#alt-j relaxer

[caspercubed]

top 5 albums! top 10 if you're a true and seasoned musichead

my TOP 10 ALBUMS:

An Awesome Wave by Alt-J

How to: friend, love, freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Are You Serious by Andrew Bird

Up From Below by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

This Is All Yours by Alt-J

Dear Wormwood by the Oh Hellos

My Head is an Animal by Of Monsters and Men

Creatures of Habit by Kiltro

Woodland by The Paper Kites

Hozier by Hozier

i thought id only be able to come up with 5 tbh cos i dont usually listen to full albums BUT!!! i realized there were more than i thought!! these r the albums where every song rocks and i love them sm :D

also made me realize i havent listened to some of these in awhile so im gonna need to go turn on up from below again now! YAY!!! thank u for the ask my friend!!! <333

[twistedappletree]

hair the way the sun really wants it to be,

whiskey soda please, your g&t’s empty.

[re-decorate]

found a new alt j song to be obsessed with thanks to the show last night <3

[neighbourhoodtwo]

managed to get my hands on QI A to C and the complete tlog series 1-3 so. win for me!

[dijidweeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #AltJ, #DeadCrush ... from the Album #ReLaxER [Official Music Video] (2017) #MMitM1

[rainbowbeanstyles]

listening to alt-j and my uncle just told me he's enjoying their stuff😈

[sordidmusings]

Drown in You (Sanji x Reader)

Art by tsuyomaru

Prologue: It is no secret to the crew that you know soul magic. Robin was the first to understand what you were talking about - it is, after all, a practice from a far off island whose resident have all but vanished. While she would ask you actually engaging questions, almost all the others are just begging you to use it, but you refuse to budge and show them. You tell them about it though, wistfully and reverently. At first, Sanji would beg and wax poetic about it the most of all, but as you grow closer he learns to just listen. With your deepening trust and his lack of pushing, you decide it’s time to give him a taste of the heady bliss of brushing souls.

A/N: Getting this up quick before getting back to asks 👏🏻 This was written for me to practice using my magic stuff instead of just thinking about it lol I use it constantly in daydreams so why not try to actually get it down and see if others like it too 🤷🏼‍♀️ as far as this fic goes, visualization is used to control the energy of the soul then have it flow over Sanji then all his happy chemicals go ~W O W~

Word Count: ~3.8 k

Warnings: gn reader, just so much non-sexual intimacy, ✨magic✨, flirting, pet names (all gn), Sanji being down bad, reader finding it cute, it’s more opla down bad not anime down bad in this one, besides that I think he could be read as either

Hope you enjoy guiding Sanji through feeling a soul the first time 🤍🤍🤍

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“If you relax it will help,” you instructed.

Sanji was trying his best to relax but how could he? He had seen how dreamily you talked of your experiences with this, of how comforting and relaxing and intimate it felt. After somehow convincing his way into receiving the touch from you, he was ecstatic. Then the reality of it - of how vulnerable it would leave him - started to sink in and anxiety began to taint his excitement.

You laid a hand on top of his, stopping his fingers from tapping at his thigh. You didn’t have to reach far to touch him; both of you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, so close that your knees touched. 

“Really, don’t worry,” you soothed. “We’re only brushing so you can get used to the feeling, yeah? It’ll be a lot at first, but nothing entangling or invasive. And we stop if anything’s too much.”

Sanji’s shining blue eyes took their time examining your own before turning to the floor. He hoped that looking at anything else would help him think; whenever your eyes met, his mind went blank. The patterns in the blanket separating you both from the sleeping mat didn’t help him find his words. Neither did the pillows and extra blankets encircling your seats. As you started to pull away, he felt your soft skin trail against the back of his hand and suddenly the words came.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” Sanji rushed out. It took only a second for him to adjust back to flirtation. “Just got tongue-tied looking at you.” 

You giggled at the cheesy line and how flustered he was. His practiced silver tongue didn’t seem to be helping him at the moment, which was probably making him even more nervous. You took mercy on him by not pointing it out.

Instead, you offered him your other hand and he quickly slid his into your upturned palm. He settled it so that your palms nestled into each other, giving you perfect access to run your thumb back and forth over the inside of his wrist. Sanji responds with a gentle squeeze. You pull your other hand away to resituate your hand-holding on that side to mirror the other. Sanji looked between both embraces with a soft affection that had your heart skittering. A deep breath helped steer you back on task.

“Okay. If we sync our breathing it will help the whole process and keep everything moving nice and slow,” you explained. Sanji  gave you a short nod and a shaky smile. “Watch me and follow.”

You started by breathing through your nose until you felt the air refresh every corner of your lungs. Sanji held your gaze and followed the action a split second after he heard the soft sound of your inhale start. You held that air for just a moment before gently pursing your lips and slowly blowing the air through them. His eyes shot down to watch your lips and his breath left him in a short quiet sigh. The gentle breeze you blew out brushed the back of his hands. You started your next inhale fast to exaggerate the sound and it snapped him out of his trance. He smiled in apology, squinting those shiny baby blues of his, and got right back to following you.

The feeling of your lungs stretching out your ribs, and the pressure of the exiting air tingling your lips, was soothing your mind and body. The effect grew with the sounds of your own controlled breathing and amplified with Sanji’s mimicry until there was a pleasant murkiness to the edges of your thought. Judging by how hooded Sanji’s eyes had become, he was feeling it too. Time to start.

“Now keep your hands in mine, it may feel destabilizing if you pull away suddenly,” you gently warned, voice quiet in your unwillingness to disrupt the tranquil air.

“Comforting,” Sanji responded, scrunching his nose. He resettled his expression to the flirtatious one you were much more familiar with. “Promise to nurse me back to health if anything goes wrong?”

“How else am I supposed to get my favorite treats if you’re out of commission?” you teased.

“Say that you’re mine and I’ll give you all the treats the world has to offer,” he promised, earning an enabling chuckle out of you.

“Well, we’ll see if you can handle that,” you said, voice affectionate instead of condescending. “Now less talking, more breathing. I’m going to start and I want you to save your words for anything feeling uncomfortable.”

At his nod, you began.

Sanji watched with curiosity as you closed your eyes and stopped all motion except for your breathing. He thought you looked absolutely radiant sitting in the warm afternoon light cast through the porthole, drenched in bottomless peace. Matching your breath became second nature surprisingly quick, making his mind free to absorb every beloved detail of you sharing this with him and to charge with anticipation for your next move. 

He felt but he did not see - no matter how hard he stared at the feeling manifesting on his skin, whatever was moving there stayed invisible to him. It started with your hands radiating warmth out, growing so gradually that he didn’t notice until it felt like his hands were shoved in laundry fresh from the dryer. The heat held steady for a moment, turning his grip lax as it melted any tension, before he felt the sensation change and grow up his arms. It felt both liquid and air against his skin; a summer breeze that swirled and toiled like an ocean current. A shiver crept up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Each place the sensation curled and puffed across was stuck between enlivening with an electric flush and sinking into the heaviness of a body deep in sleep. By the time it was encroaching on his shoulder, bleeding straight through his clothes as if they didn’t exist, his breathing stuttered to something of a gasp.

Your concentration faltered at the sound, offering Sanji a light reprieve as the energy lost its ability to ignore his clothing. You opened your eyes to check in on your companion and gasp too. His eyes were hazy and staring at you like you had given him his first sip of water in days. His blue irises  stood out even more above the light blush on his face, even with his love-blown pupils. You flushed at the look, but brushed it off; the first feeling is usually overwhelming and confusing and sets off many happy chemicals to douse the whole brain and body. You thought you hadn’t pushed out too much of your energy on him and it was all soothing and content, but his eyes told you that you had bombarded him with permeating affection. Too bad you couldn’t connect your energy to his to figure out precisely what he was feeling.

“Sanji, honey, talk to me,” you asked quietly, encouragingly. “What are you feeling?”

“I feel…” he started, but he trailed off and simply kept taking you in with his soft eyes. You squeezed his hands and bumped his knee with yours to jostle him a little closer to coherence.

“Sanji, is it bad?” He certainly didn’t look like it felt bad, but too much good can quickly lead that way.

“It’s… strange?” he offered. His brows scrunched from the difficulty he was having conjuring the right words. “Good strange. Breezy. Warm. It’s a lot though.”

“Too much?” you probed, already starting to lighten up the energy.

“No,” Sanji insisted, leaning towards you in his urgency. He caught the surprise in your eyes and forced himself back again. He cleared his throat. “Please.” He exhaled heavily. “Keep going, love.”

“As long as you're sure.” You took a deep breath yourself, needing to settle your own worry back into calm concentration. You gifted yourself a moment to caress his wrist with your thumb again, enjoying how soft the skin felt in comparison to his calloused fingertips. You gave one more warning: “It will peak before you adjust and it settles out.”

You did not wait for a response to continue. Shutting your eyes so sight wouldn’t battle you on your way back to your visualizations, you were back to your task. The way you’ve gotten success in controlling your own soul’s energy was with water imagery. In your mind’s eye, a lake behind your head leaked to the space between your eyes, where it poured down in a roaring waterfall. The majority of the torrent flooded down through your neck, into your ribcage, and along to the cradle of your pelvis. On the way, it bounced and flung off a boulder built of your heart and splashed to make trickles on your ribs, spine, and hips. There was, however, some water that took a different path. The highest rocks it crashed upon rested in your shoulders, making the water spray and rush its way down your arms. Its journey from rapids to stream took place along your forearms to control the flow by the time it reached your hands. There, the water became a gently swirling pool in each palm. By the time this vision had become immaculately clear to you again, Sanji’s grip had firmed back up on you.

Sanji’s nerves had worsened instead of smoothed out, but he'd be damned if he was going to back down from this. He needed to know that feeling you had tried to describe to him and the rest of the crew. And like he had said - it wasn’t bad, but it was.. startling? Unnerving? He knew the feeling was coming from his skin but it almost didn’t feel like it was his own skin; it felt like it was coming from a whole new body. It felt at once thrumming and alive as well as heavy and enveloping. He shut his eyes against the overwhelm.

With your own eyes closed, you had to use the strength and tremble of Sanji’s grip to guide you on when to pause and when to push forward. As you anticipated, the greatest reactions came when the mental water flowing from the pools in your palms up his arms snaked to wrap around his chest and then it inched further down still to dance around his waist and stomach. Through the process, he had shifted himself ever so slightly closer to you, seeking grounding and comfort in the flourish of feeling that threatened to puff his mind into smoke. Noticing his cute nudging closer, your heart burned with fierce affection for him. You had to hold yourself from releasing his hands to pull him into and embrace. That would be too much; he’s too unused to the process and you’re too unpracticed to keep the flow stable through that action.

Finally, you imagine the long journey of the water making its way over his hips and down his thighs to cover the remaining pieces of his body. All except the head. Saving it for last was generally the best idea for someone’s first time feeling the presence of a soul; the heart is where many emotions are held but the brain has the most ties to the soul. It was much better to prep it before the plunge.

“Sanji, are you doing okay? Ready for the last bit?” you checked.

“Anything you’re willing to give, love, I’ll take,” Sanji mumbled. He sounded pleasantly dazed like a drunk existing half in the waking world and half in dreams. You wished you could open your eyes to see him.

“It’s going to rise up over your head and then it should smooth out,” you explained. A lethargic hum resonating from the depths of his chest was his only response.

The conflicting reactions his body was giving to the river of air around him had begun to center slightly by the time you had spoken. All that progress went out the window when he felt little licks of wind flicking at his neck. He trembled under the electricity they buzzed along his spine, but found himself happy to be at their mercy. He felt so very alive and that in itself was stumping him. Had he been alive? Can you live before knowing a touch that feels so implicit after only a small taste? One of the few pieces of his mind that remembered the Before and that there’s an After to this experience was repeating the daunting fact that this is only the beginning of connecting to a soul. How beautifully terrifying.

More brushes of liquid air played off the skin of his neck and he found himself tilting his head back for more of it. The rise was steady, moving past the stubble of his chin, the ears peeking out from his hair, the ends of his bangs, his curled brows, and he was submerged. 

For a split second, the impulse to jump to his feet and run until he was unable to move almost overtook him. He was a lit fuze and needed to burst or surely there would be agony. But agony never came. What came was the comfort of a morning bed on a taskless day. He was surrounded by perfectly radiating body heat in a dark cocoon. The unfamiliar aspect was how he felt like he was sitting underwater, weightless and gently rocking at the whims of a constantly swaying current. He distantly thought that if he’d open his eyes he’d find the dark pits of the ocean yawning around him and all he could find in himself to think of such a haunting notion was ‘how nice’. 

Meanwhile, you were much more sure of agreeing to go through this whole thing because of how languid Sanji had become. His hands lay mostly limp in yours, except for the occasional movement of a finger to enjoy the feel of your skin. The little affections burst joy in your heart and made that path of water that your mind held flow richer and with more ease. Knowing he’d need at least several long minutes in this stage, you let yourself relax fully into your own meditation built on your rushing blue visions and his delicately moving fingertips. Just as he had learned to mirror your breaths earlier, your hands took to mimicking his own.

Time was a muddy thing from the moment he fell fully under until the moment his body was coming back to the world. It trickled in gradually, starting with the feeling of the blanket and mattress pad he sat on and ending with the brush of his clothes on his skin when he finally shifted. The great abyss around him shrunk back to the initial feeling of twirling winds over his skin. Unlike the initial feeling, this didn’t send his body and mind reeling; it left him warm and relaxed like a decadent hot oil massage. There was still a sense of being enveloped, though. It had him thinking back to the last time he had fallen asleep wrapped in the arms of another. Despite the easy comparison, there was no unsatiated hunger plaguing him from the closeness. He was at ease.

Sanji’s eyes began to blink open once they were ready, and he was glad they did. In front of him you sat as peaceful as he had ever seen you. Once he was able to move his gaze away from the little shadows your lashes cast onto your cheeks or the enchanting curves of your resting lips, he began fully taking you in. Slowly trailing his eyes over every detail, his heart swelled with love until it pressed a placid smile on his lips. The pieces he most wanted to store away in his mind forever were the content look making your face even more beautiful to him and the sight of his hands held so caringly in your own. He let out a happy sigh as he watched your thumbs trace him once more.

“Sanji?” you called softly.

“Yes, dear?”

“How are you feeling?” He almost laughed at your question.

“I feel wonderful,” he breathed out. You could hear the smile shaping his words and were struck with the bare emotion in his statement. He sounded just like he said.

“Perfect. You’ve done beautifully, sweetheart,” you spoke through your own smile. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he was preening at your praise.

You lightened up your conscious control of your energy flowing around Sanji. It continued on its path with ease, enough that you were able to let the feeling of its circulation sustain itself instead of needing your imagery. The repetition of it over the long time spent meditating helped you to focus in on what your energy feels like. Usually, that was something too abstract for you to be able to call on straight away. It would take hours and hours more in that sensation before your brain could own and control it with ease. For now, you were good enough to latch onto it once it was there long enough so you fully release the envisioned control by blinking your eyes open.

Sanji was already looking at you. He was no longer flushed and fidgety; every roused edge of him had polished out to a serene shine. The smile stuck on his face was delicate, only pulling his lips to curl enough to press into his cheeks and threaten to crinkle his eyes. Those eyes were half-lidded but still glimmering as they looked back at you. You darted your eyes back to his smile, which now exposed a hint of his teeth between his gently parted lips.

“What now, love?” Sanji asked. He was loath to interrupt the moment, but truly needed to know what he was supposed to do now that he had reached the goal of this whole endeavor. Would you just suck the feeling out right away? Would you pull your hands from his? Would you leave him to process this whole thing alone? Leave him to starve for a taste he’d never get again?

You took one last moment to check him over before deciding to be a little self indulgent. Sure, this would help him ease back out to no soul contact more than just sitting there, but it also wasn’t absolutely necessary. You didn’t think he would mind though.

“I think we could both use a lay down and maybe a nap,” you offered, nodding your head to the side to gesture to the head of the sleeping mat. Now his smile split wide enough to scrunch his eyes.

“You’re going to spoil me rotten, love,” he jokingly admonished, already leaning himself in the direction you’d motioned towards. He wasn’t going anywhere fast though; his body felt as heavy and slow and syrupy as his mind did.

Deciding to expose more of your soft spot for him than usual, you respond, “Good. You do enough spoiling to deserve some in return.” 

The fondness in your voice let him know that it was true care offered instead of easy flirting. Hearing you send that tone his way had his supporting arm collapse under him, sending him down to his elbow. Were it any other time, he would’ve tried to hide the slip or recover quickly, but it wasn’t any other time and he simply went with it to finish crawling the short distance to the head of the mat. The movement to get to his side was more flopping than laying, but the shift to his back was at least smoother. Those lovely blue eyes fluttered closed and refused to open.

You kept close to him the whole way, smiling and snorting at his lack of grace under the influence of the new and potent headspace brought on by your own energy. Yes, you wanted to be close anyway, but it was functionally to make it easy to keep him within the swirl of your soul. Once he had surrendered to the position his body ended up in, you began adjusting him to make sure he was as comfortable as possible. An arm was saved from its strange angle, his head was raised and placed on a plush pillow, the most luxurious of your blankets was grabbed to place on him. The whole time Sanji was mumbling sweet pet names along with his thanks.

Ever since you had mentioned sleep, Sanji felt it pulling at him. It only got worse when he moved and laid down. He was existing so sweetly in a waking dream, stuck half-lucid in a body that was being tended by your very soul. He thanked whatever lucky stars were up there and shot a “thank you” to whatever past life had earned him this; he didn’t think it could get any better than the bone deep contentment that saturated him. 

That was until you laid down next to him and started snuggling into his right side.

The feeling of your warm and soft body shifting into him until you molded perfectly against each other had one more flurry of tingles and skipping heartbeats work through him. Your cheek was nestled against the top of his pec and you were happy to find that the fabric of his dress shirt felt soft against your skin. The arm that laid over him was reached out so that your hand could rest on the shoulder opposite your head. The whispering sound of your skin brushing over the fabric of his pants filled the air as you bent your right leg just enough to nestle in between his. You couldn’t help the deep, contented sigh that left you at the pleasant feeling of his thick thighs cradling one of yours. You had nearly forgotten to pull the blanket up over the two of you with how harshly the drain from concentrating and moving your energy had started to hit you. It didn’t help that Sanji was just as enviously comfortable as he looked.

Sanji drank in every touch you offered with satisfaction and serenity. Every single one seemed to solidify the heaven that wrapped his every sense in comfort and peace. His left hand managed to make its way up and hold the hand you had rested on his shoulder. His right was placed down lovingly on your waist. You mumbled something that could’ve been “sweet dreams” and he mumbled back with just as much clarity. 

With your last waking action, you gave him a gentle squeeze then fully relaxed your body into his. Sanji stayed conscious for as long as he could, basking in the feeling of being truly held.

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cold kisses

part 0.14. MAIN ATTRACTION

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . matilda by alt-j

kenma acted more like a cat than he liked to admit. to his distaste, he’d copy something goldfish would do without meaning to and she would always point it out. it was a common sight for her to find him sleeping around in multiple areas of the apartment, sleeping the day away. 

she’d always wondered; had nekoma high been made for him or had he been made for nekoma? she’d once teased him about it before. she’d flopped onto his bed one night and brought up the question while he was playing some game by himself.

he’d immediately cut her off with a huff, saying, “neither. neither of us were made for each other. i’m not a cat.” then he’d turned back to face his monitor, pulling up his hood and tightening the drawstrings to block her out of his sight. but she’d seen his headphones. he still had the side of his headphones close to her pushed behind his ear in case she said anything else. he was still listening.

not a cat, he persisted, yet he was always aware of his surroundings. eyes darting around, head perking up at any sound. and perhaps her first mistake was thinking she could sneak back into their apartment late at night without alarming him.

when she first walked in, she found him at the kitchen, head resting on his arms. he looked like he was sleeping and her heart twisted with guilt. had he even moved since last night? when was the last time he’d eaten? she knew him well. she had a feeling he’d stayed in the kitchen the entire day.

she’d planned to wake him up after she’d placed her bags back down in her room. she would look in the mirror, fix any stray strands of hair if needed, prepare herself, and then walk back out to wake him up and talk to him.

she didn’t get to do any of those things.

“y/n.”

she heard the voice behind her and immediately froze.

“hi,” she turned to look at him, trying to keep her voice a steady tone. when had he even left the table? she wanted to keep herself calm and emotionless. she wanted him to talk first, but looking at him, both of them standing right in front of her bedroom door, dimly lit by the kitchen light, she just wanted to pull him into a hug and confess everything. his hair wasn’t pulled back–a sight she couldn’t recall seeing for months–framing a grim face. he looked similar to when they had still been in high school together, more closed off, shy, and small. he was taller now, and she looked up at him as he came to stand closer to her.

“can we talk?” he asked softly. had she even seen him look so emotional before? she had to force herself to look away from his eyes, she was so caught up in how glassy they looked, as if he was on the verge of crying. she wouldn’t be able to keep herself together if she kept staring.

“we can talk after i put my bags down. just wait,” she answered, turning back around to open her door before a hand gently but firmly grabbed her wrist turning her back around.

“i'm sorry," he immediately blurted, looking at her as if was trying to apologize for grabbing her and numerous other things but he didn’t let go of her wrist. “i’m sorry, i can’t wait. i can’t–i’ve been so horrible to you and all i can think about is apologizing to you. and you made me wait the whole day–” he relaxed his grip when he felt confident she wasn’t going to leave him again and let his head drop onto her shoulder, a small, nervous laugh coming from him.

she laughed too, all of her previous plans left behind. she ran one hand through his hair, the other wrapped around his neck, holding him close. “i’m sorry, no one told you the plan for today did they?”

she felt him shake his head slowly against her shoulder before he pulled back. her arms fell back to her sides while he exhaled a long sigh. “i’m sorry for everything i said. i said i didn’t care because it’s the exact opposite. i care so much about you, y/n. i was so wrapped up in my head about you being with atsumu and about talking to you that i said the wrong thing. but i do care about you. this…whatever we’re doing–it’s more than just a thing to me. being able to be so honest and close to you, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me.” he looked down to pull at the sleeve of his sweater, “sorry, you know i’m not good with words.”

“yeah, i do know that,” she replied, smiling when he looked back at her.

she thinks his eyes are flicking between her eyes and slight lower at her lips but there’s too many things happening for her to focus on that. her heart is beating fast as well, trying to think of how to tell him how she feels, “i’m sorry, too, for giving you the wrong impression and walking out on you. that wasn’t fair to you at all, so i’m sorry i caused you all this stress in the first place.”

he shakes his head again at her words, “you don’t have anything to apologize for. i’m the one that assumed things and god–this is never going to end with the both of us. i’m the one that needs to apologize, i said something i didn’t mean and i shouldn’t have. i made you feel like i’ve been pretending this whole time when everything i’ve said to you is real. i do love you, more than just a friend.”

he’s closer now, and she absentmindedly pushes back a stray strand of hair falling in front of his face. when she brushes it back, he’s close enough that she can see the light pink blush covering his face and ears and inherently bites her lip.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers.

her hands are already on the back of his head, pulling him to her.

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extras <3

iwa and suna are both y/n's equally scary guard dogs

the difference is that iwa guards from afar while suna stays right next to y/n

like suna is focused on making sure y/n is safe while iwa ensures that the entire perimeter is safe <3

also everytime she stays over none of them ever sleep in a bed either they're all in the living room and suna and iwa are sleeping on the floor while she's on the couch or they all fall asleep cuddling <3

iwa did NOT let y/n go skate with oikawa until she had deleted her tweet like a true mother

and when suna, iwa, and oikawa came to watch y/n's skating practice ukai (and atsumu) were both slightly off put by the three towering men who walked in

but then he recognized them all and was like "ok chill"

when they sat next to ukai he started talking to them about how he thought they were another publicity photographer and how last time the photographer was shamelessly trying to take photos of him as well

bc i mean i would do the same he has no business being that good looking

kuroo bought coffee for y/n only when they met up because he still wanted to buy her something after everything that had happened

original song for this chapter was supposed to be stargirl interlude but matilda played while i was writing the majority of this chapter so it got chosen again (this is ur sign to listen to @eggyrocks' cold kisses playlist!!)

it wasn't even a fair fight tbh i would give alt-j my firstborn for any song

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Ellie and abby and reader get high together PLS I need more poly content😣😣😣 both of them at once is the sluttiest need plsss

i caved …

three’s a crowd.

🎀 let’s imagine a alt universe where abby + ellie + joel never have beef and everything is sunshine and rainbows 🌈 okay? okay. ⬇��� kinda smutty !

“ohhh, amateur alert.” ellie jeers as abby coughs, having taken a deep inhale from the joint. you sit between your two girlfriends, the two of them passing a blunt between you. you felt hazy, hyper aware of their touch— the weed headed straight for your cunt.

“shut up.” abby rolled her eyes but a lazy smirk stayed put on her lips, her strong hand adjusting itself where it rested on your shoulder. she passed the J towards ellie, who turned to you immediately, the smoking paper pinched between her long fingers.

“y’want another pull, babe?” her eyes darted towards your bottom lip, flushed and swollen from where you’d subconsciously been sucking and biting on it watching your two partners smoke so casually. you weren’t sure why, but something about it was so attractive.

“mm, one more.” you grinned, eyes barely open with how sore and heavy they felt from the high. ellie brought the blunt to your lips, shuffling closer to you and and you leant in, meeting her half way to inhale it. as you leant forward, abby’s eyes drifted down your tank top, your nipples pebbled against the fabric. you squinted as you held the smoke in your mouth before exhaling, ellie grinning almost proudly at you.

“burns so good, huh?” she comment on the way it felt and you nod, relaxing into abby more.

“no more for this one, m’not sure she can take it.” abby instructed, her voice tired and low. you nuzzled your cheek into her chest as she cradled your head, looking down at the way you giggled against her. “yeah i can… can take it really good.” you purred, pushing your face up to be eye level with abby. you were fully aware of the double entendre, and the way your tits were pushed together as you cuddled up to her. she eyed you, before curling a finger beneath your chin and letting your lips press slowly and lightly to hers, the tease of it making your cotton underwear more damp in your shorts.

ellie sat back, manspreading in the chair as she watched you makeout with abby. she finished off the joint, holding it between her fingers as she eyed you.

“hey, you forgotten ‘bout me already? maybe i want a kiss too.” ellie leant off the seat to reach your waist to pinch it with her free hand and you pulled away from abby breathlessly, letting her thumb away the string of spit connecting the two of you. you turned your attention now to ellie as she sat back, who didn’t miss the way the blonde slightly rolled her eyes at this. the freckled girl sat a little further on the long couch, so you ended up on your hands and knees to crawl to where she sat, your back arched a little for abby’s viewing pleasure as the weed had made you bold.

ellie raised her eyebrows with a pleased smirk, her eyes trailing down to your tits before returning to your giggly smile. with determination, she tossed the blunt to the side before grabbing your cheeks with two hands and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. as she did so, abby’s hand almost in a trance slid up the back of your thigh as she admired your position, running up to grope your ass feeling her own skin heat up from arousal. “nice fucking view.” abby’s thumb pressed between your folds through the material of your thin shorts making you jolt and whine against ellie’s mouth. ellie pulled you away for a moment, her hand gently around your neck, thumb stroking your throat distractedly as she peered round to check out what abby was doing. she looked back at you, watching the way you were grinding back against abby’s thumb and smirked.

“we gotta find more weed, makes our girl so fuckin’ horny.”

♡

[wynnibee]

WASNT GONNA POST THIS BUT ACTUALLY IM REALLY PROUD OF IT. woe. pony be upon ye

@atlas-of-the-mind <- for the beef its his sona

[id in alt and under the cut]

[id: a colored sketch of J's sona, Atlas, turned into a horse-like creature floating in space.

Atlas is incredibly long and lanky, with a smooth, almost featureless face, thin ears, and long legs ending in cloven hooves; his front hooves have an attached dew claw, while he back legs have two floating dew claws. he has thin, membraneous wings resembling bat wings, ending in individual "fingers" that have split from the main membrane. large floating wing thumbs sit on top of his wings where the "hand" would go. he has large tail fins that resemble a bird's tail, and follow the same "split finger" shape of his wings. he also has a large crest on the sides of his face that trail down his neck, and a curved "horn" protruding from his cheek over the fans. Atlas also has large floating teardrop shapes cascading off of his wings, tail fan, and head crests. a large sparkling nebula flows down off his head and tail where his mane would be.

atlas is all black, except for the underside of his wings, tail fan and headcrests, which are a gradient of bright blue, pink, and yellow. he has a faint sparkles over the colored parts of his body. on the edges of his wings, tail and crests are white ringed markings of various sizes. he has a blue, triangular eye, and two loops coming off of his hips. he's floating in space, with his legs in relaxed poses. atlas is looking up at a large star directly over his head, and he has one wing outstretched with the other pulled close to his body. the background is a blue gray to black gradient, with a galaxy texture in the middle of the canvas that stretches up to the top right corner. end id.]

[englandamericaitaly]

It's time for more Batfam Big Bang!!

I got the wonderful honor of working with @disillusioneddanny to draw for their WONDERFUL fic!!

Link to fic

@batfam-big-bang

Alt text for image: Drawing of Jason Todd and Tim Drake from Batman. Both characters are wearing white, hooded, plastic jumpsuits over their standard clothes. Both characters are seated with their knees pulled up towards their chests. Jason is on the left and Tim is on the right. Jason is more relaxed but frowning and concerned. He is looking at Tim with his eyes but does not have his head fully turned towards him. The top of a red t-shirt peeks through the top of his jumpsuit. Tim is holding himself with his knees fully against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his forehead rested against his knees. His eyes are closed with dark circles under them. Behind them is a light brown plywood wall with small shards of glass imbedded throughout it. Above their heads, the bottom half of the word "ROOM" is spray painted in red, all-caps letters. Both characters have various scars with the most prominent being a capital J carved into Jason's left cheek, a bullet graze scar on Tim's right cheek, and almost identitcal scars across their throats.

[skelexguts]

Drawing smiling critters but draw in my artstyle with some of my hcs I’ve put!!! pt 2!! + close up of the drawing + hcs in alt!!! Here are the rest of them!!! :3

Here are headcanons I’ve for awhile

- Picky would teach crafty how to bake and make sweet treats with her and crafty make treats based what picky like such as pb&j sandwiches but in a shape of an apple which is picky’s pendent as well as an apple clip as shown here and picky loved it very much!!! (Food coloring my beloveds)

- Kickin and bubba are the best of buddies as they help each other out such with kickin help bubba to relax and not to overwork himself as bubba helps with things that kickin is struggling as well giving advice to him, but kickin has a small crush on bubba and flirt with him to give hints but bubba is sorta of oblivious to romance but eventually he start to notice the flirting and signs that kickin giving out (bonus: they’re both boyfailures in own ways)

[thetravellerssnotebook]

What Kinds of Songs the Bad Batch Would Listen To

Echo:

Classics/Oldies

-Really just any sort of swing/cafe music from the 30's-50's. He's such a sweet gentleman, so old-fashioned and romantic <3. I don't think he would like much of the new stuff. Secretly a sucker for slow dances in the living room with candles while it's raining...

Hunter:

Classic Country/Classic Rock

-I feel like Hunter is a sucker for all the Marty Robins, Lynyrd Skynyrd, etc. stuff. Just the classic things that all your parents know and love. They're calming. They help him relax and remind him of easier days. And he deserves it

Tech:

Alternative Pop

-Just hear me out. Most people's impression of him is probably classical music and black tea and fancy, intellectual things of that sort, but I honestly think he would enjoy the upbeat, electronic, modern works by people like AJR, ALT-J, Imagine Dragons, etc. It just feels like him. I can imagine him listening to 'Weak' while tinkering under the console in the Marauder

Wrecker:

Parodies/Remixes/Youtube crap/Disney cartoon songs

-Honestly this man's music taste is just all over the place. I can easily see him listening to some stupid parody of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' while eating chocolate pudding at 3AM

Crosshair:

Chill Beats/Lofi/Chill Hip-hop

-Most people probably think he'd listen to hard rock or something, but honestly, this man has some really intense stress hidden deep down in there, and these things just help him relax and let go. Definitely vibing with a headset in the middle of the night in his bunk

[rathesy]

If YOU are Kim Gong-Ja's 'Spirit'/the Sword Emperor! Fem reader

Alt: Kim Gong-Ja is a simp for half of it and I'm simping for the other half; (Earlier chapters btw and unedited)

You drive him crazy in terms of mental, physical and emotional. Mentally because of your loud cocky personality, whining, complaints and remarks, physically because of your 'training' and emotionally because how is it POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO HAVE SUCH A CUTE SMILE WHILE ALL THIS. Even when you put him through really rough training, just seeing you smile proudly at him makes his heart beat rapidly.

When he first met you, as in when he accidentally took you in, he thought you were gonna be an annoying ghost. And you are but you are HIS annoying ghost and you somehow took his heart. God bless him because he's gonna lose it when he realises his feelings.

He wanted to tease you by calling him 'master' until he realises how weird that is and quickly tried to play it off. However, you use this to teased him everything and he gets red every single time.

He's probably gonna get hard on accident. I'm sorry but this is a depressing shut in man and you're telling me that he hasn't had human contact for years? Boom. Especially with you outfit, revealing your jacked arms and a little bit of a chest, he's a man and he's half honest.

Anyways, you have the dynamics of; (Dumbass x Oh fuck I guess they're MY dumbass both ways), (Buff x Lanky), ( *fighting* → *making out* /j) and (Pining x Dumbass at love)

Fun scenario if you both date fr:

"Are you serious?" You raise an eyebrow at the man in front of you. "Yes." Kim Gong-ja says so determined by his desire that he just told you. "Fine whatever, you weirdo," You grab his arms and pull him in a hug. His head on your chest while he simply relaxed as if he's in cloud nine.

"..You still have training."

"10 more minutes."

I'm just thinking of like a scenario where you try to comfort him but also showing your vulnerable side sjwgwjgewj don't mind me

YOU KNOW THE CHAPTER WITH THE DOLLS? After finding out about the backstory and such, you face away for a moment before facing towards him and leaning against him to comfort both him and yourself from what you've seen. Yes, you may be a powerful and cocky person but you're not a monster. Imagine you joining in with playing with the 'children' even if you're a ghost, that'll be so cute.

You cannot tell me that Kim Gong-ja isn't a MALEWIFE that will kill anyone who is a threat to him and his wife(you). He is the malewife husband that works. I wanna see how affectionate he can get with you and soft.

I don't know what my brain is on rn but I hope you like reading this short blog😅

Tell me if they're OCC because I think I forgot some stuff💕