Rest of the time went in complete silence apart from the sound of the tattoo machine and the background music.

When Dante finally got a proper look at the finished tattoo, he was in awe. It looked amazing. Also, he felt so proud he had finally gotten the courage to take it. After all, he had thought about getting one for several years.

And now he finally had it. He would probably spend a lot of time staring at it for the upcoming weeks but of course it would take time to get used to it.

Dante was rushing to the record store as it was supposed to be opened in an half on hour. His cousin who owned the place had gotten sick and so she had asked Dante to help her and of course he had agreed. He actually worked there already but did mostly cleaning and other chores his cousin came up with.

He finally got the store’s back door, fumbled with the keys before getting the door open and stepping inside. He put the alarm off and looked for the light switch to turn on the lights. Then he went to the staff premises and took off his coat, hanging it on a coat rack, and checked the time. He still had around 20 minutes left and he set the coffeemaker ready so he could have his morning coffee.

Everything seemed to be right as he went through the store as fast as he could. It wasn’t a surprise as his cousin was pretty precise and liked everything to be in order. Well, at least it made his work easier. He went to get his coffee and then came to finally unlock the main door. For his luck there wasn’t yet any customers waiting outside and he made his way behind the counter, opening the computer while taking sips of his coffee.

Now he only had to wait and hope this day would be more quiet.

Dante had gotten a pile of records from the small storage room and was walking backwards while exiting there and his back collided with someone as he tried to close the door with his foot. He startled, apologizing and turned around, coming face to face with a familiar man. His eyes widened and he nearly dropped the records.

”Good afternoon,” Copia said, smiling.

”I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Dante stated, mentally wanting to kick himself as soons as the words had left from his mouth.

Copia chuckled. ”I could say the same.”

”Well, I work here. My cousin owns the store but she is not here tonight. Caught a flu and had to stay at home. So it’s only me today.”

”Oh, I see…” Copia said quietly. ”How’s the tattoo?”

”It has healed well,” Dante answered. ”Slowly getting used to it. Still admiring it every day, though.”

”Nice to know that you don’t regret taking it.”

”God, no, I could never! I love it, it’s beautiful. Thank you again.”

Copia waved his hand, clearly playing modest but his eyes shone in a way that told he was pleased to hear that. A brief moment of silence fell between them and Dante shifted, trying to adjust the records in his hands.

”Do you need help with those? I got no rush and I also came to look for a record I could buy for my friend.”

”Yeah, sure, you can help if you want to,” Dante said and Copia reached out to take at least half of the records to himself. ”Follow me.”

Dante led Copia to the rack where the records were supposed to be put up. They organized them together and Dante felt oddly calm now that he had recovered from the surprise of seeing Copia again.

”Your friend, what kind of music they like?” Dante asked after a while.

”She’s a huge fan of classical music, believe or not,” Copia answered. ”Not my style at all, so I really could use some help.”

”Not my style either but luckily my cousin has taught me something about different music styles. A few options came to my mind, I can go get them and you can choose from them.

”Thanks,” Copia said and Dante went to look for the records. It took a good while to find the other one and when he returned, Copia was now looking at the death metal section, going through the records.

”Sorry, it was hard to find the other one but here they are,” Dante told and Copia turned to him, taking a look at the records.

”I probably have to take both and hope my friend likes them.”

”And if she doesn’t you can always blame the guy from a record store of a wrong choice.”

Dante’s words made Copia laugh, a proper laugh this time and Dante found the sound of it endearing. He couldn’t help but smile and this odd warmth made a little dance at the bottom of his stomach.

”I might have to protect myself from her wrath so I might have to do that,” Copia stated playfully.

”Sounds like a great friend.”

”She is,” Copia said, his voice soft. Then he took a look at his watch, letting out a sigh that sounded almost like a disappointment. ”I should go but before I need to pay for these…”

”Yeah, of course.”

Dante led them to the counter and took the payment and with a goodbye and one last smile, he watched as Copia left the store. Sighing, he sank onto the chair behind the counter and slammed his hands to his face.

How the hell was that man so intriguing?

The next time Dante saw Copia, the situation was unconventional. It had been a long week and he had come to the bar to have a one drink when some big guy had approached him. At first the guy had seemed to be polite but soon Dante had found himself telling the guy for what felt like a millionth time that he didn’t want more drinks or company. He also was getting a bit too close to him, touching him and Dante didn’t like it at all.

He tried to just leave, getting up but was stopped by the guy’s hand taking a hold of his arm.

”I need to go,” Dante said, trying to sound as determined as he could. ”Let me go.”

”Nah, you can stay for a while,” the guy spoke, pulling Dante towards himself. ”Just one drink, pretty boy.”

”No, I said I don’t want to.”

The guy rolled his eyes, now taking a hold of Dante’s other hand and Dante’s heart rate picked up.

”Let him go,” Dante then heard a voice and when he turned to look at the man who had spoken, he was so releaved to see it was Copia.

”Who are you, his boyfriend?” the big guy asked, staring hard at Copia.

”Yes,” Copia answered and Dante’s heart probably missed a beat. ”Now, let him go.”

Dante could hear Copia’s voice cracking a bit. The guy was much bigger than him and it wouldn’t be nice to get into a fight.

”Fuck it,” the big guy said and for their luck, finally let go of Dante. ”Keep your pretty boy.”

Copia sent some death glares after the guy and Dante sighed, rubbing his arm.

”Thanks for saving me.”

Copia’s eyes found his. ”No problem, was lucky to be here at the right time.”

”Yeah…” Dante muttered, though Copia most likely didn’t hear it due to music playing loudly.

”Are you alright?” Copia asked, eyeing Dante with concern.

”Yes, I just want to get out of here now.”

Copia nodded, taking Dante’s hand in his and leading him outside, only stopping to get their coats on the way. As soon as the fresh cool air touched Dante’s face, he let out a long sigh. He leaned against the nearest wall, gaze landing on Copia who stood in front of him, hands in his coat pockets.

”That could have gone wrong there.”

”He was a complete jerk,” Copia huffed. ”I was lucky the boyfriend card worked.”

”Done that before?” Dante’s eyebrow quirked up.

”Once but it almost didn’t work back then. My friend had to kick the guy in his balls,” Copia told, a small smile rising to his lips. ”It was a bit embarrasing for me, though. I’m not used to scare people off or anything. I mean…” he trailed off.

Dante laughed a little. ”I get what you mean.”

Copia smiled, reaching out to grab Dante’s scarf and fixing it better around his neck. Something warm fluttered in Dante’s chest as Copia’s glove covered hands brushed his chin, and for a moment he just froze, staring at the man before him.

However, the moment was gone soon, and Copia took a step away from him, the disappointment settling into Dante as the distance between them grew.

”Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to--” Copia lowered his gaze, fidgeting with his gloves.

”It’s alright,” Dante said quietly, slowly reaching out to brush his hand against Copia’s arm, gaze fixed on Copia’s face. He didn’t meet his gaze but a small smile tugged at his lips and he leaned against Dante’s touch. It was fascinating to see Copia not so confident as he has been previously.

”Should we take a walk?” Dante suggested then and Copia nodded, briefly glancing at him.

They decided to head for more quiet direction, chatting and laughing and stopping to take some random photos every once in a while – or Dante took photos while Copia just shook his head with a smile on his lips. Time flew by fast and Dante was starting to feel sad that they would have to part soon.

Copia had insisted that they would walk to where Dante lived so now they were standing before the doors of the apartment house.

”So…” Dante started quietly, fidgeting and stepping closer to the doors. ”I guess, I should go.”

”Yeah…” Copia stated. ”I had a fun night.”

”Me too.” Dante smiled.

An awkward silence fell between them while they just looked at each other. Dante wanted to ask if they could see each other again soon but didn’t dare to do so. He was afraid it would be too much or too weird.

”Okay, I’ll go now,” Dante said, motioning to the doors. ”See you around, I guess?”

Copia nodded, smiling. ”Hopefully.”

With one last smile at Copia, Dante turned and went to the doors, opening the lock. As soon as he got inside he leaned against the wall, sighing.

If this night had proved something, it was definitely the fact that he was developing a crush on Copia.

The next day Dante was sitting on his favorite coffee shop, sipping the hot coffee while absentmindedly reading some news from his phone. There wasn’t anything really that interesting but he was a bit tired and didn’t know anything better to do. People around him were immersed in conversations, the clink of dishes reaching his ears from farther off.

”I think I’m gonna sit here? It’s quite packed elsewhere.”

The familiar voice made Dante nearly to inhale his coffee and he coughed, lifting his gaze up. Copia stood there a coffee cup in his hand, smiling.

Dante nodded, motioning to the seat opposite him, and Copia sat down.

”Stalking me, eh?” Dante asked, teasing, and Copia let out a little laugh.

”No, it seems that fate wants us to cross our paths.”

Dante hummed, sipping his coffee eyes glued to Copia who lowered his gaze, posture changing more stiff while he tapped the side of his cup. He seemed to get lost in his thoughts and Dante decided to keep quiet, waiting for Copia to speak again.

”Uhm… Last night…” Copia spoke soon, clearly hesitating. ”I wanted to ask if… you would want to go out with me?”

Dante’s eyes widened, heart missing a beat in his chest, the warmth starting to flutter in the bottom of his stomach. Copia was now looking at him and Dante just blinked.

”I’m sorry if I’m mistaken--” Copia didn’t get to finish his sentence as Dante gave his answer.

”Yeah, I would love that.”

Copia relaxed instantly, letting out a small sigh. Apparently he had expected the opposite answer and Dante couldn’t blame him. If he had been the one to ask that, he would have prepared himself to get a firm ’no’ as an asnwer.

”Great,” Copia said, offering Dante the softest smile and Dante felt like he could melt. ”You free tonight?”

”I’ve got to do a few hours shift at the record store but after that I have all the time. The shift ends at 8 pm.”

Copia nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

”I have no idea what we could do but I’ll pick you up then,” Copia said, biting his lower lip and smoothing his hand over his hair.

Smiling Dante shrugged.

”I could ask my cousin if we can use the space above the record store. There is a small room that used to be an apartment but now it’s used more of as a storage. Maybe we could listen some records, have a nice meal and drink…?”

”That sounds nice.”

”It’s settled then.”

They finished their coffees in silence and exited the coffee shop together. Dante offered to walk with Copia to the tattoo studio as he still had several hours before the start of his work shift. All the way to the tattoo studio Dante felt so giddly and he had to pinch himself a few times so he could realize what had just happened.

They stopped before the tattoo studio entrance and Dante could see Copia’s co-workers through the large windows.

”Must be nice to own the whole company,” Dante stated, making a random conversation just so that he could stall the inevitable parting.

”It has its good and bad sides,” Copia said, shrugging. ”My mom, who used to run the whole thing before, is still trying to meddle and it’s kind of annoying.”

”Oh…”

”But I love the job itself, though. Even though I’m not the most social person, I still like to meet new people and give them their desired works of ink art.”

”Your work is honestly stunning.”

Copia shook his head smiling, trying to brush the compliment off with a wave of hand, and Dante shoved him playfully with his fist.

”Hey, I’m really starting to think of getting another one so I could admire your work more,” Dante said and it was actually the truth. He had thought about getting another tattoo and he even had a small idea for it.

Copia chuckled. ”I knew you would want more. Most people do.”

”Excuse me, I’m going…” a person interrupted their conversation and they moved so that the person could get into the tattoo studio.

Copia let out a sigh. ”I should go…”

”Yeah, obviously. I didn’t mean to keep you,” Dante said, stepping forward to Copia. ”Go work on your magic.”

Smiling Copia reached out his hand and Dante did the same, their fingers brushing slightly.

”See you later.”

”Later…” Dante sighed, finally turning and heading back home with a fluttering heart and a smile on his lips.

”This is… something,” Copia said, his gaze taking in the small apartment-like room.

”Well, it’s probably better than a bar with full of drunk people.”

”Definitely,” Copia agreed, walking towards the record player that stood on the table beside the old, worn out couch. ”Are you sure this works?”

”I hope so. Last time I used it, it worked so…” Dante stated, setting the snacks and a few drinks on the bigger table near the couch. He watched as Copia blew the dust off the record player and chose one of the records they had brought with them and put in the player.

It took a moment before the music filled the air and Copia made a little happy jump at that and Dante found it cute. Dante grabbed a bag of crisps and opened it while slumping on the couch, causing a cloud of dust into the air.

”Oops,” he giggled and Copia looked at him with curiosity. Dante shifted and patted the couch with his free hand. Copia understood the gesture and came to sit beside him, arching his back against the backrest of the couch. The movement caused his shirt to go up, revealing a sliver of his belly, and Dante swallowed as he saw the ink patterns there, in the midst of dark hair. Of course Copia had tattoos there, too. Dante grabbed a handful of crisps and stuffed them to his mouth.

”Don’t eat them all,” Copia laughed, reaching towards the bag, and Dante let him take some. Silence fell between them as they munched the crisps.

Eventually the saltiness made Dante thirsty and he put the crisp bag onto the table, taking his drink – non-alcoholic as he wasn’t much of a drinker – and opening it. The taste was sweet but not too sweet, just as he liked it. Dante let his gaze wander again, fully knowing that Copia could see it. His eyes went from Copia’s face to his chest where tattooed skin was visible as Copia hadn’t fully buttoned his shirt up – maybe deliberately.

A part of Dante expected Copia to ask if he liked what he saw but instead Copia stayed silent. He let his gaze go down, stopping to the thighs that were tightly hugged by the jeans. The were quite a lot of holes in them, skin peeking out, and Dante discovered that there were a few places where he couldn’t see any ink covering the skin. When he finally lifted up his gaze, meeting Copia’s mismatched eyes, his heart missed a beat, blush creeping onto his cheeks.

The look in Copia’s eyes was still curious but now there was something else, too. Certain softness that made warmth spread all over Dante.

It was Copia who eventually broke the silence.

”I don’t usually date my customers but there was something about you…” he started, leaning closer and sliding his hand to Dante’s knee, fingers drawing a random pattern there before pulling his hand back. ”I can’t really explain it but I got this feeling that I had to know more about you.”

”I could uhm… say the same about you,” Dante admitted, after all it was the truth. ”Your looks, obviously, played a part, too. Tattoos and everything…”

A slight smirk rose to Copia’s lips.

”Obviously. I’m glad that this old man still has some kind of charm when it comes to looks.”

”You’re not old,” Dante stated, gently nudging Copia’s thigh. ”And you surely work out, right?”

”A little.”

Dante smirked, moving closer to Copia. ”I could tell.”

Copia’s brows rose, reaching out his other hand and settling it under Dante’s chin, thumb caressing the skin. ”How do you feel with me?”

The question wasn’t something Dante had expected but he didn’t really need to think of the answer. ”Like I can just be myself. Safe.”

Copia hummed, smiling as he slid his hand down, along Dante’s neck and Dante was sure he forgot to breathe for a moment.

”Safe,” Copia repeated quietly and Dante nodded, eyes glued to Copia’s. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he waited for Copia’s next move. Copia leaned in, so close that Dante could feel his breath on his face, hand still caressing Dante’s neck.

”So handsome,” Copia whispered, his slightly raspy voice making Dante’s cheeks to burn and something in his stomach turn in a pleasant way.

Oh god…

Dante drew in a shaky breath, blinking as if to make sure that he didn’t imagine the whole situation. Copia was so close, eyes studying him, hand resting on Dante’s neck and Dante was at a loss of words. He knew where this could go, they both knew. But Dante wasn’t sure if he was ready for this to go that far, yet.

He shifted, lowering his gaze and that was enough for Copia to pull away.

”It’s alright,” Copia said softly and Dante let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. When he finally dared to look at Copia again, he didn’t find any judgement or dissatisfaction in his expression.

”I don’t know--”

”You don’t have to explain, I understand,” Copia spoke, taking Dante’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. ”Also, I’m not looking just for a moment of fun.”

”Me neither,” Dante stated, offering a smile to Copia.

”So, were are on the same page, then.” Copia smiled, bringing Dante’s hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss on it. Dante chuckled and rolled his eyes at the gesture – it was such a cliche but sweet anyway.

”I’m curious… How many customers you’ve asked out?” Dante asked leaning against the backrest of the couch, tilting his head.

”Besides you there’s been like… two. Though one of them actually asked me out so basically one. Happened outside of work, obviously.”

”Of course, I didn’t even think… well, you know,” Dante said. ”And all of them were guys?”

”Yes,” Copia answered. ”What about you?”

Dante knew Copia would ask that.

”There’s been a lady and a few guys.”

Copia didn’t seem surprised by his answer and he didn’t even ask more about that. It was nice as Dante had had to explain the whole thing way too many times to people and it was kind of tiring.

They continued to chat while drinking and eating all the snacks, eventually ran out of records to listen to, and just like before the time passed quickly. Way too quickly. Dante didn’t want the night to end but he was getting tired – no matter how hard he tried to deny it – and he didn’t fancy sleeping at the dusty apartment.

Copia was being a gentleman again and offered to walk with him to Dante’s place and so they picked up all the trash and took them out. Copia was carrying the records as they walked on the dimly lit street, side by side in a comfortable silence. The night wasn’t so cold this time for which Dante was happy. He wasn’t a huge fan of soon-to-be winter but it wasn’t that bad as long as it wasn’t too cold.

Soon they were standing outside the doors to Dante’s apartment and the moment of parting had come. They probably looked pretty dumb standing there, staring at each other and fidgeting. Dante’s gaze fell to Copia’s lips and he so badly wanted to kiss the man. Copia took a step closer to him, wetting his lips instinctively while his other hand cupped Dante’s chin.

Dante leaned into the touch and with a slight nod he gave Copia a permission to lean in and capture his lips in a kiss. It was chaste but it made Dante’s heart flutter happily and warmth tingle in his body. The taste and scent of Copia filled Dante’s senses and it was intoxicating and comforting at the same time.

When they eventually parted, they were both beaming and Dante couldn’t remember when he had last felt like this.

”Good night,” Copia said quietly, leaning in again and this time pressing a light kiss to Dante’s cheek.

”Good night,” Dante sighed, watching as Copia stepped further from him and turned to leave. He stared after him for a good while, completely drunk on the feeling within him, before heading inside.

As soon as he had gotten into his flat, he discarded his coat and stuff he didn’t need and went straight to the couch. He grabbed a pillow while falling onto the couch and smashed it to his face, letting out a scream that would have otherwise been heard by his neighbours.

He was so gone.

Things progressed pretty smoothly over the next weeks and Dante became a pretty much constant guest at the tattoo studio, just sitting there, drinking coffee and chatting with either Copia or his co-workers. He obviously was allowed to use staff room and a few times he and Copia had been caught kissing there and… Well, Copia’s co-workers remembered to always tease them about those insidents that they had witnessed.

Now Copia and Dante were just chilling at the room, Dante sitting on Copia’s lap. Copia’s arms were wrapped around Dante’s waist and his head was resting on Dante’s shoulder as he was watching the pics Dante showed him from his phone.

Someone knocked the wall outside the room and spoke.

”Are you two still having clothes on?”

The pair glanced at each other briefly before Copia answered.

”Just come here, Dew.”

The man entered the room, shaking his head as he saw the pair, though his smile told that he wasn’t actually that annoyed by the situation. He went to grab something to eat from the fridge and then peeked over Dante’s shoulder.

”What are you even-- Wait, are those rats?”

”Yes, pet rats. My friend can’t keep them as she is moving and she’s now suggesting that I take them,” Dante explained.

”Oh, cool,” Dew stated. ”They seem kinda cute.”

”I’m not sure I can fit them to my small flat…” Dante said, biting his lower lip. ”Even though they are small, they still need space. My friend would be crushed if she had to put them down.”

”What about you, boss? You have space and you used to have rats before.”

Dante turned to look at Copia with pleading eyes.

”Could you take them? Please.”

Copia seemed to ponder his options.

”Well… I guess I can take them.”

”Oh, you’re lifesaver, literally,” Dante said happily, planting a kiss on Copia’s forehead. ”Thank you.”

Copia smiled softly at Dante.

”Problem solved, it seems,” Dew stated seeming a bit smug and left the room with his meal.

Sighing Copia buried his face to the crook of Dante’s neck. Dante’s other hand went to Copia’s hair, starting to run his fingers through them and Copia hummed, then mumbled something.

”What?” Dante asked, voice quiet.

”I should go back to work,” Copia said, sounding disappointed. ”My next customer is probably soon here and I really should check some emails at some point, too.”

”Time to go, then,” Dante urged and stood up with reluctance. ”I should probably go see my friend and let her know that you’re willing to take the rats.”

”Oh, hopefully they aren’t the same kind of rascals my deceased ones were.”

”They are nice, at least in my opinion.”

Copia eyed him with suspicion and Dante grinned.

”We’ll see…”

The rats really weren’t that bad and Copia became attached to them quite soon. Dante’s friend had been over the moon as Copia had taken her babies and Dante was happy, too. Watching Copia to take care of them, the way he was so gentle with them, chuckling softly as one of them nibbled at his clothes, made Dante’s heart soar.

He was presently sitting on the couch in Copia’s living room while Copia sat on the floor, feeding Tweety some treats. Inky was in the big cage, waiting for her turn. Their names were quite amusing and Dante remembered vividly when Copia had heard the names for the first time and straight out bursted out laughing. Dante’s friend had looked so offended that Dante had been sure she wouldn’t have let Copia to take them.

”Do you still think they have horrible names?”

”Well…” Copia dragged the word. ”Yes, but maybe I’ll get used to them. At least they are lovely little creatures.”

Dante hummed. ”I knew you would fall in love with them. I’m not a huge fan of rats and even I like them.”

”I’m glad I could help your friend, though she might not be my number one fan,” Copia stated smiling and gently picked up Tweety, petting her a little, then opening the cage door and putting her inside. Inky already knew what was going to happen and she hopped out of the cage, nearly catching the bag of treats but luckily Copia was faster and picked it up.

”As long as you keep sending her pics of the rats and updating about their life, I’m sure she will warm up to you.”

”I hope so.”

Inky got her share of treats and after that Copia picked her up, too, bringing her close to his face. Then he gave her the tiniest of kisses and Dante cooed.

”Seems like someone has a favorite.”

”Shut up.”

Dante shook his head and waited until Copia finally let Inky to join Tweety in the cage. As soon as Copia sat down beside him, Dante used his chance and stole a kiss from the man.

”Oh, someone is jealous,” Copia smirked, earning a playful shove from Dante.

”I’m not!”

With a wide smile on his lips Copia cupped Dante’s face and pulled him into a proper kiss. Dante melted into it, pressing his body against Copia’s, his hands settling on Copia’s sides.

As the air eventually became needed, they parted, wide smiles on their lips.

”Do you now know what kind of tattoo you want next?”

Sighing, Dante moved himself onto Copia’s lap and put his other hand on the man’s chest, close to where he knew Copia’s heart tattoo was, now covered by a thin t-shirt. Dante had thought about the next tattoo for quite a while and now the idea was fully clear in his head and he couldn’t wait to get it done. Looking at Copia straight into eyes, happy smile on his lips, he finally gave his answer.

”Of course I know.”

[heliosoll]

hey i have some questions about your mermaid dr if you don‘t mind :)

- how long did the mermaids usually live? do they mature at the same rates as humans do?

- aside from their fishtail fishtails do they look like humans? are there any differences in anatomy, or ‚fantasy‘ hair colors like purple, green, blue? eye colors that don‘t exist naturally in cr?

- how many siblings did you have in your mermaid dr?

- what is mermaid culture like do you have theatre, movies, books, music?

- did you have magic or technology there underwater

- other than watching pets what sort of jobs are there?

- do mermaids go to school? if you went to school what was your fav subject there :)

- what was your fav food in your mermaid dr?

Hi! No, I don't mind at all, thank you for asking 🥰

In my DR, merpeople had longer lifespans than humans but matured at a similar rate up to adulthood where it then went by slower! We usually lived up to around ~300 years (give or take)!

We mostly looked like humans but we did have some differences like more fantastical appearances and certain biological differences (gills and fins!). For example, my hair was blue! I'd say the most common hair colors were black, blue, white, and green. Brown hair wasn't as common but it did happen. Blonde hair typically started as white and then gradually darkened to blonde throughout life. As for eyes, there was a big difference in how they looked! The sclera, pupil, and iris were all the same color (they were still separate but they were always the same color) so eyes often looked like they only had one part. Eye colors were usually the same as humans but we also had white, and black was more common!

I had a sister and brother :)

So just like humans, culture is different everywhere! Live performances of the arts was extremely popular since technology didn't do great underwater (some of the richer mer had tvs in the upper parts of their house). Writing things in stone was still common since paper made from trees also didn't do well! In place of paper, we used palm leaves! So we still had books and stuff like that :)

No, we didn't have magic (although now I'm thinking of going to a mermaid DR where we do...) but we did have technology! Technology wasn't available underwater but some mer have an "upper" part of their house above the water where they could have technology. I'd say tvs and radios are the most common things to have.

I only had the pet sitting job, but all sorts of jobs exist. Practically everything humans have, we had too. Like chefs, cleaners, accountants, teachers, etc. But for jobs that were unique to us... there were mer who literally acted as bodyguards for other mer swimming in open oceans (ie away from our cities) and for protected species of underwater animals! They were really cool actually and probably one of the most respected jobs since it can be really dangerous. Humans didn't intentionally try to hurt/hunt us but every now and then someone would get caught up in a net :(

Yep! My favorite subject was history :)

Favorite food... it's basic but I love seaweed (try the wakame "noodles!"). For other things, salmon (sorry fishies), eel (sorry again fishies), squid (so so sorry mollusks), and coconut jelly :) I mean you can find all these things here too so maybe this one is a bit boring hahah

[ogamagirl]

You mentioned that Soul is really into music so I gotta know- what are his favorite bands? What kinda stuff do you listen to together?

OOOH what a wonderful question...!!!

To preface: it occurs to me that some people who follow me might not know anything about SE - even though I talk about me and Soul/SE in general a lot it is broken up with a lot of reblogs so people might miss stuff haha - but Soul is a pianist! So yes, he's really into music/it means a lot to him.

He's a jazz man |3 he likes piano heavy jazz of course + likes listening to jazz pianists like Bill Evans (surname friends!) and Thelonious Monk but really if it's got a good tempo he enjoys it. He likes faster paced music - he was showing me some well known jazz standards this morning, stuff like Take The "A" Train and Ain't Misbehavin' (I think Misty is really pretty tho so I asked him to play that for me sometime 💕) but really, he just likes jazz if you ask him haha!

HOWEVER. Jazz is not the only music he likes! We both have pretty eclectic music tastes ("if it slaps it slaps" basically) and the genres where we have the most crossover are probably pop punk and electro swing. so Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco and such hehe.

Also - we've both REALLY been into this song lately:

it's such a joy when we both find a song we're ok with looping a bunch sdflgjsndf |3 the opening piano riff really hooked him and we both really love the tempo/energy!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE QUESTION music is very personal to him and is one of the things that we share that means a lot to us emotionally (I'm a singer, I grew up participating in numerous choirs + do have experience playing the flute so I have some musical background as well) so it's always really really a joy when I get to talk about it ;//////; 🎹💕

Edit: HOW COULD I FORGET BILLY JOEL LMFAO Soul likes Billy Joel a lot also (I do too!) - they both have been called "Piano Man" after all!! |3 💕

[still-of-thenight]

⠀The year is 1987, and David Coverdale's been ⠀convinced by his colleagues Rudy and Adrian to ⠀join this new app, tumblr, that's taking the rock ⠀n' roll world by storm.

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I am new to rp on tumblr so please be patient with me while I figure everything out, but I am not new to rock star rp! I've written an array of rock stars on twitter that I plan to move here!

I prefer not to write with minors!! Just a personal comfort thing as I'm nineteen turning twenty soon! 16+ is okay just be warned! (If I accidentally follow you and you're 15 or below please block, asks are fine though!)

Nsfw and such is fine, I don't mind it! (Anything descriptive is for dms only! and please be respectful, I won't hesitate to block.)

I also write the darker topics that come with rock stars and the 80s, which is another reason I don't write with most minors! If anything might be triggering, feel free to block!!

My writing is usually literate, so changing layout forms is gonna be awkward for me, but I'm learning!

Much of my portrayal is both fact and fiction, so don't think of everything I write as true! I am not affiliated with David Coverdale.

Single-ship seems to be the standard on tumblr, but I prefer multi-ship. If you don't like that it's fine just don't judge me about it. (A main ship will be reserved with proper chemistry.)

My activity may be on and off, so don't expect me to be active all of the time!

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My private messages are open too, so if that's preferred we can write in there or just chat!

I go by Swine, my pronouns are he/him. I'm available on discord for roleplay too! I don't automatically respond ic as it's my personal discord, so don't send ic starters and such.

Other blogs are @breaking-thechains @outofthecellar & @bigcityroadie

Personal blog is @quiet-riot-breathless

⠀⠀⠀ Now onto David!

David founded Whitesnake a few years after Deep Purple disbanded in the 70s.

A chronic charmer, I mean, just look at him!

Not at all tech savvy. Always having to ask for help with any type of technology that isn't music related.

Always a gentleman at heart. Not a fan of anyone without even basic manners.

He's got a stern rule of no slamming doors in someone's face during an argument.

Don't let his age fool you ... use that information however you wish.

Can be a bit of a worrier, but with his time in Deep Purple it's no surprise.

Unlabeled! Not really closeted or open about it either. What happens in the back of the bus, stays in the back of the bus!

[autisticempathydaemon]

hellooooo if the match up stuff is still open I would like to participate ^^

Song I'm hyper fixated on would be Love like you by Caleb Hyles I feel like it captures how I feel. because like I always feel so horrible about people who appreciate me, I feel so undeserving of it and how I want to be better for them

I unfortunately do not know my ennagram type but I do know my mbti that I'm unsure if it changed because I've taken the test last month the result I got is INFJ

Yes I do! alot actually, I love love love the ones that talk about issues basically anything new that happens. sometimes I also like those who go into a deep dive about artists, what the inspo for their work is, the meaning of their creations all of it.

My childhood imaginary friend was kinda weird... basically they we're a changing person, but most of the times I imagine them as a girl with short black hair a blue dress above a white long sleeved turtle neck, basically my ideal self at that time. she was really nice and loves butterflies idk why I made that up because butterflies are kinda boring to me

my go to way of falling asleep is just kinda laying there playing some music of traditional maybe boyfriend asmr on the background and hope I fall asleep sooner or later

ohhhh tricky, I would say Eris, because the name belongs to the Greek goddess of chaos and discord! daughter of Nyx also because it just sounds pretty

Milo's spring back audio where he comforts sweetheart from a panic attack. I often get those and the vid helps extremely well for them. also because of how sweetheart actually felt like they we're having a panic attack, it feels so real and comforting I love it sosososososo much

I'm gonna say... Cam, I get he sounds really nice but not exactly someone I'd say I love.

I don't really have one memorized yet but... the one I'm really close to would be... Up, my cousins love it and I do too. makes me feel sad a little and it's a really nice story

VINCENT- might be a little weird but considering all the responsibility of dating him I'd much rather be besties with him, he's fun and chill to be with and all the connections you'd get is just...

my go to ramble! a new game's story or lore maybe a webtoon sometimes, anything new I found that day that intrigued me most of the time it's a random wiki page I read

I don't have a local has station nor do I own a vehicle to go to one so imma have to pass on this one

A princesscore playlist I found, it has great classical music I play to focus, makes me feel like I'm in a ballroom dancing with the guy of my dreams

I would say true crime stuff mostly murder ones. It helps me analyze what do serial killers do and why do they do it. Also some extra murder facts I pick up that I absolutely wouldn't ever need

This entry was very interesting to me /pos I had inklings, I had leanings, I was percolating, but what really got me thinking was your difficulty with being appreciated and how Sam Collins would nip that shit in the bud.

Sam is an aggressive man in notable ways- he’s quiet but he’s not subdued, you feel me? He can be polite and introverted, but he wouldn’t entertain something that doesn’t make sense or devalues the people he cares about. Like, “You think you’re undeserving? What, you think me and mine don’t have the good sense to decide that on our own? That’s a load of horseshit.” He’s an aggressively loving mother hen of a friend and lover, and he would not tolerate that.

There’s also some lovely, lighter notes that make me think y’all would be cute together. Your love of true crime amuses me because I think Sam Collins hates that stuff but in a fun way. Like, he watched the Netflix documentaries with you and makes little faces the whole time, questions your sanity as affectionately as possible. Your daydreams of ballroom dancing also works in that favor because man is a Duke; he can make those dreams real at the Summit.

Song:

If I gave you my hand would you take it/ And make me the happiest man in the world/ If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl/ Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea/ Let me know if you're really a dream/ I love you so, so would you go with me

I’ve got to give you and that cowboy one of the most romantic country songs that’s ever been sung; I just gotta. It’s not classical, but it’s fantastic for dancing, and the sentiment of loving and staying together really hits when you think of Sam asking you to become immortal and spend forever with him.

Runner-ups:

I like Damien as a runner-up, because he and Sam would have a similar, forceful attitude about your feelings in response to being appreciated; I just think Sam would be better at tempering that attitude. Anton, I’m choosing as a runner-up mostly because I thought of him being a true crime junkie and binging My Favorite Murder with you, and it tickled me pink.

note: thank you for waiting so patiently! 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌