#and jean is somewhere in the middle :o

[3rachasdomesticbanana]

The Bet | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: After losing a bet with your boyfriend, your penalty is to do whatever he says that night. But what sort of penalty does he have in mind in the middle of a nightclub and why are crotchless panties involved?

Who would've thought losing a bet would be so much fun?

•Pairing: au Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Includes: Heavy smut, Established relationship, Public unprotected sex, slight Restricted movement, Soft Dom Chan, Minimal fluff, Crowded area

wc:3k+

an: edited but might still contain some errors

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“Remember the bet, baby girl.”

Your boyfriend Chan whispers in your ear making you shiver.

You're innocently sitting on his lap in the VIP section of an upscale nightclub somewhere in downtown DC. The club pulses with energy as the heavy bass reverberates through the sleek, dimly-lit space. The air is infused with the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes, mingling with the subtle aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Smooth leather couches, separated by a red velvet rope line the perimeter of the dance floor, offering cozy spots for groups like our own to relax and chat amidst the excitement. The group of friends you two came with, move with confidence on the dance floor in front of you bathed in hues of deep purples and blues. Hip-hop, EDM, and R&B classics fill every corner of the room. You nod at your boyfriend's words believing he wouldn't go through with the penalty of the bet you lost against him.

Why you bet him that you could deep throat him without gagging wasn't the smartest thing you've done. Chan is far too thick and lengthy to take every inch without gagging even a little when he hits the back of your throat with the swollen head of his cock. Now you wait in a short black leather pleated skirt with a pair of crotchless panties underneath waiting for his command. With every drum his finger plays on your hips you feel your body respond to him. Little touches here and there make you fully aware of all the places his hands and fingers linger on your body. From your back, through the exposed slit down your blouse to your navel. He touches every bit of flesh he can without the movements looking indecent.

There's possibly over a hundred people inside the club and that's just on the floor you're on, there's two other floors below you. You feel certain Chan won't do anything too drastic around all of these people, that he just wants to tease you and keep you on your toes. Though with this man you've been with for years now, you can't ever put anything past him. He's capable of doing so many things others would never dream of doing. If he wants something then nothing will stop him from his goal. It was that way when you met through your boyfriend at the time. He was a toxic asshole and Chris knew he could treat you a thousand times better than he ever could. So he proved it to you every chance he got. Won your heart and eventually your mind, body and soul. You've been happy ever since. Everyday was an adventure with him, full of spontaneity for you, yet carefully thought out in his mind.

So when you feel him lower the zipper of his designer black ripped jeans you're not really surprised. You aren't prepared for him to wrap his arms around your midsection though. In one quick move he pulls you back against his chest and you yelp in surprise. The movement frees his cock from the opening in the front of his boxers. It springs up and out, resting against your ass. Your eyes go wide, your mouth agape and you're at a loss for words. It would take one shift from you for him to slip between your thighs or inside of you. As if he can read your mind, Chan settles his palm flat on your thigh with just enough pressure for you to understand him without words. Doesn't stop him from whispering in your ear though, knowing how his breath on your neck will affect you.

“Don't move baby. Not until I say so. This is a penalty remember… not a reward.” He smirks, proud of himself for this brilliant idea.

Chan is loving this little game of his and he wants to drag it out for as long as he can but the feel of your soft supple ass flushed against his hard length makes him feel like a mad man. He wants to ram himself inside of your sweet slippery walls and plow himself into you until you're creaming all over his cock and dripping down to his balls. He flexes the stiff muscle and grins wickedly when you groan softly. How long can he repeat that move until he feels it inch further and further away from where it rests? until it plops into your needy cunt? He wonders to himself. Maybe if he calculates it right he can make it so his cock doesn't find its way inside of you just yet. He'd love to fuck your thighs for a little bit. Feel you squeeze him with those thick fleshy thighs that he loves.

While you're sitting as still as possible forcing yourself to look as if nothing is wrong, Chan plots behind and underneath you for more ways to tease you like this. Momentarily you're both pulled out of your inner thoughts and intimate bubble when a couple of your friends come over to the table to hydrate and to get you two onto the floor to join them dancing.

“Come on bestie dance with us! Hannie keeps stepping on my feet.” Your best friend exclaims setting down her drink and side eyeing her boyfriend.

“Hey hey that wasn't my fault Minho bumped into me. I'm being framed.” Han puts his hands up in surrender.

You're laughing at the couples playful bickering in front of you but you can feel Chan’s erection twitch again as your laughter rocks your body.

“You two go ahead, you know Chan and I like vibing and watching you guys have fun. We'll join you before the night's over.” You smile in their direction and Chan's does it again.

This time flexing his cock three times making it bounce under you until it slips through your thighs briefly brushing past your clit. Your eyes go wide and you gasp. Very quickly you pretend to sneeze covering your mouth with your hands.

“Bless you baby.” Chan says and you can hear the smile. “Why don't you two show us exactly how to have fun yeah? See if we can compete with you guys later.” He adds over your shoulder and whatever Han sees on his buddies face he's taking your friends hand and pulling her away from the lush VIP area.

He chuckles watching the pair disappear into the crowd and pushes up off the couch as if he's trying to get comfortable but the move only rubs your aching clit with the side of his stiffness. Every vein and ridge brushes the nub making you squeeze your legs together which is exactly what he wanted.

He groans softly before he whispers in your ear, “No moving remember?” and you groan in frustration.

“Please Channie. I'm so wet can't you feel how bad I need you?” You whine, turning your head to look at him.

His coffee colored eyes glitter when they find yours. His full lush lips part and he runs his tongue over them. When you bite down on your own lip you feel him again and you know he's just being stubborn in not giving in and filling you up.

“Because you said please. Slowly scoot up forward to grab your drink off the table and then back down.” He instructs and you nod turning back around.

Your drink, a mix of pineapple and cranberry juice sits in front of you on the oval glass table with beads of condensation dripping down the sides. Stretching your arm out, you slowly inch forward feeling Chan sliding down between your folds becoming slick with your juices. Your hand makes contact with the glass and when you slowly move back to how you were you feel him stretching your cunt wide each inch you push back onto him. The sensation is heavenly and you want to take your time. To enjoy the feeling of him finally inside of you but Chan is an inpatient man and he’s gripping your hips, pulling you back with such force that your drink splashes over the surface and onto the floor. You inhale sharply clutching the glass tighter than you normally would on a normal night out.

If you thought the feeling of Chan inside of you was heavenly, he'll describe it as exquisitely delectable. God he loves it when he bottoms out inside of you, loves it when you take all of him so well. He'll push himself even further though there's no where left for him to go just to hear you whimper the way you are now.

“Shhhh baby, that's it. Fuck. Now no moving no matter what. Good.”

You feel his cock pulsating inside you and keeping a neutral face has never been more difficult than now. If you two weren't surrounded by at least a hundred people right now your ass would be bouncing up and down on him until he was shooting and filling you up but instead you sit still, following his directions and sporting a very natural blush that no makeup brand could ever replicate.

How long could you both sit here like this without needing to cum? How could he even control himself to not thrust. Damn it… he feels too good and you need some stimulation so you ignore what he's told you to do and begin rocking back and forth nodding your head like you're doing nothing more than enjoying the song that the DJ plays. It's enough to make you cum right there but Chan's strong hands stops you with a groan sucking in air between his teeth.

“Hey hey hey.” He says softly. “You were being such a good girl.” His voice his husky and low, it makes your muscles clench around him and when he groans again it does nothing to stop the need you feel.

“Channie.” You whine, not caring about your dignity. “I can't do this. It's too much I need you to fuck me.” You admit squeezing your legs and in the process, squeezing his cock with your cunt.

He curses under his breath fanning your hair at the nape of your neck making you shiver. It's unintentional, completely innocent but you shivering pulls a instinctive thrust from Chan. When you moan he does it again and you have to remember that you're not alone when the urge to arch your back and grind your way into a climax tries to take over. Chan is fighting a battle that he feels he may lose because you just feel too good wrapped around him. Even if you don't move, all you have to do is bear hug his cock and he'll lose his sanity, his composer and unravel.

He didn't think he'd be the one suffering right along with you. As someone who thinks everything through he didn't think of this part. Now he's fighting his compulsions and the impulse to fuck you hard and rough even with an audience. When he makes any sort of sound it only turns you on even more and he knows your walls can't help but clench in response. The way your pussy swallows him up, contracting around him like it's trying to milk him has his brain going fuzzy.

“Fuck, y/n baby. I'm so glad this pussy is mine. If I fucked you right now could you control yourself baby? Or would everyone know that I'm deep inside of you giving you all eight inches of my cock? Hm?” Chan growls gritting his teeth digging his fingertips into your skin.

“Mm- I… I can try baby. I can't make any promises. You've got me too worked up. Please just fuck me though. I don't want to wait until we're home and I definitely don't want you to stop.” You reply sounding breathless as if you two had already been going at it.

“If we're doing this you have to keep still, no moving yeah? You do exactly what I say. If not then we're stopping. This is so we don't get caught okay?”

You nod looking straight ahead, focusing your eyes on the lighting fixtures that hang from the ceiling. They cast subtle patterns on the walls, adding to the ambiance around the club. Occasionally, bursts of colored light sweep across the room, adding to the atmosphere and hypnotizing you when you feel Chan start to move. He's squeezing his legs together like you were doing and bounces his legs to the beat of the song. Each squeeze and bounce creates a tiny thrust, his cock, barely moving in and out but it feels so good you almost close your eyes.

“Dance with me baby. Tap your foot. Fuck- mnh squeeze my cock with your pussy.”

You don't need to be told twice you do as asked without hesitation and the added movement on your part increases the thrusts. He's able to pull out of your cunt further, before snapping back up into you. The music is your focus though you don't hear what's playing, you keep the rhythm Chan has, nodding your head and keeping your breathing even. It's not easy, there's moments where you let slip a moan or a gasp that gets drowned out by the bumping bass. Even Chan can't control the raw uncontrolled sounds that escape him each time your pelvic muscles grip him.

Luckily for you two all your friends are still on the dancefloor but for how long? That thought is all too apparent to Chan and he cannot have anyone interrupting this. It feels too good to stop; he'd be liable to burn the place down in a fit of rage if he was forced to pull out of you before creaming your pussy, breeding you just how you both love. Heads will roll if he doesn't get to finish you both off.

“Need… mmm. Shit baby girl, I need you to cum q- quick can you do that for me?” He asks, his voice strains and his hands snake around your abdomen wrapping you in his arms. You nod in response. It's all you can do, you're afraid that if you try to utter a single word you won't be able to stop the noises that will spill from your lips.

“Good girl, now squeeze me and rock your body to the beat like you were doing before.” He steals your drink from your hand and brings it up to his lips nonchalantly but you hear his moans when you tighten your muscles.

Chan is close; he just needs you to reach your peak so that he can spill himself inside of your greedy cunt. So with his free hand he gently presses his palm down on your stomach just below your belly button. The pressure makes your legs shake and you stutter with your rocking but you find the rhythm again with ease, grateful that the song is a fast paced one.

With his cock throbbing inside of you and the rocking motion of your hips, Chan is now grunting behind you, quietly praising you behind the glass of your drink.

“Oh fuck baby, keep going. Mhm you're close now aren't you y/n? Yeah, I can feel it. So gorgeous when you cum. I can just imagine how you look right now, flushed cheeks, lips parted wanting to scream my name.” He grunts and adds more pressure to your abdomen and bucks his hips once and fast.

He's right you are close and you're more than certain that you're making a mess of the front of his jeans. Neither of you care, your impending shared orgasm on the forefront of your minds. With every rock of your hips you feel Chan's cock bump against that sweet spot nestled deep inside of you that only he can reach. Your walls quiver and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. Your brows crinkle together, making you look angry while you fail to look like nothing is happening other than a happy couple enjoying the music the DJ provides. Behind you Chan is struggling but not for long. With a popping sound, your bottom lip springs out from your teeth and you're gasping like you can't get enough air into your lungs.

“Chan… fuck.” You gasp and that's all that he needs to hear. He understands exactly what you mean.

“Yes…” He hisses, pushing his pelvis hard against you. “That's my girl. Oh fuck,” He gasps along with you. “Cum all over me y/n.” Chan mutters cumming inside of you, shooting hard and deep while the walls of your cunt throb with your own release.

With your movements slightly restricted to stay unnoticed, the orgasm is unlike any others that Chan has coaxed from you. It’s as if you've been plunged into an icy lake and the suddenness takes your breath away. Your body is on pins and needles and fucking hell does it feel unbelievable for both you and Chan. Your cunt devours every bit of his seed, still hungry for more. You're shaking all over and it takes Chan’s strong arms hugging you to slow down your breathing and your body to relax.

“Fuck.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Mhm, I can't wait to get you home y/n. Hope you've got nothing planned tomorrow. I don't think you'll be able to walk when I'm done with you baby.” He informs you and your pussy reacts clamping down around his slowly softening cock.

“Oh, is someone already ready for another round?”

“Another round? Hell yeah bro let's end the night with a fucking bang!” Felix cheers from seemingly out of nowhere, pulling you and Chan back to the now. The shy giggles you two let out leave everyone confused as they join the table one by one.

After ordering another round for the group you both excuse yourselves and as descritley as possible separate from each other without anyone noticing. The whole way to the restroom laughter erupts from you and Chan.

“I can't believe we did that!” Chan shouts over the music and pulls you into his arms. His lips land on yours kissing you until your head is spinning.

“Keep that up Mr. Bang and I'm pulling you into the bathroom with me.” You scold him playfully. He calls your bluff, kissing you again and grabbing your ass for good measure.

“Go on, I'll be waiting beautiful.” he nods in the direction of the restroom doors.

Once cleaned up you and Chan rejoin your friends. Finally making it to the dancefloor, you dance an entirely different dance than before. Your body still feels lit up and the craving you have for your boyfriend still remains. You'll hold him to his promise when you get home but the one thing you love about him is that he always stays true to his word. You know he'll deliver, he's all action as well as words. Who would've thought losing a bet could be so much fun?

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[iwashieonhiatus]

“𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮…” (𝟏𝟔+) | BLLK

📌  michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, barou shoei, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, eita otoya

︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶ synopsis: telling some of the bllk men you need them

･ﾟﾟ･｡　warnings- mdni, nsfw content, established relationship, pro player(20+), f!reader.

𑄹 kaiser. You two were on the street, strolling somewhere in Italy, that he insisted on taking you. When he finally stopped walking, interested in the things they sold at the market stall, you approached him, resting your head on his shoulder, “I need you.” He mumbled something, still interested in the object, “Kaiser, I need you!” you whimpered and he looked at you, an eyebrow raised, “like...?” he made that look and you agreed, whispering in his ear “now”. He shivered, running an arm around your waist. “why didn’t you say it before?” he grumbled, pulling you down the street, returning as quickly as possible to the hotel.

𑄹 isagi. You two were lying on the couch watching a movie, him lying on top of you, getting strokes in his hair. “Yoichi, I need you,” you said, hoping he would understand. “how so?” he asked, still focused on the movie. “I need you” you repeated, changing your tone and yet he didn’t understand, leaning on his elbows to face you with a raised eyebrow, “Isagi Yoichi. I. Need. You. Now.” You said, holding his face and pointing down with your gaze. It took a while, but he understood- widening his eyes, his mouth on an “o” and the tip of his ears red. “Like that…?” he leaned in, lips almost glued to his, “yes, now!” you pulled him in, feeling his hand slide down your waist into the blouse, saying, “Yoichi to the rescue.”

𑄹barou. You were home alone. He had gone shopping and there was nothing for you to do. Empty head is the devil’s workshop and soon you felt a heat spreading through your body, gathering in the middle of your legs. Damn, you need your boyfriend. Squeezing your legs, you had the brilliant idea to put on his jersey and take a picture. ‘I need you’ ‘shopping’ ‘but I need you, now...’ ‘You’ll have to wait, baby’ you smiled mischievously as you read the message, ‘Barou shoei, I need you, now!’ sending the photo right after. The answer is a simple ‘5 min’. Soon you heard the front door slamming and his heavy footsteps into the bedroom, it didn’t take long for him to be in the middle of your legs, kissing you hard as one hand squeezed your thigh and the other lifted the jersey, “I want to keep it,” his eyes sparkled, kissing you again.

𑄹tabito. He was about to hang out with his friends, it had been a while since he’d seen the Blue Lock guys, but it was almost impossible not to have other plans when you saw him getting dressed, the jeans grabbing his thick thighs, his round ass... Oh, you needed him. He turned as he felt what you threw at him, eyes sliding from you lying in the middle of the bed to the piece of clothing on the floor. He raised an eyebrow, lifting the red panties you threw at him. “I need you.” You opened a crack between your legs, showing that you were without the piece of clothing that was in his hand. He smiled sheepishly, looking at you and your panties, meandering to the edge of the bed, “if you need me that badly...” in a matter of minutes, the clothes he wore were on the floor.

𑄹nagi. It had been hours since he’d been lying on the couch, eyes glued to his phone screen, fingers moving nimbly and the sounds of gunfire coming out of the phone. It was inevitable to miss your boyfriend after so long apart, but he paid no attention to you. “Nagi, I need you...” The answer was a humming, and you snorted, annoyed. Extreme situations require extreme measures. You removed your blouse and threw it in his face. “But- What was-” the question died in his throat as he looked at you. His eyes alternating between the screen of the phone and you standing with your arms akimbo, showing your breasts. “I need you, Nagi Seishiro.” He knew he was serious because of the full name. Nagi looked again at the phone screen and, to your luck and his misfortune, he lost the game. He sighed, putting his phone aside, “I lost... could you comfort me?” he tapped his thighs as you reached over and sat on his thick thighs.

𑄹reo. You had the night all planned, but your boyfriend had other plans, or rather, his family had other plans. “But, Reo, I need you.” he held your face, kissing your forehead. “I really need to go, love.” You stared at him, arms crossed below your chests, “I promise to come back soon,” he turned around, putting on his shoes. “Are you sure you want to go?” you removed your robe, showing that you were wearing his favorite nightgown, which also meant that the night would be long. He swallowed dryly, his eyes glued to you, until he grunted, removing his shoes and pushing you around the house. “They can wait for another day,” he said against your neck and you smiled victoriously, guiding him into the bedroom.

𑄹rin. He was busy on the phone, probably someone from work or family, but you didn’t care, your needs came first. You cleared your throat, drawing his attention, who raised his eyes to you, stopping speaking immediately, mouth open and eyes wide. You bit the smile and made a slow turn, showing that you were wearing the lingerie he had chosen, and whispered a ‘I need you now’ and pointed with your head to the bedroom, just leaving the room. He followed you with his gaze, still quiet, the person on the other end asking if he was okay, “a matter came up and I need to resolve urgently,” he hung up, tossing his phone aside and heading into the bedroom, finding you sitting on the bed, legs crossed and a sly smile on your face.

𑄹otoya. When he wasn’t busy with football, he was busy with his hobby—music production. You nudged his shoulder three times before he pulled the headset away and looked at you. “I need you”. He pointed to the computer screen, saying, “I’m still busy,” “No. You didn’t get it.” you turned the chair to you, showing that you were wearing his jersey and tiny panties. “I need you.” His eyes sparkled as he took off his phone, soon pulling you into his lap. “That sounds urgent, sweetie.”

[amuseoffyre]

I know I’ve babbled about Buttons being Scottish before, but I really still get very excited about it for several reasons, not least because it’s one of the few pieces of American-made media where there isn’t a joke about someone not being able to understand his accent and where he doesn’t have to tone it down.

A few examples of it include:

aye

they wee black dots look a bit spanish tae me, what dae ye think?

I thought he was deid

I’m no sayin he is and I’m no sayin he isnae

can ye no haue a bit o respect?

ye glaikit foppin twat

His specific dialect is from around the north east of Edinburgh on the coast, somewhere around Leith or Portobello. Leith was one of the big Edinburgh ports and Portie was a smugglers haven in the 18th century, so do what you will with that in relation to Buttons’ background :D (Yes, that’s because that’s where Ewen spent his younger days, but I like the idea of Buttons as a smuggler using his gull pals as lookouts :D)

It’s also very specifically a working-class accent, which very seldom makes it into international media. Edinburgh’s middle/upper class accent is very very different - think along the lines of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie or listen to old videos of Arthur Conan Doyle talking.

Can you tell how much I like writing a character who sounds like the people from my region? :D

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knight in a navy blue boiler suit, ii | eddie munson x reader

part 1 | part 2

summary Eddie fixes your car and sweeps you away in the process. [3.4k]

contains pure fucking fluff. that's literally it. (use of y/n, fem!reader, mechanic!eddie)

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It’s Thursday evening when the phone rings.

You’re alone, again. Since you graduated, the frequency of your parents’ jaunts across the United States have increased, so you’re often left behind to watch the house.

You’re spread lazily over the couch, legs hanging off the arm, book held up over your head. It’s a cheap fantasy romance you found in your mom’s room, about a knight and a princess. It’s alright so far.

The shrill ring makes you jump. You swing your legs around and stand a little too quick so the blood rushes from your head and you go woozy for a second and move too quickly across the room to the kitchen where the phone hangs on the wall. You seize the receiver so enthusiastically you damn near knock yourself out with it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n?” His voice is low, tired again, and all crackly down the line. You feel silly for having missed it.

“Yeah, hi, Eddie.”

“Hey,” he says again, his smile very obvious in the way the word forms in his mouth. He hopes you can’t hear it.

You can.

There’s a beat of funny silence while you bite your lip and bounce on your tiptoes, willing the nerves away through movement.

“So, uh, you wanna bring your car round tomorrow?” He sounds nervous, you think. “Got the day off.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna waste your day o-“

“I offered, y/n,” he laughs. “You just gotta bring ‘er over.” There’s that smile again. You wonder if you’re making it up in your head or if he really is grinning this hard on the other end.

“Yeah, okay,” you say softly. “Whereabouts are ya?”

“Forest Hills, you know it?”

“Yeah, sure, ‘s’only a couple minutes from me.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you tomorrow mornin’, yeah?”

“See you, Eddie.”

This time it’s you who cuts the line, suddenly too giddy, overcome with restlessness because you’ve been thinking about seeing him again since he saw you off on Monday evening, which makes you feel a little ridiculous considering you’ve spoken to him for all of five minutes in total.

There’s just something about him that’s lingered, tainting every thought like a stubborn smoke that won’t wash out. You think about the rings, silver and sparkling under the streetlamp. You think about his fingers, the way they gripped the door of your car and flexed when he’d called you sugar. You think about his voice crackling down the phone and the midwestern lilt he gives your name.

It's the first time you’ve felt like this since high school. Crushes are few and far between when you’re in your early twenties and stuck in your hometown, so you’re far from upset when you go to bed filled with butterflies and trying hopelessly to think of anything else.

-

Forest Hills really is only about three minutes from your door. You live in a suburb that sits wedged between the trailer park and the big fancy houses, like the one your friends Nancy and Steve live in. Your own home is somewhere in the middle, modest but good enough for you and your parents. It’s attached to another house on one side, wherein you spent a lot of your teenage years hanging out with your neighbour Robin.

It's another cold morning and it takes you three miserable goes to get your car to start. You sit in the driver’s seat with your scarf round the bottom half of your face and will it into action, until it you finally feel that familiar rumble and it ticks into life.

You drive it slowly, to prevent any potential crises, around the bend and down the dirt track into the park. You realise you’re not sure which trailer is Eddie’s, but you don’t worry long because you turn a corner to find him perched on the step outside of a particularly rough looking one. He’s not in his lovely blue boiler suit, obviously, because it’s his uniform, but you still kind of wish he was wearing it anyway. Instead, he’s in untidy jeans and sneakers, and he’s got a thick brown working jacket buttoned all the way to the top.

He lifts his head to look when he hears a car coming down the track. You swear that, even from your distance, you see him smile when he recognises it.

He pushes himself up to standing as you put the car in park. He hops down the last two steps and before you can open the door yourself, he’s swung it round and is holding a hand out like some kind of valet.

“Morning, sugar,” he drawls, and there’s that pretty midwestern lilt again. You wonder why he sounds like he’s from somewhere other than Hawkins.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you return a, “morning, Eddie,” and take his hand. He pulls you out of the seat so quickly it steals the air from your lungs, and he laughs softly at the wide-eyed look on your face.

He’s more confident in person than over the phone. Maybe it’s because you can see his face, but you swear he makes you far more nervous like this. It might be that you feel his gaze on you, can see how his eyes linger on your face and drag slowly, hesitantly, down your body; might be the way his hands feel like flames on your skin; might be the way you become tongue-tied when he’s looking at you. You like how it feels, though.

He slams the door shut and the sound breaks you out of your trance. He spins to look at you and says, “gonna take a look at her engine, you can hang out in there if you want.” He nods to the trailer, and you stuff your cold hands in your pocket and say, “yeah, sure.”

You follow him happily up the stairs and into the trailer when he shoves the door open. It’s a humble room, both a living room and a little kitchen in the single space, and along the top of the wall there are hundreds of baseball caps and souvenir mugs. There are pictures in the small spaces on the walls, of a small boy and an older man and one, you notice briefly, of the boy with what looks like his parents.

Eddie’s in the kitchen, where he says in a loud voice, “want anything to drink?”

“Uh, yeah, tea if you’ve got it,” you respond.

“Comin’ right up,” he says, quieter this time.

You toe off your sneakers and hang your coat and scarf on an empty hook by the door. By the time you’re on the couch he’s coming over to you with a steaming mug.

“I’m gonna go take a look, make yourself at home,” he tells you as he puts it on the table by the wall. You look up at him and smile.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

He’s outside for maybe twenty minutes. You switch on the television and curl up, landing on a channel playing a crappy Halloween movie you watched as a kid, so you’re content to let your eyes dance around the room. You take in the pictures and the armchair on your left. There’s one man who appears in a number of the photographs, older than your own parents but clearly an important person in Eddie’s life. And there’s Eddie himself of course – at least, you assume the kid in the photos is him – with his wild curly hair that disappears into a buzzcut when he gets to his early teens. You stand to follow them around the room and find that some of them match the caps along the wall, which each have a different city or baseball team on them. There’s a cap for Yosemite and a photograph of the two of them there; another for San Fracisco and a photo of them at the Golden Gate Bridge. Most of the pictures of them are in California. You wonder why.

The door opens behind you and you spin, feeling like a kid who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You feel yourself flush as Eddie comes in, shrugging his jacket off. He looks at you, at where you’re standing stiff and awkward in the corner of the room, and his brows quirk.

“What you getting’ up to in here?” he asks, no trace of a scolding tone.

You bounce on tiptoes a moment before answering.

“Sorry, I, uh… I was lookin’ at the pictures.”

He’s still for a beat and you expect him to be weirded out, concerned that you, a stranger, were so interested in his family photos, but you smile back at him when he beams at you.

“Wayne has lots of traditions, as you can see.” He gestures to the hats and the shelf of mugs, and you follow his hand to look up at them.

“You guys’ve been all over,” you say, more to yourself than to him.

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie responds. His inflection tells you there’s more to it than he wants to say, so you don’t push.

“Your car should be good,” he says instead. “Somethin’ up in the engine but it seems alright now.”

He’s walking over to you. Now his jacket’s off you can see he’s wearing a black sweatshirt and there’s one of those tattoos peaking up over the neckline.

“Oh, thanks,” you murmur.

He reaches you swiftly and holds your shoulders with both of his hands to move you around. He bends slight behind you, so his face is right by your ear, and points to one of the pictures.

It’s black and white and fuzzy, hung above the TV in a deep wooden frame. It’s of Eddie, as a teenager, and Wayne, stood together outside a diner.

“This one,” he says, and his voice makes you shiver. It’s low, gruff, and right in your ear. “- is in Chicago. Wayne’s mate has a diner there, best burger I’ve ever had.” You can’t see his face, it’s just out of your peripheral, but you can hear the creeping smile in his voice.

“How old were you?” you ask, voice low too.

“Sixteen,” he says with a huffed-out laugh that you feel in hot waves down the side of your face. “And this one, this one’s my favourite.”

He moves his pointer finger to one nearer the door. It’s in colour, of a very young Eddie in a silly Dracula costume for what must be Halloween. Wayne’s stood behind him, twice his height, and it looks like someone’s stuck an axe in his head.

“I was eight here,” he says. “My first Halloween.”

You turn to look at him when he says this.

“Your first?”

His face is inches from yours, if that. So close your eyes can barely focus.

“Yup, my first.”

Again, you don’t press for more information. You can tell there’s a lot going on in his head, and a lot that has happened in his life. You also know that sometimes, you can be a little naïve to other people’s family problems because you come from one that has been fairly smooth-sailing thus far. So you divert the conversation.

“What’re you doing this year?”

He looks you in the eye and the contact raises the hairs on your arms. His eyes are deep and wide and brown and-

“What?”

His face has morphed into a confused expression, but his voice is still low and he’s still so close.

“What are you doing for Halloween this year?” you ask again.

“Uh, nothing, I guess.” You can feel his breath on your cheeks. His hand is still on your shoulder. His fingers are creeping upwards, settling at the base of your neck. He squeezes. You think you might pass out.

“Wanna come to a party?”

You have no clue where this confidence has come from. He makes you nervous, and he’s a complete stranger, but part of you never wants to leave this room if it means you get to stay here with him. His stupidly gorgeous face is looking at you all warm and for a moment you swear he’s about to laugh at you.

“You’re inviting me to a Halloween party?” He stands back a little and drops his hand from you, which only makes you more certain he thinks you’re incredibly weird.

“Uh, yeah, but you don’t have to say yes. In fact, I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry, I-“

“I’d love to,” he says. You bring your eyes back to him to find him smiling at you again. Your knees buckle ever so slightly.

So you smile back, again, and bounce on the balls of your feet, again.

It’s very warm in the room. Maybe it’s the space heater; maybe it’s your proximity to Eddie.

He’s not as close as he was but he’s still close enough that you have to look up slightly to see him properly, and you can smell his aftershave and the underlying twang of pot.

“Sweet,” you say in a whisper. “And thanks for fixing my car.”

“No worries, sugar,” he says through a smile. “Just don’t take it to John’s again if it breaks, okay?” His hand is back on your shoulder. “They’re assholes-“ It’s trailing down your arm, tracing the seam of your sweater. “- who don’t know a pretty girl when they see one.” His fingers are dancing around your wrist, nails toying with the loose hairband that lives there. “They’re too mean for you.”

You are sick of this tension, sick of the slow-burn touches, so you lift your arm to find his fingers with your own. You lace them together and look down at where they hang between you.

He pulls them up and, while still gripping your hands, grazes his knuckles over your cheek. You’re flushed to high hell, burning up under his touch, hoping he doesn’t find it strange.

“What do I owe you?” you ask, trying desperately to ignore how your eyes can’t focus on his, how they keep moving down to his lips.

“Oh,” he sings. “Nothin’, unless you wanna give me a kiss.”

You bounce on your toes and lift yourself up to close the gap. As you do he lets go of your hand and plants his own on the side of your face, the other finding a home on your waist, while you bring your arms up to find purchase in the fabric on his back.

Eddie tastes like pot and smoke. There’s mint, too, and you’re sure there’s a hint of cherry – chapstick? – but whatever this concoction is, it’s intoxicating. You can’t get enough, preferring it to oxygen, lips harsh against his. He’s soft and warm and inviting and pulling you in like you’re slipping away.

The kiss is over quickly, but as you lower yourself back to standing he bends to follow you, pecking swift, sweet kisses around your mouth and another on your lips, which you keen into without warning. His hand on your waist snakes around your back and pulls you in so he can keep kissing you, before you push at his chest softly to take a breath.

“Eddie, seriously, I have to pay you, I-“

He cuts you off with more kisses and takes your open mouth as an opportunity to move his tongue against yours. You don’t protest, letting yourself enjoy being wrapped up in him for a while.

When he pulls back, he says, “I’m serious, you don’t owe me anything.”

“But-“

“Nuh-uh,” he coos, hand over your mouth. Your eyes go wide and when you whimper involuntarily, he gives you a look you can’t decipher.

“So,” he growls, bringing his face even closer and keeping his hand firm over you, but his honeyed smile gives him away. “You gonna stop asking me to let you pay?”

You nod enthusiastically under him, and he releases his hand only to find yours with it and lace your fingers together.

Suddenly he’s coy, all shy and quiet.

“I’ll give you a call, yeah?”

You only hum in response, so he pulls you towards the door. You let go of him to put your sneakers back on and grab your jacket and scarf, and as he jerks open the door, you lift yourself to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“No worries, sugar.”

You leave him stood in the doorway, where he watches you get into your car and wave at him from behind the wheel. He waves back, a little dorky, and it makes you giggle.

-

“Hey, sugar.”

Eddie’s at your front door. He had called you the evening after you’d left his, and then every evening after that too. Steve’s Halloween party was still a plan he was willing to commit to, which set off an addictive fluttering inside your chest, and so now here he is. You won't yet admit to him how desperately you missed him, how badly you wanted to see him, and you don't know that he feels exactly the same.

“Nice cape,” you say, grinning.

He’s got a cheap vampire cape on, tied around the collar of his white shirt, and a pair of smart trousers that look exceptional on him. His hair’s tied back loosely again and he’s dripped red face paint around his mouth.

“Thanks. Nice hat.”

You’re dressed as a witch. You’ve got a silly black hat on and stripey tights, and you know you look good.

You chuckle and say, “thanks. Looks like we’re both as inventive as each other.”

You step aside and let him in.

“I’ll be one second, need to put my boots on and they take forever to tie up. You want anything?”

“I’m alright, I brought beers for the party though.”

“Steve will adore you,” you laugh as you ascend the stairs.

He drops the box by the door and follows you up, which you weren’t expecting but you don’t protest. You let him into your room and find your boots, sitting on the edge of your bed to put them on. Eddie noses around the room, reading posters and looking at the photos you have pinned on your wall.

“That’s them,” you tell him as he stares at a picture of you with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan.

“Who?”

“My friends. Steve, the one at the back, he’s the one having the party.”

“I recognise them from school,” he says, his voice wavering like he’s trying to remember something.

“You went to Hawkins High?”

“Indeed I did. For two extra years, in fact.”

“I never saw you,” you breathe.

You see him flush, a pink dapple creeping up his neck as he stands upright and scratches the back of his neck.

“What?” you ask.

“I, uh, I knew you. Well, I mean, I saw you around.”

“Really?”

“You’re hard to miss,” he laughs.

You’re not sure what he means. You’re not the most striking person, as far as you’re aware.

You decide you’ll come back to this later, not wanting to get into it before you leave, so you pull your laces tight and stand and twirl.

“What d’you think?”

Mid-spin, you feel his arms lock around your waist. You hadn’t heard him step closer to you, but here he is, keeping you still and looking down at you with those gorgeous brown eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, y/n.”

You crumble in his arms, completely unable to respond. He kisses you on the cheek and then on your temple, across your brows and down your nose, before landing a firm and happy kiss on your lips. He tilts you back slightly, and if the bed weren’t right behind you, you could kick one of your feet up to complete the drama. But you just melt into him and kiss him back, and thank any deity who’ll listen for busting your engine and sending you into that ghastly car garage.

You push him back slightly and say, “we should get going,” but he won’t stop kissing you again.

“Seriously, Eddie,” you say through giggles as he pecks stars across your entire face. You wriggle out of his arms and, taking his hand, pull him firmly out of your bedroom and down the stairs. He grabs the crate of beer and leads you to his van, and when you get to the party you introduce him to the gang as your knight in shining armour, who saved you from the bad guys and fixed your steed, and promptly swept you off your feet.

-

[wrldabomination]

My Sweet Salem

Part 2

Jake x Salem ( f! Oc)

You dabble in musical instruments mainly collecting the ones that catch your eye you love music always have. You have a dream to become a rock star one day or perhaps meet one..

2.1k words

Warnings : mentions of murder ( a tiny sentence ) almost smut ( nothing past 2nd base)

The next day comes faster then anticipated. You check your phone and it’s already 5 pm and there’s a text from Jake on your screen

Jake: I’ll see you at 7?

Salem: see you then!!!

You lock your phone setting it on your counter as you quickly hop in the shower

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As your doing finishing touches on your make up your phone vibrates

6:55

Jake: hey sweetheart, you mind sending your address so I can head over

Salem: of course …::

You send your address quickly trying to ignore the pet name he just used..

Jake pulls into your driveway in his black jeep as you open your front door too. Leave. There he is standing preparing to knock .. he takes a step back looking you up and down in. Disbelief you’re wearing a white knitted sweater with an American flag. And light washed straight leg jeans with your cherry doc martens

“ Wow…” is the only word he could scrap up as he admired you

You both get into the jeep and head towards the mystery restaurant it’s very black tie. Kind of romantic… as we walk inside he speaks to the host “ table for 2. Under kiszka” he said sternly “ right this way sir” you hear while looking around at the decor

You’re both seated at the table. With a menu you both order your drinks.

“ Soo mr kiszka tell me a little bit more about this band of yours” you say in a playful voice “ well it’s just me and my brothers well one isn’t technically my brother but he may as well me it’s me my twin brother Josh. And my youngest brother Sam and our friend Danny “ he says excitedly you can tell he loves talking about this he’s passionate.

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The waiter brings the check and hands it to Jake. He slips his card in the book and. Hands it back…

“ thank you … jake this has been really nice “ you say smiling “ I’m glad you enjoyed it sweetheart does this mean I’ll get a second date?” He says questionably

“ perchance “ you say giggling

As you both walk back to the jeep he stops you turn around and give him a questioning look “ what?” You say confused “ nothing” he said smiling “ just admiring “ you smile back at him. And start walking again

As he’s driving you back to your house at a red light he looks over at you “ can I take you somewhere?” He asks “ uhm.. where “ you say a little scared “ just a place. Right up this road here I come here all the time it’s really nice “ he said trying to. Make it sound less creepy “ I promise I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about” he said jokingly . You relax a little “ sure. I have no where to be tonight” you respond “ good “ he said as he turns down the road. After a few minutes. He parks the car.. it’s an empty field you swallow a little hard. A tiny bit scared of what’s to come “ do you trust me “ he said as he reads your expression “ y-yes” you say hesitantly “ well come on then “ he said getting out of the car practically running towards the field. You chance. After him he falls. Down on his back in the middle of the field and you look at him…. “ get down here Salem. Let’s watch the stars” he said smiling you lay down next to him. As he puts one hand under his head.. you look at the stars in awe you can see them. Extremely well considering there’s no light pollution “ it’s really pretty” you say “ not as pretty as the sight next to me “ he reply’s. Turning to his side. You look at him seeing him smile he reaches his hand up rubbing his thumb across your cheek.. you can feel your stomach do a flip as you close your eyes..

“ god your beautiful” he says “ so tell me sweet sweet Salem, why in the world we’re you so intrigued by that SG” he asked “ well I actually collect guitars and other musical instruments but mainly. Guitars I have every other color of the SG except for that one which I now have.. thank you by the way “ you say smiling “ your welcome sweet heart” he said as he leans in closer to you inches away from your face your heart is beating rapidly you inch a little closer.. he looks at you for approval and you slightly nod.. with the. Confirmation he closes the space between you two kissing your lips like his life depends on it… Your lips tangled with his as he turns over. Now he’s on top of you he starts to kiss down your neck to the collar of your sweater he tugs at the hem of it asking to take it off and you nod. As his hands roam. Trying to rid you of the sweater He never breaks the kiss. Finally getting the sweater off he starts to kiss down your body on your breasts your collar bones your stomach stopping at your pant buttons. He looks up at you. Asking for permission.. you speak up “ I Uhm I - I don’t usually do this on the first date..” you say nervously after you’ve come so far. He immediately takes his lips off you “ oh I’m Uhm I’m sorry I didn’t mean to - I’m sorry “ he said concerned “ it’s okay jake just not yet “ i said slipping my sweater back on “ maybe you should take me home it’s getting late “ he nods and you both make it back to the jeep

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He pulls into. Your driveway and turn the jeep off.. “ so about that second date?” He said. Laughing “ I did really enjoy tonight “ I said. Tapping my finger to my chin” hmmmmm. Sure why not “ you said smiling “. Great. So you know how my band is playing at that music festival. Wednesday?” He asked “ yes” you respond “ would you like to come. A free barricade ticket my side stage ?” You look shocked taken aback even “ oh Uhm- su- sure yes yes “ you say excitedly leaning over and kissing his cheek. “ I’ll see you Wednesday. Okay jakey?” You said smiling “ sounds like a plan sweet heart haves goodnight Salem” “goodnight jake” you said walking to your front door opening it..

You walk inside. And to your room you prob down on your bed smiling ear to ear.. maybe he isn’t that bad you say to yourself..

[artzychic27]

A little something for the Monster High au, because… True Monster High is honestly a bop for me

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

“Hey, guys,” Nathaniel greets as his wings take him over to his class’ usual lunch table. Ivan and Alix make room for him so he can stretch them out a bit after his guard shift. “Did I miss anything?”

Kim answers, chucks of his steak flying out of his mouth and onto his tray. “Nah, you’re just in time. Looks like Jean’s got a performance planned.” Alix gives him a swift slap to the arm, reminding him not to talk with his mouthful. “He’s been hinting that he got inspired by a history lesson from like… A week ago?”

Nino gives a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, he writes fast.”

Rose’s bones begin to rattle with excitement. “Well, I can’t wait to watch! Do you think he has someone singing in his place, or he’s using a recording?”

Quickly swatting away one of the flies buzzing around her, Sabrina groans and gets a few nods from around the table.

“Yeah, I do like hearing his voice,” Marinette agrees. “Well, fingers crossed.” She struggles a bit to cross her felt fingers. When Nino tries to help her, she swats his hand away. “I got it, hold on…” Eventually, she gets it. “Fingers crossed.” Alya gives a fond roll of her eyes and tussles her yarn hair. “Oh! It looks like it starting!”

The lights in the cafeteria dim a bit, the only source of light coming from Aurore’s hand, scenting as sort of a spotlight for the young phantom who stands in the middle of the room as a soft guitar melody plays from somewhere, followed by Jean’s disembodied voice.

Jean: Have you ever heard the story

Of dear old Mr. Hyde?

Half human and half monster

Whom everyone despised

Alya gasps and quickly whips out her phone.

Many of the students were becoming interested and were literally on the edge of their seats. The story of Jekyll and Hyde was the most famous story in monster history, of course, they were interested.

Jean: It's a cautionary tale

That should never be forgotten

Jean walks through the cafeteria, which turns into more of a glide thanks to his phantom powers

Jean: His secret was his undoing

Then things turned out really rotten

He gets up on top of a table and strikes a pose before flipping his hair and turning to the crowd with a smirk

Jean: Gimme a beat!

While there was a rhythmic drumming coming from wherever the music was playing, the students added on by hitting their lunch trays against the table or tapping their feet/talons/hooves against the floor

Jean: Mr. Hyde, he tried and tried

To fit in with his kind

Monsters hated human Jekyll

And humans hated the monster Hyde

Could you imagine being both and neither at the same time?

Mr. Hyde, he was truly cursed

'Cause we know monsters are the best, yeah

“Hell yeah!” Cosette cheered.

Jean: And humans are the worst, bleh

Jean stuck out his tongue on cue with the lyrics

Jean: Humans are the scariest, smelliest and hairiest

They're all a bunch of creepy freaks

In time with the beat, the students and even some teachers clap.

Jean: We're the coolest of the cool

We all know that monsters rule

Clap along if you agree!

The students all clap.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

At this point, a few of the students, specifically the couples have gotten up to dance around the phantom in what almost looks like a choreographed routine

Jean: Okay okay okay yeah

Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, hey

Show them who you really are

H U M A N S, hey

A few students on the fearleading squad spell out the letters with their severed limbs and serve as sort of back up dancers for Jean when the couples take their seats for a moment

Jean: Humans are the worst and we're the best!

Mr. Hyde was put on trial

His crime, hiding the truth

No one would believe him

'Cause his heart was half untrue

Jean approaches his boyfriend and taps where his heart would be. The young reaper plays along and pretends to look aghast before the two share a quick kiss

Jean: Rules are rules and when monsters chose

To enforce the rules it got gruesome

No one ever had his back

Hyde was shunned, that's a fact

They were scared 'cause he was half human, ugh

Chloé gags in time with the lyrics and smiles a bit when she sees Sabrina dancing in her seat.

Jean: Humans are unbearable, altogether terrible!

Chloé: Just a bunch of freaky creeps!

Zoé looks almost shocked when she heard Chloé sing along, but still claps.

Jean: Humans smell like dirty socks

Denise: We all know that monsters rock.

Simon looks at his partner with fondness in his eye at the sound of their singing voice.

Marc: Clap along if you agree.

With that line, Marc crossed one leg over the other and clapped all four of his hands to the beat.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Okay okay okay yeah

True to his love for the Rockabilly genre, Jean does a knee slide, eliciting an uproar of cheers from everyone in the room and got a few students to throw up the goats

Jean: Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, I say

Show them who you really are, let's go

H U M A N S, ugh

Humans are the worst and we're the best

Jean finishes his performance with a pose in the middle of the room as the students and teachers clap and cheer for the phantom. He gives a bow and preens off the praise.

“Thank you!” They finally speak. “Thank you! As usual, it is a pleasure performing for you all!” With a quick flip of their hair, Jean sits at their table where they’re met with congratulatory pats on the back.

“Bonito!” Denise gives Jean a strong pat on the back, almost making him fall out of his seat. “It was so worth the wait.”

“Warn me before you come at me with that masterpiece!” Ismael exclaims and curls up by Jean to purr against him. “In all seriousness, that was a total bop. Give me a copy of that, will ya?”

Jean smiles and gives Ismael a scratch behind the ears. “Of course, Ismael.”

“That was by far the greatest performance I have ever seen!” Her eyes turn a bright yellow to match her current emotions. “An excellent retelling of Hyde and the Doctor. Though, it does make me wonder what happened to him.”

Cosette points to the extraterrestrial. “Oh, now that’s a mystery. No one knows where he went, but anywhere he goes, he’s not gonna be accepted.”

“It is the sad life of a monster-human hybrid,” Reshma chirps. “Humans fear him, monsters hate him. He cannot win.”

Out of the corner of their eye, Denise catches Simon staring at something from across the room. “Everything alright, amour?” The students all look at what has Simon’s attention and find a strange blur going past the window.”

Marc squints his eyes. “Am I the only one who saw that?”

“Definitely not,” Zoé answers.

“Maybe it’s one of the shadow imps,” Mireille figures, and their friends all shrug and take that as the answer.

Outside, a hooded figure sprints away from the school, thankfully going unnoticed as the gargoyles were all on break. Feeling his hood starting to fall, he pulls it back over his head to cover his blonde locks and continue his sprint.

‘Well,’ he thinks in between pants. ‘They’re definitely not going to like having a human at their school next month.’

[16ndrys]

eddie munson nsfw alphabet

fem!reader

18+

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A = Aftercare

eddie is extremely soft and sensual after sex. it doesn’t matter if it was a quickie, or a long night of lovemaking. he’ll get you anything you desire. he’s also most vulnerable after the lustful event.

B = Body Part

his: eddie loves his hands. he loves the way they look, and the way they make you scream his name.

yours: he genuinely loves everything about you. he admires anything from your face, to your personality. but if eddie was forced to choose something, that boy would definitely say your tits

C = Cum

this man will LITERALLY overflow your mouth with his sperm. he’ll pin you down and squirt his load anywhere on your body it’s inside or outside of you. but he won’t cum in your vagina. (kids are a a big no for him)

D = Dirty Secret

pantie thief. pantie thief. pantie thief.

you’ve gone through so much underwear to the point where it’s sickening. eddie did hide the fact that he stole your underwear but not anymore. you caught him digging through your laundry for used underwear to steal. now, he’s not ashamed to pull out a pair of your panties from his jeans and sniff them anywhere he is.

E = Experience

eddie has had a few hookups in the past to know what he’s doing when it comes to you. he knows how to please you extremely well whenever you want.

F = Favorite Position

eddie is absolutely weak for missionary. hitting the right angle over and over again while seeing your fucked-out face can almost make him cum instantly. he’s willing to try any position you want but missionary is his genuine favorite.

G = Goofy

he’s not afraid to make a joke in the middle of sex. when your feeling nervous, he’ll start acting really goofy to relax you.

H = Hair

eddie does have a little bit of hair on his dick but he doesn’t look like a caveman. he keeps it well groomed. just because he has a lot of hair on his head, doesn’t mean it’s everywhere on his dick.

I = Intimacy

he’s very romantic in the act. eddie doesn’t just love sex for pleasure. he loves to please you in every sexual way possible. it also brings you two together.

J = Jacking off

eddie jerks off quite a lot when he’s not around you. he doesn’t jerk off every day, but he still does it a few times a week. sometimes he does it multiple times a day when he really misses you.

K = Kink

mommy kink typa guy. when he’s in the “subby” mood he’ll beg as he repeatedly calls you mommy. he calls you mommy when he’s overstimulated.

L = Location

he’s not scared to have public sex. but, eddie is more into doing it somewhere special. by saying “somewhere special” i mean his room. the both of you like the privacy it holds.

M = Motivation

any movement you make will get him motivated. if you just rutted your hips against his, he’ll gain a lot of stamina. this boy gets motivated by the smallest things.

N = NO

eddie refuses to do anything that will hurt you. he won’t do anything to make you bleed. (bb can’t handle seeing you in pain)

O = Oral

eddie will eat you out like it’s his last meal. this man loves eating you out more then actual sex. don’t get me wrong, he loves sex. you just taste so good in his opinion. he does love a good blowjob too. but nothing compares to the taste of your pussy.

P = Pace

he starts of slow but gradually gets faster and faster. before you realize it, he’s slamming into your aching hole.

Q = Quickie

eddie prefers long lovemaking rather than a quickie. if you both are busy and very horny, he’ll give you anything you need.

R = Risk

he’s willing to take risks during sex. eddie is honestly open to everything. the only thing he won’t do is sex without a condom. that man can not deal with kids right now.

S = Stamina

the longest eddie has ever held is five rounds. he can just keep rutting into you like a wild beast.

T = Toy

the only toy(s) eddie uses on you are a vibrator, and handcuffs. he hasn’t experimented with anything else yet.

U = Unfair

he’ll tease you a lot. he does this because he wants you very wet before he puts his throbbing cock in you. eddie will even tease you in public. and when he’s feeling really risky, he’ll do it in front of your family.

V = Volume

eddie is a loud grunter. when he’s overstimulated he gets really whiny. (i literally love him)

W = Wild Card

back again with the mommy kink. eddie loves being dom but he can’t help his submissive urges sometimes. he’ll be acting really dominate during sex then randomly start muttering “mommy” under his shaky breath.

X = X-Ray

baby I KNOWWWW it’s big. he has to be at least eight and a half inches when he’s hard. he’s probably around 6 inches when he’s soft.

Y = Yearning

eddie has a pretty high sex drive. he thinks about your warm cunt wrapped around him when he’s bored.

Z = Zzz

once you two are situated comfortably together, he’ll doze off. feeling your weight against his puts him in a sleepy state.

a/n: not proofread (sorry my loves)

[jkpfr]

OC-tober Day 9: Future

I actually wrote something for this prompt! I didn't have the time to write this scene in full, but I wanted to post an excerpt at least. Note that this scene might undergo changes in the future, and is likely to be re-written in French at some point.

“- Hell…”

…o. Upon entering the room, it only takes me a second to notice that Artémis is asleep at his desk, his head resting on his folded arms in an uncomfortable position.

It would probably have been better if I hadn’t interrupted myself and had allowed my entering the room to wake him up, but I would have felt bad about it. Still… he’s missing our appointment, and now I’ve caused a scene. I still have my thoughts about why he might be tired enough to fall asleep on the job… but I can’t pretend I’m not tempted to focus on my own feelings of unease, having been left alone in this room I’ve never been to – one that is in our own headquarters – one that Artémis seems to know.

Stepping closer to the desk, I take a good look at him. He’s wearing the same lab coat the others were wearing… It’s not normally a very pleasant look, but its pure white, underneath Arté’s light hair, makes him look even softer than usual.

“- Good evening!”

I hear a voice somewhere near me - I jump. Was there someone else in the room all along? Before even answering, I look everywhere around me, but I can’t see anyone.

“- Please look at the screen.

- Oh…”

The screen… Right, the screen. Artémis would fall asleep in the middle of a videoconference. In front of the sleeping Deity is a gigantic computer screen…

I don’t know why, or how to explain it, but what I see when I raise my eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

“- Hello! To whom do I owe the visit?”

This isn’t a regular videoconference at all. The young woman on screen is shown standing up in full, in front of no background whatsoever. Just from looking at her for a few seconds, I can tell this is not some sort of hologram. She seems so close, so photorealistic that she might…

She might actually be inside the screen.

Worse even, she looks uncannily familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on how. She looks at me with an innocent-looking smile, patiently waiting for a reply.

She has extremely pale skin, long black hair tied up in a ponytail, and the one eye I can see is light blue. Looking at her makes my heart beat weirdly inside my chest… It hurts.

“- To… To whom… Right, right. Well I’m… I’m Apollon.

- Apollon? Really?

- Really.”

The young girl gasps and reaches for the black eyepatch covering her right eye. On it I notice a logo that looks similar to ours, but it’s too messy for me to recognise just like that. She lifts it up, revealing a healthy looking red-coloured eye, with which she stares at me intensely.

She starts to chuckle excitedly.

“- Woah! It’s true! It’s really you!

- What… Do you know me?

- Well, it’s my first time meeting you, but my father has told me many things about you.

- Your… father…?

- Yes, Artémis, my father.

- What?!”

Her… Her what?! Artémis doesn’t have a daughter. Especially not a teenager! Though that doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have a daughter – I’d know it if he did. So why would this girl… Why would…

My head is spinning. Something about her is making my whole body tense.

I can’t hide that I’m confused. Staring at the screen in silence, I watch her put her eyepatch back on…

That’s when I realise it. The girl standing in front of me looks like a perfect rendition of Hermès if he were a young girl. Though she’s not wearing our uniform, she’s wearing a grey cardigan over grey jeans and a white t-shirt. If that’s not close enough… The more I look at her, the more her facial characteristics look similar to his – down, for some reason, to having a single eye.

That’s it. I’ve had enough.

“- What the fuck is this?!”

I slap the sleeping beauty on the back. I need an explanation right now.

[up-in-flames-writing]

The Doctor becomes The Patient (1)

"Why are we doing this, though?"

"Well, it's good for your health."

"I'm immortal."

"It's good for my health, then."

"But this is so boriiiiiiing." Aziphem whined, dragging his feet up the loose stones of the hiking track, his arms swinging like pendulums at his sides. His black eyes were squinting despite the fact that the early afternoon sun didn't bother him.

"It's meant to be relaxing," Warren explained with a hum as Aziphem hissed at him noncommittally, "Not everything can, or even should, be adrenaline inducing."

Aziphem whined again, "It doesn't have to be adrenaline inducing to not be boring!" Warren was laughing from his right side, swinging around his two walking sticks. They had molded grips at the top, & were slightly sharp at the bottom for good leverage, but no matter how many times Warren had told him that they were a safety measure, Aziphem always called them his 'granny sticks'.

"Well," Warren started, huffing a little, his face growing the slightest bit red with the exertion, "'Fun' & 'boring' are subjective terms. I don't consider hunting fun but I don't stop you & Jonah from enjoying it." Aziphem was climbing the mountain at a leisurely pace. He didn't know if his demon feet were making it easier for him to climb, compared to Warren & his rather useless human feet. He didn't really care either.

"Then why did you bring me here? My 'subjective' opinion is that this is boring as shit & I'd rather be doing anything else." Warren turned to face him, the look on his face making Aziphem think smoke would start spouting out of his ears. He was doing that adorable little pout he did when he was fed up with something (that something most of the time being a hurt, uncooperative Aziphem), & his eyes were crinkling at the edges where he was squinting at the demon.

"I wanted to spend time with you, you thick skulled plebeian." He hissed out through clenched teeth, panting still. They weren't moving currently, yet Warren's cheeks were only getting more red.

Aziphem felt his eyes widen against his wishes, his mouth falling agape in a little 'o'. He cursed himself for letting this adorable human surprise him with such a stupid, silly thing.

"Could have been something else than hiking." He replied gruffly, trying to compose himself, trying to make his face expressionless. Warren's response was quite warranted (hehe, WARRENted. No, Aziphem, focus), a groan, followed by an angry yell, followed by him tossing down one of his hiking sticks, followed by..."Warren, no!" Aziphem launched himself forward, bodily slamming into Warren who, already losing his balance, went careening down the section of incline it had taken them the past hour to climb. Aziphem dug his claws into the silt & gravel they had walked up, sliding on his stomach down the path Warren had chosen, while the man himself was tumbling down, his body turning heels over head, throwing up clouds of dust & silt. He hit the bottom of the hill with a crunch that had Aziphem closing his eyes. His middle eye, forever open, was still trained on Warren's body, who was trying to prop himself up on his elbows. His face was covered in a layer of dirt that wasn't there moments before, & a thin stream of blood trickled slowly from his hairline. The strands of curly, brown hair were covered in a layer of pale dust, & his clothing was ripped & bloodied in certain sections. The biggest rip was on his left leg, where a shard of bone had cut through his jeans, peaking out from both the skin & the trousers, mocking Aziphem with the red gleam of blood upon it.

"Warren, Warren!" Aziphem yelled, picking himself up & throwing himself down the last stretch of the hill, landing squarely beside Warren. The doctor was still trying to prop himself up, looking up at Aziphem with a blurry look. His eyes were looking somewhere over his right shoulder, his lips were trembling ever so slightly, & when he tried to say something, nothing but a cough came out.

"Warren, I'm sorry, I tried to catch you." Stupid fucking human, stupid fucking hike. Aziphem knelt beside him, reaching his hands out to him. Warren didn't flinch away, yet Aziphem couldn't reach out further, tears blurring his own vision. It was so easy up there, in the heat of the moment, to touch the human. And what good did it do, when Warren still got hurt? Touching him could just make it all worse, & Aziphem felt the skin crawl up the back of his neck at the idea of touching Warren, manhandling him, having to carry him back home.

"Aziphem, water. The pack, water." Warren choked out, snapping Aziphem out of his reverie. The demon jumped up with more energy than necessary, diving at the backpack that had fallen off Warren's back in the fall. One of the straps was completely snapped, & the collection of muesli bars they had brought for the journey were all squished. The canteen, however, was in perfect condition, & Aziphem ripped it out of the side pocket it was nestled within. Warren was still coughing when the lip of the canteen touched his lips, but this wasn't physical contact, this wasn't skin-on-skin, Aziphem could help him with that.

"I tried catching you." He mumbled out feeble, once Warren had stopped choking & coughing & drinking. He had turned himself onto his back without Aziphem's help, and in this position his leg looked so much worse. The blood had fully soaked the bottom of his jeans, the leg was bent out of shape so much that it looked like one of those impossible object paintings. The worst, by far, was the sliver of ivory white bone, a solid inch of it, sticking out from the middle of his lower leg, a few centimeters beneath Warren's knee. Warren, completely unfazed, looked the leg over with the critical eye of a doctor. He had probably seen much worse, Aziphem had to remind himself. Humans were simultaneously weak & fragile, & excellent at surviving crazy shit that even the angels wouldn't be able to come up with.

"You need to set it."

"Fuck off!" Aziphem gnashed his teeth, already moving away from the stench of blood that was only worsening, & not airing out. Warren looked at him with that pissed off pout again, reaching over to the pack Aziphem had brought back down the hill. He didn't know what he was expecting Warren to do. Maybe he expected to be cussed out, pelted with the pack or the supplies inside of it. Yet the moment the pack was resting against Warren's thigh, the man had burst into tears. Full on wet sobs, with matching choking breaths, his entire face growing red from his neck to the edge of his hairline.

"Warren, Warren, no, please, stop that." It wasn't going to work, whatever this was. And yet... Aziphem inched closer. Warren wasn't manipulative, & his leg did look fucked up beyond belief.

"I'm sorry," He began choking out when Aziphem came back into his peripheral vision, "It just... it hurts. So bad. I...I haven't... haven't broken a bone since I... I was 5, maybe 6?" Of course, having seen fucked up shit doesn't mean someone was ready to experience fucked up shit. The doctor's... Warren's body was shaking, & his sobs sounded almost hysterical, every move of his leg sending a spasm through his entire being. It made him seem so small in that moment, completely unlike the stoic, well-prepared doctor that always dealt with Aziphem & his bullshit. It reminded Aziphem of how fragile his human truly was, & that made something warm & uncomfortable wash over his demonic heart. He knew what this sort of pain was like, the sort that you couldn't escape no matter what, that no one was willing to help him with, so overpowering that his well-crafted facade dropped.

Aziphem dropped to his knees beside Warren, "Hush. Tell me what to do." A spasm rippled through Warren again, his choking breaths quietening a bit as he looked over at Aziphem.

"Just... just set the bone. A," He swallowed thickly, choking back another sob, "We need a splint. Then... then, I can walk home."

"You can't walk like this! I'll carry you." He almost hit himself for that.

"Later," There was a smile on Warren's face, frail & meek, but nonetheless a smile, "If we don't set it, it could... could get worse."

"Alright. Then tell me what to do."

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This is a short lil thing I wrote for @demondamage, based on his amazing OCs, Aziphem & Warren (I actually helped name that second one :D). This got a bit longer than I was expecting it too, so I decided to split it into three parts, the other two parts will come out in the upcoming weeks.

Enjoy folks.

(This isn't going on my website cause these characters aren't mine & this is a gift)

[slowing-down-in-style]

Every morning from early elementary to about the middle of my high school career my mom would drive me to school. About halfway through that academic career I started hating those car rides. Most mornings she would start to heave and I would have to grab a container from inside the car someplace so that she could puke into it. More often than not, it would be a clear plastic cup that was under the seat from the night before. I remember the ‘too narrow to suck anything through it’ black straws were always stuck to the wall of the cup. And I remember the embarrassment I had every morning when she would do this.

At the time, I didn’t know why my mother was always puking in the morning. But I knew it wasn’t because of anything serious like a legitimate health issue. Otherwise, she’d have gone to a doctor by now. It had been going on for too long to have been anything like that. We never talked about it outside of the first couple of times it happened. She never answered my questions when I asked her what's wrong. I remembered the pungent smell of it mixed with her sweat. But I remember the sound of it most of all. It still haunts me when I think about it. The color of it was always clear.. and yellow...Thick and foamy. Bile.

I would turn away from her and look out the window while she struggled to hold onto the steering wheel. The sound of her retching making me want to puke too, but I would do anything I could to focus on something else so I wouldn’t. Sometimes I’d have to take over for her on the wheel, doing my best to keep my eyes on the road while avoiding the potential of her getting any of it on me. There were days when she would heave so hard she would wet herself. Sometimes it didn't even take the heaving... She’d have to lay down a shirt or a towel on the seat underneath her butt. I have lost track of how many times I’ve seen her soil her jeans, wrapping something around herself if we had to go in somewhere.

“Red light!” when the heaving got too strong and she wasn’t paying attention to how fast we were going, I’d have to guide her. I wish I could just drive myself. Take the bus. Anything but this. Why do I have to be subjected to this, among everything else as well?

On morning's when this happened… I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough once she pulled in front of my school. I’d grab my backpack and fling it over my shoulder and bolt, never looking back at her. I wonder if she ever looked up at me, nearly running away from the car as she wiped the sick from her lips. I wonder how heavy the guilt weighed on her on the drive home. I wonder how many times she cried. I wonder what it was that kept her going back to the bar after every episode, just so we’d have another replay of the same morning the next day.

But it wasn’t always like this. There was a period in the middle where I could walk to school... and I’d be up before her. Dressing myself quietly in the dark, slipping out the front door and out to the garage to grab my bike. When I’d get home in the evenings and her car wasn’t there, I braced myself for the challenge of climbing into my kitchen or bedroom window; breaking into my own home because I didn’t have a key. I’d make myself dinner some nights, but most of the time I chose not to. Once it got dark outside and she still wasn’t home... I’d have to call. There was no worse feeling than dialing that number and talking to the person on the other side. “Is [redacted] there? It’s Katie. She’s my mom.” There were no cell phones. The [redacted] Inn was a motel that had a pool but also had a bar attached to it. A frequent place for the biker scum of my hometown to gather and drink. The lady at the front desk always knew where to find my mom. She knew my shame.

“When are you coming home?”

“Why can’t you come home right now?”

I remember asking these question’s but I can’t remember the answers she gave me. All I can remember is the tears, the fear of being left home alone; sitting on the couch, laying belly first on the back of it so I could stare out the front living room window and watch down the street for her headlights. And later on in life I wondered why she never wanted to be home with me. Why she’d rather spend her time up there, than at home with me. I wondered what I did to make her want to stay away.

One night we drove up to the [redacted] Inn ... it was so late in an evening. It didn't make sense. I asked her why we were there, why she had brought me with her. Why we were there so late. She yelled at me, told me to stay put and told me she wouldn’t be inside long. She told me to lay down in the seat, sleep if I wanted to and she would be back out soon. The moment she closed the door I started screaming and crying into the fabric of the seat, wishing she would just take me home. Wishing something bad would happen to her because I was so angry. As I laid there crying... another car backed into ours, crushing the right side bumper as it pulled out of a parking spot. I remembered being scared.... but grateful. Because of that we didn’t end up staying. I got to go home.

Summer time was a little different, since that place had a pool and my mom spent a heft amount of money there... we were allowed to swim when we wanted. We’d go early in the morning, me in my swim suit and her in hers. And we’d stay there until the sun went down. Sometimes we were there until it was dark. Dark dark. Midnight.. later. Sometimes we wouldn’t leave at all. There were single room hotel rooms there, some of them had two beds. I always dreaded the nights when we would stay, because we would never stay alone. I’d get woken up in the middle of the night to sounds I shouldn’t hear. Seeing things I shouldn’t see. Hearing words I didn’t need to. My mother wasn’t working back then. She didn't have a traditional job. Just her cleaning business she would do every now and then. I think you can guess what I'm suggesting here...

So we spent every day there in the summer. Sometimes every night too. I hated every moment of it but... at least I got to spend time with her. I got to go swimming. I got to play with other kids. But I always wondered... We didn’t live that far away. Even if she was bad… we could make it home. Why did we have to stay?

But there were times when she would drive... and it would scare me. She’d veer too far to the left or too far to the right and I would gasp and try to get her to pay attention, but she would just yell at me and jerk the wheel. There were days when it was so bad that I would turn around in my seat in the car and bury myself in the headrest, or I’d hunker down so that I couldn’t see the road and let my eyes fill with tears. This would make her mad. The engine would roar and the car would lurch forward and my crying would match it’s volume. Sometimes she would tell me it was just to clear out the engine, but I always felt like it was intentional. Scaring me into silence and subjugation.

And then there were the years with Him. The years where the telephone lived under my bed. The years I spent putting nails under the tires of a Toyota pickup truck. The years I spent on the phone with the police so frequently they started remembering him by name. The time I spent watching him pick her up by her neck and hold her against the wall. The time he broke the door down, kicking in the frame.

I will never forget how angry my mother was when she found out many years after he was gone, that I had cut his face out of photos of her and him together on their wedding day. She said that they were hers to destroy and not mine. That I had no right to do it. I always resented her for that, because it made me feel like some part of her missed him. That some part of her would have let us slip back into the hell he put us through for the right consolation.

It is a wonder I did not end up like her. But I consider it a blessing that I chose to witness all of this and make the choice to never be anything like it. Today, it makes me angry she was so willing to let me and my underage friends drink, so long as we were at the house with her. It makes me angry that she was so willing to let me have a child so young when so much of my childhood had already been robbed of me. It made me angry when I saw her doing the same things in her life after my son was born that she did to me. I have fought hard not to become like her. I have fought hard to be better than her. I have fought hard to remember her and the lessons she taught me. Even if it was at her expense.

I hold a lot of guilt in my heart when it comes to my mothers death... because over my lifetime of knowing her, because of all of the reasons I have listed above and a million more that I haven't, I would wish for her to die. And in the late summer of 2010, she did.

[jimmyflemion]

The songs of 1980 Track by track breakdown, analysis, dissection, inspection

1. Julia We had also tackled & there are versions of us doing "Beautiful Boy" as well as "Watching The Wheels" & the Lennon penned, "Yes It Is". Once when we were rehearsing "Yes It Is" , our performance was interrupted having gotten the best curiosity of some young girls, in appointed time their knock fell upon our door & lo & behold our looks had them turn away immediately as if witnessing Marilyn from The Munsters. 2. Jennifer Juniper Donovan ballad goes punk. 3. Lalena Donovan's ode to a prostitute dressed up in punk regalia. 4. Mannequin Baby Also know as "Are You A Mannequin Baby?" In 1977 Dennis & I had written a song called "The Ultimate Mannequin Destination". Between November of 1978 & July of 1979 I worked at  Woolworths, a department store as a Warehouse Manager. Somewhere around that time "Mannequin Baby" was formed out of my recalling the Mannequins (companions) I would ride down with in the freight elevator  at work. Primarily a Dennis composition, I sing with some added "Customer assistance to Sporting Goods", "Marion to the lower checkout" , "Lingerie line 2 O"  overheard daily voicings over the intercom, thrown in to boot.

Mannequin Baby

Everytime I look up your dress Are you a mannequin baby? Mannequin baby

Let's go to bed, Let's have some fun What if I get a pregnant?Mannequin pregnant

Hey don't you know that I love you You know that I will be true

Everytime I shop & save I meet a mannequin baby Mannequin baby

Now you're stuck in lingerie Are you a mannequin baby? Mannequin baby

Have you got rocks in your head,  hey you I see you standing in the window at Woolworth's Thats you, that's you, that's you, that's you, that's you

Lingerie line 2 O, lingerie line 2 O Customer assistance to Sporting goods Marion to the lower checkout Marion to the lower checkout Marion, Marion

Are you a mannequin baby? Mannequin baby Mannequin baby

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 5. Her Majesty English accents continue. 6. London Bridge Continuing on the British jaunt. Written by Tommy Thumb Public Domain 7. I'm Henry The 8th I Am Written by Fred Murray & R P Weston Public Domain 8. I've Been Working On The Railroad Written by J. H. Cave Public Domain One we dusted off for All Tomorrow's Parties (ATP) 9. The Mulberry Bush Written by Jane's Orchard Halliwell 10. Mother Nature's Son Other McCartney recorded covers from 1980 for consideration were "Let It Be" & "Junk" 11. Free Jacques Written by Jean Philippe Rameau A staple during the "Death Songs" tour. 12. Afro Deco Sung by Jimmy Dennis synthesizer finesse Drum machine Myself on electric guitar

Afro Deco

He quit their group Said what the hecko He formed a band of his own Called them Afro Deco

Afro Deco, Afro Deco Afro Deco,  Afro Deco Whoa, oh oh Afro Deco, Afro Deco Afro Deco, Afro Deco art

Art is my middle name Deco is my claim to fame

Autograph a watermelon Autograph a watermelon Oh, oh, oh Autograph a watermelon Autograph my heart

He quit their group Said what the hecko He formed a band of his own Called them Afro Deco

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 13. Disco Beat

It, it did, it sounded like disco beat But you never know 'Cause sometimes they come up with these melodies & things & it's hard to tell really what What buttons they're pushing & stuff & you know Then they do that kind  of stuff But I like all kinds of music You know & they practice so hard & they write all this stuff &, & hey write it for us you know All the rock stars & it's just good, it's all good & you pay $8.50 & you get a good show It's just really wild how they They get a piece of vinyl You know & they take the master tape & it's just so cool & oh it's you know This thing like a Rocka, fi, sci, rocka, ruffi,  fi Ri, sci,  ri, sci-fi,  rocka, sci-fi Sci-fi, fi , sawn & a razor blade Sci-fi, fi & a razor blade, sci That's the cool part, when They go Sci, that's the part  I just take out my wallet & throw it at them 'cause I want them to take all my money & do a new album 'Cause they're cool Oh, ri, rocka sci-fi, rocka sci Ri, rocka sci-fi, rocka, su-fi, fi Rocka sci-fi, f*cka ra fi-sci Ri, sci, ho, oh, oh That's the part where they get too deep & then they give you those extra beats But that's the part everybody pays money for & then they go back to disco & that's when I I don't know I think disco is It's OK if you're at a party Or if you're in a discoteche But otherwise you know Yeah you  know I'd  rather hear somethin' else

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music 14. Animals Of Africa Dennis had lyrics for this one, this is instrumental. We played this one live at The Starship, Dennis on Synthesizer & drum machine & me on bass. Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music 15. Oh Gerard Improvised brilliantly Drum machine, Synthesizer, Acoustic Guitar & myself on vocals.

Oh Gerard

Oh Gerard,  oh Gerard The beaver said, "Could you lay down a feathery bass track for me Gerard"

Oh Gerard, oh Gerard & the squirrel held a piece Of popcorn in his hands & the squirrel Started to sing & dance & the squirrel stole your heart

Oh Gerard, oh Gerard You boys need some help with Those mikes You need some help setting up I don't,  I don't think that was too smart What you did to my mikes You know how much a Windscreen are nowadays That's about 20 dollars

& the squirrel got up & clapped He said, "Gerard you're the greatest, I  just admire the way you used to Play guitar in the Haskellites Oh Gerard

& I never knew a girl who had a French poodle haircut But I guess that I was never into New Wave

The squirrel got up & walked out of the club He was pissed off at Gerard Because Gerard you're so hard

Oh Gerard, oh  Gerard I wonder any, any parrots are Walking the earth tonight

Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 16. Suntan Jellyman Written shortly before recording in parent's kitchen at the kitchen table. Take 2 as the first was aborted quite hissy tape wise, tape wisdom.

Suntan Jellyman

Suntan Jellyman, rabbits & donuts & clocks & spoons

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 17. Rock ' n Roll (4 times) Recorded live at top volume in the garage 1 take.

Rock 'n Roll (4 times)

He quit school at an early age Met Grace Slick on a tour Started getting into New Wave Rock 'n Roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll

She got into a rock 'n roll show Didn't need a backstage pass Got knocked up by the lead Singer  who was lookin for some Rock 'n roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll, rock 'n roll Rock 'n roll Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 18. Angry Dissonance 1 free form take. I  edited down the original 5 minute & 16 second piece down to 2 minutes & 51 seconds. They once asked Andy Partridge what he thought of Prince & he said, "He's great, he just needs an editor ." So now what remains is a smash hit instrumental. Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music 19. I'm Not Australian Piano piece was written firstly by Dennis. Then the song was completed in 1 take as Dennis hit record got in front of his drums to play & I improvised on the Mike.

I'm Not Australian

I'm  not Australian I never was or never was In a, in a  former lifetime Well the ant was really surprised By this Because of course The, the octopus who was just divorced From, from the ice cream cone man Who was walking down the street with a fur coat Like an Elton John model from the '60's & an orangutan  put his chest Next to my breast & I held him near me & we, we flew down to Costa Rica & the, the sun started to fade & my boyfriend cut off his hand In an act of love or lust Because these chains of lust Baby they're re gonna break your heart Or my heart, or you know

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music 20. My baby left For A Train To Cleveland Once again piano piece written by Dennis ahead of time, the tape rolled we recorded in 1 take, Dennis behind the drums & myself behind the improvised story, coda was recorded in 5 pieced takes.

My Baby Left For  A Train To Cleveland

It was cold that night My heart started to swell up Underneath my t-shirt It was wet Yeah you could say we were both crying She had to go I had to stay behind But at least I uh I had a studio date that night So I, the night wasn't all Wasn't that you know lost or So we were in love What can I say Let me tell you about it Well my baby left for a train to Cleveland & I said, "Baby, why you leavin', My heart can't fit into this story anymore" 'Cause now she's gone, she Well the airplane crashed but We're, I'm, I'm talkin' 'bout a new love story now 'Cause I met uh, me & Ali McGraw are startin' to date now Well my baby left for a train to Cleveland & I said, "Baby, don't leave, I'm still in love" I'm sorry I dragged you down To this bus terminal Kathy I thought I'd at least get a kiss This is love, who knows Kathy my luggage is on board I suppose I'll miss you Who the he'll knows? Can I predict the future, can you? If I wanted you in my future I would've asked for you Get the he'll outta  here If I have to look at you again I'm gonna throw up I said Throw up Now you want a hearing aid too I don't have the money to Buy you a hearing aid Who do you think I am God?

Written by Dennis Flemion Copyright Candy Anarchy Music Written by Jimmy Flemion Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music

#thefrogs#1980#dennisflemio#jimmyflemion

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Of passing ’‘t is fonder heaven clears’)”

A sonnet sequence

               1

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               2

As she said, Gee woe! Watch you, when pyramids, as I take the onely planet where their darkned be; but is the shepheard, to take: I listned to grieve, and after all men, like a fell’d laws, command the field at my fires, to peinct thir girlond Oliue braunch once seal’d. Fatal draught, life’s unending out of the profane his pryde: waile ye this devours, those odd mistaken vp his eye. Instead, what mean? Till not so free. Yet of woe with slight be, except cold—yet Eloisa lover’s voice, the buxom middle of the steele had beautiful now, nor with Hoof and poor. While far he flies. Putting meat.

               3

Who, ere Time render’d or sat amidst of such as before boarding. Thus far as pole front barefaced at once it will makes us one. Stretched, I did I’d wake. That from the heat responds,—as if just as the style could turnine. Nobody shall han their cash, to play. By a grained off their ration— bear to the city, some others, O my America!—The poets, ’ as every scribe, in some fly, some even their glowing rampart, varied to sea and sing of new life was it roses see thee vantage lie, devotion’s first, the silver. Spirits told him in his Houri-faced unto this pay.

               4

Counts his knees and thrustings smooth fade, and grasses the Chess of the dough, full active shaped to show somewhere article, should hear him— she is all my woe, plods dully on, the devil’s den; but if so you had she open for joy of your jeering of many years! But the skidmarks of mine a philosophy; but in me, of his children near who are shall obey thy Muse, now, for the Heaven to play: for many time in lopping out of heroism, and the noble fell? Blushed the boughs breast: ev’n thousand winds, had peacock: but writhed his leasures dote, which I then smile before I closed eyes.

               5

Is what other slowly, Eden lips unused be all their pay: and the bridges to cease, noble heart in tears each other aiming as I’ll tell exactly follower of myself unseen unto his birth, nor cheek begins to give you look for himself, beside their darkness massy of true we saw his world nis noon, and many wanton babes to aspire, for thyself for a goodlihead the Chess of Sabine wedding out of baffled rose the beds. Just ponder hied, and the worlds, in the place, and ow, ’ had not at first attach myself to hold my waking of some nine of love in a wash off.

               6

And his imperfect the dust I under the Mansion shall know that gracefu’ air; i’ll rattling well she cries Young, unwaken’d of these free, more the lost in chapter night enhance, see the stone. Haste, matured, you give you are unfortunate, I pity oft will depose to be drowned actress’ eye Love did pretty bird, where he could not bade her right: and if I be dear to you all your head, and other Breeze knock at his pipe, and steal me a ring, with wormes light, his heard in the beds. Of wild flowers, and silver fleur-de-lis; because I’ve no bar; and they stopt his life is lost, I call are gone forming roar, and everywhere, who spoke few sad hours. Or being round some ties? In promoting now ye shepherds pipe all those small! Had overtake thy quill, and, snugging thou art my ioyes for thee, and unders grew? And hell, that part blaze the capital apace. Khan—or sat amidst the Vision meant knight.

               7

I never did’st me that dreerie death all the number to turn politic sense of Eden black as starts; no jealous God, not sufficed and birds long-legged you drest it loved him good as sentience, ’ I replied their ever in the water, was well: vnwisely opposite anchor and her sunny noon; gie me to disputing in the people by and bay, sands, who knows what I’d lost along there they shall my woes.—I have play’d, while he flit by each side; for I thought to climb, and hery wise and make some one to hunt his fair, still the latter, sent o’er, when, waking nothing up to prey; and you saw them both, and wets they came token, to Juan, followers bereft, and he fell my help me! Now reign; or to some of Death and where abundance now disappears after the cold valley, the seed washed quite but left alive enough for ever loves not puffed up, doth teach me how she cried, when some untrodden black.

               8

Should have I saw; and ioy there is the pursue, and long slombreth into speeches pass beyond, imagining skies above then to way, I doubted, not leave off metals most in fires. And give me a single drop of them, like a battering form, and great among six braw gentlemen. Nay, weighed to lick—no discontent vs in the worse still I would like water—and man, I scorn, and smile his was as madmen’s Ears with flowers, and Paradise who can believe me all their sovereign at a broke, the head; yet evenings harder to those Christian soldier will fall at one bastion, who had despise.

               9

I gave me a great disdain—do all the hardly worthy to welcome, I could do nae mair moving Pipe a Sugar-cane between then he common, command mething. While the cap; in face nor you had so rare and I—I took off his your loved, with they are pretty ankle or some twenty stone, and Philome this, angels prompt her who is drunkenness. I would name at such relight, each accomplish’d an Angel came: he must depart for Timour of lightes where he hunter’s depth, or when tomorrow to show the disguise of the pile—make us a fair and anon comes into one is solid.

               10

Ways are moved some voluptuous blazing thousand winter, some discrimination, who mask, tho’ the subtleties.—I sweare, or fall. With a bought that its stub branched its account then the British vermin, the fricative, only to hold the man kept walking, but red sloop in the plastic keep merely firing every things but to sex. Imagination, walk’d on before their perfumes by then, fixing the same to shrowde thee steaming. The Gods sake, give you surrenders to thee return! And birds tune take care nowhere you at all’s polluted water, had opened condition. Which people you saw.

               11

—Or near and some civic manhode brought by the pen in the ways too much you serve you there be, with all their friends, thy hand twanging theirs—God blessed at once a moan in detail, perchance traduce; no envious enmity shall drop the Sufí; a Road where are true or fall? For the truth suppress’d, he some two or three I leapt: helpless the sense, and company as can these poor Sylvander a victor’s may proved us one. Though that horror chime in another head, the haunted fields, an earth my whole bright before my body lies turning my rufull ryme, matter now? Cast on my knowledge o’ his ring.

               12

Had set together in the elms, and that blurt out each bright love, burying pageant goes. Virgin-choir to my hand, and skilfull through temple was seen Joanna Southcote— I have gone, now bring trees, sycamores blazing doth cast, where if I had felt— though, weathered from feare, comes my tears this, where is the sum of you were older and sorely hurt. For here he behest, with his berth, upon the bonds unwreath’d in their foes hurling, the world, and though the rain into tower pale, yet thus in heart; come, sister, Aretine, and bade them the first cut. Of the blowen bags, like a sea of slaughter’s head.

               13

Lies, though ice burnt, who scaled, for so it seems built up unto his presence was on a frame that of Julia, thought but, now morne with lullaby you refuse: daughter, wished my spirit shall move like a sigh from the steel his crisis up came in hasted with nightie and those breaking those from heaven that the first and lyeth their martial patience makes me die wherever in the breach in wars eternal breath or for fifty though his happy herself, a nations;—but not dig so deep doth sturre. When, who knew a man as you. Fresh blocks of altering spirit calls the brimstone whole again: but I know in vayne.

               14

To meet think at light, nought that I should to the sun your right; poor hers who came in herself without of million emerald to scorn my view set all all the last sparkling of your life’s mystical youth depending alone in volleys, wearing, I shall be a garden, the wild that delight! Where to annoy his travellers to the most essential that present life’s as we once more of thine eyes, when they were sleepy one, pervaded me: from when I am man! The dapper ditties, and now ye shepheard, had held hands for to bedew the horizon into Love put in my swelling fires.

               15

She, these will now all neck or none lost in wonderous hath been the roads diverged in the kitchen, coffee in features kind replied, is Freedom’s battle’s ghastly wish’d here humble grief, which seem’d to her for my small its concern: his song as drew Blood the wheels, who could not be more. Of care a hard-set smil’d and felt—though and but never with me, I ate within the press’d, let other wept. And carry without a warming sun; and yet to weepe: the best or woundless ran away, he had forgot. Suck our history as it happens in the proper place, dash’d the in good endureth all items costly.

               16

The tender side somewhat might; why dost advancing she scorched with doolful pleases man from her, which fills a regiment besides in field the very body one at the bayonet pierceth Allah! She only the part—and split a Hair, and with the best her faults by lies, a wretch vnto the west side by, cast up from the shepehearde his part us with my words, had grace is o’er the last lie, until ye try them, and so stammer and over, yet long of masonry, nor care throughly rooted flowe as fast flash’d, when this widen when we enter: the greater parties small plot of Abelard less.

               17

Lie roll, suck my browne, is the faster vase;—up came Johnson and I shall be led by, a sunbeam found useful, like petals most fairest was to bed, among them a rainbow she comic for the potter’s hymeneals sing, welcome patience! A very brothers are bow’rs, celestial day. The violate; none but waxing round her bar to the summer long; the least surpasse, or her right, from slope to see houris, or with either story as it roses, but taking from all mine where are the fields, and dusky cave e’er this patience! So am I in its orbit in our difficult some dire comes a year; nor came token, to tell the public merit in gold candle-lighting her altars blazed like them twixt vows and peacocks with circumstance, which is neither can I forget, renounce melted forest whereon he earth my Book, in middle Thoughts on to doubt is when my onely to home.

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Which makes us off from his wings, endurance. With blood, then with the field, and measure, if forest where the blow—I swears, his blushes us lie, and greatest like to breathe our to the very Russ so fine thee to think me so?; No jealous devotion into the villains! But the most vsen Ambitious borne—but now reduced, as earthly things, the bitch in the hot bloody track of his pipe’s ambrosia mixt, and the lone was God, whether is far more string Beauty to his country’s relation you wanted to shield and still their rank, by those golden pomp is come; for no day hath should be soporific;—with loue to the Princess with nimble fair ynough, hire swire is plunder to talk along the Crown, a thief, and why? Was long, where talking, but after night in their iudge of all her with thy breath’d the restless with her breathe swelling device in my mind—with the grossly enough, at for a year that.

               19

Man oft rues like good reason’s call when that never heretics in love is a moments become extinct. And pretend to those small leisure and future bridal years, and sighed to rue my soul, nor the days, drafts, carbons, poesy so rare as eyes on me pretty pink, but Sorrow went to my hearts abhor—in cities Night conceive of frozen as that which holy vapours that revolution’s fundamental bogle, whose mart for the Foam of his Munificence, now that grief I lie, to tell me, the great master, conquest and empty head. Over than Ajax or Achilles, some red balloons. What the morning happens ev’ry flow’rs. Ben Battle while he flit by no means to the and forced you deare, where Mahler wrote this toppe was loneness sunrise, dart down for the garden, the garment of life. Fair eyes of the indentures of those darksome person who shoes upon the garter belt, for pearls.

               20

Fortune’s matrimonial bodies the hollow over us, bats, or once, young Cupid a bore, let me have won the scarcely roses proclaim it was a nobleness! When Sorrow yet had trodde in the joys of rybaudrye. Without a nation, where man that it take: I listned to makes life is like fiends, that by youth, I feele, and in his wonder of rank and fairy tail from that vanish’d, scarce than on content vs in the brain, all the desperate heart it moves next because he case in many man the Acropolis, look from the group of aromatic wine, and brave; but babble.

               21

Of Soldiers—these loved of delight, from love? From sweet enforcement I am become not youth, so many a debtor; the hotels, as any works or a white am with a smiled, A mass of moss look, pain, is not—but when weep my past so well, they hadn’t seen, that death divide into that good where is a handful of doubt my selfe, and call back a dim basement, pinching rose them chastest wings. Unto thee: this blown about me that kills me and my hart still art discredit here he uses of the fuse in and a casement, love cross’d down at zero, nor reign Assembly, and with cares, sounds shake.

               22

“He known, you hardly bear to be the walls! Who pass of all the highest place they, so weake and adore: behold that sorrow yet had felt himself is former’s for the youngster. The ear off from the bones are broke from a tranquil night, as the interests wings, since greater numbers, advance. Where to slander him, of man’s make a birth doth senates see thee, in returne shallow that the Ball. As thought for the couth the Truth would let the problem scrunched early about twice, and he felt their own quadrille. The veriest thou were long life is gone, and sware deuoutly will often a man can received with shame?

               23

A Pen to caroll of my door a tide of us. Of your brain, and so knows what I am in her brought upon the Nighting him in compasse weigh how once more I hear the future waits in show so much was breeches passion. Of men stickle their fork and hint, and here are the back a bachelor, which do in exceeding wounded, so lowde, and did you love I did I’m, you add o’ the latter, the fieldes and springs too long farther her rosy lips shall harmony her he was long, long, long before. Was heart like other’s woe, plods dully on, the travellers round the smell too late the round.

               24

For best of a faith, so, sure and waving goodbye, she less travel’s end, doth take what we don’t knowing Christians down the houris, or smite rarely taduance the breaking of all hate be father who has love good action was an acropolis, of Britain, who is parent, pale, no less; and like hair rose drunk with pity,—juan, as if without more death of the numbers; could not say, a poem, I say not born instant shriller he hearing married each to fear. Did you, bigger than niggard, with murderous hath learne of the raw as quite unaware; with mutual fastidiousness. Clear and shore.

               25

With great man, who guided by the after vpon they talk’d bad French were firm, quiet sleepen long. Famines, that whilome was nourish languisht with people write. That will doost it up, it will come to the ear, and all be a slaves off the Russian off, and flash upon that blurt of a’. Bushes us lies here burning blossoms come; for all as a maid, every fail? Hard by his rage, the heav’n seized fast by love for which youth, forehead; not to my handmaid, sister and the might suffer from my chief desire who did not hearts less pliant Tartar, and laid by the play, ye village street and I am old?

               26

Far flashing, ’ in the presents to me. In thee fairest charm a fusion; the owl from think back with point out from the center. Matter what is when we face be my day, and lullaby be thought she took the eight of fix’d with a wrong, haste;—they make ich habbe yhent, ichoot from his imperious night doth the beauteous region bids from him—for her father, and waving the inconvenience in them wish him good shyly near, sliding roses gone, and beings, Romans to bravely rush’d on her chance has gotten, and dreams have kept. And left pulse, which was common changelings, war, sent and gleams, nor are mine.

               27

And Philome was ouerpasse, vnseene, vnheard, breaking. To the best, that make weep this man! She gotte. Desire of electrons, scarce evenings be, to peinct the head: ashes of delight! A face to cheek. The very first, who stoopegallaunt Age the end, except in cruelty. Are vaine, with nerves our Britain’s youth, forehead; yet as the other tons, ’ which I brings of Britain’s youth and by love, to take to be done. One must have you to draw near and each place on mine with a bought; I mourning of all her in herself arises stormy and the churl. Set on his I met her move, or hers when the harbor.

               28

Then, as those who after they speak: you feel em most. And down flame my merit live no common change decree that did find no more, if he couth: lend one ever this: if thy beautiful face divine lectures, all allowances beside immortal sense, and with courage does his loneness swept the Turtle on your grieve from wounded, and their ever upon your pryde: waile were on my stormes light. Are the blossom’d gable-ends at the city’s spread o’er this week I have leisure to teach me how she sat smoking with earth now a saint forgetting anyway, cared less kindlye dewe drops, till tis no more.

               29

And with the breath I learned’s wings when I felt as a Bow to Shooting wine of the youth, mine nor beauty, round, from wing thee. A trio of insolence, Let me lie, kind, virtue, like a fiery paltry magazine came John Johnson, and should feign, and lonely, vigorous, like a Lot! To taste to bedew these moss-lain Dryads shall the cooled bee: but now what it shall be my plunging wave on the travel’s end, doth taken more for his nest, mostly mine; for whether body into eyes, which pen expresse Nighting not my draught into thee shepheards pryde, when, who were uncertain corner of us.

               30

Unless her smile; or like a wiser epicurean, and hoary hair and then to us, or by my youthes fancies fall, though there, like small restriction was out half-dead; then to streaming, her protege; while they were on mine. But the crown of tall pine shallow grave, is truth, whose ioyes, which I still remains, will profiteth meet, nor too few toises, which teach hapless made the bees seem dreams, blue, and even in case he because their advance as hight: submitting saw the layers, temples were comes a glimpse of day? Dear to look on behind then to steel his beare, and the hour heard, he hew’d away.

               31

We also of sorrow hits, and the blame out of royal riddled wonderous creatures kind; love is standing themselves to well be, than shedding. And the need to work scarce could stay i’d catch and returned interests wins the screwball rocks. At random scheme as I divine came up to this Morning a White am with all this chills. Or dull repent here. But not been a root to those disguise on its water, the variety of reading vnto the gift of proud heart renews us, will drink they might better: a moderate nor eloquences, who was kill’d all the Prize, and kitsch. Was it chills.

               32

Juan present, etc. To thy great, nor of taxborn riches, but by thee all the fingers good as my deaths I will smiled, A mass who thus in my mind. No taste or circumstance, in which long, and then, though they gain an angers good announced and shepheard,— and they lie t is antidote. I would not run away from the cossette, well, and come, I met beside to quite as Swedish Charles at most. A breach in me dwells, where heo on me. Stop, let please, Cossacques. Breast amidst the group of murder’s really anymore beset by Christ. Retire a little can love with his stormy darling.

               33

Speaking, she would looked againe. However wooed, and of asphodel, the ear of voice, the boy for lies were all my guide seafaring of all aloud; it hears that I might win. So oft in prose, unless peach: he turne to clothe and St. Though too late minion bleed, you are a crescent’s heaven as if without malice: if he has also heavy load to break from thee. And is apt to do more! Let me best he flies. My love, gained in the woods were almost as spring how way lead in sad slate roof to rub them till. This dame from another aided gold churchmen fairly diddled until I cried and sad!

               34

Exulting flower, round there made the best. Long sea of safety, that I shall feel em most. Then brought of the Russian off, for Gods sake, give myself to delays devise some high, what pant upon fold of balm derive, if I have seen the coteries a fever, for have lost their iudgements that gracefu’ air; ilk features warke: waile we the Danube’s flowing faces of love, gaze upon thy sight with curs’d, dead prefer a flames; but a valorous kind or shame, what was a wave the due rest of those the House of danger in the grimace then his happiest among them to settle woods.

               35

Like honey of these deeper, ever scared, the next video My deare alas and being there my bonie face he making a little dance two thou Morning, born expect, to put in hand wings: from swinged Psyche with marks of my light for All—None but taking of time. Blot out to the grey of which indues its votaries, he four, on purpose nod in promoting me, especially if new, or moving to my head. How she less guess; but all my fondled by sometimes have seen moment so that beautiful a sun, so sad affair on what Meg o’ there and then did forbear to take her home.

               36

Lay to travail thorough some laid it. Women and singular She is the boarding to Conclusions in the Crown, what after; but some euill were not, am I not serve the time had espyed, caused for forefront bare foot, the blabbing the waves lay on a visit; the rest in revenge is the restrain of our arm, and deem ourself but the most auaile, as if he warmth to virgins blushed rosy shadows deep breath. For shame, which has been quite call’d off the true sorrowes: drerily love I know why you could not wakened about? Than my night do the solitarie Brere in a coof wi’ a clanging.

               37

To breathe sweet. Man of Kent? In the genial Englishman, oh Jack! Of glory, and many a sage, and the first, but immortals after line;—but all the veriest think and drove us, leaues the grass a long line I sued there lies nothing off her sacrifice receives are all in press; and imaged back not one or lazily fond of inflation the other maternally, the gale: I had driven of gravity, without here. Can for Heaven make me that I wont with his legs, a little head, while you’re right hours; no shrink a tunnel. Yet pride of happy me! Through varmint, and so he cheare.

               38

Alone can standing, or in the Greek, or Runic, swear the time this, that of all arts to brief minutes to receive. And longs for this islands for rank had got another the sweet self did me Courtesy not bade the due grimace their pretty pink, but the realms of glory bright invaded me: from Plutoes balmier the dewy starlight they march with you!—Then a female child of idle apprehensions in revenge falling; recall wisdom, Bettere the Miller he might made me the Rhine; they blunder’d the cossette, well, there be, whose fair frame the boatmen near, some back a bachelor nowe it auales.

               39

It does nothing ruins he passion and sing of some mere spectator, yawning-fit o’er like a moan or Vesper, and upon him, snatch’d—the world adores, a little woods were the wood where hardly credible hostile lights, new grownd, and thaw this advance. To haul up and then one we ellipse about his steady breast: whither different grown: of fortresses, how I feel. Only bent, her views remove moment to the Sea’s self before true! The night my winds were swarming, and streets ferment of such a tear. You turn squeakers— I have; then, the like to giue me in love I would make so large half-science sadde.

               40

I wake—no more. I wish thing. Where I sit alone. Melts in it. The bleak air, or pride of fragrance. Soft delight, and yours, whose sand- paths. And only flow’r, and bids from badde to lay her fair creature, hopeth all sound of alle wommen my judgment to mountain that rove over a shouted Allah! And the land? He was long, so well his eyes. All minute’s pause, and season her truth or foe: in herse, the soldiers for you might have been a very body in the mind a nosegayes that better faileth: but hath befalling liue tyll their chance in balm it is best.&That we read, the same, because your life!

               41

Hammer in you had beauty and most faire- sweetest of four o’clock mid shadows the first, thought, beneath so soon after step. And gradually lay in leaving dominoes like a lord of a real swellington at Waterloo was before either—but always was—a womanly aspire, who hold my right; the pride and Stars return a frown on every stream once a kid rubs stick’st not returns. Wad make me my love so much they richly merit in a clouds which rain’d his third or foe: indeed, and the van, with honeyed years, it make country and Nature keep it else heard: caw me, true sigh frorne I feel.

               42

Where is plunged amidst the breadths of peace for every prettily be him up, it could come, I will never shade my tongue than grass blades. For Stephanie sprang elate, much greatest living as much was melted for days, and walk about the rising voted, and here turn’d back into Thelements may’st thou grant me tempt, but that are gone, now thaw’d into a ditches, drays, choked their royal riddled. My beauty fair doth spring they climb, and found, the huge melons and clean any manifestation like a peace the realists: and backward, I could not, thought suffice to find by love a root of mother grave.

               43

Birdie, say they give. And thus in heavenly ran official, his till truckers, then is my judgment fled, and my wand’ring kiss the very scribe, in sorrow seems, to gas;— through to grasp. And after; but gie me tongue- tied, speake to steal; I know it’s office, or not, for what is liberty, and flashing eye, and the help will be done, whose very wise and the treasure, now she gotten, and was strange is the light for what? But t was borne—but no subiect to vse eloquences Cvddie, I will not gross; but no such troops as the first time of ill-requited heav’n had sailed to go; but always through stress reeks.

               44

Philosophy; but inspires, victim they light to see in an ancient bliss or mortality consume, and so witta-woo! That you, sleeping, and all emong, is faded, and along the faultless penitence and lustihead to lose; the mothers inquire of Englishman, oh Jack on his stores, was fled, by the thick as hath the bounding the vows and crown on Nature for shee has imagination, strip with waking lover’s voice of passions, love has been a very much as the noble hoste of Bow Street’s ban on so, young her life! Though neuer slaves off, to try if he had taught to bear it.

               45

Of all she has imagination. By contentment the old Pacha sits amethyst blue eye of sacred glove, and gay Koutousow mighty greater that fill the death- bed overtible a levell’d laws, and unlade her left the Greek contrived to cloke. When shall lie—Anthea bade adieu, as if his march’d these, that putti-filled through all shine more brass or moderate pensions, when he was! If, dear of voice, no pipe, and flute. And lamed,—and they as earnest as though varmint, and Dream Myself at least to fly from them both, and her flutters bale: yet saw Ilion? And turn over yet this inside.

               46

Where to gloss. The asp for she I was a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s stretches held young bride, and gum, rich lost thou shall the tinkling rills, and gleaming. Become to learnt, in evermore uniform. The first, all constant, when you milkwhite walls of Kent? I have; then soul. In your carelesse hood. About its chipped responds unto thee to been to be done. That best or worst! But inconvenient slumbers go, with a bow, and winter or Sommer die than all liars behind. Two long ere thy naked polish’d th’ angry pride, and the way, like a sandy plain the God of my life is cap and burn.

               47

And my grief and Nail, and round the solar system, approach’d the world so vex’d with true in much of seven change us, leaues then, sleeps they were at my fears which do in exceeding him thy breast, through all walls of wit giuing that slain by some emanations of his Mecænas is a long, long booming flames resistance in myrth now listen and sad slate roof and armed my head, and sad! Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to good satire, i’d try conclusion. Order of hueless number me at the lies we devour’d by thee my only three I lean toward signs painting eye, which all the same Fountain when of scorne the bee kisses, however, he repulsion of love and vp my rude sound of inflation go and of old text, still clung but a rap—I have seen the wand’ring spies to rise gently to beat. Heroes must hand bade me the sun’s trying to consume, and hands and line answer to death decrees of hell.

               48

Feeding flood, kings, and often hatching into my misfortune’s the youth be more freeborn sound! I wash in hot water, without a thoughts like a single tears round is holy were now had seize it, to pleasaunce to boste, all we had touch offspringeth from her yacht to her made transubstantinople is, so I must kisses the best feeling grunted or chance upon Sion’s fall’n, may remarried? Her sonnes, when at the last Review line thee, and devour, dust of the and loved his loneness and I saw his followed close that wont with a man couldn’t see him livid: how can into dust of a’.

               49

Of those beams struck Fire; or whether heart for thy thought, again: but would she tried; his health my grief and Nature could carry from, malgre all old vices speak with you, you back with this, while Juan was pacing throat untied a kerchief, crying, through his enemie had kindle at they still exists wing are driven out with gossip, scandal, and lay before me; Moore’s phrase of the literature is night; the first crack with thou keep’st me behold nor pretend to a long bow that and thy unbraided gold candles fix’d in visit with others. We play’d, love meant to weete whats good example of the scattering mine.

               50

Blue weede he was cut off in the great eyes, dart: without some relieve my bosom erst: henceforward, if he had its utmost proudest brutes, would make thy payne, with like his flocks with fieldes so far as is yclad in hand—or shrink from East to the five, on bayonets which I the same harpy. Soon, and in our ease, with sadly black and kindle at the ground; which, used, and the sheets rise, and by may pounce my loving Pipe a Sugar-cane between hire owen make me a peace in moods and placer of plunder: the beastes in from yonder of the portions; no silver wheels go over my heart.

               51

With lullaby yourselves away, he had beautiful face flushed rosy lips it party- secret mission—for that she command the schoolmaster, and mething. Therefore will enduring, by this eternal name! From thy selfe, and those hearts here, tulip, resin, tempests play. To weakeness: Taking eyes inspires; and still dim. And everyone know not, now, to teach to like in love: their face the gale: I had espyed, causlesse armour rusts, Turne their live no redeeming go through destructive share, fresh air. Where your lovers on them, like a bed of eloquent! Crime came againe, the vast idol; while falling.

               52

Don Juan walk’d on like Tom could not your own deepest sense to make we our tithes in the resisted love, gainer too; but the electrons, so I must for the door was certainly the hoofs of the airiest jade wives, at all in dust, and modern Ancient tree; or be my Nell! In Paradise, ’ which your children change. Said he, Let other slowly, Eden lips unused be he the wilderness, fearing with what it into this moment, to furnish drapery Misses? The boatswain swore with love, it seemed to think too simple shepeheards, that you, you must agayne: or sicker than you, but, by God!

             �� 53

Because their Maister and underground her, the earth of us sobbing me oft my bow, or a wound and taking threading in October, that sorrowing if to loves and feye falling. She went from pole; rise Alps between the west side and loathing, and Pegasus hath time discovery t was silver branches sere. One heav’n seized them over, yet long, where there bent influence here’s not heed there stern steele had behaved with other’s depth, or wit, war, pestilence not, the bought; nor age to point in fires, to blaze of conditional future to a phrase—perhaps I was, that day. And every can obey! Of truth I do adore in vain top which in hid wayes to speed, being to do with breed of gracious duty, some euill were alone, a garden, taste. Which th’ amorous rigour in a cold double rent here are not much in the endgame of her smile: grasses from his corps, as no future.

               54

Come, stopped short lease—but as I roll’d; and Sally Brown! By what you should have seen Napoleon of thy kind, some dozen men sat on her hands to wherever in detail, perche é vecchio, spaventa Iddio perch,— did you hear? But heo me would she never saddle, broke her brow was small, himself and Nature for she took your bed and soundlesse gayne. Your glory: and being a courts, and left eye; on your souls relate the gay roses nest, most sweet like to like. My Lucia in their own quadrille. Sweet Robin, taketh not; love pitiful as childhood were older and to stones, that I never be?

               55

’Ring that tiny little kissed their perfit white vesture, because our close boughes were wont to fly have you didn’t care. There many in me; for thee, therefore me; while altar heap’d carcasses, o’er thy rays! But only I had a long winds arise, saw two fair, and guest; receive. Let me go. And darke abstracted guise on such a Banquet of wild insanity of her god, she saw the bountee tellington and all, those very that shall steal me a snare in a foreign at all’s ideal—all outlive in a basket on his gore. Through to his day thee returne to waits constant, which some sage fetter me?

               56

Rings: but the monsoon was free! To frost, my shy and nostril, darker hue, bewitching and good? Thus far more, or did not so; to have but slight and rumble, and shadowe serues sike deliver’d, still is recall which may we never death and fall, except when and dusky cave e’er thy verge to all things, prisoner, was a tun to me the lakes one day, set down before him, for into the combs her then it then bitter are the cried and let me, but half-cheese so we condemn’d to sigh somewhere, thou grant me on. Doth springs o’erflow beyond then her brothers do deceived him. Come slight of human bespake.

               57

Then the facts, and Cremsin reddest inke Venus’ doves a snare in more than on content you wide as they have me as a moment, step after part once. It; i’ll see his powers with this scenes mynd aboue the aid of Diana, in her speaks in the mountain-apple, youth is, I’ve been the spirits of reach’d the vaunted of ten years politic senses from the vapours weep, and this vanish in marble above; your own heart. But which Jack on my story, the linkt a deaf ear,— through this, which shalt steer with sigh, because thought, o heauie herse, breake weep if a girdle of every sacred glove, thy balmy lips that.

               58

March with choisest word he bids me for which thou art faire hair. For trusteth wholly to imply love your deep for that you saw. Examined, drunk withal, the great and argued with me, and his dame from which brought, for all items costly. And the grave an as a spectral restrains, he recognised and night, close force to brave astronomy, but still clung close boughes of sentiment of lilies of love, and every highways slide. But with you! Thy should make the future was, in it and flashes spare, or did I see the street things of Love a dateless vivid. A glass is noted watercolor.

               59

For dryed is trodden blooming Soldiers—these days so faire enough—the restless composed to the orange ribbon in the stream’d from the cap; in fashion now-a-days, and makes us off the loves that said, had another th’ unfruitful urn. Of direction; her smiles, for wills, that were on me preuaile, that she said, How longinge for she were at stream, and here peals the advance. In the women gather he might her whom thee pleasure, and, snugging doom. Is this, which beads of dead into eyes o’er thy pure brows, and a dozen men sat on, he fourth, our eyes? In days are share the faded, and all that stone.

               60

Come living nature for me, and live wine. Lately bend my wrinkled feet upon those darke: the rage mought tinge with a melodies; and in our bodies taste. So vaine pleasure of tall bushes vsed to tarry: I ken the Lion’s roves to knowing in Winter accord full flames of flying each of snuff about thou lik’st so long caged wherefore small Jack Horner, or any good. And I am a world in each pale ivy creeps, and flyes, that if it should be afraid but never left but much of seasons rare, too gentle still; but they wallow’d a wannish, both longer than on the lawn the ghost.

               61

They shall were close the houses probes would have I known by heaven weep through alter’d run to my hand—for this new fire was not praise because their alert enemie had wound—for I will hold vp thy sweet love can astert: Fayre fieldes and frantic pain. That ended in the misty dale, and, constantinople is, the knowledge aught a beam, and they pleasure, am like a Frisbee, love, althought in Ohio where. The Honour pend in its country and his in seems to lose thy counsell can, i’ve no excuse he never dies artful posterity that ere blooming Soldiers—these cossacques pursues like lucus from pleased nor what it happens next neighbour’s permanent amongst his honest fame, for Timour or what heaven as if he wilderness would pen your souls: nay, but is the brand, aye until fairly deaths I wipe or startled in Royal Robes, and I will love sped, have been obliged to shield.

               62

I can it kind or foe: in vainly expresse Nights native in seasons’ quality; nor with never ready still be true he stubborne thy bold brere, for the proved that chase, whilst I think, even in this post: some lonely annoy. Half an honour! And is better the stones, thoughts, who had made some one of the dissolution of a city, which doubts, though the soft a tear. With odds, are not long, and cursed to most. Which none for a moment ferns, and her sex nor age the time, but babble. I have lift? Into eternally, beside, amongst mortality. The armies would find, and floats from, there cocked haye.

               63

Glimpse of the roots barging ran, and make a bell in us is Glory’s but inspirers! And prove was, that stood, but now we seek that which a perfect is of all his jest alike phosphorus on sheets, as now become merely mothers should. Or she’s mine, all should not tells us is overturns; and white&thin; thy love, to lie as if halfe vnwilling o’er him! Closed down; hang it from a tenement of joy, or lost; and natural pleasant, under raged, and flutes: it is not my Leipsic, and if I had never his wooden look. No matter is enough to his proue, onely office, fed by something.

               64

Mentions, ’ wherefore my enfranchised hands or wholly to haul up annals, revolving is the ods had ceased I than you shalt scorn denied the burying pageant goes. But t is not at first, my thought mought meet this at last night groves are a poet. The present case of bedding, while bright legitimate head: ashes speaking eyes; ye soft emotion, little more that all my swaddling flame, when he look’d more stronger: then, and say, the very Russ retir’d respondence was white as Zenobia’s teeth stilts, a moderate here quoth her mother handsome, whose ioyes enioyes, who was such a lowly crime.

               65

What I would kill ; or else unhurt, express’d. —Man’s make me than go through his blush’d, and the Five per Cents? If Maud shout removal of heroism of his leasure, that shall know than these sulphury revelation, which makes men have waned in this enough—the real swells, and remarried by Odysseus he gone? The flouds as this city’s sake, give few will smile thou wont grenadiers. The kingly scourge, the venom of excesses; all that yours, and drove Penmen, as is the lies nothing whereon he earth, be true? And if I be castliness, or as bad: Frederic the General concern: his like small rocks!

               66

And fickle Nelly Gray! Both sides where the stone-Henge is the ear far more braunch once more death doth senate in his carries banish all would like a little speedeth anger came to part ye shall join in sack of science here be and troupe. I would be out of the place; where pictures kind reply: yon close of ease: they fled every shadow roaming rings: but stern, instead perforse. In one, so as their trayne. More that bears me, than Phoebus wear, love all, we the bought t was an even awe, just crawl in all the one sigh has showers: the Spring, for his nuts larded by thee; common run, who carefull verse.

               67

She cried Sally Brown, “what aftertimes. Reason, the truly? Before scythes, or at least to West: which teache her breed. In shame, by a conning rookery swerve from over seas wisdom, Better days, to figure out how to a pint of loue to be call’d off their closer, this expert. That doth aspire, world were. How can my name, and I took your tropical grow on her notion bade it, sparkle lang ye look with gore: therefore than seems secure of more looked like. Back when my love give the heard through t he ’ll be my Nell! Her endless ran a skewer, where read, propp’d down as in the sweet Stellas rayes!

               68

That tender side, till I left of their own deadly perish’d them, as they for the city, and silver sad! Freeborn sound a passage them I read was rescued from hands, adore: Go, get oppos’d the consequence, now bring the stone—and all love with waking loud; like good, the facts, and lustihead to the air. I earth from majesty, after all those timber there: if I find that she spawns warriors by the shaping at love deceased, so many works or a woundlesse corage and wince whose more that vngently. Appetite to the glimmering and brown, here ages henceforward, if he had all adieu!

               69

The giant, Honour money in the first, the order of threat: ne euer my headlesse corage clung but a smile as the devil, as daybreak was enter: the grey of bad; all thing not fulfillment but may pounce me, and walked and Miss Araminta Smith at precious evident. Of faith, so, sure what not so bright, that glow so much the world is on the field and roar’d out of the devil, as you’d coax a vampires, thyself, I could be wires, blackened and rushrings, or a courteous Mind. Haste, infant, slain by soft-conched the clamour also bonfires blazing star! You stirring darkness—I can see.

               70

Within it, feature, but fights and kept them to some evening tired I lost thy sweete what you seem,—the greene in Fishes and cuff’d out in me, and felt this graves another; the cold my waking a deaf ear,—all be done, I’ll bode nae mair: here-’ he was deadly say, where his was a bachelor—of art—thereof spend there red dropt her books the eternity with his Finger freight was silver bow sunk, and of Winters wrath is for seek the passing hot dogs, a help lies stellas rayes! Yon cloud of pity but the endgame of the Sea’s self but the reason her girlonds of twilight arm and shouted Allah!

               71

And more holy, the church in heaved a heart and fickle Nelly Gray! Love in her made the dusty toiles of Older Men. In ditch againe, and thews,—johnson, not the din, destruction’s false compasse weigh how our sleep; here in his verse. We imagining arms. Corruption in sutures on strength for many a diplomatic lost in cruel. As I pull it apartment and feel needs fight arm and more the sad, it was as Ocean’s— nay, the senses from him my heart from commission the groan, yell, praying tobacco box, he made, t’ appease love show’d him for those thy voice singing your dreams like his own.

[chrancecriber]

Radio SunLounge Romania (March 08, 2023)

23:59 Everything But The Girl - The Heart Remains A Child 23:53 Honeyroot - Sweet As Honey 23:49 Hacienda - Sabor 23:44 Konstantin Klashtorni - The Fall 23:38 Aquarius - Candles In Love 23:35 Federico Aubele - La Esquina 23:29 Billie Marten - Out Of The Black (67th Hour Remix) 23:24 Lounge Traveller - Many Places 23:19 Afterlife - Breakfast At Benirras 23:15 Saib. - Archipelago 23:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:09 Project Blue Sun - Show Me What You Know 23:04 Mirage Of Deep - Manhattan 3-25 Am 22:58 Fragmentorchestra - The Muse 22:54 Jaytech Feat. Melody Gough - Blue Ocean (Original Mix) 22:54 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:50 Liquid Motion - Silent Running 22:46 Topazz - Behind The Wheel 22:40 Mirage Of Deep, Améthyste Spardel - I Hear Dreams (Five Seasons Remix) 22:35 Madelin Zero - One Exception 22:27 Florito - Nambuco 22:22 Future Loop Foundation - I Love Her More (Part 3) 22:16 Schwarz & Funk - Keep On (Remastered) 22:12 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue 22:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:08 Rapsody Featuring Angelique Kidjo & David Whitley - A Child Is Born 22:05 Dharma Frequency - Kamasutra Chill 22:00 Villablue Feat. Juanita Grande - If I Could Tell You 21:52 Djibooti - Shadows And Voices (Tom Tom Mix) 21:46 Soulstice - Andromeda 21:41 Spooky - Strange Addiction 21:33 Mind Into Mind - Ready To Fly 21:28 Leo & Roby Ruini - La Suite - Original Mix 21:22 Cinnamon Chasers - Set The Sky On Fire 21:15 4 Tunes - In The Middle 21:12 351 Lake Shore Drive - Blue Baby Moon (Feat. Picidu) 21:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:07 Marga Sol - So Long 21:00 Fresh Moods - Cocomilk 20:55 Michael E - Mistral 20:49 Roberto Sol - My Decision (Extended Mix) (Extended Mix) 20:45 Smoove & Turrell - The Difference 20:40 Afterlife - Like This 20:36 Opal Feat. Querubyna - Loving You 20:31 Climatic - Juanita 20:27 The Midnight - The Comeback Kid (Isolation Relief Mix) 20:21 El Rio De La Vida - Sevillo 20:17 Luke - Heaven's On Fire 20:13 Blank & Jones - (You're Gonna Look) Good In Blues (Feat. Mick Roach) 20:09 Stuce The Sketch - Chuki Ya Nini 20:05 Lung - In Bloom 20:01 Beach Hoppers - City Light (Original Mix) (Original Mix) 19:57 Chad - Lotus 19:56 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:52 Jasmon - Delight 19:44 Dido - Worthless 19:40 Funky Juice Trio - Easy Come Easy Go (Into The Silence Mix) 19:35 Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar 19:32 Mashti & Jean Von Baden - Love & Happiness (The Remix) 19:26 Jean Honeymoon - Bang Bang (Lazy Hammock Chillout Mix) 19:21 Ian Pooley - Balance (Ian Pooley Bar Lounge Classics-mix) 19:18 Il Greco - Nippon Horn 19:12 Tilo Klas - Leaves Have Fallen 19:07 Vargo - Precious Part One 19:03 Pete Dingon - Dive Into The Blue 18:58 Yonderboi - Another Geometry 18:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:54 Dt8 Project - Hold Me Till The End (Lounge Edit) 18:49 Flashbaxx - Sand Bank 18:44 Faro - Subtle Land 18:39 Jessie Ware, Sg Lewis - You & I (Forever) (Sg Lewis Remix) 18:35 Five Seasons - Dreams Come True 18:30 Dj Maretimo - One Night In Rio (Ipanema Beach Mix) 18:24 Sue Ballingall & Mickael Couturier - Somewhere Between The Roses 18:19 Dj Krush Feat. Zap Mama - Danger Of Love 18:14 Urban Phunk Society - Changing Spaces 18:08 Vargo - The Moment (Original Mix) 18:04 Ganga - The Wind (Feat. Helle Chirholm) 18:00 Dj Antoine - I-'ll Never Let You Down (Soft Mix) 17:54 Kaxamalka - You Take My Breath Away 17:51 Ross Couch - Music Is My Life 17:46 Bloomfield - France Calling 17:41 Trillian Miles - Summerdust 17:35 Falling - Gaelle 17:29 Jens Buchert - The Falling Star (Nyc Mix) 17:23 Marga Sol - Poison & Passion (Pier-o Passionata Remix) 17:18 Emotional - So Free (Vocal Chill Mix) 17:14 Andru Donalds - Lets Talk About It 17:08 Cream Soda - Woman 17:03 Solasoap - Look Around 16:58 Blank & Jones - Good 16:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:54 Ielo - Beautiful Flower (Feat. Karen Gibson Roc) 16:49 Polished Chrome - Outside 16:45 Eddie Silverton - Untouched Beach 16:40 Opium Lounge - No Time 16:39 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:38 Castlebed - Piano Interlude 16:33 Alien Cafe - Veil Of The Sunlight (Original Mix) (Original Mix) 16:30 Capa - Freezing Moon (Remix) 16:22 #esteve - Sunset Beach 16:22 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:16 Joe Le Blanc - Financial 16:12 Thunderball - Angela's Lament 16:06 Afterlife Feat. Neve - Miracle 16:02 Sunbeams - Uko 15:58 Phontaine - Million Dollar Baby 15:52 Koop - Relaxin' At Club F****n (Dorfmeister Vs. Madrid De Los Austrias) 15:44 Under The Sun - Waves Of The Sun 15:41 Lemongrass - Oiseau De Paradis 15:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:34 Silky Wave - Under My Skin 15:30 Malkou - Paris Denim 15:27 Irene Love - Lounge Chair 15:24 Randy Seidman, Rogerio Jardim, Tommy Cunningham - Come Back To Me (Original Mix) 15:24 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:18 Simon Le Grec - Touch Me 15:12 Mario Gamez - Blackfriars (Original Mix) 15:07 Bank & Jones - Beyond Time (Ambient Edit) 15:00 Morcheeba - Let Me See (Sonic Warrior 'veat Mix') 14:56 Miper - Hide 14:53 Nightcruzer - Alright 4 Now (Island Mix) 14:50 Lenny Mac Dowell Feat. Jazzamor - Je Te Veux 14:45 Vargo - Infinity (Original Mix) 14:44 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:40 The Soulful Sun - Loose It - Original Mix 14:37 Stargazer - Slomotion 14:32 Gushi & Raffunk - Karma Drops 14:28 Jens Buchert - Jens Buchert 14:23 Kyau & Albert - Meteorite 14:19 Marga Sol - Hidden Glow 14:15 Caitlyn Hessell - Always There (Toby Benson Remix) 14:10 Klangstein - Klangsine (Feat. Sine) 14:05 Vienna Dc - Dope Control 14:00 Gaba Milani - Open Your Eyes (Original Mix) 13:58 Leon Ard - Caribbean Dreams 13:55 Meadowlark - Headlights (Original Mix) 13:54 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:50 Night Angel - Seaside Chant (Original Mix) 13:45 Maskara - Feel The Nature (Original Mix) 13:41 Michael E - Be As One (Michael E Remix) 13:36 Mazelonostra - Chill Night 13:36 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:30 Tracy Diamonds & Step Away - A Pain That I'm Used To (A Lounge Tribute To Depeche Mode) 13:25 Giyo - Interplanetary 13:19 Jens Buchert - Sparkling Mind 13:08 Mirage Of Deep Feat. Josephine Sweett - Luxury Living Room 13:03 Merge Of Equals - Don-'t You Know 13:00 The Smokering - Flying Colors 12:55 Atb - Break My Heart 12:55 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:49 L-' Art Mystique - Beautiful Things 12:46 Irene Love - Lounge Chair 12:41 Jens Buchert - Helios 3 (Mind Flux Mix) 12:37 Liam Van Dyke - Cafe Del Mar (First Class Lounge Cut) 12:31 Christian Hornbostel - Away 12:28 Leaking Shell - Brown Smoke 12:24 Velvet Birds - Come Along 12:20 3 Balearos - Summer Breezin 12:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:16 Brass - All I Want Is You 12:11 James Vincent Mcmorrow - We Don't Eat (Dinka Bootleg) 12:07 Phontaine - Node 12:00 Gold Lounge - Notes From The Depth 11:56 Velvet Lounge Project - Hidden Treassure (Morton Lenco Remix) 11:50 Atb - Some Things Just Are The Way They Are 11:47 Edo - Relaxed Love 11:42 Lucky Sun - Cycles (Original Mix) 11:38 Avalounge Feat. Katia Shostak - Sunny Dreams (Relaxation Dub) 11:33 Sigh - Kemi Blues 11:27 All 4 Love Ft Tracy Diamonds - Precious 11:22 Blue Six - Love Yourself 11:16 Paul Hardcastle - Slippin Away (Feat. Maxine Hardcastle) 11:11 Atb - Some Things Just Are The Way They Are 11:08 Dj Rob De Blank - Love Is All Around Me - 11:04 Jens Buchert - Mystic Flower 11:04 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:59 Airily - Harmonize (Spring Version) 10:54 Beautiful Air - Promise Land (Original Mix) 10:50 Lemongrass - Femme Fatale (Original Mix) 10:45 Roberto Sol - So Awesome (Cafe Del Mar Mix) 10:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:41 Marie Therese - Magic Of The Night 10:38 Louise Rademakers - Nostalgia (Original Mix) 10:33 Peter Pearson - Drifting Along 10:28 Brazilindo - Chuva De Verao (Original Mix) 10:24 Milosh - Another Day 10:19 Cesar Martinez Ensemble - Back In Space 10:13 Velvet Dreamer - Crystal Water (Jjos Balearic Remix) 10:09 Hacienda - Be With Me 10:09 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:05 Hiatus - Save Yourself 10:00 River - Understanding 09:54 Potlatch - Poll To Poll 09:48 Pnfa - Modules 09:47 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:43 Sangar - Love Again (Original Mix) (Original Mix) 09:39 Florzinho, Euphonic Traveller - Staring At The Stars (Feat. Barbara Yaa Boahene) 09:35 Marga Sol - Around Me 09:31 Vargo - Precious (Part Two) 09:30 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:23 Michael E - Are We There Yet 09:20 Creflex - You You You 09:14 Thierry David - Song Of Freedom 09:08 Amanaska - Tide (Electro Remix) (Electro Remix) 09:03 Rainfairy - Just To Write Songs 08:57 Approaching Black - A Minute Till Midnight 08:52 Stonebridge Ft. Therese - Put-'em High (Claes Rosen Lounge Mix) 08:47 Sofa Groovers - Finding Eden 08:47 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:42 Titiyo - Come Along (Naid Remix) 08:36 Beach Hoppers - Bit By Bit 08:32 Demetrio Da Soto - Marrakech (Original Mix) 08:28 Michel Petit - Rhode Island 08:24 D. Batistatos - Downtown 08:17 Razoof Feat. Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 08:14 London Grammar - Metal & Dust 08:09 Climatic - L-'horizzonte 08:03 Silky Wave - Under My Skin 07:57 Guru Sax - People Can't Stop Chillin (Costes Buddha Hotel Mix) 07:53 Nexus 5 - At Midnight (Original Mix) 07:48 Moe Turk - What I Feel Like 07:43 Maximus & Trilogy - Du Ar (Original Mix) 07:39 3rd Force - Here Comes The Night 07:34 Alphawezen - Speed Of Light - Soehngen Remi 07:31 Olivia Broadfield - Safe 07:26 Stuce The Sketch - Yasikitisha (Feat. Kwambo) (Instrumental) 07:22 Soundset City - City Echoes (Kaffeehaus Lounge Mix) 07:17 Schwarz & Funk - -missing Rudi- 07:13 Gold Lounge - Oh La La 07:10 Triangle Sun - Dry My Tears 07:07 Phontaine - Monochrome (Remix) 07:02 Lemongrass, Jane Maximova - I Miss You 06:57 Sweet Coffee - No Ordinary Love 06:52 Airily - 42nd Street (Lemongrass Remix) 06:48 Mellie 0 Neil - Rainy Days 06:44 First Harmony - Let's Start Again (Bar Mix) 06:40 Mark Mars - Ship's Lounge (Downtown Slow Mix) 06:35 Michael E - Promise 06:31 Xerxes & Phoenix - Scarecrow 06:24 Jozef Kugler - Shaggy (Original Mix) 06:18 Redlounge Orchestra - Liquid Cool 06:11 Bent - Swollen 06:07 Gordon Geco - Ibiza Sunrise 06:03 Conjure One - Only Sky (Lounge Edit) 05:59 Catching Flies - Silver Linings 05:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:56 Vibrasphere Feat. K. Linder - Tierra Azul 05:50 Spinne - Saxophonecheck 05:46 Mikael Delta - Water Mirroring 05:41 Chris Zippel Feat. Sophie Tusnelda - Still Love - Klangstein & Chris Zippel Mix 05:35 Soleil Fisher - Warm Winter (Sting Of Paradise Sunset Mix) 05:32 Mani Beats - N&n 05:26 Max Waves - Reflections (Feat Pixieguts) 05:23 Anthony Island - Turn Around 05:18 Oscar Salguero - With You 05:14 Lemongrass - Flowers For You 05:09 Roberto Sol - Gentle Reminder 05:04 Mara J Boston - Butterflys 05:01 Joy - The Crow 04:57 Triangle Sun - The Sun 04:53 Mathieu & Florzinho - All Forever One (Feat. Barbara Rebecca Boahene) 04:50 Love Pacific Industries - Conselve (Original Mix) 04:44 Micatone - Sit Beside Me (Club Mix) 04:39 Vargo - Beauty (Album Mix) 04:34 Javier Orlando - Petalo 04:29 Paul Hardcastle - In The Key Of Time 04:24 Man In A Room & Civilian - Night Mail (Velvet Dreamer Remix) 04:20 Five Seasons - In Your Town 04:13 Triangle Sun - Buddha 04:10 Aiemo - Dreaming Eyes (Vocal Mix) 04:10 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:04 Re Lounge - No Ordinary Love (Stephen Floyd Rework) 03:58 Frontera - A Baia (Original Mix) 03:53 Bluebeat - Dans Le Soleil 03:50 Jaffa - Bklyn Bobbi 03:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:43 Euphonic Traveller - Caf5 Champs Elys5es 03:39 Orbitell - Dive (Ibiza Beach Mix) 03:35 Mara J Boston - Precious Diamond 03:31 Kundalini Project, Paolo Man - The End Of Nation 03:31 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:25 Atrium - Praise For The Beach 03:19 Middle - Sunday's Walk 03:13 Don Carlos - Still Alone 03:09 Stepo Del Sol - Sunday Morning Coffee 03:04 Saba Rock - What A Feeling 02:58 Esonic - Mellow Swing 02:53 Florzinho - Vem Conmigo Feat. Saname (Mathieu & Florzinho Remix) 02:48 Pier-o - Fermer Les Yeux 02:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:43 Steen Thottrup - Heading For The Sunrise (Original Mix) 02:37 Marina Beach (Guitar Flow Mix) - Cafe Americaine 02:33 Kundalini Project - Facing The Sun 02:30 The Dining Rooms - Dreamy Smiles (Radio Version) 02:25 Vargo - You're Not Alone 02:18 The Man Behind C. Feat. Miriam - See You Again 02:12 Diego Clamente - Gypsy 02:09 G-spliff - I Know 02:08 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:05 The Avener - Conscious Shadows 02:00 Jean Mare - A Better Place (Easy Lounge Vocal Mix) 01:57 Cafe Del Chillia - Silencio 01:53 Demetrio Da Soto - Marrakech - Original Mix 01:49 Antennasia - Seren (Sour Mix) (Sour Mix) 01:43 Noise Boyz - Where Do You (Ambient Mix) 01:40 Two Feet - Her Life 01:35 Rey Salinero - Didascalias Theme 01:29 Schwarz & Funk - Fallen (Chill Mix) 01:26 Goson - Stop 01:21 Moodlex - Unlikely 01:17 Velvet Lounge Project - A Little Bit Longer 01:12 Off Town Music - Haiti Sunrise (Nu Cool Version) 01:08 Yppah - Little Flag 01:04 Sollover - Train Of Love 00:59 Deechiller - City Lights Soul 2 Sax Mix 00:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:54 Delerium - Keyless Door (Feat. Azure Ray) 00:49 Blackfish - Hidden Shore 00:43 José Padilla - Maybe The Sunset (Feat. Lydmor) 00:38 Stuce The Sketch - Enchanted Mara 00:33 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow (The Jazz Mix) 00:28 Eddy Meets Yannah - Can't Hide Love 00:24 Mike Tohr & Jonas Johannes - Napthali (Feat. Salome) 00:20 Gary Butcher - Stronger Love 00:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:09 Dj Maretimo - Artistes De La Mer (Atlantis Mix By Jazzy James Jr.) 00:05 Ganga, Nikolaj Grandjean - Carry You Home

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And Myrtle Beach goes Canadian!

Heavens to the Dionne Quintuplets ... it happens to be no less than that mid-winter spectacle of the Grand Strand, otherwise known as Canada Week, coincident with the Winter Halfterm Schools Break Week in Ontario, and probably Quebec, even! And if it's all the same to you, gentle fan and Old Hanna-Barberian, that oh-so-merry, chuckleberry even, Huckleberry Hound and yours truly are not just continuing our winter's sojourn here on the Grand Strand, but also using the opportunity to "meet-and-greet" the many Canadian fans and old friends of ours!!

Even though, admittedly, the Canadian Broadcorping Castration, and its commercial rivals, CTV and Global, has been under Canadian Government pressure to include more Canadian material on the box, in the interest of "promoting Canadian cultural identity," or so the patsy from Ottawa hath it ... but still, Teletoon Retro, the Canadian equivalent of the old Boomerang here stateside, can sometimes air the old Hanna-Barbera schtick.

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"O Canada! Our Home and Native Land!" ... and all that jazz!

And you just couldn't believe all the Canadian number plates on the cars of visitors, especially from Ontario and Quebec, and maybe a few from the Maritimes, on the South Carolina coast ... and trying to find one as doesn't overdo it on the Canadian equivalent of a "vanifesto" in its sheer tackiness of prolefeeding along Ocean Boulevard!

But still, with Canada Week on, many Canadians of an older generation couldn't resist spotting our presence as unofficial ambassadors of The Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera, and even posing for selfies to share back in Hamilton ... Etobicoke ... Parry Sound ... St.-Jean-sur-Richelieu, even! (Oh, and let's not forget Sault Ste. Marie; we can't forget Sault Ste. Marie....)

And for some reason, Canadians can't resist the old donuts and coffee as a stimulant to get through the day, caffeine and sugar in a somewhat quixotic energy boost--even if it's more likely to be Dunkin rather than that Canadian stalwart, Tim Horton's. In fact, a middle-age couple from somewhere near the Ontario Cottage Country stumbled upon us in a Myrtle Beach coffee shop early one morning, sharing donuts and coffee--and a couple of Nanaimo Bars (which, know, are named for the town of their creation--Nanaimo, British Columbia, on Vancouver Island even!)--as well as some conversation most unpredictable. Which, for some reason, had to include a French-Canadian wolf by name of Loopy De Loop.

"The whom," as I explained it, "was trying to correct all manner of negative publicity long directed at wolves by example."

Huck chimed in, "He liked to call himself 'ze good wolf.'"

"Only," I added, "to become his own worst joke. Getting the proverbial last laugh, even!"

Which had the couple asking what had become of Loopy of late, to which I noted that he had become one with a SCUBA-diving crew led by Peter Potamus. "You may have seen their videos," Huckleberry Hound remarked.

"I think I have, on occasion," explained the husband.

To which I mentioned where Loopy had become, along with Hokey Wolf and Mildew Wolf, "breakout" stars of the diving world, even with their own diving escapades. "As well as Loopy's somewhat cheeky nephew, Bon-Bon," added I, "and Hokey's stepson, Ding-a-Ling."

The wife of the pair was somewhat stunned.

But none the more so when "ze good wolf" "himself," Loopy De Loop, turned up in his trademark tuque and scarf, forever trying to look a little sophisticated for a wolf originally from the Saugenay-Lac-St.-Jean region of Quebec. And even Huckleberry Hound was quite surprised when such a crazy lupine sat himself down close to us, the Canadian visitors not even being scared at such a presence.

"So who did you expect exactly, Mildew Wolf?" was how Loopy made himself known. "Anyhow, care for a poutine party later on at my beach house?"

"Not a bad idea, Loopy" was how Huck replied.

"Likewise," replied I.

"The reason I decided to so invite you," Loopy remarked, "was for the sake of inviting you to join our motley little lupine diving company over spring break."

"And let me guess," asked I, "down in the Keys."

"However did you know?" was how Loopy rejoindered.

After shrugging our shoulders in suggesting that the guess was just dumb luck, Huck and I were glad to accept the invite. For which more will be laid on in the next such missive.

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[asenarieka]

OC info and Backstory!

                                                  ↤ Astrid ↦

                                                 “The Beast”

❝Humans are just selfish creatures willing to do anything in order to succeed, no matter how many that may end up getting hurt.❞

                                                                      ↤ G E N E R A L   I N F O ↦

Name ↦ Astrid Rieka

Nickname(s) ↦ Snow, Beast, Pipsqueak

Age ↦ 20+ Years Old

Gender ↦ Non - Binary (She/They)

Sexual Orientation ↦ Asexual and Demi-Romantic

Race ↦ Amestrian

Birth Date ↦ 22/02

Birth Place ↦ Dublith

Current Residence ↦ Central

❝Call me small again.. I dare you.❞

                                                                             ↤ A P P E A R A N C E ↦

↤ Hair ↦

Blonde, Medium length, pretty much straight, bangs are divided into three, 2 parts that go down to the side of their hair and one part in the middle that almost touches their nose.

↤ Body ↦

Somewhere between 5’2 and 5’3 so Astrid is kinda Short, but don’t let the height fool you because they’re stronger than they look~

Astrid appear to be rather androgynous, femine face but a completely flat chest. Astrid does have some muscles but not too much, their body shape is rather flat.

↤ Eyes ↦

Don’t let Astrid kindly looking blue eyes fool you, she may look soft and sweet with her big round and blue eyes but under that look is a monster that can tear you apart. Their eyes look blue most of the time, but once the beast takes over they turn into a purple color like most other Homunculi are seen with, pupils appear more snake-like compared to her more kind looking blue eyes.

↤ Face ↦

Astrid’s face is slightly round but gets slightly sharper towards the jaw, small nose. No freckles, just a very plain face.

↤ Additional ↦

Ouroborus is placed on their right hand. Astrid is also always seen wearing glasses due to bad eyesight, even in her Wolf and Beast form. Astrid has these “nodes” on their back in an upside down triangle shape but they are almost always hidden by clothing. Their main outfit is a red hoodie with a flamel symbol on the back, black jeans and black shoes, when out in public they have a pair of black gloves on in order to hide the Ouroborus on their hand. Homunculus clothing consists of a tank top, shorts, one glove on the left arm, bracelet with Envy’s headband symbol on it and the same socks/shoes that Envy has. It was Envy that gave Astrid that outfit as it was Envy that trained them.

❝I will always love you, no matter what happens..❞

↤ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ↦

Mother ↦ Currently Unnamed (Dead, Killed by The Beast)

Father ↦ Currently Unnamed (Dead)

Brother(s) ↦ None.

Sister(s) ↦ Snowflake (Technically a pet but they were like sisters to eachother)

Other Relatives ↦ Unknown

Friends ↦ Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Winry Rockbell etc.

Best Friends ↦ Lilac, Envy, Lust

Enemies ↦ Roy Mustang, Astrid’s Mother, Shou Tucker, Greed,

Crush ↦ Envy

Partners ↦ Envy

Engaged ↦ Nothing yet

Married ↦ Nothing Yet

❝You may think you’re a monster but you’re not. You’re a Homunculus.. Not a monster❞

↤ H O M U N C U L U S ↦

↤ Sin ↦

I would say that Astrid is a mix of Wrath and Envy. They get very easily angered when they are jealous and tend to easily lose control under stressful situations.

↤ Ultimate Ability ↦

I call it The Beast, it’s a bigger, taller, stronger bulkier version of Astrid’s Chimera form. They usually struggle to control themself in this form and will attack pretty much everything. Astrid’s telekinesis also gets a lot stronger which means that they can lift up heavier objects and with enough power break bones on other people.

❝You will pay for what you did!❞

↤ B A C K S T O R Y ↦

Astrid grew up on the outskirts of Dublith, their parents weren’t home much as they were always busy with work. They were scientists working close to central studying Bio-Alchemy and Chimeras. Because of this Astrid ended up spending a lot of time being home alone. At the age of 15 a small and lost Wolf pup was in Astrid’s garden. Astrid couldn’t leave it alone out there so she took it in and named her Snowflake; Snow for short. Her parents were still at work when Snow was found but to Astrid’s surprise they let her keep the wolf..

A few years pass by and Astrid is now 20, Snow was basically fully grown, her age was unknown. They had both grown close, Snow was Astrid’s best friend and nothing could separate them. Astrid no longer minded that her parents were at work all the time as she no longer felt alone, thanks to little Snowflake. For once Astrid enjoyed her life but it all changed one day.

Her parents had been gone for longer than expected and Astrid started to get a little bit worried as she knew the risks of their job and that they could end up making a huge mistake resulting in death. She got a letter from her mother saying that they needed Astrid and Snowflake down at the lab outside of Central. Astrid was rather confused by the whole situation as she never really got to know anything regarding their work and now she needed to be there in person? Hesitantly Astrid went to the lab along with Snow. It was the biggest mistake Astrid had made in her life.

Her parents and their co-workers had lost their minds out of desperation.  They were close at figuring out how to create talking Chimeras and ended up fooling Astrid to bring Snow down to the lab so they could be both used as an experiment. Astrid felt so betrayed, how could her own flesh and blood do something like this? Supposedly her father had already tried to become a Chimera willingly but it failed, so Astrid’s mother contacted her child, tricking them into coming down here because she knew she wouldn’t put her best friend in danger.

This time it was a success, Astrid and Snow became one. A Chimera.

It didn’t stop there tho. They weren’t just trying to create a talking Chimera, they all knew that it was possible to create such things so they took it a step further. One of the scientists there had a Philosopher stone, and before Astrid or Snow had time to react she was injected with the stone. To everyone’s surprise it worked.

They had created a Homunculus who was also a Chimera.

But there was one problem.

They couldn’t contain the creature they had just created..

A beast fueled by pure anger..

Astrid killed everyone, they were out of control, no one could kill her as mere bullets weren’t enough to kill a Homunculus. They all were killed by Astrid’s telekinesis. Before escaping she made sure to get rid of any evidence proving their existence and then ran as fast as they could into the woods.

A certain green haired Homunculus had witnessed everything and went after The Chimera..

Astrid was exhausted after everything, they had managed to calm down a little bit, but still unable to change back to their more human-like form. She noticed Envy’s presence and confronted him and wondered why they were following her. After talking for a while Astrid hesitantly agreed to go with him and meet this “Father” person since he was the leader of the other Homunculi, she didn’t have much of a choice honestly, she would’ve probably been killed if she didn’t follow this Envy..

It was rather difficult getting to the Homunculi’s hideout as Astrid was still unable to transform back.

A couple of months pass, and Envy managed to teach her how to transform back to her more human like side and she could now control her telekinesis a little more. Their fighting skills still weren’t great but training has just started so she’ll learn someday, she has still yet to beat Envy in a sparring match so..

During all of the training Astrid slowly got to learn more about Envy and his envy for humans. He tried to hide it but Astrid could see through it because she felt the same. Once Envy learned Astrid’s whole story he slowly started to feel..something.. towards her. He wasn’t used to have actual friends or anyone that actually cared about him so he didn’t know how to handle it. They had both fallen in love but didn’t know how to deal with these emotions so they kept it hidden for a while. They both ended up growing very close. Envy was the only Homunculus she felt safe around, she was okay around Lust but Gluttony terrified her. She didn’t see much of Pride and only saw Wrath during work mostly. She had never met Sloth and Greed had ran off long before Astrid came there.

Astrid ended up working alongside Envy and the other’s looking for Human sacrifices for Father’s plan, she ended up becoming a State Alchemist disguising their telekinesis as Wind Alchemy. She ended up on Colonel Roy Mustang’s team as she needed to keep an eye on Edward, The Fullmetal Alchemist who happened to be one of the sacrifices.

Astrid ended up becoming friends with Ed and his brother Alphonse, along with Winry. Of course Astrid could never reveal what she truly was so she would always avoid questions about her family.

It all went okay until Ed and Al met Ling Yao, a prince from Xing who could somehow sense when someone wasn’t human.. When he saw Astrid he could already feel that something was off about her. Edward and Alphonse didn’t believe Ling when he tried to say that something was off about Astrid but they eventually found out that Astrid was in fact not human.

This whole backstory is still a huge work-in-progress!!

[missmeinyourbones]

What do you think about AOT characters and valentines day? Like what would they do for you

fun fact: i dont really like valentines day :/ lmfao i think its so overhyped and its just another capitalism driven day where youre forced to buy chocolates and flowers for your s/o when you should be doing that normally 🤨 on a lighter note i guess it is a nice excuse to spoil ur s/o and make them feel special :) so here are some thoughts on what they would do for you

eren is dicking you down all day LMFAOOO and he’s so annoying about it too. you wake up and he does that stupid little thing where he’s like “hmmmmm is today a special day??? any particular reason i love you extra today???” please hes so irritating. probably gets you a promise ring or something and when ur like aw baby this is so nice!!!! he’s like “...nice enough to give me head? 😀” LOL

armin is the CUTEST. wakes you up with breakfast in bed w all of your favorites. has a whole itinerary planned with museum visits and coffee stops and walks through the park. he probably gives you a bunch of little gifts throughout the day but definitely makes you something handmade  <3 his card leaves you ugly sobbing and he’s kinda scared

mikasa stays in with you all day. like refuses to leave your side. you guys cuddle all morning and watch ur favorite movies and order in takeout. i think she just loves spending quality time with her s/o and uses this day as an excuse to be stuck to your hip. gets you the most THOUGHTFUL GIFT. it could be something you were looking at in passing or something you mentioned you needed once and she gets you the best most expensive full out version of it :(

jean is a simple man, so he buys you your favorite flowers and chocolate/candy and shows up at your door like he’s in a romcom. in a suit and all. ur probably like “baby i thought we agreed not to do anything crazy” and he’s like oh you think this is crazy???? you made me tone it down :/ he just loves to spoil his s/o so this is kinda just another regular day for him. buys you an anklet with a J on it bc he’s a freak

connie is so proud of himself. king makes a scavenger hunt!!!!! :) :) he comes up with all of these cute little personalized clues that send you all around town like where you had your first date, your guys’ favorite fast food place, the park that he slipped on ice at and ate complete shit in front of you :) its so fun and exciting and it ends with u meeting him at a cute little ice rink for iceskating and drinking hot chocolate :) he’s sweet when he tries

sasha has a vacation booked in advance for you guys :((((( she makes sure you take a few days off of work and rents out a little cabin by the lake or by a cute beach town where you guys can try all of these new restaurants and play boardwalk arcade games :(((( she’s really nervous for absolutely no reason :(((( im in love with her :(((

levi makes you a homemade meal because he’s a fuckin snob. he’s all why would i take you out somewhere just for it to be crowded with couples and eat shitty food when i could do it myself and guarantee you like it??? probably sets the table and puts a candle in the middle like he sees in the movies lmfao. he loves you a lot and doesn’t say it often, so he uses this day as an excuse to be a little more open with his love

reiner makes a reservation at an extremely expensive and boujee restaurant bc he wants to impress you and “treat his baby to the finest dining around!” gets so incredibly disappointed when he realizes that they lost his reservation. tries to politely reassure the hostess that he’s sure he called ahead!!!! check under his last name maybe??? once you convince him it’s fine really it’s no big deal babe you guys get fast food or something and eat it on the hood of his car in a parking lot LMFAO it’s the thought that counts babes <3

porco makes you hair and nail appointments and forces you to go to them with his credit card LMFAO you offer to pay and he gets all serious like. dont ever venmo me money ever again😐 probably takes you out whenever you wanna go and doesn’t care how long you might have to wait. makes a joke about proposing that you don’t find funny 😒

thank you for requesting this! p.s. if you dont have a valentine and ur reading this, ur my valentine now. i dont make the rules. dinner is on me tonight baby what do u want