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talesofesther · 2 years ago

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play our record, just one more time | ch 2

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Your dreams know the sound of his voice, even if you haven’t heard it closely in years. His fingertips still tingle when they remember the feeling of your skin, like a poorly healed scar. Or, the story of how you and Eddie fell apart, and found each other again.

A/N: Slowly, the story is starting to take off, hope you like this part, let me know. <3

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Monday mornings had to be on the bottom of most people's list of favorite times of the week, you weren't any different, but today had to take the cake for the worst Monday morning.

First of all, you slept in; either your alarm didn't work or you turned it off and didn't realize it. It left you with just about half an hour to shower, eat breakfast, get ready, and go to work. You managed to take a poor excuse of a shower and put on the first clothes you saw in your wardrobe. All so you could eat your cereal — even if it was not what you wanted — while fixing up your hair.

You absolutely hated to start the week off like this, sometimes it felt like a bad omen. You were holding out hope for stopping by your favorite coffee shop to quickly pick up something to drink, but even that didn't happen, they were closed for renovations.

So with a scowl the size of the world on your face, you pushed open the door to Family Video, a small backpack hanging off one of your shoulders. There was sunshine right in your eyes, it reflected against the glass doors and made you squint. The bell above the door dinged when you walked in, but your eyes only adjusted to the different lighting once you were a few steps further between the rows of movies.

You could hear Steve talking to someone, his voice way too excited for this time in the morning. You looked up, one hand tucking rogue strands of hair behind your ear. Oh yeah — you froze, sneakers scratching the floor when you suddenly halted on your steps — today's the day. Because of your morning rush, you had momentarily forgotten.

Eddie was leaning on the counter, just beside the little display of snacks. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he was wearing the green vest of the store over his leather jacket, and he managed to look good doing it. His lips parted when his gaze landed on you, he went all tense and stiff. Steve didn't see it, too focused on happily introducing you two. But you knew Eddie, and you knew that look in his eyes and that twitch on his hands; he wanted to run.

Honestly, you weren't too far off. Seeing Eddie again after so long was similar to the feeling of waking up from a good dream and not quite remembering the ending, and as the seconds tick by, you forget more of it — it's that feeling of loss and frustration and longing — but what happened sits there in your stomach, you know it's there. That's how it felt to, after all these years, have Eddie finally looking you in the eye again.

Steve, bless him, just kept talking, big smile on his pretty face; "and she'll be the one to teach you the ropes, she's the best of us here so I promise you're in good hands. I'm sure you guys will get along perfectly." He finished, gaze moving between you and Eddie.

Robin was sitting behind them, her curious blue eyes watching you as the computer in front of her was forgotten.

Before the silence could stretch too much and prompt Steve to ask questions, you took in a steadying breath, stepping forward so you were closer. "Hey Eddie, it's… been a while." You grimaced at your own tone, wanting to dig a hole to disappear in.

Eddie's Adam’s apple went up and down as he swallowed. "Hi," he responded, the motion of his lips stretching the reddish marks on his cheek and neck. Not yet fully healed scars. You wondered where they came from, if they were the same ones you saw that day, the thought of Eddie being hurt still made you nauseous.

"Wait," Steve chuckled, pushing aside a few stacked tapes so he can lean on the counter, "you two know each other?"

"Yes."

"No."

You and Eddie said at the same time.

You let out an indignant huff and met his gaze with a raised brow; so that's how it's gonna be, huh?

Eddie had a frown on his lips. His sweet brown eyes, though colder than you remembered, twitched on the sides as if he regretted it.

"We uh- we used to share a few classes," you told Steve, who was looking more puzzled by the minute, "that's all." You finished, then excused yourself to the back room with something between a grimace and a smile so you could let go of your backpack and put on your work vest — but in truth, you just desperately needed to breathe.

You roughly pushed open the door making the old hinges creak. Your bag was thrown somewhere on the left corner before you leaned back on the shelves, knocking over a few newly released tapes that still needed to be put on display. The back of your head bumped the shelf when you looked up, sighing audibly, "fuck."

"I'm definitely sensing some tension here."

Robin's voice made you jump, you didn't even hear her following you or coming in. She sat down on a wooden box, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

You groaned; "no tension to be sensed, Robs."

"Oh yeah, totally," she hummed, leaning her elbows on her knees, "what's the story?"

"There is no story, Robin, like I said, we just shared some classes," you shrugged, avoiding her eyes because you knew she would see right through the lie.

"Eddie is as pale as a vampire out there and you're hiding in the back cursing the wind, that doesn't look like 'just a few classes' to me." Robin made air quotes as she spoke and stood up, reaching out to take both of your hands on hers.

You dropped your head on her shoulder once she was close enough, "we used to be friends, it's just… just weird seeing each other again," you chewed on your lip, considering saying more but deciding against it, "that's all." You didn't know anymore if you were trying to convince them or yourself.

Robin didn't press again, even if she had an inkling this was just the tip of the iceberg. "You know I'm here if you need me, yeah?" Was all she said.

"I know."

Meanwhile, behind the front counter of Family Video;

"Don't pass out on me, man, what the hell," Steve said, urgency in his tone as he frantically fanned Eddie with a VHS tape.

Eddie swatted him away with both hands, snatching the tape from him, "stop it, stop it, you'll scare away the customers."

"The store is empty and you look like you've just seen a damn ghost, excuse me for being worried," Steve countered, in the same voice he used with Dustin when the boy tried to put himself in danger.

A ghost. Eddie could feel his chest weighing down on him, because in parts it was true; today was the first time in years that he spoke with you, and in all honesty, he didn't know what to feel — or he was feeling too much, and couldn't choose just one emotion to focus on. He wanted it to mean nothing, was trying to convince himself of it. He couldn't, because once you truly, genuinely love someone, it never really goes away; the sentiment might twist and turn, shape itself into something more bitter and sharp, but it's always there, never lessened.

"Care to share with the class?" Steve tried.

Eddie clenched his jaw and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans, wishing he could grab the knots in his chest and rip them away. "Not really."

Running a hand through his hair, Steve patted Eddie's shoulder to try and make him look at him. "Listen, if there's one thing I've learned, is that it's worse if you keep all that shit bottled up alright?"

Eddie gave Steve a small smile, one that held more sorrow than it did happiness; "there's nothing left for me to bottle up."

When the first customer of the day walked through the front doors, it was like a switch was turned for you and Eddie.

The professional in you kicked in and you showed him a little bit of everything, getting him acquainted with all of the movie sections and the main ones people usually came looking for.

You showed him around the arcade and how to reset most of the games in there, given that he'd probably be giving you a hand with them as well.

Eddie even got to test his skills with a young girl who came in looking for her favorite movie. He could feel Steve's and Robin's stares on his back most of the time, they were anything but subtle.

Eddie didn't see you though, smiling all sweet and proud watching him work and walk around Family Video as if he'd been there just as long as you. For a moment, your reality bubble didn't go as far as the store walls. And it felt nice. But it was a fragile thing, bound to burst sooner or later.

"So, here is where we catalog the movies that each person rents," you explained, opening the customers' page on the computer, "we put on the date that it was rented and the date that it's supposed to come back, so if it doesn't, we can charge the fee."

You were drowning in a sea of golden hues, the store's glass facade allowed the last bright streaks of sunlight to shine through and into the computer screen, making it just a tad harder for you to navigate.

You hardly noticed the time passing by. It sent a shiver down your back, because days with Eddie used to be like this; endless in the utopia of his bedroom or the empty lots of the trailer park until your mom called when you went past your curfew.

Right now, he stood beside you, looking at the screen from over your shoulder. Well, Eddie was supposed to be looking at the screen, but in reality, his gaze was fixed on the lone strand of hair that escaped from behind your ear. It was a little thing, bouncing each time you moved, grazing the apple of your cheek.

His mind wanders to the days you'd sit behind him in class, careful fingers working little braids in his hair. He'd feign some annoyance, but deep down, he'd go to bed those nights thinking about it. Today, the memory made him wonder why exactly you lost each other.

Eddie remembers something you told him a year after his dad left for the second time; you said that memories exist outside of time, and that they don't really have a beginning or end. He doesn't know you're thinking the same thing, trying to find comfort in the saying just as much as he is.

"Once the movie comes back, we check it here and take it off of the person's file and put the new movie in," you turned your head to look at Eddie, sucking in a shallow breath when you noticed him closer than you expected, "if- if they rented a new movie, that is."

You gulped, looking down at your hands. He wasn't touching you, he actually made sure to avoid touching you the entire day, but the warmth of his presence was still there. You missed him, that much was evident from the moment you saw him this morning. "It's easy, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time." You said, if anything to fill the awkward silence.

"Yeah, don't worry," Eddie turned his back to you, finally putting some distance between you, "I won't mess it up for you."

You were taken aback by the sudden venom in his words, blinking as if he'd slapped you, "I didn't say you would."

"Don't have to," Eddie's not sure what prompts him to say it, what scorched and poorly healed part of his wound had reopened. Maybe it's just the old routine of arguing with you, the one that was settled by the end of your friendship and kept him safe. It was the easiest option then, it hurt just a little bit less than accepting how much it had broken him when he lost you.

Everyone leaves, you're the only one he hasn't recovered from yet.

"I know you're thinking it."

"Except I'm not," you crossed your arms, realizing you said it just a tad louder than you should when the eyes of Robin and the old lady beside her in the novels section glanced at you. Cursing under your breath, you stepped up to Eddie, "you're just doing it all over again, putting words in my mouth that I didn't fucking say."

Eddie recoiled as if you'd burned him, sitting up on the counter and lifting the corners of his lips in the way he knew got under your skin; "just saving you the trouble, I can see how much you hate having me here," he tilted his head, a few curls that'd gotten loose from his ponytail going over his eyes, "staining your image and all that… again."

You were hot with anger, because how dare he. You raised a finger to his face and walked into his personal space, "you know what? I do hate having you here, but not-"

"Y/N!" The bell above the main doors dinged as Keith walked in, calling your name at the same time. "We gotta talk." He waved you over.

Eddie quickly hopped down from the counter, nearly bumping into you. He gulped and stumbled backward as much as he could, trapped between you and the wooden edge.

Eddie's looking down at you as if he's seeing you for the first time all over again, literally, the first time. Where he's just a lonely kid and you're offering him a seat beside you. Where it's just you and him. And it hurts, because this you just said she hates him.

Your face does something complicated, like you don't know how to feel about this. You watch Eddie drop his gaze and curse quietly, probably thinking you'll tell Keith he's not employee material.

It gets you angrily biting back a sob as you walk away from him without another word, circling around the counter and disappearing into the back room with Keith.

You tell Keith that Eddie is a quick learner, that he's good with people and already memorized where all the movie sections are; you tell him Eddie will do good here, that you're happy to have him.

The last hour before closing time goes by with you on one end of the store, and Eddie on the other. He's stacking up movies in the horror section, you're putting up a new poster.

"I think we messed up," Steve mumbled, scratching his cheek.

"No, come on," Robin swatted at his arm and leaned closer to his ear, her eyes fixed on Eddie while Steve's are fixed on you, "I mean, Eddie needed the job, and how were we supposed to know they knew each other?"

"Yeah but, I don't know if it'll be much fun to work every day with this dark cloud of bad vibes in here." Steve subtly motioned at you and then Eddie before he crossed his arms.

Robin chuckled beside him, as if she was in on a special secret; "oh I'd give it a week, tops, for them to be making out in the back room."

"Ew Robin, now I don't know what's worse."

"Have you seen the way they look at each other, dingus?"

For a Monday — which was supposed to be the slowest day here — you were pretty damn tired as you put on your hoodie and picked up your backpack to go home. You figured most of it had to do with a certain long-haired boy.

Steve had just driven away with Robin, he offered you a ride, like he always does, but it was a nice evening and the walk to your home was considerably short. You were on the sidewalk, with one hand on the doorknob as you waited for Eddie so you could lock up. Your eyes were on the sky, on the fading of the orange as it was replaced by purple and dark blue.

Eddie came out running, almost toppling over you. You didn't meet his eyes as you turned the key on the doors, it was a lazy motion, you even feigned a snag on the lock to give Eddie the opportunity to just leave, but he never took it.

Instead, he waited until you were forced to turn around and face him when there was no more stalling to do.

Honestly, Eddie looked like a kid who was caught stealing from the cookie jar, all big brown eyes shining under the streetlights, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets.

"I don't wanna fight with you," he averted his gaze as he spoke, only looking back up at you after a beat of silence.

You made a sound that landed somewhere between a chuckle and a hum, "could've fooled me," you answered, tone free of any teasing; there was no fight left in you anyway.

Somewhere not so far, a cat knocked over a trash can. The noise was loud, both you and Eddie simultaneously looking toward it. You could almost feel him tensing up beside you, his shoulders squaring as he took half a step closer to you while he surveyed the deserted parking lot. His right hand was on its way to your forearm, an easy grab to pull you behind him. You didn't comment on it, or on how he looked genuinely terrified for half a second. It was gone as fast as it came anyway.

Eddie sighed, shaking his head as if to clear the fog from his mind, his curls — now free from his ponytail — bounced around. "I mean it, okay? We're gonna work together." He pursed his lips in an attempted smile, "and I want it to work."

"For old time's sake," the words tasted funny on Eddie's tongue, like they never should've existed at all. "Just uh-" he extends a hand to you, and it's all kinds of weird and painful, "keep it profesh?"

It feels a lot like a goodbye, you think. A lot like tearing apart a fragile flower you were trying to save. It feels like a loss. You take Eddie's hand anyway, his skin is smooth and warm against yours, you kinda wanna cry and you think he does too.

"Deal." Is all you tell him before he's briskly turning around to get into his van, and you're walking the other way hugging yourself through your hoodie, because the night is suddenly a lot colder.

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soft-for-them · 2 years ago

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So close but so still - Steve Harrington x plus size reader

Summary: You and Steve lie down in your basement all too close, the two of you thinking about confessing.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: I'm using this gif for his face is so cute!!! Anyway, not proof read.

There’s perks to having the basement to yourself. For one thing the place is as big as a small flat, the underground home of yours with a giant living room/bedroom, a tiny bathroom and a microwave oven. It’s all you need really. No one disturbs you and you only got upstairs to the giant four room house upstairs when you need to use the washing machine or when you leave the house, even then both the washing machine and nearest exit is at the back of the house in a little nook near one of the back doors.

If it was up to you, then you wouldn’t be living with some distant relatives but you’re in the last year of school and your part time job doesn’t pay nearly enough to move out.

So the basement it is.

That’s where you are right now. Sprawled out on your sofa bed in bed mode, a number of quilts and old sofa cushions pushed away so you can rest your head on your favourite pillow, Steve Harrington.

With your forehead smushed into his shoulder, your body not fully wrapped around his because you don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, for you’re only friends and you’ve seen the eyes he still gives Nancy, you sleepily listen to your half broken record player play a Stevie Nicks record, the volume stuck on quiet so the music is more background noise than anything.

You’re lying on your side, legs tucked in, bed socked feet the only warm bit of your body, whilst Steve lays on his back looking up to all the old posters on the ceiling.

Steve smiles at the thought of a younger you trying to put up the posters, he can imagine it right now. A short twelve year old you, for that’s when you moved to Hawkins, with pigtails and dungarees trying not to fall off a stack of books whilst trying to tape the posters over the bed. He can see the corner of a Jefferson Airplane poster is unstuck, a dusty spider web in between the paper and the ceiling, the rafters of the basement roof also decorated with stickers and posters.

He likes being down here, not just because he can see the evolution of your music taste through the posters plastered around, or hear the soft lull of the record player for you don’t own a TV, or bask in the almost apartment like feel of the basement that makes him want to live with in your very own flat.

No, Steve just likes being near you.

Sure there was a time that he liked Nancy but those days are gone, now he’s trying to set up Robin with her. Of course you’re oblivious to his feelings for you, your life has been filled with monsters and horrors so bad that everyone is always on guard, you have no time to stop and look to see the deep love he has for you.

He loves your smile, he loves how the corner of your eyes crinkle when you laugh hard, god he loves making you laugh for the melody that escapes your lips every time makes his cheeks flush and his mind go just a bit fuzzy.

You don’t know it but he has your picture in his wallet. It was from when you were fourteen and the both of you had terrible acne. You had persuaded him to go in a photo booth to take some funny photos and you had to perch on his lap to fit in the tiny booth. His heart flutters with equal parts nostalgia and deep love when he sees the small passport sized photograph his wallet, his head on top of yours, your smile bright and bold whilst pre-pubescent him looks at you like you gave him the moon.

Dustin saw the photo once and teased him about it, jokily calling him weird for having a picture of two pretty girls his age in his possession only to realise that one of the ‘pretty girls’ was in fact Steve before puberty hit him over the head with good looks.

Fuck, right now Steve wishes that you’d curl up closer to him, arms around his torso pressing your soft plush body against his side, lips dangerously near his neck and chest against his. It’s a thing of dreams him in your bed but he wishes for more, he wants you to know how he feels but he fears that you’re too oblivious, that if he tried to tell you he loves you, that somehow he’s loved you since you were both twelve and that the love he’s had for you has never gone away but has grown with you both then maybe you just think he’s building up to friend zoning you.

You told him about boys who’ve done that to you before, told you that they love you but in a platonic way and he wonders if you’d think the same if Steve told you he loves you.

Steve looks down at you, the dodgy record player now stopped because the album is over, your face focused on staring at the blue fabric of his shirt, eye glazed over in thought.

“What you thinking of?” he whispers, his body moving to be closer to you.

“…I-I think…” you begin only to zone out, not finishing your sentence.

Steve wants to say something playful back, something like ‘we all think (y/n)’ but he refrains from doing so. This isn’t the normally sparky you who speaks her mind, the you who walks down the street in go-go boots and corduroy skirts that cling to the curves of your body, the you who defeated monsters with your bare fists. You lie there in an oversized jersey and long pyjama bottoms, hair tied out the way and eyebrows knitting together thinking so hard that you might go in overdrive.

“I think, I like- fuck!” you look up to Steve to find his face is close, so close his nose brushes yours when you exhale.

He wants you to carry on, he want to defend you from whoever is making you so quiet and devoid of emotion. He’s never seen you so quiet. The house is empty and normally you’d be up and dancing around, grabbing his hands and pulling him in as ‘edge of seventeen’ plays.

But here you both are, so close but so still.

With no thoughts in his own mind Steve leans in and captures you lips in a kiss.

His lips are soft, his nose bumping into yours as your eyes go wide for just a moment. The kiss is short and sweet, leaving you both flushed messes. When he pulls away your noses still touch, his eye sparkling with hope.

“…ah-“ you eye flicker to his lips then to his eyes followed by you saying one word, “-again.”

He must be in heaven as he leans in once more this time your lips moving with his and you eye firmly closed. Your hand goes up to cradle his jaw as the kiss deepens, your legs tangle with his and his hand sneaks around to your lower back.

When you both pull away for air you finally snuggle you face in to his neck, your arms wrapping around him into a full body hug.

“I like you Steve.” You whisper, your words vibrating on his neck making him turn redder.

“You mean-“

“-like like you Steve, thought be honest a few moments ago I thought if I told you that you were going to reject me…”

He was right with what he thought.

“Well-“ Steve pulls you away to look back into your eyes, “-I like like you too.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever.”

You laugh a laugh of relief, one of happiness, “Took your time Steve. I was so worried that you’d reject me that I’ve preparing for our friendship to end.” you confess.

“I would never stop being friends with you.”

“I’m glad.”

You both smile and laugh before leaning in again to kiss.

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thatrickmcginnis · 9 months ago

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HENRY ROLLINS, Toronto 1988

I never saw Black Flag live, and it's something I truly regret. But two years after the band split up lead singer Henry Rollins (born Henry Garfield) arrived in Toronto with his new group, the Rollins Band, for a gig at my then-favorite club, the Silver Dollar Room on Spadina. This was just after the release of the Life Time record, and if Henry knew he had to top himself, his work ethic didn't betray any second thoughts. This was the day after my Rowland S. Howard shoot, and I was back in my ad hoc studio again - the empty room behind the bar at the Silver Dollar, with my studio-in-a-bag: a flash and umbrella bounce, a light stand and a white painter's tarp I kept in a gym bag with a roll of duct tape.

Henry Rollins had a reputation for being an intense guy, so I steeled myself for what could have been a contest of wills when I started setting up for the shoot. When he showed up, however, he mostly seemed baffled as to why I wanted to do a portrait sitting with him - I don't know if it was false modesty or simply an inability to accept his status as an underground celebrity. (Not sure how he dealt with the following decade, when he became an actualy, overground celeb.) I tried making small talk while putting the last bits of my light together and mentioned in passing that I'd photographed Lydia Lunch in the same room, a couple of months previous. (I knew they'd been something of an item, or had at least appeared together in a Richard Kern film.) Right here? Henry asked. Yeah - right on that stool, I said, indicating the bar stool that I'd placed in front of my backdrop, which for some reason was still in one piece and remained in the space. This stool? Henry asked. I said yeah, at which point he picked the stool up and took a long, theatrically loud sniff of the seat. (A funny joke, but not one I'm sure he'd make today.)

Anybody who knows about my long infatuation with the work of Irving Penn will see it all over my photos of Henry Rollins from 1988. It must have been a successful shoot because I'm able to showcase eight of the twenty-four frames - fully a third of everything I shot that day. I was entering my third year of shooting, and becoming serious about pursuing this as a career, so it was gratifying to produce what looked for all the world like real portraiture, at least by the standards I'd set myself. The real miracle is how my painter's tarp, which had been living in a gym bag for months, had such a soft, flattering texture in these portraits - I must have learned something about lighting within the tight parameters I'd set for myself. I still can't remember if these shots were ever published anywhere, but one of them ended up on my first business card, and in my portfolio for as long as I had one to show.

#portrait #portrait photography #photography #black and white #film photography #musician #photographer #some old pictures i took #early work #henry rollins #punk rock #1988 #mamiya c330

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chzdavmpr · 8 months ago

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Delicious in Dungeon Reading Diary Vol 5

Spoilers below, obviously

Oh so we are getting right into Falin weirdness off rip.

I called it that this person was the mad mage.

Hmm. So they recognize Laios, but know it's from within a painting that they recognize him. I'm surprised but I think that actually fully explains how the painting work. I guess it's time for a big rant on my guess as to how living painting work. If you don't care skip this paragraph. Ok so the mad mage made the paintings to trap people and it seems like whenever someone enters them a scene starts playing like a tape, except that people trapped inside can interact with things. These recordings are of things that actually happened, and the people within them act roughly how they actually did. However the mad mage is the exception to this. It seems that they can either perceive through the scenes of their painting counterpart or just know everything that happens in the painting. It also seems that they can choose to override their painting counterpart's recorded actions and take control of them, allowing them to know that laios was in all the paintings. This I'm a bit iffy on because if I recall they seem to think Laios is some kind of kingdom infiltrator in the painting which wouldn't quite line up but it's the best I got. Additionally you can draw/paint extra stuff onto the painting and it will be sentient but won't be in the painting proper, just kinda in a plane on top of the painting, or maybe that's just because Laios drew bad. Either way that is a lot, but hopefully this is the last time I should spend way too long talking about living paintings.

Very funny how the label follows them. I also love Senshi's face of "what the hell man those are my hams"

Oh so since Falin was made with the dragon's flesh and blood she is the dragon. Wait does this mean Falin is dead forever? I sure hope not.

I'm skipping over most of the next 3 chapters, I'll get to them in my final thoughts.

Wow this samurai guy is having just an awful time.

So senshi probably got the cheese from the orcs. But I should mention I've also been watching the anime with some friends as it comes out. And one of them has a huge pet peeve about every time they have oil in the dish, since he says they should've run out forever ago. I'm not bothered by it at all, and find it very funny how he reacts every time oil is on screen. The reason I bring this up now is if this cheese is seen more then just this once he is gonna blow his gourd and it will be very funny.

Senshi giving Chilchuck "the talk" is so funny that I literally got light head from laughing.

It's very cool that Laios is learning magic. I feel a lot of stories wouldn't do that just because he's "the fighter" and Marcille is "the wizard" and they would have to stay as those archetypes.

The art in this whole series is great. I love the way the cockatrice is drawn here.

It may have been fine if it didn't come right after another whole chapter where Chilchuck recaps the story so far like there's been a hiatus and they wanna make sure you remember everything.

Man this chapter is on a roll with these A+ panels

I somehow only just now, while taking the above picture, that the chapter called cleaners has the characters dressed up as cleaners. That's cute and I may be a little stupid.

Ok so I was gonna say this this guy may be Delgal hiding, since we saw that the mad mage is looking for him.

But then I remembered; isn't the whole backstory for the golden city that it's king told of the mad mage and then died? Cause that would make it kinda hard to find him.

But then now when I'm composing this I'm remembering that the dungeon doesn't allow people to die, so either he died right outside or that story was wrong. Hmmm.

Seriously every panel with Shuro has him look like the worlds most depressed man.

He's practically sinking into the earth.

You know in retrospect, if the Dungeon Gormet Guide was a bunch of lies and guesses it's awfully lucky that it's happened to be right about what is and is not poisonous. (Or which tentacles' swelling can be reduced with vinegar)

To conclude my thoughts on this volume, that first chapter is great. I was a little worried about what the next plot hook would be but it delivered. They just show straight up that the elf is the lord of the dungeon. And they introduce the mystery of "what is going on with falin." But then it spends 2 whole chapters just telling us stuff we already know. Like it was kinda cool seeing the B Team piece together who A Team is with limited knowledge, but other then the stuff about Shuro there wasn't much new or interesting.

And then the party is just trapped on the 5th floor the entire volume, I imagine because next volume their plans will change and they won't want to go back to the surface and the author wanted to avoid too much backtracking. Which I get, but it ends up feeling like a bunch of these chapters are just kinda killing time until the B team shows up.

That being said, still a great volume of manga. Probably the weakest so far, but only because it's a like a 4.5 instead of a 4.75 or 5.

#chz reads #manga #reading diary #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi

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deliriumzer0 · 1 year ago

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Another GenLoss thought re: "The Hero"

Okay so this has been bugging me and I couldn't stop thinking about it, it's been creepin' & crawlin' around in my head for the last two weeks.

Awhile back Nathan Hanover posted a bit of "The Hero," from the Gen 1 OST, and he talked about how the track was originally called "The Main Character", but it was changed to the more "thematically appropriate" title "The Hero."

I'm sure I'm not the only one who didn't initially read too much into the term "Hero" being used for GL!Ranboo, and in my head it was basically synonymous with "protagonist". But the above tidbit of info gave me some pause on that and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why "The Hero" specifically??

In the stream, Hetch refers to the other characters dying on his behalf as part of what makes GL!Ranboo the hero, but I mean, it's Hetch. We can't rule it out as relevant, sure, but we can't fully trust it as being anything more than a taunt either, so I kind of threw that away.

Then the other day I had a shower thought about the Hero's Journey.

At this point, a lot of my corner of the internet knows of Joseph Campbell's theory of the monomyth, and if you're big into storytelling, writing, story structures, human history, myths, etc. you probably know the Hero's Journey story structure by heart at this point. I've certainly used it as a jumping-off point for stories in the past (and to help me when I got stuck). But for those who aren't aware, it'd be too long to get into it on this post so I highly recommend checking out the wikipedia page on the concept. There are some pieces of it that are more gendered than they need to be, but a lot of the story beats are undoubtedly a bit familiar to you if you've ever seen a movie.

While Gen 1 has a ton of hero's journey story beats (most are in common between a majority of "hero faces a challenge and overcomes it" stories in the western world, tbh), a lot of Gen 1 does NOT seem to follow this journey, so my shower thought was like "Eh, maybe? ...nah" and then I thought about it some more, and remembered one VITAL aspect of the hero's journey: the freaking LOOP.

Graphically/visually, the hero's journey is almost always depicted as a cycle because it has the hero starting at one "normal" and then returning home having carried what they learned forward into a new "normal." The Hero leaves one person, and then comes home as another. I think this fits a lot of the fandom's theories about Gen 1, and fits in with my theory about Gen 1's entire universe being on a VHS tape that gets replayed & re-recorded over and over.

That's why GL!Ranboo is "The Hero," not because he's an actual heroic figure, but because he leaves his origin point and then returns changed over and over again, slightly different each time it happens. Y'know, like how generation loss works, except hat generation loss is a negative effect, a degradation in quality over time, and the hero's journey is typically presented as a positive, being an augmentation of the hero's knowledge, skills, and experience.

Kinda makes you (over)think...

#generation loss #genloss theory #kinda talking out of my ass here but i hadn't seen anyone else talk about it #like why the hero and why not any other synonym for the same concept #i'm still mulling this one over but i'm curious what anyone else thinks

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emilythezeldafan · 5 months ago

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DBDA Incorrect Quotes (FT. OCs)

@graceandtheidiotsquad

@greysonalexander

(Incorrect Quote Generator ― Perchance)

Rowan Hayes: Can you be serious for five minutes? Charles Rowland: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Charles Rowland: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Estelle Payne, blushing: Okay. Edwin Payne: It's fucking summer.

Edwin Payne: My heart is guarded but like… very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie.

Edwin Payne: Charles Rowland! This soup is flaccid! Charles Rowland: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Edwin Payne: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand. Rowan Hayes: That sounds like a dare to me. Edwin Payne: Oh my god.

Rowan Hayes: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Charles Rowland: Scrabble? Scrabble’s brills. Rowan Hayes: Not when you’re playing with Edwin, it’s not, mate. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Estelle Payne: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first. Rowan Hayes: sobbing Estelle Payne: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

Edwin Payne: Are you really planning to shoot the demon? Rowan Hayes: Don't worry, it's a holy gun. Edwin Payne: How so? Rowan Hayes: It makes holes.

Estelle Payne: Act natural. Edwin Payne: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic. Estelle Payne: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day! Edwin Payne: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic. Estelle Payne: Will you just cooperate? Edwin Payne: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

Edwin Payne: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. (says you /aff) Estelle Payne: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Edwin Payne: Th-that's not how that works-

Rowan Hayes: hiding something in their coat I think we should adopt another kid! Estelle Payne: No. Rowan Hayes: Why not? Estelle Payne: Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those. Rowan Hayes: unzips coat Sixteen.

Estelle Payne: I love making parties more interesting by telling strangers “I want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here.”

Estelle Payne: I've got a weapon, and I'm… admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

Edwin Payne: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small. Estelle Payne: I would say infinitesimally. Charles Rowland: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words.

Rowan Hayes: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Charles Rowland: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows. Estelle Payne: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts. (oh the irony)

Rowan Hayes: Hey, how are you doing today? Edwin Payne: Can we change the subject before I start crying?

Rowan Hayes: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

Rowan Hayes, to the Squad: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! silence Rowan Hayes: Damn, y’all depressed as fuck! Charles Rowland: You didn’t clap either- Rowan Hayes: SHUT UP!

Crystal Palace: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Niko Sasaki: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Crystal Palace: NO-

#dbda #Estelle Payne (OC)#Estelle Paine (OC)#Rowan Hayes (OC)#Edwin Paine #Edwin Payne #Charles Rowland #Crystal Palace #Niko Sasaki #Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft

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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 7 months ago

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Wolfgang Van Halen has revealed he'd like to collaborate with rock royalty Dave Grohl and Myles Kennedy.

In an interview with Help Musician's I Never Thought It Would Happen podcast, Van Halen talked about how, despite being a multi-instrumentalist, he still has a bucket list of collaborators.

“I would really love to collaborate with my really good friend – he sings for Alter Bridge and for Slash – Myles Kennedy,” he revealed. “I think he is a wonderful human being, and an incredibly talented singer and guitar player. So I would I would jump at an opportunity to collaborate with him for sure.”

“It'd also be fun to collaborate with one of my biggest inspirations, Dave Grohl. I'm basically ripping him off with Mammoth and the way that he started with Foo Fighters recording everything himself. I've kind of modeled the way Mammoth exists because of him. So if he didn't exist, I wouldn't.”

In the same interview, Van Halen also talked about the beauty of recording all instruments on the Mammoth WVH albums and the artist-producer trust that’s required, especially when recording to tape.

“My producer Michael Baskette and our engineer, Jef Moll, they're practically the other half of the band. I play all the instruments and write everything for Mammoth.”

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“There's obvious frustration some days [when] you're not feeling it. But I think that's the wonderful thing about doing it yourself is that's like, if this isn't working, let's just do another thing and come back to it.”

He continued, “And so while I can fully focus on that, [they can focus on] the production aspect and the recording, the complications. We record to tape for drums and guitar because I use my father's studio 5150.”

“All the tape machines are there and ready to go. So it's like why don't we use it? But yeah, because of their high skill and my trust in them, there's really nothing to doubt or worry about when it comes to the production of Mammoth.”

Despite Van Halen very much steering the Mammoth WVH ship, the project's collaborative spirit extends to the live setup. “The fun duality of Mammoth is that I have a live band of really great friends and musicians to perform and reinterpret the music live, but also having my fun artistic expression in the studio.”

Mammoth WVH are touring extensively this year. The band recently supported Slash feat Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators in the UK and Europe. They kick off their US headline tour on May 4 in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and are also touring with Metallica and Foo Fighters this summer.

#post van halen #2024 #wolfgang van halen #mammoth wvh #Dave Grohl #Myles Kennedy #Help Musician's I Never Thought It Would Happen #interview #podcast #foo fighters #alter bridge #Michael Baskette #Jef Moll #youtube #videos #Slash feat Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators #slash #guitar world

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lenixsocial · 1 year ago

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"Now and Then": an honest review.

From an honest source: me.

I've been a Beatles fan forever, practically. I have dissected their songs, read all the books, seen all the films. I feel qualified to deliver the following review.

If you haven't heard the newest Beatles track, stop now. Go do that. It's literally everywhere.

Music: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The music is excellent. The song opens on a piano melody played by Paul. That they chose to wipe John's original piano may be suspect, but one only needs to listen to "Real Love" to fully grasp why you'd rather have a newly recorded piano. While on that track John's vocals sound creepy and thin due to magnetic tape degradation, the piano suffers even more and warbles along as another piano is laid on top to strengthen the sound. The choice to overdub strings is brilliant as well because Beatles ballads and string sections go together like cookies and milk. Ringo's drumming is as sure footed as ever, albeit a touch rattling as the largeness of the room he's in is conveyed by the presence of his kit from time to time. Paul's bass recalls figures from "You Never Give Me Your Money" in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment which honestly lends the song even more Beatles credibility. George Harrison plays rhythm guitar which is honestly a shame because that's just not using your talents to their maximum. But George disliked this song due to its 60 cycle hum and poor audio quality during the 1995 sessions, so all he did was play rhythm guitar. And honestly it's sort of buried in the mix. What we do get is Paul playing slide in George's style. Honestly it took me about four listens to appreciate it for what it is: Paul's apology to George. Nobody could play like him, he was an iconic slide player. Now all Paul can do is try and get his sound. There's no replacing George. Even if Paul contemplated it back in the late 60's. He truly misses him and of that I have no doubt. Again: the music is beautiful and it's the thing I have the least gripes with.

Lyrics: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The lyrics are pretty damn tepid. Pretty safe. Pretty dull if I'm being honest. I think most people were hoping Paul would write something more profound seeing as how the title is reportedly the last lines John ever spoke to him. What we get is a syrupy take on old friends, long since departed. Perhaps keeping with the ethos of 'keep it simple, stupid' Paul went a decidedly basic route working off the lyrics that already were there. The song itself wasn't much to begin with lyrically and we must remember: these were John's DEMOS. The earliest buds of a song. Likely these would've been transformed into great works through multiple rewrites. Overall I'm giving the lyrics a solid 'good' rating. It does what it needs to despite being perhaps overly simple.

Vocals: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: I was going to give it only three but it's John's vocals that gave it another star. They are pristine. In a way that no Lennon vocal has ever been. And I think John would've absolutely HATED it. He loved effects on his voice and probably would've really dug the tape warble on the other two 90's era reunion tracks. Here, Peter Jackson used machine learning to take the original vocals, remove the hum and hiss, and train it on what John's voice sounded like. What we get are the cleanest, clearest, most unencumbered Lennon vocals, ever. They are mixed so high however that it occasionally interferes with some of the other instrumentation. Elsewhere Ringo and Paul sing together on backing vocals (an interesting choice which I feel is long overdue on a Beatles track), and vocals from older Beatles tunes are 'flown in' to the mix so that John Paul and George can harmonize together again (this sounded like it was going to be cheap as hell until you hear it and then you understand why it's absolute genius).

Artwork: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: It's bad. Look, I get what it's trying to do: it's supposed to be the outlines of the balconies as seen on the Red and Blue albums, but with the Beatles replaced by words. The font is a poor choice, it's dull. The colors are dull. The back cover should've been the front cover, and there's nary a Beatles logo on it. It's a fail in the artwork department (despite the artist being responsible for McCartney III, a truly inventive cover).

Promotion: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: This was the single most disorganized campaign ever concocted by Apple Corps. We started out with rumor. Fine. Then Paul's old clip saying he was going to complete "Now and Then". Alright. Cool. Then Paul announces that AI helped make it smack dab in the middle of the summer news cycle where Actors in SAG were fearful of having AI copy their voices. Was this even the real John Lennon? What was going on? Paul was silent. Ringo too. Then Paul had to walk it back and explain. Then we had absolutely no time to prepare for its release. It was PLONK it's getting put out on this day. Deal with it. It was all very slapdash last second feeling and it isn't like Apple Corps to not really handle releases well with months of build up and promos. This was well...fairly ham fisted if I'm being honest. Paul's AI comment by the way really confused the older demographic who still contend that it's a computer singing John's part, not John. Also, it didn't help that the AI Beatles YouTube page went up shortly after Paul's AI announcement further muddying the waters.

Music Video: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Here's where Peter Jackson shined on this project. It took me five rewatches to appreciate the video. Seeing them all together on stage performing again was tear-inducing for sure. The music works well as a companion in the video for sure. John directing the orchestra with his silly affectations, and just the way in which they were all so neatly removed from old footage to appear alongside current Paul and Ringo was beautiful. And let's not forget that end: The Beatles take a bow and they disappear as the band's name goes opaque on the blocks behind them. Their career is officially over. All the songs have been sung. They might disappear, but the memories and their music will last forever. Genius ending.

Value for Money: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: If this would've come out on Volume 3 of a newly minted and remastered Anthology, I don't think the public would have had an issue. But it didn't. It came out as a horribly expensive single, and will be included on the remastered Blue Album. Oddly the same album doesn't include Free as a Bird or Real Love, which further angers fans. It is a disaster in the same way the promotion for the record was a disaster.

B-Side: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: They could have put nearly ANYTHING on the flip and chose their first single. Which OK. I get it. Bookends. Now and Then. Cute. But it's absolutely JARRING to go from modern recording techniques to 1962 recording techniques. It's a decent mix I suppose, but it just doesn't make sense and if you're wanting to make new Beatles fans, at least put something more contemporary like "Here Comes The Sun" on the obverse. Kids love that song. Look on Spotify. The sound of that song is early 60's. I don't see a lot of Gen Z'ers calling it a bop.

Verdict: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: A good song, with a terrible promotion and single release coupled with a tearjerker of a video and a chance to hear our heroes one last time. Its positives outweigh its negatives for me, and after a few listens it's as much a Beatles tune as any other. Definitely worth listening to, and cherishing for years to come.

#the beatles #now and then #review #music review

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elicular · 5 months ago

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So, I wrote a story in response to a writing prompt, and people seem to like it. I'm also pretty happy with how it came out. So I'll share it here too.

TW: Transphobia, dementia, death

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At first, you just wanted to know what was messing with your birdfeeder.

If it was actual birds, you could deal with having to put it back up every morning, but if it was squirrels, you'd want to figure out how to get them to fuck off. So you set up a yard camera, expecting to check the video the next day.

When you woke up, you had video, but you no longer had a camera. Said video showed small, flittering humanoids with glossy insect wings and bright compound eyes working together to disrupt your feeder. One then noticed the camera, to which they obviously took great offense, given that they pulled out a large number of knives made of insect stingers and thorns. You're not entirely clear on how those things managed to punch holes in something made of plastic, glass, and metal, but you also know there are questions that you can do without the answers to.

Your grandparents warned you about this. You'd never taken it as seriously as apparently you should have, imagining that it was just stories that their own grandparents had brought with them from Ireland/wherever grandpa's folks were from. You may have still had one of them living with you, but the last thing you were interested in doing was confusing your Alzheimer's-afflicted Gram when she was having a pretty lucid day. So instead you told her that you weren't sure what chewed on it, but you'd decided to leave it alone.

Instead, you found the old storybooks they would read to you and looked those over as quickly as you could to refresh your memory. Your general understanding is that you'd better be polite, respect their space, and not try to be more clever than you are. You were raised as a girl in the Catholic church, so those first two are already second nature. It's the third one that might be a problem. So you make a deal with yourself (seems you make a lot of those these days) that you'll never try to bargain with them unless you have no other choice.

So you spend a long day typing up a letter, then come outside in the evening and read it aloud, being sure that you don't trip over any words.

"To whom it may concern,

I purchased a camera without knowing that you had taken residence on my property. In my ignorance, I worry that I may have caused you offense. Let this be your notice that I will not replace the camera. I do not consider you indebted to me or believe that I have any leverage over you. If you would like me to delete the footage I have recorded, I will do so.

With sincere apologies for any impropriety,

The man currently taking residence in this house."

You "signed" the paper in pen. You considered putting a bloody thumbprint on it, but giving them your prints and DNA felt a little too…intimate? Admittedly, you're not sure what they'd do with those, but you're fairly sure you'd prefer not to find out. So you tape the paper to your birdfeeder once you've finished reading it. Gram asks what the hell you think you're doing. She calls you by your dead uncle's name. Testosterone is a magical thing.

The next day you discover the birdfeeder still hanging in place, albeit emptied of seeds. The paper remains too, covered in sticky little handprints. You decide that that's as good a confirmation as you're going to get, so you fold it and tape it underneath your mailbox for lack of anywhere more appropriate to put it. A contract signed? Wouldn't be the worst piece of paper in your life.

Gram's been gardening her whole life, but in the past few years of living alone, her plants have all long since died. You wonder if that's why the fairies moved in. Given that, you use the same method to ask permission to begin a garden again, both reading and writing that they can communicate disagreement by tearing the paper apart. You get a sticky-printed, fully intact paper back the next morning. You decide you should keep these and make yourself a "fae contract" folder, and you put it on the desk along with other important documents.

With tacit approval, you look online for how one starts gardening, then immediately get overwhelmed by the amount of information and quit. Instead, you try talking to Gram about it, and she's spent long enough in this house to know what will grow well. You check to make sure the climate hasn't gotten too much hotter for some of the plants, and once you've done that, at her suggestion, you start with zucchini, green onions, and coneflowers. You also try to learn more via the internet, taking notes of all the complicated shit that apparently goes into gardening. God damn. You had no idea.

You have Gram watch you while you put the new garden together as best you can. You suck. Objectively. And she isn't able to help most days. But the plants are hardy enough that you can only fuck them up so badly. And soon you've got way more goddamn zucchinis than anyone could ever know what to do with.

You give some to your mom. Every Sunday, Mom comes and takes Gram to church. You're pretty sure it makes her happy, and you know she would have wanted that to be the case before it got this bad. Mom keeps trying to get into the house and you keep not letting her. She calls you by your old name. It confuses the hell out of Gram. And she's always trying to get her "back to reality". It's not healthy.

…you wonder if you're just keeping an old woman away from her beloved daughter because of your issues.

The fairies like the zucchini. Thank god. They like the chocolate zucchini bread that you learn to make from a twink on tiktok even better. You haven't told your internet friends about them. You don't know if they'd believe you. You hardly know if you believe yourself.

Over the next five years, the garden grows. On year two, the fairies provided requests. You don't know where they found the paper, but you're pretty sure they drew the pictures of plants in berry juice. Luckily, they're pretty good artists, so you're able to start growing the beautyberries and sugarsnap peas they ask for.

Gram gets weaker and weaker. She's wheelchair bound all the time by year three. You offer to help your mom make her minivan wheelchair accessible, and she tells you that that's men's work. That's obviously as stupid to her as it is to you, especially considering that this means she's going to be doing it alone, but apparently she can live with that.

In year four, Mom and Gram have a fight. You don't know the details. Gram asks you to bring her to confession, and you do so as soon as possible. Nobody recognizes you. You appreciate that. On the way home, she tells you to "give it to the fairies". You ask her what she means. She asks what you're talking about. You redirect and that's the end of that.

Year five. You hire a full time nurse. It's expensive as hell, but Gram needs it. And you don't want to leave her. You've read too many horror stories about retirement homes. The nurses spend even more time with Gram than you do. The main three are a pleasantly grouchy middle-aged woman, an unpleasantly grouchy middle-aged woman, and a young man who's honestly kind of cute, but you've never let yourself indulge your bisexuality. Not while your Mom is watching. And it feels like she always is, even though she never visits anymore.

Year six. Gram's breast cancer's come back. Your mom asks you if you're planning to have her mutilated the same way you did to yourself. You tell her to go fuck herself. That's about how that goes. Gram's waking moments become rarer, never mind lucid ones, but in one such rare moment, she tells you not to spend all your money on her. She tells you she's ready. You bring a priest over to give her last rites. Again. You're doing that daily it seems. And one day the unpleasantly grumpy middle-aged woman wakes you up and tells you that your grandmother is dead. You're honestly glad it was her. The others would have tried to say it gentler. You tell the fairies, not sure whether or not they'll care. If they do, they don't show it.

Only your mother recognizes you at the funeral, so you don't stay long. The obituary says she's survived by her daughter and two still-living sons, and her many grandchildren, particularly her granddaughter. Your mom wrote it.

…bitch.

The reading of the will is coming. As far as you know, she never updated it. Apparently you're wrong about that. She must have somehow convinced a nurse to let her talk to an attorney, who she must have convinced she was lucid, because she left the house to your dead uncle.

Nobody else in the family has that name, after all.

…legally. Your mother made sure of that. You don't know how, but she did.

The previous will left it to her three remaining children. Apparently they've agreed to sell it. You don't know what will become of it after that. What will become of the garden. What will become of the fairies.

You only manage to go outside and tell them after falling off the wagon for the first time since you moved in here. You don't remember what you say to them. You hope you don't say anything disrespectful. You bring out one of the folders of important documents. You think it's theirs. Or something. The clearest memory you have is crying (like a little girl) for them to take it all away.

The next morning, you wake up, head surprisingly free of pain. You're pretty sure you remember falling asleep outside, but you're on the couch instead. The folder is wet. When you open it, you find out it's for actual legal documents.

One of them is your birth certificate.

It was ripped apart. Then taped back together.

Your mother remembers. She doesn't understand it, but she remembers. Nobody else seems to though. All they know is that the newer will is obviously referring to you by the name you were given when you were born.

You make as much chocolate zucchini bread as you possibly can and leave it out that night. And then you go to the graveyard and leave bouquets of coneflowers on the graves of your grandmother and your uncle with the unusually feminine name.

#Writing #My writing #Fiction #Faries #Fae #Transphobia #Dementia #Death #I don't regret the second person perspective but I know it's kinda weird #Feel free to give critiques by the way #Accepting criticism

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beef-brisket · 2 months ago

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Lucifer rolled his eyes. Bella. This guy must think he's fucking hilarious.

Lucifer: you're more Bella than me! With that stupid look on your face and 2d personality-

Adam: fuck man, I know I hurt you last night but no need to make untrue insults! Fuck twilight, all those characters suck... except that chick- Alex? Alice? She was fucking hot.

Lucifer just stared at this fool. Alice. Really? Every sane person knows Jacob's the hottest- but that's getting off topic.

Lucifer: look, just help me sit up so I don't choke while I'm eating.

After what felt like an hour of struggling and an unreasonable amount of pain; Adam managed to get Lucifer sitting up, and leaning comfortably against a pile of pillows. His arms also seem to work, so Lucifer blessed the lord for this small miracle.

Lucifer: right- state your name again.

Adam: Adam Steven Kadmon-

Lucifer: Steven? You sure?

Adam: ...yes? What's wrong with Steven?

Lucifer: ...nothing. let's move on- age and birth year.

Adam: ...right- uh 36 and I was born in 1720. October 19th, by the way, incase you want to get me something~

Lucifer groaned. This is going to be a long interview. Wait. 1720? The years currently 1987-

Lucifer: you're... 267 years old?! 36 my ass!

Adam: okay look, I can't just tell people I'm over 200 years old- and thanks by the way, I wasn't actually sure how old I was, math and all that shit

Lucifer: unbelievable. Fine, first question: how did you get this mansion?

Adam: it was my mother's, mother's, mother's, father's nephew's house. But before that, I think it was owned by a church? Or maybe it was an orphanage? Something random like that

Lucifer checked the tape recorder, because if this thing wasn't on, he was going to shoot himself. Good news for Adam's 80% cotton sheets, it's on and rolling.

Lucifer: right. Simple. Next question.

---Back in town---

Two cloaked woman shuddered from the cold as they shut the door to the inn. It was cozy looking, for some run down village in the middle of nowhere. One rubs her hands together, and takes her hood off. Her blonde hair is tied up tightly, she pushes a few loose strands off her face while she looks around the room. Every table was empty but one. In the corner sat a man? They were hard to see because of the newspaper that was in front of their face, their foot tapping to the old timey music that played from an ancient looking radio that was next to them on the table.

At the end of the room was a bar, the wall lined with different coloured bottles filled with different alcohol. None were labeled. At the bar was a sour looking man, he looked completely done with whatever was going on in his life. The woman watched as her partner pulled her hood off and walk up to the man at the bar, she stared at the person at the table for a minute before turning back to the bar keep.

Women 2: excuse me. Do you have a room available? We'll need it for a week- two weeks tops.

Bartender: you blind lady? Does it look like this place is fully booked?

Woman 2: do you have a room or not?

The man stared at her, his sour look didn't change. He glanced at the blonde as she walked up next to the other.

Women 1: Vaggie, be nice- hi sir, my name is Charlie and this is Vaggie. We'd uh, like to book a room for two weeks, please

The bartender scoft as Vaggie? Glared at him.

Bartender: Just call me Husker. Or don't, not my problem. You can have the room upstairs, two weeks, $600.

Vaggie: $600!? Are you insane?!

Charlie: Vaggie please! That's fine sir- thank you!

Charlie opens her bag to fish out the money, soon handing it to Husker. He shoves the money is his apron pocket, going back to cleaning a few glasses that are on his bench.

Vaggie: Do you know anything about the.. interesting- person- who lives in that mansion on the hill?

Husker: nope. He comes in here once a year or so.

Vaggie: he comes here and you know nothing about him?

Husker: listen lady, I don't ask questions, he doesn't say much more than "hello" and "goodbye". If I'm lucky, he won't say anything at all.

Vaggie: unbelievable-!

Charlie quickly butt's in, she knows how quick to anger her girlfriend gets and she'd really like not to repeat what happened on their last mission.

Charlie: do you know his name or anything? He might be hurting people here and we'd like to talk to him- nicely!

Husker: hurting people? I don't know what you're talking about lady, no one's getting hurt here-

Vaggie: that's because no one is getting hurt- their getting killed! Random people going missing then show up outside of town in the swamp- butchered! Mangled! Torn apart in some cases! Are you this tone deaf?!

Charlie quickly puts her hand on Vaggies shoulder, holding her back from trying to jump the bar and strangling the poor man.

Husker: heh, 'butchered' is one way to put it

Vaggie- you heartless son of a-!

Charlie- lovely person-! Thank you Husker- for everything, we'll take our leave now-

Husker watches as Charlie drags her still complaining girlfriend up the stairs to the only room. He could still hear Vaggie yelling and cursing, why could he never have normal guests?

Alastor: did you hear that, old pal?

Alastor lowered his news paper, and dialed down the volume of his radio. Husker looked over to the young man, his brown eyes appearing red behind his red tinted glasses.

Alastor: a butcher that loud, young women said~ that was quite the ring to it, don't you think?

Alastor grabs his empty whiskey glass and walked over to the bar, placing it down infront of Husker, who quickly refilled it.

Husker: don't go getting any funny ideas Al, she didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure she would have been more friendly if she knew you were the one dumping those people out there in the swamp-

Alastor- bayou Husker- dumping those poor, innocent souls in the bayou~

Husker: Ha! Innocent. Those fuckers are as Innocent as you-

Alastor: damn right, kitty. But at least I'm doing the world a favor by throwing out the trash.

Alastor sips his drink, turning in his seat to face one of the many windows. His eyes look over his red tinted glasses and at the old mansion.

Alastor: That bad mouthed woman does make a good point though~ that man up there is pretty interesting, is he not my good man?

Husker knows that smile on Alastors face. The fucker always smiles but only Husker knows what smile means what. His smiles nearly straight? He's annoyed. A slight curve at the edge of his lips? He's mad. A full, but relaxed smile? Well, that's just his usual fucked look. But this smile? That shows nearly all of his teeth and gums? A smile that's forced by the sheer amount of glee and excitement he feels? Husker knows this smile all to well. And nothing good comes from it.

Husker: Adam's just a guy Al, nothing special-

Alastor: that's were we differ in opinions, dear Husker. That man is more than special, he's extraordinary! You've seen his eyes, have you not? That man doesn't need tinted glasses to get those red irises~

Husker can't help but swallow, and stop cleaning his glass as Alastor pulls a knife out of.. somewhere? And stabs it into his clean bench- fucker.

Alastor: oh, how I would love to taste him~ especially those eyes of his~

Alastor can't help but laugh, everything was hilarious! Strange man on the hill? Two random, interesting women, one who's blaming his kills on Adam; the fucking nerve of her, Husker's tense and uneasy look and not to mention his new title!

Alastor: the Bayou Butcher! What a ring that has!

Husker: ...sure boss

---Back at the Mansion---

Adam: are you sure you don't want to know my dick size?

Lucifer pinches his brow and sighs, refusing to look at Adam. He covers the tape recorder, making sure he isn't heard.

Lucifer: I sucked you off, smart ass! I know how big you are-!

Adam: by feel! Not the exact size!

Lucifer: just- answer the question: where and how did you become a vampire?

Adam tensed in his seat, looking everywhere but Lucifer.

Adam: I-... don't know-

Lucifer: you don't know!? Stop fucking with me Adam, right now!

Adam: fine! Fine, I'll tell you- shit. My mother was an adventurer, okay! She'd take me and my sister everywhere with her! It was- uh.. yeah- It was in Italy! We were camped up somewhere in Italy, she left to go talk to the locals. She went missing for three fucking days! And when she came back... she wasn't the same.

Lucifer: she was a vampire, you mean?

Adam: well- yeah, but we didn't know that, we thought she was just sick! When we got home... that's when shit got bad. She tried to turn my sister and I. And... it worked

Adam looked down as he mentioned his sister. Lucifer noticed the glare he had on his face when mentioning his mother.

Lucifer: your mother's name?

Adam: Sera.

Lucifer wrote the name down in his small note book.

Lucifer: and- your sister? What happened to her? Is she here?

Adam shrunk back in his chair, closing his eyes.

Adam: Emmy.. Emily, her name was Emily. My beautiful, baby sister- she killed herself. She couldn't handle becoming- what I am. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want to become a monster.

Lucifer stopped writing and looked at Adam, he's angry at the man but his heart breaks as Adam tells him about Emily. What a sweetheart she was, but there was one question that kept popping up in his mind- he had to ask it, even if it gets him killed.

Lucifer: why did you become a vampire? Why didn't you follow your sister?

Adam didn't move for the longest time. Lucifer was starting to get worried. Did he over step? He definitely over stepped. Fuck. Shit- fucks sake Lucifer-. He stopped breathing. Adams eyes were on Lucifer, and they had that same, dreaded pink colour- the same as last night. That bastard said he'd be fine for another day or two!

Adam: ...I was already a monster.

Lucifer gulped, his hands were getting clammy. Good fucking job Lucifer. You picked the worst man to interview. Thanks for the jinx, Lilith!

Adam: ...do you have any more questions Lucifer?

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.

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steddie-thirst · 2 years ago

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Family Video | Steve Harrington x Munson!Reader BLURB

[Let me know if you'd like a full story, just a little thought in my head this morning]

"Dustin, I really don't have time to discuss your stupid little fantasy game." Steve groaned through the phone.

"It's not stupid! You're stupid!" Dustin argued. Steve laughed and fiddled with the phone cord on the desk.

"Hey man, I'm not the one parading as an elf or some shit." Steve replies back half-tempted to hang up if the kid was gonna have an attitude. He'd learn his lesson one way or another.

"You're being a real asshole right now." Dustin declared. "It's just for one night! Eddie will kill me man."

"Oh, Eddie." Steve rolls his eyes. "Your new best friend right?"

"Steve, I'm serious." Dustin whined not fully comprehending why he was being so stuck-up. Sure he hung with Eddie more, but that was only because he was always at work. Sometimes he had to work late and by that time Dustin would already be headed home.

Steve couldn't come up with response, "I'm not busy that day, but there's gotta be something else you--Holy shit." Dustin stood there in silence before Steve spoke again. "Dude, I gotta call you back, customers."

"Wait no--" Steve hung up and Dustin hugged setting the phone down. "Fuck!"

Steve smiled at the girl that just walked in as she approached the counter, "Hello, welcome to Family Video, how can I help you today?"

You smiled and hold up the stack of VHS tapes all horror movies. Steve nodded, "Gotcha, what's the name?"

"Well it's going to be under my brother's name. Eddie Munson." Steve starts to type in the name, but freezes and turns back to you.

"I'm sorry could you run that by me again?" Steve thought he was dreaming. There was no way this super hot, but kind girl had been related to Eddie.

"Eddie Munson. I know I don't look anything like him but we are blood related. Who else binge watches these kind of movies for fun?" You hold up the tapes and Steve checked the records. Indeed Eddie had chose the same three moves in the course of one month.

"Good point." Steve replies taking the videos off her hands. "Say, what's your name?" He asked leaning over the counter, after setting the movies aside.

You giggle, "It's (Y/N), and of course you already know my last name." Steve nodded and smiled deciding to shoot his shot. Eddie may be a freak, but damn were you gorgeous the true epitome of beauty.

"Say, (Y/N)? Are you free this friday?" Steve asks out of curiosity and you smiled.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Would you like to catch a movie? Maybe grab some dinner?" Steve offered. He was worried he'd get rejected and like hard, but you simply stated back at him smile on your face as you replied.

"I'd love to. 6:00?"

"6:00." He confirms.

"I'll see you then, Steve." You hand him a folded piece of paper and then walked out of the store. Steve had to call Dustin back later.

#eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fandom #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington family video #family video #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #x reader #steve and dustin #dustin henderson #gaten matazarro

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wwenhlimagines · 2 years ago

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Filming or making a sexy movie with Ricky Sparks

Stroke Daddy Starks

I know this was originally a headcanon request, but I couldn't resist 😜

Warning: Smut 18+ only

Ricky was preparing to go on the road for the next big pay per view and you weren't planning on going with him this time. So he decided he needs a little something to remind him of you.

"Are you serious Ricky? You know how I feel about the potential of anything getting leaked and you want to make a sex tape?" He looked at you over his sunglasses "Why yes I do, if I can't have the real thing, then I need a reminder of how you look with my cock in your mouth, the sounds you make as I eat you out, and how well your stroke daddy makes you fall apart babygirl." You roll your eyes and groan as you gesture for him to go ahead and set everything up. He giddily sets up his phone on the dresser and starts recording.

"C'mere gorgeous, you are looking ravishing baby." You giggle as he wraps his hands around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck as your lips connect. His fingers dance along your back as the kisses grow more needy and passionate. He leaves kisses across your jawline and down your neck as you work on getting the buttons of his shirt undone. His lips suck lightly right under your ear as your hands open his shirt and slide up his torso before pushing the shirt off his shoulders and arms.

His hands grab the bottom of your shirt and he slowly pulls it up and over your head as he whispers in your ear. "Make sure you are loud enough for the recording. I love hearing all of your whines and whimpers as I get you ready for me." You nod your head and kiss him again as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra easily and you let it fall to the ground. Your hands go to his pants and start working on his belt as he pulls your body closer into his allowing your hardening nipples to graze his skin.

You undo his pants and shove them down enough for him to kick out of them before he picks you up and lays you down on the bed. He takes his time taking off your shorts and he kisses his way up your legs and before discarding your panties as well. You grab your tits and play with your nipples as he settles between your spread legs. He leaves open mouthed kisses up your slick lips before sucking your clit lightly. Your light groans didn't seem to be enough for him as he pulled his hand away and slapped your clit.

You become much more vocal after the little reminder and let your right hand pull his hair lightly as he thrust 2 fingers inside you and slowly stroked your gspot. "Tell me what you want babygirl." Your head flew back into the pillow and he started to suck your clit again "Fuck Daddy, I want to cum all over your face." He hums against your clit and his fingers become relentless thrusting and hitting your gspot as his mouth works wonders. Your back arches and you push his head closer as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. He slows down his fingers as he feels your body relax before pulling them out and turning to the camera winking as he sucked his fingers.

"Ricky, this video is for you... why are you winking at yourself?" He chuckles as he spins your body 90 degrees to let your head hang off the edge of the bed. "Sweetheart, you are getting the video too and then we are going to watch it at the same time while I'm on the road." You smirk as you look up at him standing next to your head "Drop 'em Daddy." He bites his lips as he lets his boxer briefs fall to the floor and positions himself in front of your mouth.

You reach out and stroke his hard cock a couple times before kissing the tip and slowly wrapping his lips around it licking the precum off. Your tongue teases the tip until his hands land on your tits and squeeze them as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. You moan against him as he pinches and rolls your nipples between his knuckles. He slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth until you fully relax your throat and let him fuck your throat as he uses your tits to keep his balance. Just when you think he is about to cum he pulls out of your mouth and helps you adjust to let your head lay on the bed again.

He walks around the bed grabbing a condom on his way before slipping it on and kneeling between your legs. You wrap your legs around his hips as he leans forward and kisses you. He bites your lip and pulls back a bit before releasing it and smirking down at you. "Are you ready for me baby?" You nod before kissing him again and whispering against his lips "Show me what you've got stroke daddy."

The fire grows in his eyes as he suddenly plunges inside causing your eyes to roll back. He starts off slow making sure to roll his hips in a way to give your clit a little attention here and there. However, you knew he wasn't one to stay in one position for long, especially when he felt he had something to prove.

Starting off your legs were around his waist for missionary, then he turned you onto your side holding your right leg against his chest. Next, he flipped you all the way over for doggy and pulled your hair. He made sure you were almost ready to cum every time and just as you were getting close he would change positions. You were groaning with each denied orgasm, but he would quickly have you moaning his name again. He started putting you in positions you have never tried before, but he definitely knew which angles to go in at to have you begging for more.

Eventually, he returned to missionary but he put your legs over his shoulders and put a pillow under your hips before leaning over you and pounding into you making your fingers dig into his back as you moaned his name over and over again. He groaned as you clenched onto him before moaning your name and sloppily thrusting a few more times to work you both through your highs.

Your whole body was shaking as he carefully removed himself and went over to grab his phone. He then brought it over and showed your fucked out face and stopped the recording. He put his phone down and came back over to you smiling. "What can I do for my beautiful princess now?" You smiled before making grabby hands at him. He chuckled leaning over and kissing you sweetly. "I'm going to run us a hot bath in the jacuzzi tub and we can cuddle in there." You smile before kissing him again. "Take me with you though. I need my Ricky right now." He smiles before picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom setting you down on the countertop.

Ricky starts the bath and you giggle to yourself as he leans over and puts your favorite bubble bath in. He stands up and turns his head to look at you. "What are you giggling at?" You smile and kick your legs a little "You have a cute butt." He smirks at you before smacking his own ass "Excuse you, I have a damn good ass." You laugh as he wiggles his butt and continues prepping the bath.

Soon enough, he tests the water before grabbing you and placing you in the tub before he slides in behind you. You hum as you lean back and cuddle into him relaxing before you two spend the next 30 minutes talking and playing with the bubbles.

Tags: @moxleyunstable @daddyhausen @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @gethooked @hooks-martin

#ricky starks imagine #ricky starks smut #aew imagine #aew smut #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut

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byuntrash101 · 4 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

Tag list: @lovebuginlove @calamell @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @f4ncyvelvet @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove @myexoobsession @geniusloey @blahblahblah-boo

Tell me if you want to be added/removed

PARAPHILIA masterlist | General masterlist

(Artifical love will forever be that bitch! Also the way he pushes his jaw to the front, and breathing heavily like that 🥵🥵)

Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room, you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away. By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank.

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah... I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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SSR Ciro Birthday Boy Vignette

Happy Birthday (Part One)

"Ciro! Happy Birthday!"

Ciro: You too- I mean, thank you!

"Are you nervous?"

Ciro: A little... it's the first time I've been interviewed

"Take it easy, you're doing great"

Ciro: T-Thanks

"Tell me, Ciro. What are your birthday plans?"

Ciro: At first… I didn't have any plans to be honest, on my previous birthday I spent working in my room and… my brother got really angry about it

Ciro: So today he made sure to keep me busy having fun.

"For example?"

Ciro: BOARD GAMES!

Ciro: Draco gift me a new board game and I want to play it with the Diasomnia students.

Ciro: I also want to share it with the board game club after this (Smiles shyly)

Ciro: It was a game that I was waiting for a long time and I want to share it. We are mice from a secret association that is dedicated to solving missions and rescues in the different cities of Twisted Wonderland and we do it through networks of confidants, contacts and similars.

"It sounds a bit complex…"

Ciro: It may seem overwhelming, but it's very easy to understand, I played it a while ago at a convention and it's very addictive

Ciro: If you want, you can stay to try it

"I would love to. What other board games do you like?"

CIro: Oh! That is a difficult question…

Ciro: ... (Keeps thinking for a moment)

Ciro: In general I like classic role-playing games.

Ciro: They take some preparation for all that to make a character sheet, explain rules and jobs, but the games are so fun.

Ciro: I would like to make it more elaborate by making models and costumes, but… I guess it's too much (Smiles shyly)

Happy Birthday (Part Two)

"Besides board games… what other things do you like?"

Ciro: It's… Particular

"What do you mean?"

Ciro: I love listening to music, I have a list with… basically everything and I usually play it in the background while I work

"There's nothing strange about that-"

Ciro: Let me finish.

Ciro: But there is a genre that I love and I know that it is not very shared or… common: Eurobeat

Ciro: I know that it doesn't sound too much, but you don't know how many times they look at me in a weird way and heard coments like it's loud, scandalous music… (He crosses his arms frustrated) It's frustrating…

"I'm actually surprised that someone here has 80s, 90s tastes"

Ciro: O-Oh! (Scratches the back of his neck) You'd… you'd be surprised how many things I have from that time.

Ciro: Wait, actually… (Gets up to look for something) Obviously I don't have everything here, but I can show you the things I still use from that time… Here

Ciro: It's my discman, I usually use it to listen my Eurobeat CDs

"It's impeccable, almost new!"

Ciro: Of course, I treasure these things like gold on a cloth, especially now that they are difficult to find.

Ciro: At home I also have a Walkman and a vinyl record player from that period. I use them for decoration now, but they are fully functional

Ciro: Not to mention what I have on my shelf… Those are full of CDs, Vinyls and VHS tapes

Ciro: Obviously a laptop or phone with everything in is more practical, but I like the feeling of having it in my own hands physically

"You really like these classic things, don't you?"

Ciro: Well, they were from our best days. These things make me very nostalgic and as we adapt to the big city, it's hard not to get attached to them.

"You talking about your brother, right?"

Ciro: The same! Since he knows that I liked these things, he usually gives them to me every time he goes to flea markets or antique shops.

Ciro: The typewriter in my room is precisely one from those "shopping days"

Ciro: Oh! I almost forget, Draco has made muffins for the party. Do you want any?

Ciro: They look as good as they taste. You won't regret it (Luckily Lilia hasn't touched it)

Happy Birthday (Part Three)

"Hmm, It's really good"

Ciro: They are! Draco is really good with baking. (Smile with some pride)

"Earlier you mentioned something about spending your birthday working…"

Ciro: Yes, I usually spend my birthdays like any other day… maybe treating myself to some exotic berries, but nothing fancy

"Oh? Why?"

Ciro: Well… I have MANY birthdays ahead of me.

Ciro: More than I'm willing to admit…

Ciro: But I guess that being in a new place, Draco found it intolerable for me to do the same as every other year.

Ciro: And… I understand, even Floyd asked me about it

"What were you working on, exactly?"

Ciro: History of Briar Valley. It's a project I'm still working on, there's so much to dig into…

Ciro: Fae history, history of magic, I even had to dig up the history of one of the great seven and ask Sebek about it.

"Why Sebek?"

Ciro: Originally I was going to ask Malleus, but he insisted on not bothering him and… I honestly didn't expect Sebek to have so many details about it (Maybe too many…) but I don't regret it, his information was very useful for the investigation

Ciro: Even with everything and without being finished, It is on pause with another project…

"What is that other project?"

Ciro: It's… secret for now…

Ciro: But I can anticipate that the story will be quite familiar to you

Ciro: I even have the title for one of the chapters: "Welcome to the world of villains"

"Wow, you're really quite fascinated about it"

Ciro: At first I was hesitant to do it, but it was too interesting to pass up, I needed to record all of this somehow.

Ciro: It's a project that I started this year, so it's normal that I still have so much to do, but all this effort will be worth it.

"I wish you a lot of encouragement with that, I would love to read what you have in the pipeline"

Ciro: (Laughs sheepishly) You'll be the first to know and have a copy when it's released.

"Thanks for this interview Ciro and again, happy birthday"

Happy Birthday Ciro!

Birthday boy card for my babybird! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) (Groove Art soon! I gotta update this post when it's finish)

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