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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Might I request an enemies to friends to lovers with Astarion?

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK LITTLE DRABBLE. IT IS ALMOST 4K WORDS. It also became a songfic. The song is "Your Stupid Face" by Kaden MacKay

Also it is 11:20. I am so tired. I do not have the energy to proofread this rn. So it's as good as it's gonna get

Warnings: self-doubt, bickering

Word Count: 3,957

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I just really hate your face

Though I know that won't surprise you

But, to me, your skin is one giant wart

And your laugh's one big snort

And you stink, so in short

I despise you

You disgrace the human race

'Cause you're more of a mosquito

I would rather have the dentist and drill

Then this swine in the swill

And if you were a bill, I would veto

And if the world was perfect, you would be gone without a trace

But since the world could never be that great

I'll just hate your stupid face

Astarion sighed just behind you. You glared over your shoulder at him. Did he really have to be so annoying when you were trying to help? What did he have against doing the right thing?! Or were all high elves as up their asses as him?

The little girl glanced nervously between you, her hands fiddling anxiously with each other. “I-Is that alright?”

You turned back to her with a big smile, though Astarion could see the strain behind it. “Of course! It’s no problem. We’ll find your toy and bring it back before nightfall, how’s that sound?”

“Really?!” Her eyes became wide and excited, bouncing on her feet like there were hot coals beneath it. “Thank you so much!”

You watched as she ran off back to her mother, jumping as she grabbed the woman’s arm and pointed at you. You smiled, genuine this time, and waved to them both. Then, you turned to go back into the woods.

The joy didn’t last long.

“I thought being an adventurer meant slaying dragons, learning powerful spells, gaining power - that sort of thing.” Astarion sighed again, long and dramatic, as he stepped over a branch. “But, no, here we are, armed to the teeth, tadpoles crawling into our minds, looking for a stuffed animal.”

You grit your teeth together and tried to ignore him. The sooner you found the girl’s stuffed bear, the sooner you could stop listening to his whining. “She said she lost it over here, somewhere, but something could have taken it or moved it by now. If we split up, we can cover more ground.”

You could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes. “Oh, great. If I find it, I’m not telling you. And I’m certainly not going to touch it. Gods only know what’s on it.”

“You’re such a child!”

He lays a hand over his chest, looking down his nose at you. “I’m so sorry that I have some dignity left.”

How did you get stuck with such an annoying, self-entitled, brat?

“Fine! Then I’ll look, and you can follow me around like a lost puppy.” You smiled sickeningly sweet up at him, your whole expression filled with sarcasm and annoyance. “Happy?”

He scowled. “And I have to follow you because…? If you’re so eager for my company, you should just say so, darling.”

You shook your head, facade falling. “You’re impossible.” You stomped off. He could follow you or wait around, you didn’t have the energy left to care.

—

Oh, no

I just really like your face

You don't have to look so happy

I'm not really into love that you flaunt

In some glittery font

But if that's what you want

Make it snappy

I just feel so out of place

Well, except for when you're near me

When you're gone, I'm like a plant with no root

Or a song that's on mute

Don't you dare call it cute!

You should fear me!

And if the world was perfect, you would've never invaded my space

But since the world's obsessed with saying, "psych!"

Now I like your stupid face

You tilted your head, watching as Astarion held up a mirror. The tadpole kept him from burning in the sun, but it did nothing to bring back his reflection.

“Looking at something?” His voice catches you off guard. It was odd to have someone talking to you with their back turned, even more so when he could see your reflection and you couldn’t see his.

“Just looking,” you tell him. “What are you doing?”

He sighs, forlorn. “I’m looking, too, but not seeing very much. Another quirk of my affliction.”

“Do you miss it?”

He stands and turns while he speaks, finally meeting you face-to-face. “Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity?” He sighs again. His face looks so droopy and sad, like a puppy left out in the rain. “Of course I miss it. I’ve never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.”

You look at his eyes, really look. It was hard to picture him with any other color. It was a side-effect of his vampirism, but you could go your whole life believing they always were and always had been red. “What color were they before?”

He opens his mouth to answer, then stops. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. My face is just some dark shape in my past.” His face scrunches up in rage as he throws the mirror on the ground. You step back to avoid the shards that break from it. “Another thing I’ve lost.”

You can’t imagine forgetting your face. It’s a rather big portion of who you are, after all. Thinking about looking in a mirror and seeing nothing stirs your stomach like a witch’s brew. You study his face, eyes tracing over every curve and sharp edge and wrinkle. You tried to imagine being him, no longer able to see what you looked like.

Astarion frowns at you. “What?”

“I’ll be your mirror.” The words are out before you can even think them, but a spark of hope flickers in his eyes, and you can’t bring yourself to back out of it now. “What do you want to know?”

“I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me.” He pauses. His voice gets soft, lacking its usual bravado. “What you see.”

He waits as you look at him. You try to figure out what the world sees, versus what you see. The world may see his eyes, sharp and red and keen. The world would see his dangerous smile, full of pretty teeth and sharp fangs, threatening to bite.

But it’s not what you see. You see his hair, paler than freshly fallen snow. You see the way it curls around his ears, how there’s always one stubborn strand hanging by his forehead. You see the wrinkles that crease his face when he smiles, surrounding his mouth and crowding in the corners of his eyes. And you’re startled, trying to figure out how long ago you’d noticed these things about him.

“I see… the creases when you laugh.”

He sneers, placing a hand over his chest. He takes it as an insult when you mean it in the kindest way possible. Without his wrinkles, he wouldn’t be Astarion. “Excuse me? I’m an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother.” He huffs. He looks like he wants to stop - never mind what he looks like, he doesn’t want to hear what else you could possibly say. But he continues, “You can do better. What else?” The curiosity wins out.

You wonder if you should tell him the easy answer. Tell him what the world sees. What everyone else sees. But to do so feels like a huge disservice. You inhale, prepared to be scolded once more. “I see the way your hair curls around your ears.”

“This is meant to be flattery, not poetry.” He sighs, creases forming between his brows as he frowns, annoyed. “Just tell me I’m beautiful and we can call it a day.”

“Is that all you want?” You don’t mean to sound as angry as you do. “Shallow praise?”

He scoffs. “Hardly.” He begins ticking off fingers. “There’s also gold, sex, revenge - quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.”

You shake your head. “What I see isn’t good enough for you then? The seductive, charming face you put on for everyone else - that’s what you want to know about?” He sneers. He hates how easily you’ve read him. And you hate how much it hurts. You can’t tell if it’s because your words mean nothing, or because he can’t even allow himself a single, beautiful flaw. “The world sees your eyes. They’re strong and piercing. And your smile: Dangerous. They see you for the monster you are. Are you satisfied now?”

You leave before he can answer you. Anger trembles in your fingers, but they’re weighed down with sadness. A conflicting bundle of emotions twists in your chest. You shouldn’t care if all he wants is to be called pretty and move on. You shouldn’t! And you don’t!

But you do…

—

I just really miss your face

Though, by now, I must disgust you

I had tried to be the stubbornest mule

'Cause I knew life was cruel

So I guess I was foolish to trust you

But I wait here just in case

Though I know I'm being senseless

How could I have ever been so naive

And wear my heart on my sleeve

When I knew it would leave me defenseless?

And if the world was perfect, you would be here in my embrace

But since the world denied me one last kiss

I'll just miss your stupid face

The sun burned. Truly, honest to gods burned. And he ran. What else was he supposed to do? Bake in the sunlight while everyone else said their teary goodbyes, “We’ll see you down the road”, yadda yadda?

But, he can admit when he messed up.

He should have stayed longer. By the docks. The sun was just beginning to rise, he had plenty of time to slip from one shadow to the next before it was high in the sky. He could have said his goodbyes. He should have.

Already he missed Karlach. He fondly remembers when she hauled him over her shoulder, jostling him about as she ran. He certainly wasn’t too pleased at the time, but now… And he missed her nickname for him. And the banter, and teasing, and… everything.

Everyone had their charms, he supposed. Gale was, well, Gale, but even he wasn’t too bad. And you.

It was hard to admit. He could say he missed the others all day, but you? You who dragged him into the woods to find a stuffed animal for a kid? Who begrudgingly let him have a sip that night he revealed himself? Who yelled at him when he couldn’t bear hearing anything other than he wanted to when you offered to be his mirror? Who hugged him after he killed Cazador? Who helped him save his brothers and sisters and all the other souls whose lives he ruined? Who smiled so sweetly at him?

He couldn’t say it.

After he ran away, cursing and damning the gods for confining him to the shadows again, he disappeared to the Underdark. You’d mentioned how they needed a leader, guidance. And, well, he had nowhere else to go.

He never got to see you run in the direction he left after saying your goodbyes, smiling and excited. Or watch as you search and search for him. How you shout his name. How tears well in your eyes as you realize he’s gone.

And maybe it’s better that way.

—

What are you doing here?

I didn't run away!

It was... it was a strategic retreat

What is there to talk about? It's over—I ruined it

Well, yeah of course I'm sorry, but

No, no, don't forgive me!

Why do you do that?

Why—why give me another chance to mess things up?

Because you—what?

Those three little words

Out of the blue

Completely uncalled for

Especially from you

Why don't you hate me?

Why do you care?

Can't you berate me? Isn't that fair?

Where is your glare?

Don't you dare leave our problems and pain on the shelf!

Because if you don't hate me, I can't hate myself

But that's why I need you

You shatter my fear

'Cause despite my misdeed, you are still right here

Though it's stupid to date me

You're willing to try

And if you don't hate me, then why should I?

Are you sure you don't want to give up on me?

You're a moron

The last thing Astarion anticipates is you barging into his home, stomping and angry. The next last thing he expects is for you to throw a cloak in his face. He backs up as fast as you approach, tripping and falling backward over an armchair. It tips back with him and he lands with a thud. When he pulls the cloak off his face, you’re standing over him, still just as pissed as before.

“Ah.” He grins sheepishly. “Hello?”

“You ran away!”

“Yes, yes, I know-”

“You ran away! I went chasing after you and you were gone!”

“The sun! I couldn’t-”

“I know! That’s why I went and got you that damn cloak! And I was going to give it to you on the docks, but you ran away!”

He struggles to get up, grunting as he tries to push the armchair off so he’s not bent in half. You huff and sit the chair upright. Then, you offer him a hand. He’s not sure if he should take it. He’s half-certain you’ll flip him over and crack the floor with his body. But you wave your hand, insistent, and he does not want to piss you off any more, so he takes it. You haul him to his feet.

He holds the cloak out in front of him, studying it with a frown. “Darling, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but clothes don’t actually protect us from the sun.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” You sigh, hands on your hips, but you seem to have cooled off some. “It’s the Cloak of Dragomir. Gale helped me find where it was hidden. I figured, if the tadpole is the only thing keeping you safe in the sun, then after it’s all over, you’d need something else to protect you. So.” You gestured at the cloak.

He was speechless, and perhaps a bit skeptical. It had already been several weeks since the docks, and every day he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. Basking in the sun. Lounging in her warmth like a cat as he sleepily flipped through a book. It sounded too good to be true - a simple piece of fabric that could prevent him from turning to ash?

“Are you sure it works?”

You laughed, airily and annoyed. “No, I had a shortage of vampires to test it on at the time. I was going to find out when you tried it on. If it didn’t work, well…” You let out a long breath. You refused to take your eyes away from the cloak. Like looking at him again would bring all the rage and frustration back. “I’m still in touch with Gale. He can help me look for something.”

He spun it around to look at the back. It was a deep purple, with the only remarkable feature being a sort of fur around the neck and shoulders. He could almost imagine it hanging up in a shop.

You cleared your throat. “Put it on.”

“Hardly the best place to test it. The sun doesn’t exactly reach down here.” Still, he unclasped it and swung it over his shoulders.

It was light and breezy, allowing air to move through, but warm enough it kept away any chill - not very concerning for a vampire, but still a nice feature. It reached mid-thigh. He shifted around in it, testing its movement and fit. He bristled when he felt something brush against his arm.

He lifted up the edge of the cloak where he felt it, and his undead heart stopped all over again. There, messily embroidered on the lining in gold thread. Little Star. A poor imitation of embroidered stars surrounded it, forming a sort of faux night sky.

“I did that.” You clear your throat and scratch the back of your head, avoiding his eyes everywhere you looked. Every time you glanced back at him and his dumbfounded face, your cheeks heated up. “I know it’s not as good as yours, but, you know, I thought it was the best way to get a message across.”

His chest was full of emotion. He still had a hard time deciphering it all, even after so long of you carefully teasing them out. But through it all was one resounding question.

“Why?”

You finally made eye contact with him. You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this can’t have been easy to get your hands on. You could have sold it when I ran away, but you embroidered it, sought me out… Why? Let’s be honest, dear, we’re not exactly friends.”

“We’re not exactly at each other’s throats either.” It came out harsher than you meant. You took a breath to calm your nerves. “I know we didn’t really get along when we first met - hells, we still argued about everything under the sun with the slightest prompting, but I do care for you.”

His lips quick up slightly. “An unfortunate choice. I’m not exactly the easiest person to care for.”

“No.” You smile, soft and patient. It was hard to look at you now and connect you to the person who barged into his room moments ago. “But I want to. You’re worth the effort.”

—

So you think that we could work?

Here I thought I'd been the dumb one—what?

You're forgiving me for all I did wrong

You're unmuting the song

And, again, I belong to someone

No! You can drop the stupid smirk

Though by now I guess you've earned that

'Cause no matter how intensely I pout

Your stupid face will win out

And I guess it's about time I learned that

And though we go together like a Chanel Nº 5 and mace

At least it's not as dull as fitting like a glove

'Cause you're a nightmare that I've not been dreaming of

But I suppose that when push comes to shove

Fine!

I love your stupid face

You tugged Astarion through the city, releasing short apologies left and right to any early-risers you bumped into. He’d tried asking multiple times where in the hells you were taking him, but you never answered. You just shot him a bright smile over your shoulder and kept on running.

Before he knew it, you were at the docks. A light orange hue lined the edge of the ocean, signaling the sun’s appearance. He frowned. “You dragged me all the way out here to watch the sunrise?”

“Yes.” You squeezed his hand. Your eyes were wide and bright and filled with overwhelming glee. “You never got to see it last time you were here. But now you can!”

He scoffed, a grin teasing at his lips. “Darling, we could watch the sunrise from anywhere. We don’t need to be exactly here to do so.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, no, but it’s more about the principle of the thing. You didn’t get to see that sunrise and say goodbye, but now you can.”

Red eyes scanned the horizon. Oranges and yellows flooded from the ocean-line, chasing away the dark blue of night. He couldn’t deny it was beautiful, but…

He swallowed, frowning out at the sea. He couldn’t look at your face as he asked, quietly, too afraid to actually put the words out there, “So this is goodbye?”

The edge of the star poked her head out. He’d enjoyed watching the sunrises and sunsets during your adventure. He would welcome her touch onto his skin every day, grateful for even just a brief moment to be able to feel her warmth again after 200 years. And every night he would mourn her loss, a seed of fear planted deep within that any sunset could be his last, before he would be contained to the shadows forever. He never got to savor the last one. The one time he wasn’t prepared to go gracefully into that night.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you whisper back. If you hear the shuddering breath he lets out, you don’t say anything. If you see the tears building at the corners of his eyes as he turns to look at you, you don’t point it out. “I can stay. With you. If you want.”

“I couldn’t ask that of you.” But I wish I could. He wants nothing more than to be selfish. To take every single scrap you offer him and give nothing back.

You release his hand only to better tangle your fingers together. Your thumb runs along his palm. “You wouldn’t have to.”

“You’d be living in the shadows most of your life, even with this,” he lifts the edge of the cloak to make a point.

“Okay.”

“You wouldn’t be able to go on adventures. You wouldn’t be able to find someone else, have a family, live your life.”

“Okay.”

“Why are you so willing to give up everything for me?”

You raise your free hand to his cheek. It’s haloed by the red-orange light of the sun. He hates the way he leans into it without a second’s hesitation.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’d stay because I want to be with you?”

He opens his mouth, shuts it again, and tries to find the words. Strained, he chokes out, “Yes.”

“My lovely little star, even without the cloak, I’d stay in the shadows with you for eons. Adventure would be empty without you by my side. There is no one else I could bear to put up with besides you.”

He takes a breath and closes his eyes. It’s hard for the words to sink in, but he urges them to. Staying with him would not be a burden. He is not a burden. He holds your hand to his cheek, pressing it tighter against his skin. By the time he opens his eyes again, the sun is halfway risen.

“I’m not good at… this. Whatever this is. I have no idea how to do anything more than what I had to do. I have no idea what will happen.”

You smile. “Now that sounds like an adventure.”

He chuckles. The knot in his heart loosens. When had you turned from an annoying thorn in his side to this? How long ago had you wormed your way into his soul? What would he do without you?

He feels like he’s just been thrown downstream - caught in the current and waiting for it to burn. He’s uncertain as he leans forward slightly, experimentally. You let him come to you; you wait patiently and smile at him encouragingly until he rests his forehead against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

The sun warms his skin as he lets go of the guilt holding him back. He’s a mess. He’s still working through his emotions with Cazador, trying to find footing amongst the spawn in the Underdark, trying to be good enough. And here you are saying he already is.

He catches your lips and allows himself to forget for the briefest moments that this is a terrible idea. How can he possibly think this is wrong when you sigh into his mouth and pull him closer? How can this possibly be wrong?

The reds, oranges, and yellows fade from the sky. Bright blue dominates the sky. And everything is okay.

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bagdaddyb · 1 year ago

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VIRGIN BOTTOM LARISSA WEEMS PUHLEASE

Her First Time

Pairing: top fem!Reader x bottom!Larissa

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW! Soft smut. Virgin Larissa.

AN: Feeling really soft rn

Larissa couldn't deny her anxiety as her feet carried her towards your apartment. She'd contemplated turning around multiple times even now she thought of unbelievable excuses to return to the santuary of her private quaters at the school but as she stepped up to your front door you didn't give her a chance waiting outside for your beautiful queen.

"Good evening lovely lady."

You said with a warm smile. Soft eyes taking in her gorgeous appearance.

"Good evening (Y/N)."

A light blush covered Larissa's cheeks at the thought of the events yet to come taking in your apartment as she entered candle light the only illumination in the space.

"Let me take your coat."

You eased the fabric off her shoulders slowly before hanging it up in your closet.

"Glass of wine?"

You asked smoothly hand coming around to hold her waist guiding her through your space. Though shorter than her you never let the height difference scare you away. If you were being honest you had a thing for taller woman.

"That would be lovely."

Your touch was causing tingles in Larissa's side. A heat starting to rise in her body.

"How was your week?"

Larissa let go of a sigh relaxing in the comfort of being able to talk about her day. You listened intently pouring her a few glasses allowing her to relax into the situation. You know how scary loosing your virginity can be and you want this to be perfect. As she goes on you move closer to her, subtly running your finger tips over her thighs and arms.

"Are you ready sweet thing?"

You ask softly leaning into her neck and placing light kisses. Red tinted the older womans cheeks, she could only nod in response. Standing from the couch you reach your hand into her leading her down the hall to your bedroom. Once you cross the threshold you pull her shirt leading her lips to yours. You start off soft pushing her back until her legs hit the bed and she sits down. Once you have a better angle you begin to devour her enjoying the way she begins to whimper into your mouth. You slowly unbutton her shirt exposing her snow white skin. Slowly you break the heated kiss, moving your lips down her skin to her neck then shoulders then chest. You appreciate her beauty.

"You have all the control here pretty girl. If at anytime you need me to stop you just say the word and I will. Tonights all about you, I'm gonna treat you like the queen you are."

Larissa's breaths come in short pants. Her attention is completely on you, focusing on the feeling your lips give her as they travel further down her body. You place light kisses on every piece of exposed skin you can before reaching your hands behind her back to let her bra loose. You bite your lip in excitement as you expose her full chest. Latching onto one nipple you suck with vigor enjoying the way Larissa's lips part in pleasure. Moving to the next you enjoy the way both her nipples stand at the attention before laying her back on the bed. You unbutton her skirt hooking your fingers in the waist line of the fabric before looking up at her.

"You ready pretty girl?"

She nods eagerly but that isn't enough for you.

"No I want to hear that sweet voice of yours."

"Yes."

Larissa lets go, the sound is close to a moan but you don't comment on it returning your attention to her skirt you pull the fabric off of her body teasingly slow. Throwing the skirt to the side you can't help the way you hungrily lick your lips at the sight of the woman before you. She was a goddess in human form, by far the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You still find her stories of past lovers near unbelievable how could no one of seen this ethereal being as gorgeous you didn't know but you weren't complaining. Now she was all yours to corrupt, to introduce to passions she'd yet experienced.

"Gods your so beautiful."

Your lips return to Larissa's skin just as the red in her cheeks begins to burn brighter. She wasn't used to receiving compliments even after all this time in her relationship with you it still felt unnatural to be put on this pedestal. Yet you never took it off showering her in comments that often left her speechless. Larissa's stomach clenches as your lips begin to travel down her stomach. The undeniable feeling of arousal pooling between her legs. As you neared her apex your arms rubbed down her thigh before hooking under her knees and lifting her legs to her chest. Your eyes dialate at the sight. The ways you could fuck this woman into the mattress below you flooding your mind but that was for another night. Tonight was meant to be soft. You kiss and suck on the back of Larissa's thighs, leaving light marks that would fade by morning. The action brings active moans out of Larissa. Bringing your hand to her visibly wet underwear you lightly rub at her before using your thumb to press down her her clit through the fabric. Larissa's moans grow louder as her hips begin to squirm.

"Can't wait to tasts you."

You whisper against her skin fingers hooking under the fabric of her underwear before pulling them down. You aren't as slow with this fabric eagerly pulling them off her body before pushing her legs up once more exposing Larissa to you completely. Larissa's blush takes over her whole body and she looks away. A newfound deeling of embarrassment at having been seen for the first time flooding her body.

"Look at me pretty girl."

You say as you stand at the end of the bed pulling your shirt above your head before removing your own bra. Larissa bites her lip as you expose your skin further turned on by your little show. You removing your pants leaving nothing but your underwear on your body. Pulling Larissa to the edge of the bed by her legs you lean over her. Guiding long legs to wrap around your hips as you meet her lips in a loving kiss. Larissa moans loundly when your chest presses against hers and suddenly the need to be impossibly close to you is all she can think about. Her arms wrap around your form pulling you as close as you can be you begin to heatedly make out again your hands running all over her body before gripping her ass. Before long Larissa finds her hips moving in search of friction. Anything to help ease this ache from between her legs and you break the kiss.

"Time for my meal sweetheart."

Your trail of kisses down her body is much quicker this time, now with a goal in mind. Larissa's stomach tightens and her hips rise as you get closer. She was unbelievably turned on. More than she'd ever been the few times she played with herself. Rocking back on your heels you wrap your strong arms around her milky thighs before glancing up.

"Eyes on me."

While a command your voice remained as soft as you'd been all night. Once blue eyes connect with yours you lean in slurping up her juices before latching onto her clit. You don't take this slow your own hunger put weighing ration but Larissa doesn't seem to mind. Loud pornographic moans begin to leave her lips. The feelings you were providing affecting her just as much as the predatory gaze in her eyes. You ate her with vigor, as if you'd never eaten anything else in your life. Her noise level only grew as her stomach began to clench tighter.

"(Y/N)."

She moaned and the noise sent a shiver through your own body.

"(Y/N) (Y/N)!"

She near screamed as the tightness became to much and she went over the edge. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Ten times more intense than anything she'd ever given herself. Her legs shook as you slurpped up her orgasm before climbing her body and locking her lips with yours. She could taste herself. Something she'd never thought she'd want to do but now as your lips merge with hers she feels an even more intense wave of arousal coat her body. Your hands rub up and down her body lightly squeezing at her delicate flesh before one hand makes the steady trek down her abdomen. You rub her clit quickly causing her body to rut against yours before running your fingers through her slick.

"God you're so beautiful."

You whisper against her lips as you kiss her.

"And all mine."

"(Y/N)."

Larissa whimpers back unable to do much else it seems.

"This might hurt a little baby."

You whisper to her as your fingers play at her entrance. You ease one finger in eyes watching closely to gauge Larissa's reaction. You take in the way she bites her lip and grips your arm. Pumping a few times before adding a second finger you take in Larissa small gasp of pain meeting her mouth in another passionate kiss. Soon pain gives way to pleasure and Larissa finds herself once again gasping from pleasure into your mouth.

"Thats it pretty girl, do I make you feel good."

"Yes."

Larissa whispers back against your lips arms wrapping around your body tighter.

"Come on baby, you feel so good. You hear how wet you are?"

It's only then that Larissa ques into the loud sloshing sound coming from between her legs and somehow it makes her even wetter.

"Yeah just like that, so wet for me. Taking me so well. Cum for me sweetheart, show me how good I make you feel."

As if you flip a switch in Larissa's body she finds her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body spasms as her orgasm completely takes over. Her breath is stolen from her lungs for the duration of her release and you continue to fuck her through it until she finally comes down from her high. Your arm wraps around her center holding her body close while meeting her lips in a few soft loving kisses. Ending with a soft hum you smile at the beautiful woman in front of you.

"So how was that for your first time?"

Larissa smiles at you sleepily. Hand coming to rub your cheek.

"Perfect."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa #principal weems #pricipal weems x reader #bottom larissa #bagdaddyb #wednesday netflix

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project-lumen · 2 months ago

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Hi, Red Spring anon here again (I couldn't think of a better name lol) :-D I have come with some ramblings and a few questions bec I am too curious for my own good.

So, I have come to the conclusion that since Red Spring was not mentioned in your guys' response (:0 you guys responded! woah - me) I am going to assume that it might (!) happen. I hope. If not, then I guess I'll sit in my room staring into the distance while the kazoo cover of "My Heart Will Go On" (from the Titanic movie, which I still have not seen yet, lol) plays loudly (/j). If you're doing it tho (or plan on maybe doing it, this blog has been up for, like, a week so far, I don't expect y'all to have your entire plot ready yet lol) don't tell me! I want the surprise when I (1:) play the game, or when I (2:) get to help with the game (hopefully) and thereby spoil myself.

But! Martren confirmed!!!! He's so underappreciated it's so sad </3

Also, having Scar as your favorite is very real. He's just so icon

Just saw the art guide earlier today and I am stoked! Especially for the SL style, that's a really cool take on it! Also LL being retro/90s vibes we love to see it

I took a glimpse at the lore post earlier (Lore(tm) <3 my beloved) and *ooooh I am interested*. I also had the funny thought earlier that since there are a bunch of Watcher Apprentices watching the games through the other players, does that mean our wonderful WC just keeps ending up with the winners of each season? Because if so, that's really funny. WC either has extreme mc energy or is unreasonably lucky and either way it's hilarious.

Right, questions. That's what this blog is for but *man ranting about how happy your guys' response made me is also a very appealing idea*.

So, y'know that one Instagram thingy of Jimmy praying to the Watchers? Will that be in the game (or can we influence Jimmy in some way)? I just think it'd be a cool thing to have in the story, like a brief peek into the mind of 1 Jimmy Solidarity. Or just whatever he's praying about, I guess. Idk how praying to the op eldritch beings works. If not, weeeell it just happened off camera and that's why it's not in the game, clearly, because I am definitely, 100% a game dev, I'm the secret one and I steal your internet speeds (/j).

Also, on Porl because I had an idea. So, she goes all insane and stuff in cannon, but can we potentially have the divorce squad *not* be the divorce squad? Can we have Pearl and Scott and Tilly (and Pearl's other 50 million doggos) as a happy little family? Can we somehow ruin the divorce squad even more? They're just so fun and messed up, I love them.

Also, kind of a joke question but also kind of not (i'd be funny if this was treated with 100% gravity for no reason), can we definitively prove that Etho is washed up? Can we disprove this? Can we at least make him pay child support for his children (/j)???

Also (I will find a better word to use someday I swear), I am excited for the snails. I don't know how it's gonna work but I'm excited nonetheless. I also read this fic where everyone was *really* sleep deprived because of the murder snails and I think that'd be funny to show by all of the sprites looking like they haven't slept in 48 hours, thank you for coming to my TED talk, that's literally all I have to say rn.

And, last but not least, Joel should hit Scott with his car, that's actually part of the True Ending, where Joel just drives around committing traffic violations and hitting people with his car instead of winning and then the Watchers come down from Watcher Land or wherever they live (i forgot the name but Watcher Land sounds like an amusement park so it's staying) and so Joel hits them with his car too trust me this is how he wins Life(tm).

Thank you for listening to my ramblings, have a nice day/night/evening/morning, and drink water and eat some food plz take care of yourself (that goes to all of you).

This is really long, sorry! - Red Spring Anon (i will come up with a better name soon, promise!)

Hi hello there Red Spring Anon! Nice to see you again, Arto, Pinkie and Kori here :3

First off, thank you so much for your ramblings that is what our blog is for! I think we might have to either hire you or steal your ideas/hj and you don't get to know which one is the /j part

Alright so, let's go over your points, starting with Red Spring: We can confirm that it will happen and our local Treebark expert has been brainstorming about it! We don't want to spoil too much but it'll be awesome, trust

The Art Guide was so much fun to make, and we are very glad you all liked it! :D (personally my favorite is the Wild Life style solely because I had a very clear idea of how Tango would look like :,> -Kori)

Also yeah, no, the main character energy with the WC is truly strong, maybe it is fate?

Jimmy praying to eldritch deities™️ would be pretty neat! Maybe in battle he could get a move that the next turn gives him a boost! Ooooooh, and there could be a chance that boost either doesn't happen at all or ends up being a nerf? :0 That would be a good idea to spice up battles, but out of that there could be maybe a little hidden Jimmy altar in the overworld, a funny reference to that, special cutscene and all! Just don't steal our internet pretty please :D

About the Divorce Squad, we can surely include them like a dysfunctional family instead of whatever they had going on in Double Life, all depending on your choices as a WC, we just need to take the script and try to solve it in a way that makes sense, but we will figure it out. Also about Etho, picture me this: he is a pretty mighty opponent in Third Life, we nerf him in Last Life, then nerf him more in Double Life to the point of just being support for Joel, and then in LimLife you can just one-shot him with any move and has a special move called "absent father" that makes him run away from any battle, but if you are able to defeat him, he gives you an item called "child support money" that you then give to Cleo, how's that? >:3 /j, probably

THE SNAILSSSSSS

(Might sound like a joke but my current placeholder sprites for test purposes in Unity are snails I sketched, 100% true)

We haven't gotten that far in script things, unfortunately, but bet that in the future we will have good snail mechanics :,]

And True Ending, yeah no I think you might have read our minds, Joel hits Scott with a 1970 Dodge Charger and then crashes into the void, breaking the simulation Truman Show style and messing up the continuum. Trust, that is what happens.

Thank you for sharing your ramblings Anon! Really nice to read them, you too take care and have a good day!

-Team Rocket

#projectlumenasks

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tweexcore-undrgrnd · 30 days ago

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ok um. Luna Rosa review. ... . ok

first things first i thought the movie started at 5 (WRONG) so i was leisurely sitting in my hostel relaxing when I got this message that made me think about the timings because . hm. yeah. 4?. 5?.

so I throw on my shoes and run down the street make it there for 25 past. no signs of the movie . I find an escalator up to screen 4 that's turned off and I ask if it's up there they say yeah but you're late it's already started and I'm like 😿😿😿PPS...pls.. and they go you can try whatever . so i RUN up this standstill escalator whole everyone looks at me like I'm insane I dash up to the door and get lost and ask someone else who's like yeah that's it but. idk if you can get in. I walk over to the door and there's a sign that says you can't go in because it's started but I can hear the sound of the movie and oh my god what am I doing I'm just going inside

I run in the place is packed so obviously I'm like erm. first row then so nobody notices me moving a lot I sit bang dead in the middle and start trying to absorb the movie. it is good. lots of people walk out and I almost fall asleep because I'm fucking exhausted . I keep trying to wake myself up to no avail so I go "bro you can't sleep what if Omar was here rn" and I turn to look at the rows next to me because I wanna know if I look stupid where I'm sitting whatever. the first row is empty apart from 1 person who is literally lying sideways fucking asleep ??? what??? i look past them down a seat and huh. huh what. WHAY. WHAT FUCKING OMAR IS SITTING NEXT TO ME ? ? WHAY? HIH? yeah I didn't fall asleep after that lol I was buggin. at one point I was so so so sure it was him that I went in the opposite direction trying to convince myself it wasn't him but ERM. ERM. TJE MOVIE ENDS AND THE Q&A STARTS LIGHTS GO UP HE JUST STANDS UP YEP ITS HIM.

he's also truly a little man. he's tiny. this is good. I spend the next 10 minutes twitching in my seat listening to him talk IN REAL LIFE LIKE 3 METRES IN FRONT OF ME. and then suddenly there's no more questions so I get possessed to ask something lame I fucking forgot what it was or what he said only that it felt like I was being live lobotomized having his personal attention on me talking to me I couldn't speak right or control my limbs I was a mess. IT GETS WORSE.

afterwards everyone is just filing out and only a few people are like. saying something to him so I go ok. I made him a little thing so. I'll go say hi. i try to say hello and everything falls apart the moment he replies and I try to apologise for being late or whatever but yeah it all . is gone. I reach into my bag and pull out this ridiculous fucking envelope covered in butterfly stickers to keep it closed and go "um I make bracelets and I didn't think you did so I made you some um" and I hand this shit to him along with a miniature movie poster that they gave out . I go "oh yeah I've got a pen so if" and then I can't find the pen. and I CAN'T FIND THE PEN BUT I JUST HAD IT BUT IM FUMBLING AROUND TRYING TO KEEP THE CONVERSATION. some other guy takes pity on me and hands me this silver posca (amazing btw) and I get a glittery Omar signed Luna rosa flyer . from the first ever showing . and I sat in the same row as Omar. and gave him kandi bracelets. what. WHAT.

btw he did the little hand on hip thing it was sooo cute . i hope to god nobody recorded that my voice did things I didn't know it could I have never sounded more pathetic than when I had that microphone. I'm gonna go for a nap and dinner now LOL

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ficyorick · 3 months ago

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I haven’t done this in a while but I don’t have any good juicy updates to share rn so I’m sharing a deleted scene :^) !!!!!

this is from chapter 7, it was part of the butcher and homelanders late night chat during which they sort of finally verbally acknowledge how much they need each other . this bit of dialogue has been haunting me … I’ve been trying to get this scene working in various chapters .. as back as chapter 2 honestly … but I always end up removing it bc it feels too self aware for homelander and that’s why it’s ultimately Kessler who says the same sentiment in ch8 . Someone else calls him broken but it’s homelander who notes that it’s the reason he keeps going, neither Billy nor Kessler can break him in a way that matter… it’s sad it’s Jesus-like it’s narcissistic it’s sooo homelander to me

I still might try to rework some of this dialogue in some other way … . Forgive me if u see it again in some shape or form !!!!!

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"Okay. So if I say don't—" Homelander paused, clearly struggling to let the next words pass through his throat: "—hurt me, are you going to listen?"

Billy thought about it. Then didn't answer. Homelander just let out a little triumphant hum.

"God, you think you're soooooo special." The couch behind him shuffled as Homelander sat up, pulling his jacket back on, zipping it up. Must've gotten cold again. "Blah, blah, blah… almost like you're the one getting tortured, not me. Jesus. Newsflash, buddy. Maybe you're the first person to really cut me up, but everything else you've been doing… well, it's a little bit pedestrian."

He was right. At least about Billy thinking only about himself. The rest sounded insane.

"What the fuck are you talking about." Butcher sighed out into his palms. He didn't even realize when he put them over his face, covering it up completely.

"You're getting stale. You have been for a while now." Homelander continued, settling onto his back again. His voice was hoarse but completely in control now. Factual even: "All that shit you've been doing to me, Vought already thought of. When I was a fucking child."

He knew this. Billy let his hands drop from his face. "Vogelbaum said—"

An instant interruption: "I don't want to know what he told you. I don't care."

"All I need you to know is that in the grand scheme of things, you're not even a blip on my radar. No matter what you do to me. Sure, I had my powers back then, now I don't, so it's been a bit of a transitional period to me—but I'm getting used to the pain, William. I'm getting used to it." The blue eyes dropped to his feet and traveled up his sick, cancer-ridden body only to stop at his face. A scowl twisted Homelander's face, a beautiful display of utter disdain: "What could you possibly do to beat sixteen years in a cage? Do you even have a year left?"

Billy had no answer.

"Hm. Thought so." Homelander tilted his head a little, gave him one last unimpressed look and withdrew.

"So what now?" Butcher asked hoarsley.

#posting from mobile sorry if looks yucky !!!#be deleted scenes

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dirgeforworms · 3 months ago

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OK SO kink event overall

The Ick:

Get kinkshamed within the first fifteen minutes by someone who was apparently deeply uncool with "that tactical shit" which they "guess some people are into." (Me, my voice high with offense and injury "YES. ME?") It's been a few weeks and yeah I'm still really upset by this? It sucked? It was mean. I have never been more aware that my tastes are niche until that very moment. tumblr, Twitter, thank you for not giving a fuck about military gear kink. Apparently this person were giving everyone a hard time that wasn't dressed in all-black "classic" BDSM fetish wear, which makes me feel a little better that it just wasn't me being targeted. Like, yes there was a dress code. The dress code said no jeans, I respect this. But the dress code also said uniforms were acceptable kinks wear and what is my fucking shit if not a uniform. What is my fucking shit if not elaborate genderfuckery. Like ok I don't know if you know this but I am not a military boy in real life. This is a kink thing.

Anyway ultimately I took off my pants (this was acceptable) and was roaming around in my jock strap so that was a thing. Ass out and packing all night and it was good.

The cops were out at the very end of the night and I had to put my pants back on, which was definitely some like, unprecedented levels of irony after needing to remove them to get in.

Everyone was kind of already paired up so there was really no pickup play. Someone else had waited in line for a few hours for something and ended up giving up. I was there just to watch so it wasn't a huge deal but it was definitely an issues for others.

It was sort of narrow "classic" BDSM stuff. I went with Pervert Chat (we will be using their scenes names, Bishop and Llewyn) and Bishop was vaguely disappointed by the lack of variety? Granted, all three of us are primarily online perverts so there's that.

SOMEONE BLED BLOOD AND WE MISSED IT.

The Yum:

Listening to someone get hit repeatedly is like, really soothing. Like you don't know how mesmerizing the sound of asscheeks being repeatedly slapped is until you just zone out watching someone get hit. It's great.

The classes were fucking awesome. I learned how to tie the world's most basic shibari on myself and it hit the same buttons as wearing a harness does so that was nice. I bought rope.

There were One Million attractive people there in various states of undress like wow I don't know about you but wow.

I ended up waiting in line to do some estim stuff and. Uh. Was glad my friend weren't there at that time because I was feeling some. Feelings. About being shocked. There was back arching involved and I think I said "holy shit" in a weird voice and I couldn't walk right afterwards. It was ultimately good and I'm glad I did it but hm. Hm hm. It sure was Sensation alright.

I had so many marks after being zapped (tools- dull knife, cattle prod, strings of beads ("jellyfish stings" via the person shocking me), and like a metal tinsel pompom thing) and it was nice to look at them for days but also the knife ones scabbed and got itchy, which was an unforseen but totally logical problem.

I met a nice pup who's staying in touch we chatted in line and held hands as emotional support during the estim since neither of us had done it before.

Me, sappily to a handsome cowboy drag king covered in butter who just sang a song about corn: "You were really cool <3" The Drag King: "Oh thanks!"

I need to meet up with the pup again but work is a fucking nightmare and I'm suffering from what I think is an eczema flareup so I'm mostly stressed and miserable rn and going out with a new person feels... Like something I don't want to do. But I should plan it at least.

Overall it was worth it I just wish that person wouldn't have immediately made me feel like a fucking interloper, especially since everyone else was really nice. I got to hang out with Llewyn and Bishop all day though. Bishop went home early bc he doesn't stay up past 9pm but Llewyn (who was really not interested in any of the kink his tastes are very narrow) was a great driver and was very patient when I stumbled off to the cuddle room with that pup and vanished for an hour. The cuddling was also really good. Turns out when someone kind of gently headlocks you into their chest it feels really nice.

#if my friends hadn't been there I would have been so fucking upset at the beginning #dirgeforworms #kink event 2024

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mrsshabana · 1 year ago

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Do you take requests? I'm having a really crummy time rn and would love to see Gyutaro stumbling onto a young woman with some pretty bad parent issues. Like, the man can fr relate.

Gyutaro comforts you when you're having family issues

❀ CW: Angst & Fluff, Gender neutral reader

❀ AN: I am so so sorry it took me so long to answer this one. It got drowned in the sea of requests, but I hope that you enjoy how it came out!

❀ WC:985

Gyutaro was waiting outside of Ume's school to pick her up from cheerleading practice. He got there a bit early so he was just waiting around outside by his motorcycle. And that's when he heard it. The sound of someone crying.

Walking around the corner of the brick building, he sees you sitting on the ground with your knees pulled up to your chest. Sniffling and trying to muffle your sobs.

Shit, Gyutaro thought as he stared down at you. He recognized you. You were one of the students on the team with his sister, you had even been to their apartment a few times. Gyutaro had never spoken to you much but he knew you well enough to know that you were a good influence on his sister. One of the few friends of hers that he actually approved of.

"Y/N?" he kneels down and puts a hand on your shoulder.

You peer up at him, "Oh, h-hey Gyutaro," you sniffle. Usually you'd be more embarrassed about crying in front of someone, but you've reached a point where you can no longer care.

"Everythin' alright?" He says with concern, trying to be kind but also not pry too much. He normally wouldn't give two shits about someone crying. But he knows you are his sister's friend and he has a soft spot for you. If someone saw his sister crying and he wasn't around to comfort her, he'd want them to help her too. He doesn't know if you have a big brother, but right now he's going to try to be that comforting big brother for you. It's one of the things he's best at after all.

You shake your head, "No." You mutter and cover your eyes as your tears continue to flow.

Gyutaro frowns and sits beside you, putting his hand on your back and rubbing it. "Do you wanna talk about what happened? I'm here to listen." He soothes you until you are able to calm down enough to speak.

You go on to tell him about the situation with your parents. And how every day you dread coming home from school and having to deal with their judgmental and controlling behavior. How you don't even feel comfortable in your own home, and it's gotten to the point of being unbearable.

"I-I wish I could just run away... I can't do this anymore Gyutaro. But I have no where else to go... I feel so trapped." You whimper, feeling everything crumbling around you as you finally verbalize your feelings to another person for the first time.

Gyutaro knows this feeling all too well. You remind him of himself when he was in high school. But he doesn't want you to end up like him, a drop out working a dead end job.

He wraps his arm around you and allows you to cry on his chest. Using his other hand to stroke your hair, muttering, "Shh it's ok... I know I know..." as you break down in tears once again.

"I was in a similar position when I was in high school," he sighs, "I understand how you feel. And it really fucking sucks. It makes you feel like you'll be trapped forever, and you can't even go to the people that are supposed to be there for you the most."

He pauses for a moment as he remembers a painful memory, "But look, you can't be like me. I ended up dropping out my junior year... and look where it got me? Nowhere."

You look up at him and wipe your tears, "But that's not true! You were able to get Ume out of that bad situation and provide a better life for her and yourself," you try to reassure him that he isn't a failure like he may think.

A small smile forms across his lips, "I guess that's true... but that still doesn't mean you can drop out! You need to value your future, at least more than I did," he pulls out a receipt from his pocket and writes something on it.

"Here, this's my phone number. I know it ain't easy to just suck it up and live like things are ok. Nah it's actually impossible. And right now it may seem like there are no options for you, but I promise things will get better. As soon as you graduate I'll help you figure out how to get away from your parents. But for now, you have to stay with them."

He frowns somberly, wishing he could give you some better advice but he knows he can't.

"If you ever need me, don't hesitate to call. You're welcome anytime at our home, ok? If things get to be too much and you just need to get away, call me and I'll come pick you up. Just promise you won't drop out, alright?"

You nod, taking the piece of paper with shaky hands. Staring at the number scribbled down, repeating it in your head just in case.

"Thank you, Gyutaro," you smile, "I really appreciate this."

"Don't worry about it," he pinches your cheek, "There's that pretty smile. You shouldn't cry so much or else you'll get ugly forehead wrinkles like my sister."

You can't help but chuckle from his comment. Using his brotherly charm to make you laugh warms his heart.

He stands up and reaches his hand out to you. You grab onto his large hands and pull yourself up, wiping away the dirt from your cheerleading uniform.

"How about you come back to our place tonight. I can order takeout and we can watch whatever reality tv shit you and Ume like."

"R-really? I don't want to inconvenience you..."

He leans forward and snatches your bag, "Well I'm takin' your bag so if you want it back I guess you gotta come to our place," he gives you a cheeky smile.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #kny x gender neutral reader #replies

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kiribaabe · 2 years ago

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Almost ( A Miguel O’Hara/ Peter B. Parker Father’s Day fic)

Listen, I’m so obsessed with spider dads rn it’s not even funnyyy. Ugh, I just think they’re neat.

Please accept this super belated Fathers Day thing I wrote. Shares and Ao3 comments are really appreciated! Trying to get my writing more traction 🥲

Summary: Peter B. Parker knows that Father’s Day is a particularly… difficult time for Miguel.

He can’t change the past, but he’s hoping he and Mayday can make things a little brighter for him this year.

Tags: hurt/comfort, light angst, General softness. Miguel O’Hara deserves to be a dad, and I’m gonna make him one through Mayday so help me—

Full fic: Ao3

I got some color back, he thinks so, too.

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you.

~~~

"I said no peeking!"

"What? I didn’t!"

"Papa, I saw you! Please just cover your eyes all the way?"

"Okay, Okay, sweetheart. I apologize. They’re closed, see? I can’t see a thing." Miguel makes a show of pressing his eyes shut extra tight to demonstrate to the little girl that they were indeed closed and no further peeking would ensue.

He bites back a small laugh when he finally feels her crawl into bed, feeling the weight of her on his knees. There’s some shuffling, as if she’s taking her time to get into the perfect position before something is placed over his lap.

"Okay, there! Now you can open them!"

When Miguel opens his eyes, a tray of food greets him: A colorful array of cut fruit, eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes that may or may not be a little bit charred in some places.

He looks down at the spread, shocked, before cracking a smile. "Wait a minute…no way. All this, for me? And you didn’t burn my kitchen down? Look at you! I'm very impressed, Gabbie."

Gabbie snorts a laugh in return, a giddy sound that fills the air like a summer song. "I only caught a paper towel on fire that one time, papa. And I said I was sorry! Plus, look, I made up for it, didn’t I?"

"That you did." Miguel chuckles. It’s a relaxed sounding thing, and the creases in the corners of his eyes brighten along with the motion."Thank you, Mijita. It looks delicious. Uhg, what did I do to deserve a kid like you, huh? Cmere!" Careful not to spill what’s in front of him, Miguel brings his daughter to the side, decorating the entirety of her face with an obnoxious amount of kisses before blowing a fat raspberry on her cheek.

Another squeal of giggles erupts from her, and she embraces the affection for only a split second before she tries to shove the man away. "Eww! Gross! Stop, or I'm not gonna give you your other Father's Day gift!" She threatens.

Miguel hums in response, contemplating. On one hand, he very much wants to draw out more of that bubbly laughter. But, on the other hand, he knows better than to call a bluff from this kid.

She is her father’s daughter

So, he decides to give one last wet, over-the-top kiss at the corner of her eye before he finally pulls away, wearing a smile as Gabbie wipes at her face.

"Fine, fine, you win. Show me, then." He gives in.

Gabbie beams excitedly, and is quick to leap off the bed. She dashes out of the room, only to return a short time later with a little gift bag in hand. "Here, I made it in class last week." She smiles. She returns to her spot in her father's bed, tucking herself in right by his side once she hands it off.

Miguel isn’t very good at hiding his excitement, not that he’s trying to. He maintains his big smile while he rummages through pink gift paper, discarding a near excessive amount before finally reaching the contents he’s after. What he pulls out is a colorfully painted mug, decorated in intricate little dots of red and blue, with the words 'world's greatest brain’ written across the front.

There’s no containing the laugh that gets pulled out of Miguel as he holds it in his hands.

"I think this may very well be the best mug in existence, nena. I love it. I’m going to take it to work every day so they’ll never forget who the smartest person in the room is."

Gabbie beams a little brighter, all too pleased that he seems to genuinely enjoy her gift. She did work extra hard on it, after all. "You’re welcome." She says with a proud puff of her chest. Her dad was the smartest person in the room, so he deserved something that said as much.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Miguel asks. He has no shame or embarrassment for the tears in his eyes or his wobbly smile.

“yeah, I know, papa. I love you too.” After giving her father another quick hug, Gabbie giggles and quickly tries to scramble out of bed before she’s attacked by more affection and kisses.

She isn’t fast enough, though.

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Transmission log:

Gabriella O’Hara

Age at time of recording: 10yrs

Record: 0551

>>> End Transmission<<<

#spiderdads #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara fanart #spider man: across the spider verse #peter b parker #Miguel o hara X Peter b Parker #fanfics #ao3

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numetaljackdog · 7 months ago

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WILT 8/3/2024

spotify//youtube

and get this. song notes under cut

Limp Bizkit - No Sex: ahaha the funny bizkit band!!!!! except this song speaks deeply to some Themes 😐<-the seriouser. pretty sure i've talked about this one in past WILTs but it just continues to strike me as unusual to hear fred like this on significant other. it's such a shameful song, definitely with some large doses of deflection and passing the blame to the woman he's addressing in the lyrics, but it connects on a base emotional level that fred rarely operated on at this point in bizkit hiztory, and an emotional level which i operate on every day of my life. this is in my top 3 lb songs

Jerk - I Hate People Like That: whenever i'm listening to this song, it's the best song in the world. i discovered this through the "crazy-ass moments in nu metal history" instagram page and loved the live video (the singer looks so cool!!) but hearing the studio version for the first time was the real jaw-dropper. recommend the whole album, some of the crunchiest, tastiest, most australian industrial i've ever heard

Deftones - Lotion: FINALLY entering my deftones era with lots of around the fur. lotion came on shuffle whilst i was mightily zooted one day and i decided that this was, in fact, the best song ever. the little vocal riff in the chorus? wild. plus ngl i do feel sickened

Fabricoh - Arm the Left: what a cool hardcore band :)

Coal Chamber - Fiend: idrc about coal chamber that much but this shit bumps

Klokwise - Bounce With This: as i believe i mentioned, this is one of my current favorite tracks from a newer nu metal band. hype as fuck, good riff, lots of bouncing. one thing i like best about klokwise is that they have a catchphrase. fucking brilliant way to build a community around your band. people can just say WISE UP and if you're with it then you immediately know what's up

Faith No More - Jizzlobber: speaking of themes and topics. i have been getting more into fnm due to reasons beyond my control and well frankly they are so bangers. "banger" doesn't really cover this one though this is straight up freak shit those vocals are crazyyyy

Cradle Of Thorns - Flesh: before videodrone was videodrone they were a strange little diy industrial outfit that made some independently-released records throughout the 90s. i've much yet to explore from the back catalog but this is a jam that's a combination of sexy and nasty and funny. included in the youtube playlist is footage of ty what's-his-name flailing and screeching like a wet little loser faggot boy

Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us: i followed the beef from about the midpoint to the conclusion and i'm still marveling at how thoroughly kendrick lamar put that man in the dirt. and made some bangers along the way, this shit is in my head everyday

Faith No More - Digging the Grave: the singing so good. that's all i really have for this one rn, this is the newest addition to the rotation

Boskat - Boiler: honestly rudeboy really deserves most of the credit for this, like yeah boskat came up with a catchy riff but otherwise it's like barely their song. plus i checked out some of their other shit and it's mid as hell. really good nu revival track but seems like a total fluke unforch. plus idk why they shied away from just saying "dick" like grow up

Joey Valence & Brae - Packapunch: been bumping some jvb recently, which is where some of the beastie posting has been coming from. i'm a little cynical about some of their new stuff like ohhhh yeah i bet you want to add nu jazz and breakcore and w/e to your sound yeah i bet your online-as-fuck audience eats that shit up. but then also i'm part of that audience and i kind of do. so i guess they've got me there. plus danny brown! i'm serious about the beastie girls thing btw

Blondie - Rapture: another legitimate claim for the title of first-ever rap rock song! which is crazy bc it comes out of nowhere. like wow this blondie song is good in the way that most blondie songs are g- hey wait what. i love new wave and art punk and other stuff too. plus debbie harry's voice sounds realllll sexy when she sings the song title

P. O. D. - School of Hard Knocks: from little nicky. it's nu memtal

Insane Clown Posse - Hum Drum Boogie: oh goody! anyway me + the crew have been jamming this album recently and this song is so funny. MY BALLS

Charli XCX - Guess featuring Billie Eilish: i like girls :) this track strikes me as like a modern take on the paradigm of older club hits where there's like a male rapper who's the main artist and a female singer who's featured and does the hook and through the lyrics the narrative of performance is that they're gonna fuck down on each other. this is that but instead of pitbull or whoever it's billie eilish. and well that's kind of awesome. becuase of lesbian sex

Natalie Portman - Natalie's Rap: i don't give a fuckkkk about snl but i love when women rap and i love when it's violent on purpose

Chris Korda - Save the Planet, Kill Yourself: i got obsessed with the church of euthanasia recently after reading a bunch about the unabomber and that led me to chris korda's music which admittedly is not something i would give a fuck about if not for everything else going on with her. i would have added "i like to watch" instead of this but for some strange reason that i just can't fathom it doesn't seem to be widely available anywhere. weird!

Insane Clown Posse - I'm Ugly: actually awful song but soooo fucking funny. and then it gets kind of hard at the end and i stand by that

BONUS TRACK!

Trapt - These Walls: fuck these guys and their shitty band but also this song is kind of real as fuck....... like yeah man i would trade everything for this. however this was almost certainly purely incidental as all their songs sound like they were made in a lab

#*char noises*

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moldsporr · 10 months ago

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Listened to Ada Rook for like two hours and these are my thoughts about the songs I listened to (very random bc of spotify mobile)

Thank u for showing me ada rook @highoncatfood

Sardonica

Yo that guitar slaps

I have no idea what she's saying but I can groove to this

This is likeeee. Animated musical villain is hypnotizing a character music

Yo is breathing part of the beat? Love when music does that

Very good I'd say likeeee 7.5/10 would listen again

Curse (for Devi)

Again that's a good guitar

Oh is this like a love song

Like the whispery type thing she's got going on

Still barely know what she's saying but it's okay !!!!!

Kinda less funky than sardonica, still good though. Id say 6.5/10 because less funky but I can understand the lyrics better

Tru U

AYOOO FIRST SONG I EVER HEARD

Still so good. Can really understand what she's saying

Makes me want to junko pose /pos

The chorus has such a good beat I bop to it

Definitely like. 8.5/10 because it hurts my ears sometimes but I adore it. Fave so far !!!! Which is funny because it was the first one I heard she just knocked it out of the park immediately.

Time dilation

more lowkey…. Kinda sad sounding

I like it. different vibe from the others But it's good!!!!

I like the flute thing going on in the back. And guitar as always

Kinda sounds like something that would play during a sad party scene in a movie. But actually good

Solid 7/10

Moth

Hmmm that tune seems familiar

I swear I've heard it before… Like a synth song or smth

Also a sadder one

Like the acoustic guitar here, sounds less funky but is nice for the song

Idk it's kinda. Boring ? Tru U set me up for Screaming Battery Acid and This is not that

It's not bad though! I'd say likkeeee 5/10

Starlight Zone

Oh. Hm

The screaming has never sounded like that Before

it sounds like it hurts her voice :<

am Not grooving to this one sadly

4/10 this is not the vibe for me

Host

Omori battle music right here

Honestly the instrumental is really good

I love the way it sounds

This is making me imagine an Infinity Train AMV???? It's got that sad scifi vibe

Also like the beat of the singing

WOAHHH THATS REALLY DISTORTEDDDD

Battery Acid here we goooooo

Will definitely hurt my ears like Tru U but it's okay this is good

FUCKK THAT PIANO AFTERRRR OHHHHHHHHHH

Original rating was 6.5/10 I judged too soon. Bumping that up rn

This song makes me realize that Ada rooks voice reminds me of. Scaramouche’s English va when he sings yes I'm making this about blorbos

Solid 7.5/10

Escape

Oh I can understand her this time

I thought the drop would give More but this is a vibe

Enjoyable !!!!

The instrumental is great

6/10, good!!!

Otherworld

Beginning reminds me of porter Robinson

This is a chill vibe so far

Hmmmm. Unsure

Not very boppable

I'm gonna sayyy 5/10 it's not bad I like the instrumental

Mystery School

This sounds like a more lowkey 100 Geccs

I enjoy it… good stuff

Not much of a beat but the instrumental Is sooooo funky

Good shit !!!!

Boppin

7/10

Ur gonna live

OHHH BOPPIN

This could make a good Lemon Demon beat

Love the instrumental

Kinda loses steam

But the guitar is good

Like the ending…. Oooo

6.5/10

Total memory failure

Another sad one but I like the “ahhh” in the instrumental

I can imagine sad amvs to this

Definitely has more of a beat

It sounds like they're tapping glasses in the instrumental that's a vibe

Ohhh that slowing of the tempo

Good stuff….

7/10

Sabotage everything

Hmmm

Not a lot going on in the instrumental

NVM WE BOPPIN

Took half the sing to get good but it's okay

That's gooodddddd

6/10 because it takes so long to get good

Don't wake

Oooo guitar…

OHHHHHHH

QUICK AF I LIKE IT

OHHHH DISTORTED COMPUTERY NOISES

THIS IS SWAG

NO IDEA WHAT SHES SAYING BUT I AGREE

FUCKK OHHHHH YOOOOOO THIS IS GOOODDDDDDD

This is 9/10 this is amazing. Can we get a vocaloid cover. Make it sound even more computery. Holy crap. Wish this was longer Oh my goddddddddddd

Broken grace

It just started and I'm head bopping

Wait did she just say she needs to pee

Oh well this is Gooddd

Makes me wish I knew how to play the electric guitar

Ohhhhhhhh ourghhhhhh aaaaaaaa this is good

8/10 I enjoy !!!!!

disease

Ooo acoustic guitar again

Bird noises….

Quieter… more calm

Sounds like it'd be a good song for an open world

Not really something I would listen to on the regular though

Solid 6/10 but that guitar is nice <333

Deep fantasy

Another villain Hypnotizing you musical number !!!

Kinda like it less than Sardonica though. Less going on

But not bad!!!!

Like what's going on in the instrumental

6/10 methinks

920london

Oh I don't like that opening

My ear rejects this my earbud has fallen out twice

I mean it's not bad I just don't really. Like it ? It picked up but this isn't it for me

5/10 it's fine I just don't really like it

hazer

Oooo distorted ads

This is gonna hurt my ears but. Oooooooo me like !!!

Hmmm. The screaming kinda. Ruins it here usually it goes along with it

Instrumental is good I adore it

But. Yeah the screaming isn't matching well with the instrumental

Vibe change. Hm. Why does the melody remind me of fricken. Shawn Mendez

I think I would enjoy an instrumental version but the voice and instrumental just don't match super well in this one except for like. 1 part

6/10, instrumental is 8/10

Gravity weapon

Ohhh that instrumental is funkyyyy

Funky opening. Love the samples

I'm cat bopping to this

Would also hurt my ears but that's okay

Me likey…. Ouhhh this is good

I wanna dance to this

No. I want to become an edit with this song

I hate that stupid mouse again !!!! Horray!!!! It's a silly line me likey

Solid 7.5/10

Coward 2 Coward

Yoo that opening is fun

This is funkyyy

Less going on so far but oòooo..

OHH that's a pretty voice outside the screaming

She could sing a creepy lullaby I think

Mmmmm instrumental

Delicious

I think if they eat us we die… crazy ikr

OHHHHH that piano bit…. This is spoopy

Anyway I like this. 7/10 just wish there was More stuff going on

Flatline

Oh. Don't really like that opening

I don't know why I don't like this it doesn't have the funkiness I like from Ada and the singer doesn't match the instrumental

This is making my head hurt actually what the Frick

Like the singing voice is good ! It's just too deep for the instrumental

My mouth hurts

3/10. The instrumental is kinda boring and the voices don't match it very well. Singing is fine but would've been suited to a different song ? This is actually painful what the fuxk

Puragtor3y modulation engine

Ohh this is an interesting opening

OHHH GOING HARDDDDD

Fuckkkkk ohhhhh

Major step up

Ohhhhhh aaaaa oooo rurrururhrrh

Wait actual words. Okay uh this song just hits that itch

Her voice is great in this song, the screaming matching just as well as the normal singing

The instrumental has moments of calmness and that funkiness I love

I wanna dance j wanna groove

That endingggg

7/10

#ada rook #music listening #music opinions #long post #textpost

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hakkiest · 1 month ago

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@bourgeoix tagged me literally rn to shuffle my on repeat playlist on Spotify and post the 10 first songs! But I'm only doing 9 cause I have a thing with numbers divided by 3. Thank u literally sooomuch friend I'm bored as fuck waiting for my bus

1-Can't Love You Anymore by IU with Ohhyuk (I think this one's been in my on repeat for like months. I think it's one of maybe 3 songs with men singing that I have in my everyday main playlist it's so good... I can make exceptions) it's so SAAAAD it's so sad. I wish I could get married and then get a divorce just to cry listening to this

2-That XX by Audrey Nuna (it's a cover) her voice is SOOO enthralling!!! Literally I think every song by men should have covers by women available like it should be law. And the arrangement!!! Oh my god so good.

3- 님 생각 by 정미조 I've been really into 70s to 80s ballads rn idk what to say there are other like 3 70s ballads on my on repeat but I think this is my fave rn

4- Moriin Khuur Konzert by Egschiglen PLEASEE listen to this song plsss I know it is almost 12 minutes long but just put it on and sit down and listen and imagine I promise it is like enrapturing. 12 minutes go by and I am immediately sad like this has been ON. REPEAT for me. Oh my gooood I love this piece

5- the tide is high by Blondie. Heard it on the radio and got obsessed. I think it's like basic white ppl music in the US but idk it's a bop good to listen to when you're just walking somewhere

6- adult contemporary by sasami and solo. I love songs that kind of scare me. Like idkkk it's a bit of a little thriller song and very haunting, it feels like you're listening to something you shouldn't. Like the scenes in thrillers where two characters are having a very intense conversation and it feels like you're intruding. Very good

7- pluhmm by ha:tfelt. Don't remember much Abt it off the top of my head but it did play I did write it down. If it's the one I think it is then it is just cool and a bop. Good!

8 - bailão escocês by abacaxepa. This is kind of a song that makes me wish I could sing just to sing it. But I also don't remember a lot of it off the top of my head so I can't comment more.

9- I by Nakamura eni. idk japanese so I can't know what she's saying but it feels like she's really going off about something which I really appreciate. She sounds angry and infuriated and frustrated. It's good song to listen to when I'm mad myself. Idk the lyrics tho

Tagging: @survivalinstinct @turn200 @buffalosauce5 + anyone else plss plsss mutuals my friends pls rec songs 2 me. (+ @jabaleya if u want to because the song u once reccs 2 me deux vieilles is SOO good and it was on my on repeat playlist for a while too)

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iantimony · 4 months ago

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tuesday again!

many problems … turning on the gravity check box did not, in fact, fix my simulation. woe.

listening: I saw Sammy Rae live last weekend and it was. fucking phenomenal. thank you random stranger from [redacted] who sold me her tickets. literally one of the best shows of my life. I am still reeling from it. they did a cover of Amy Winehouse's 'Valerie' as part of the encore and it was so good too.

in other news, Cascada has released a new album and it's a cover album and it bangs.

Call Me - Cascada: a brainworm of the week for sure.

I also listened to some The Reign of Kindo because they're an opener for The Dear Hunter tour rn and while I'd listened to them before I had forgotten what they sounded like. (wanted to go to one but it didn't end up working out, that hurt to miss, I'll have to do their next tour for sure)

Sing When No One's Around - The Reign of Kindo: just noticed the comments on this video are turned off ?? weird.

reading: Break-up of Steinger, Iscoe & Greene reads like a Grisham novel: GOD I love weird hyper-local drama.

agnito by Raxheim: tlt fanfic. symbolism, TM.

watching: newest monster factory … some Stephanie Lange who mostly does, like, beauty standards bad style content but makes for good background noise

The Men Who Promised the Impossible: Unlimited Energy by BobbyBroccoli: academic drama!!!!!!!! this one is truly wild, I had heard of it before I think but I love a video essay about shit like this.

We Get Grabbed By A Ghost At Trans-Allegheny Asylum by Watcher: I mostly stopped watching buzzfeed unsolved after their whole streaming service debacle but this got put on as crafting background and I enjoyed it! might start watching more of their stuff again. (I just noticed that I called it buzzfeed unsolved still even though they're their own thing now, oops,)

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playing: fallowwwwwwwww. unless we count french horn. I got a new mouthpiece (it was half the price of the futon I got) (it's a cheap futon and a slightly expensive mouthpiece) and I am shocked and embarrassed by how big a difference it is making in my playing. you're telling me the dogshit no-name mouthpiece I stole from my band teacher in high school isn't cutting it??? crazy.

making: I made my cat a cat bed :) it's just two rectangles sewn together with a long rectangular strip as the side. I used some random canvas that I bought at some point for ? tote bag purposes ? I don't remember. the best part is I was FINALLY able to utilize the frankly ridiculous amount of fabric/thread/yarn/etc scraps/old clothing that's too fucked to get donated/etc that I've been saving specifically for stuffing pillows. worked really well, also put some plastic bag scraps in there because she loves lying on plastic bags and so far she definitely likes the crinkles of it. pictured in the photo is the weird I-think-polyester that was wrapped around my walmart futon when it was mailed that I shredded and used as stuffing.

my bird bowl emerged mostly victorious from the kiln!!!! I say 'mostly' because there's a weird spot on the rim where the clear glaze just didn't stick? so I daubed a little more on and put her back on the shelf. but yay. glazed two shallow planters that I'm not super sure what I'll put in yet because they are quite small but we'll see.

eating: made this NYT recipe of sheet pan miso chicken with radishes and lime but also added sunchokes with the radishes and no lime because I forgor. very yummy. will sustain me for the week and now I have more raw chicken thighs in the freezer for future cooking.

after the Sammy Rae concert we stopped for bubble tea for the drive home and I got a "mango pomelo sago" that was really just a smoothie with boba bits in it, it was very very tasty.

misc: speaking of academic drama: one of my friends is dealing with some frankly insane academic drama rn that I am soooo popcorn dot gif over. I can't ever say anything specific about it on here because it will immediately doxx me but if you want tea send me a DM it's so wild

#tuesdayposting #Spotify #Youtube

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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tuesday again 9/12/2023

this series not sponsored by murphy's wood oil soap but boy do i wish it was

listening

this song popped up as the first video when i opened accursed tiktok to figure out what the deal was with that german engineer lady digging a storm shelter in her basement. this is the specific recording i want but the second video with a slightly longer intro... u have got to see Abel Selaocoe in motion performing Ka Bohaleng/On The Sharp Side.

youtube

i feel like every time i see a video of a cellist they're doing some absolutely bonkers shit and producing sounds i did not know a stringed instrument could make

reading

i am constantly chasing the very high highs of raymond chandler's philip marlowe detective noirs. Human Target, a DC extended universe thing by Tom King and Greg Smallwood got real damn fuckin close.

i took thirty-five screenshots while reading these twelve issues. they are such a lush love letter to midcentury advertising. it luxuriates in period-typical stylized coloring in a way i do not see very often. i hope mr smallwood gets sucked silly every night.

one of the reasons for the tuesdayposts is to force myself to look at new things, bc sometimes i find shit i really like. i am remarkably unwilling to consume new things when i am not feeling good, even though new things i like are…not a keystone, but really up there holding together some arch in the viaduct of mental health or whatever.

anyway Christoper Chance is a man with a very specific skillset: perfectly imitating wealthy clients to lure out assassins. he takes a fatal does of poison meant for Lex Luthor and has about twelve days to solve his own murder before he dies. this is an EXTREMELY compelling reason for someone to haul ass through an entire noir novel in less than two weeks.

let's make some comparisons to other spy media i've seen in the last month. christopher reminded me a bit of loid forger from spy x family: same hypercompetent backup plans for backup plans and incredible disguise skills. im sort of...positively? fascinated by him, as opposed to the (also entertaining) train wreck of james bond's psyche slamming up against soft targets for two to two and a half hours. like there is womanizing in Human Target, but it is not the time-filling bond girl eye candy. do not worry, christopher FUCKS.

it is self contained within its twelve issues so i didn't have to read eighteen other crossovers and have encyclopedic knowledge of c- and d-listers from the silver age of comics. it was a very fair mystery. the twists and turns weren’t stupid. i know that’s not a terribly helpful observation but sometimes in a mystery…it takes a fucking stupid turn. most importantly imo it sticks its landing and understands that a noir is a subgenre of tragedy.

how’d i find it: has a pretty cover, stood out from the crowd on hoopla. americans, you probably have access to hoopla through your library!

watching

@andmaybegayer referenced the youtube channel About To Eat in a recent mondaypost and i was so enthralled by this man's confident, dulcet, soothing and mustachioed tones. i had forgotten that i could in theory make french onion soup like myself. at home. soup season will not begin here for many months here and even then it's kind of pushing it, but i would like to eat some soup without melting!!!

overall About To Eat's recipes are a bit beyond my skill level and ability to prepare things in one sitting without joint pain but they are a display of competence i find very fun to watch.

youtube

playing

ive rationed all my picture slots for other slots but i did finally obtain two of the country-specific fishing rods in genshin impact. they were extremely irritating to obtain but i trust you'll understand i'm quite pleased with myself.

making

unphotographable things:

reactivating the dried sourdough starter from the horrible woods apartment of 2021, unforch rn it does look like when my cat regurgitates her kibble

sprayed the new couch down with some rather nasty insectide just in casies, it is still degassing in my office with the fan at helicopter speed and the balcony door open and towels shoved under the inside door for another 24h, also made plans to dye a big canvas dropcloth and strategically pin it in place for a cheapo slipcover

coffee table specific unphotographable things:

finally finished cleaning all seven

had to violently strangle the urge to repaint certain inner sections and made peace with touching up the worst of it with an oil-based paint pen bc let's be real nobody is going to look closely at that but me

pried some corrosion off one of the little brass decorative thingies, now it looks bad in a slightly different way

photographable things:

now this is a fun little record cabinet. i haven’t seen many pieces out in the wild that have that sort of vertical bullnose detail. makes me think of thirties waterfall dressers with their molded plywood rounded upper edges.

i can’t decide if the veneer on this piece is starting to really go (it is heavily crackled esp on the sides) or it was once owned by a smoker. the photo below is of the THIRD round of cleaning this front panel after upping the cleaning mix to a HEARTY 2:1 water/soap, and this was not the worst panel on the piece. mostly it really just smells like old wood? i don’t THINK the innards are cedar, bc that would be an odd choice for a record cabinet, but it is an oddly fragrant base wood.

there are some details that make me think it was never a terribly high end piece, or was maybe repurposed into a record cabinet? the veneer is quartered but somewhat indifferently matched, it has very indifferent nailhead finishing, and im not sure if the casters and record slots were later additions. i think the little door catches are original, but they aren’t magnetic yet which starts ruling out some later mcm. i would hazard this was made right before or right after wwii, but realistically it could be early thirties-early sixties. no makers marks :(

i will refinish this eventually. a bit nervous about how the front bullnoses might come out, i don’t really want to fuck around with veneer repair or like. grain painting. that’s for insane ppl and antiques dealers and i am clearly neither

free of ghosts, spider eaten on the house no additional charge with the friends and family discount

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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