#and the whole full body asmr thing

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Damn but that musical shift when the Praetorian Guards came in.

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS RESOURCE BUNDLE⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💶

a gift from me to you for the new year, to help give tips that can help u succeed 🫶🏽 a post filled with resources, and advice to help u guys improve in every aspect 💗 i love and appreciate u all and i hope u find it helpful.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ physical movement and activity

find something that u like and thats fitted for ur needs. for me, all of the workouts that i do come from youtube. a girlblogger that always has a lot of workouts to try is @4theitgirls-workouts. to motivate urself to move ur body i recommend buying something cute to workout in because it always makes me feel good. i rly like to do pilates, so since i enjoy pilates -> i'll wanna do it more.

so dont be afraid to try different things and see what u enjoy the most and stick with that bcuz u dont wanna be forcing urself to do something that u won't enjoy/that won't give u the results that u want. if working out in general isn't rly ur cup of tea at all, thats totally okay! try going for walks or start running. maybe try out for a sport or start a style of dance. the whole point of this category is to get urself moving bcuz its rly rly good for ur physical and ur mental health, and it'll serve u in the long run. another youtuber i rly recommend for pilates workouts is madeline abeid.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ self improvement youtubers that i love and watch regularly

the wizard liz

simonesquared

sammy ingram

simmonesimmo

hailey gamba

the freezia

persephonesmind

₊˚⊹ ᰔ law of assumption

of course if u wanna learn about and practice the law of assumption then u can learn and apply thru my advice, experiences, ideas and more. neville goddard is like, the guru of manifesting and hes written a bunch of books, here are neville goddard's books online for FREE so that that then u can learn and see it HIS way bcuz the thing with manifesting is u gotta figure out how it works for you cuz its your reality.

if u like subliminals this is my favorite subliminal maker on youtube. their subliminals r amazing and i enjoy them bcuz they dont have music layered onto it (i like subliminals that have soothing sounds like rain or water or anything asmr). last but not least my absolute favorite manifesting coach/teacher on the whole internet, sammy ingram - literally the best manifesting guide. she rly simplifies things and her channel is full of helpful advice, success stories, challenges and her perspective on manifesting is brilliant so i rly recommend her.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ mental health

journalling is honestly the best thing that i have ever done for my mental health, the ROI that i get from it is actually incredible so i highly highly recommend it. if ur someone who doesn't rly like to write a lot, use ur notes app or whatever just get the thoughts out of ur mind and onto a piece of paper/notes. i understand that sometimes when ur mental health isn't doing too well and u dont feel motivated rly to do anything (like u feel lethargic and stuff) forcing urself to do things ISNT always the answer. i rly recommend having alternate routines cuz we ask a lot from ourselves sometimes so some days, ask a little less.

give urself the break that u deserve. when u feel like crying, CRY. even if its for no reason, the body holds onto pent up emotions so when u cry u gotta CRY. with time you'll find the things that help u feel better. for everyone its different. for me, when my mental health is in a slump what helps me is : 1. doing one thing differently (i'll go for a walk maybe) 2. get ready (take a quick shower, or if i dont even have the motivation to do that i'll do a sink shower) 3. drink a cold cup of water and make myself a meal. dont ever have zero days. always give at least 1% or do at least one thing.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hygiene

hygiene is so instrumental in mental health cuz like i've said before looking good -> feeling good. i make sure to get ready everyday even if im going nowhere. just bcuz the process of getting ready gives me so much momentum. smelling good gives me so much confidence bcuz im the type of person thats rly rly scared of smelling bad. im a hygiene JUNKY so im always buying soaps and fragrances. when u make self care a daily thing it'll feel so natural. dont neglect ur oral health, invest in quality products that are suited for your needs. be meticulous when it comes to ur hygiene cuz a solid routine is lowkey comforting. i rly recommend korean skincare, indian haircare, african body care, and arabic perfumes and fragrances. some of my favorite hygiene based youtube channels are : SARA BEQELE and anna renns world

₊˚⊹ ᰔ school

TAKE. SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. the feeling that u get when u get a good score on an assignment or test is unmatched. at the end of the day ur responsible for ur education. it's not hot to be a loser. if ur someone who struggles to stay on top of assignments, write down the assignment as soon as its assigned and at the next possible chance do it. as soon as u get home from school. reward urself for good grades and for ur accomplishments cuz ur AMAZING. study effectively instead of excessively.

pursue excellence always. find ways to motivate urself throughout the school day (for me, i always try and incorporate girliness into school cuz that motivates me) all my pens and pencils and folders are pink and i get myself ready everyday before school. cuz when i FEEL good -> i perform well. if u ever dont wanna study remind urself that studying>failing. advocate for urself, dont be afraid to ask questions cuz ur responsible for ur grade if u need accommodations or longer time to take a test (even if u dont) always set urself up to have the most time possible and the most resources. the resources that u have USE THEM. the goal of studying isn't to "mostly" know the material its to know for SURE. when u can explain something thoroughly, thats when you can know if you've studied enough.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ organization + planning

of course for the new year and for life in general, organization is rly helpful. manage urself mindfully and intentionally. even if ur a messy person, organizing isn't difficult if u do it in a way thats right for you. for me, notion - is literally the best organizational tool. i have an agenda, calendars, school pages, and so much more.

with notion i rly organized my life on a whole other level. aside from notion, the notes app on ur phone is rly useful, when it comes to organizing ur day to day life, i think its important bcuz it helps u to maximize ur time. for planning out ur year, if u find it difficult to stay "on task" or achieve the goals that u set for urself, try this : dont see the year as 365 days, instead separate the year into 4 quarters (90 days each) and in each of those quarters choose one aspect to focus on and pour into. make sure to log and track ur progress on those goals. the idea to this is breaking things down. break down big goals -> to more digestible goals so that then its more believable for u. remember, your limitless.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ nutrition

if ur someone who has bad nutrition, or unhealthy eating habits in general and u wanna change that my biggest advice would be to NOT BE EXTREME. bcuz i feel like if u go fully extreme so quickly then the change isn't sustainable. take it slow. start off by introducing a fruit into breakfast and having a vegetable at dinner, then eating fruit with ur breakfast and having fruit as a snack, and eating veggies with lunch and dinner. ik it sounds repetitive and overdone but u need to be consuming ur fruits and veggies. if ur not eating it with ur meals then maybe have it in a smoothie if that works for u. take supplements for things that u dont rly incorporate into ur diet, and the key to a good diet is BALANCE. dont deny urself food that u love. life is WAY to short to be scared to eat the burger that u so desperately want. its okay to eat what ppl might consider "junk food" but everything in BALANCE and moderation. keep the 80/20 principal in ur mind. 80% of what u eat should be good for u and 20% of what u eat should be whatever u crave. DRINK WATER, dont go on extreme diets if ur not an adult and haven't consulted a doctor it does u more harm than good.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ informative

learn every single day. even if ur not in school anymore. a way to help learn and sharpen ur mind every single day is picking up a hobby that can help u do so. for me, the hobby i have is reading, reading keeps my brain sharp, it keeps me entertained, and when i read nonfiction it keeps me informed. so the hobby of reading has a high ROI. whenever u get an idea of any sort, ACT on it. u dont have to wait a billion years before acting on an idea. when u get ideas, its for a reason, ur mind is brilliant and imagine how many ideas that u wasted. thats why i recommend having a creative outlet of some sort. for me, my creative outlet is my blog where i can come and talk with you guys 🫶🏽 but ur creative outlet can be ur notes app or ur journal or ur sketchbook. just a way to get the ideas in ur brain -> onto paper.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ stuff i wish i knew

ur never ever tied down to one version of urself, u can always change ur mind/opinion, u can create a new version of urself whenever the heck u want. remember that u have free will and that ur always in control. bcuz it is your life it revolves around you and it is your responsibility. its not something to mess around with. take responsibility for urself, ur actions, ur reactions etc.

1% of progress is better than 0%, a little is always better than nothing. ur social anxiety or ur fear of being perceived is HOLDING U BACK. forgive urself for ur mistakes, everything that ur embarrassed of in ur past let it go and LET YOURSELF LIVE. become ur own project, ur own muse and if all else fails (which it won't, you'll be fine and everything will work itself out for u even better than u could've ever imagined) love yourself unconditionally.

[g-xix]

This might be a strange request but I was watching the new ItalianBach video with Alex, Cam and Arthur and I thought it was really funny and cute that a few times Arthur was like “wait I actually kind of like this.” I was wondering if you could do a little blurb or something with Arthur x Reader where the reader is scratching his back or his scalp or something and basically doing asmr on him without him realizing it’s asmr and teasing him abt the fact he likes it?

Head Scritches | ArthurTV

I normally take YEARS replying to oneshot reqs but this is so cute i litr banged this up in a DAY which isn't too bad... it is quite a short little blurb (great word btw) tho, but i hope you and everyone else reading enjoys nonetheless, anon!

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-just like sorta casually hanging about in Arthur's flat, j chilling n spending time together...

-You're lying across the sofa w ur legs spread across the cushions n Arthur's body on top of yours, cushioned between your legs and on his phone- switching between playing online chess and watching TikToks whilst waiting for his opponent to make the next move

-Your hand just sort of finds itself on his head after a bit, fingers just finding a path through his hair n moving only a little bit...

-"What're you doing?" Arthur mumbles, not moving to get you off, just intrigued with what exactly you were doing whilst he couldn't see you

-"I'm just massaging your head." You hummed, leaning your own head back to relax whilst your fingers threaded through his hair. "Do you want me to stop?"

-"...No, I don't think so." Arthur sounded unsure of himself, bringing a small chuckle from you as you continued your actions inattentively.

-Whilst you were lounging and happily relaxed, Arthur found himself... not agitated, but completely defenceless to how nice it felt. It felt like getting his hair done, but so much gentler and more soothing...

-He felt uncomfortable in how he was sat - he just wanted to lie down and sprawl out - relax all of his limbs and let his head fall limp against you whilst you just ran your hands over his head juuust like that...

-Yet Arthur didn't say a thing in not wanting you to stop what you were doing or think he was odd- or make him explain- or something trivial and unnecessary like that. No, instead he just closed his eyes briefly and savoured that way your fingers ran through his hair, fluffing and messying it. And as Arthur closed his eyes, he only felt more, particularly noticing the way your fingertips seemed to press into the back of his head, right where he had a headache- circling ever so slightly and seeming to chase the achy points away

-It was only when you absent-mindedly drummed your fingers over Arthur's scalp when you noticed Arthur's responses to your touch

-Withdrawing your arm from over your eyes (previously serving as an eyemask for you to rest), you realised that Arthur had literally had a whole-body shiver at what you'd done; drumming your fingers one by one over his scalp

-"Holy shit, sorry, are you okay?" You retracted your hand back from Arthur hastily, though your brows raised in even more surprise as he let out a near whine as you moved back(!) "Arthur...?"

-"Do that again please," He whimpered, the note of desperation on his voice drawing a slight laugh from your voice.

-"What, this?" You drummed each finger over his scalp again with a grin, his neck ticking as he let out a slight groan, drawing a full laugh from your chest, throwing your head back as well. "Is this your equivalent of ASMR?" You teased, seeing a pink flush rise up to Arthur's neck from behind as he stuttered a-

-"M-maaaybe..." In reponse before rushing, "Pleasedon'tstopthough-" which only drew another hearty laugh from you, your fingers reconnecting to Arthur's head nonetheless and messaging over his scalp and running your fingers though his head.

-"Sure I won't," You mumbled in response after a while, smile still on your face. "As long as you're not enjoying it too much..."

-"Too late," Arthur joked in response before hastily grabbing a cushion and pretending to cover his crotch with it with joking heavy breaths.

-A snort left your mouth, grabbing the pillow from besides you to whack him around the back of his head, laughing as you lovingly replied "Shut up and play your chess, neeky", threading your fingers back through your head and going back to sleeping whilst playing with his hair, un-wipeable smile plastered onto your face as you did... <33

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Hang on, j found this whilst scrolling pinterest for a good ATV pic:

THAT'S FUCKING ITALIAN BACH??!?!?!? HE'S HOT?!?!?!?? Istg this new chaos crew squad is acc so leng: ATV, G Clarkey, ItalianBach, Cam, fuckin' even Alex... Bloody hell, absolute sexy demons if i say so myself (as a definite (😬) sexy demon)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

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[yandere-kokeshi]

What would Kratos do if the reader got sick? Well, like, I don’t think that a large number of blankets would be saved in his house (despite the fact that it looks cozy, I think it’s very cold there).

— Yandere Kratos with sick reader

Warnings:  yandere behavior, and talks about having the flu

A/N: akkk, love this so much!

With you being sick, it only results in Kratos being more grumpy and severely overbearing. Small answers to anybody outside his personal circle, his devil eyes staring into people’s souls, and being more impatient.

It’s no surprise that he takes your health very seriously. Even a minor cough, or slight sniffle, has him looking at you with worried eyes. He quickly brings you to a healer, who only shrugs their shoulders and suggests medicine to make your immune system pass it faster. And to nobody’s surprise, he doesn’t take it lightly. He’s overprotective, overthinking minor things — which means, you’re going to be coddled to the max. 

Kratos replaces everything in the whole cabin to your liking, to keep itself warm for your sake. He gives you wool blankets, piling them on top of you like pieces of cakes. Constant fires that keep you warm, but far enough to be cautious. And wearing thick clothing, being fed a large bowl of stew to keep you nice-and-full. 

He regularly wakes you up between naps, giving your elbow a squeeze with an apologetic look before mumbling ‘eat up’, serving you warm and good-smelling soup that he hopes you’ll enjoy. 

He does everything in his path to keep your fever down. He checks up on you constantly, a frown on his face prominent as he takes your temperature with his large backhand, grazing his thumb over your sweating forehead, and presses cold towels to your feverish body. 

Literally babies you. He will hand-feed you, catching any food that dribbles from the corner of your mouth with his thumb whilst chuckling. And always asks Atreus to fetch you more food at the trading-market that’s soft on your stomach. 

He worries a lot. And it’s not something he’s glad about showing — he paces constantly, grunting instead of answering with words, and waiting for the time to be gone, as if you’re going to get better within a snap of fingers. It’s funny really, seeing a man known for his indisputable strength, worrying like a mother; constantly looking at you with wide eyes, and a frown. He’s always touching you, kissing the back-of-your-hand, whilst mumbling words that you cannot make out– to whom, you learn about one night that he’s sorry. Sorry for making you sick, and how you’re suffering because of it. 

This said, if you need to get up for an unnecessary thing, or come up with excuses for trying to say you’re better when you’re obviously not. And for that, Kratos isn’t afraid to push you back into bed, telling you to stay and rest. And if he needs to, he’ll keep you trapped within his arms, which we all know, is incredibly solid to get out of.

Within the statement of arms, Kratos is incredibly warm — and it’s no surprise he’s using it when you’re cold. He’s constantly bundled underneath you with many blankets, having you lay on top of him as his arms are wrapped around you like snakes. At times, he’ll move his fingers underneath the back of your shirt and massage your lower back. 

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[barleyo]

Hybrid.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back from hiatus, sorry, I've been gone for so long. I got this idea while listening to one of my favorite nsfw asmr creators (feelgoodfilth, please go check him out y’all). Love you all, thanks for reading!

Tags: breeding kink, medical fetish, p in v, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies

Wordcount: 1.7K

“Colonel Quaritch?”

“Hm, yeah?”

The woman walked into the small waiting room, taking only a few steps while clutching a clipboard to her chest. 

“I’m ready to run your tests. Would you follow me to the back office?” Her lips pressed into an awkward line, the pissed look on Quaritch’s face telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for a smile.

He stood up, head leaning down uncomfortably in the room. The ceilings got a bit higher when they turned the corner to her office, allowing him to reach closer to his full height. An examining table sat in the middle of the office, and an overhead light stood above it.

“Do I–?” Miles’ hand loosely pointed over to the table.

“Oh, yes, please. Careful of the light, Colonel.” The woman took her seat on a spinning chair, scooting it toward the table with her wheels. “Careful– careful now,” she said, holding her arms out as he roughly sat on the table, trying to protect his large body, as if catching him would have done any good. 

He snorted, lip pulling into a bored, fixed snarl. “Yeah, so sorry, miss,” he said, voice anything but apologetic. 

She gave a small nod, eyeing her papers clipped to her board, scanning over them quickly. 

“Ah– no matter. So, Colonel Quaritch, I have to run a few simple tests and check-ups before we start the extraction process. Please, hold still.”

Extraction.

“Lord, this damn thing couldn’t take any longer, could it? Fucking Christ,” he snapped, patience thinning by the minute.

The RDA just wanted to piss him off at this point, he thought. The whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth, from start to finish. Creating recoms with lab grown Na’vi bodies was getting too expensive, so this was the alternative. Why make them from the government and taxpayers’ money when they had all they really needed: a few female recoms, a few male recoms and a way for them to mix.

“I know, I’m sorry– I know this can’t be pleasant for you,” she said. She was trying to be as sympathetic as possible, but it wasn’t a great process for her to deal with either, especially when the medical wing was understaffed. 

“You have no idea, girl.” Miles groaned impatiently and spread his legs out, trying to work out the stress and kinks from his joints. “Can we just get this over with?”

The nurse nodded and scrambled over to her desk, pulling out an otoscope. She ushered him to lower his head to her level, having already pumped her chair up to its maximum height. “Hey, hey, hold still,” she inserted the tool, holding his blue ear to stop it from flicking as she looked through the lens. “Okay, all good.” 

“What’s even the point of this? Can’t I just jizz in a fucking cup and leave?” He took a deep breath and his nose twitched in irritation. 

“That– that comes later,” she said, face warm at his vulgar language, “just a few more tests, I promise. Now,” she pointed at her mouth, “open up, I need to take a look at your teeth.”

“What? Why?” Miles drew his eyebrows together, looking her up and down. 

“I’ve got to make sure your teeth are healthy, and strong before we pass your DNA down to our other soldiers,” she said while still pointing her fingers at her mouth. “C’mon, show me that handsome smile, eh, Colonel?”

A sigh escaped his muscled chest, stripes seemingly shaking as he breathed. 

“Fine.”

She brought a small light to his mouth, lifting her head up high to see all of his teeth. They were sharp and barred at her, shining in the reflection of her light. 

A few other meaningless tests were performed, each draining Quaritch of his patience more and more. If he had to do one more fucking thing, he was going to—!

��Here you are. Now just take this and, uhm, you know,” she said, passing him a sterile cup to fill. “Fill it to the top, if you can.”

She looked away and started to turn to her desk before she heard a zipper. Her head snapped over to the table to see Miles removing his heavy cock from his cargos, giving it lazy pumps.

“No, there’s– there’s a bathroom for that…!”

“It’ll take like two seconds,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “not leaving just to blow a load.”

She barely heard his response as she watched. She was too busy feeling her grip on the corner of her chair tighten, eyes hooked on the sight of his pretty, blue cock growing in his fist.

 “I, uhm, I think,” she paused, still watching as her voice trailed off.

“Huh? You think what?” He looked at her, smirking at her knuckles going white as she held onto the chair. “I think, little miss, that you want to come help me with this. Am I right?”

“That’s not professional,” she coughed out, turning her head away from him, arms going up to cover her chest. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to help a patient in need? Don’t leave me here to suffer,” Quaritch teased, feeling his impatience being replaced by smugness. 

She bit her lip, eyes squinting as she thought. 

“Oh, nurse,” he called, voice smothered with satisfaction, “I need your help.” He let go of his dick, feeling it spring back to hit his clothed abdomen. A string of precum stuck to his shirt as his cock twitched. 

She walked over to him, pushing the wheeled chair to the corner of the room and out of her way. Taking his cock into her hand, she looked up to meet his blown, amber eyes. “Just to help? T-to hurry the process, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “but, I wouldn’t mind if you took your time.” 

Giving a few, testing strokes, she held as much of his cock that she could manage in her small fist. She went slow, from tip to base. Miles shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap up into her hand. 

“You’re a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you? Gonna– fuck,” he clenched his jaw, “gonna actually take your time, huh? Ain’t know you’d listen t’me.”

Taking her other hand, she takes her fingers and traces around his tip, collecting the slick and rubbing it in. She felt it kick in her hands, and gave it a sharp squeeze.

“God, just– let go, c’mon.” 

She let go quickly. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to!”

Quaritch took a breath through his nose and patted his lap. “Come here, come on. That’s right.” 

She sat, facing him. Her blue scrubs made euphoric friction against his cock, gliding across the length as she got comfortable. 

“I’ve gotten a taste of you, darlin’,” he started, “I won’t be able to hold back. Can’t cum inside that fuckin’ cup.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, mouth parting slightly as she felt his hands reach under her shirt. “Colonel?”

“Ain’t no point in growing another recom in a lab with my DNA,” he started, leaning to her neck, letting the warmth of his breath hit the exposed skin, “when I could put my DNA inside of you. Gonna let me breed you? Huh?”

He held onto the swell of her breast under the shirt, running a thumb over her hard nipple. 

“Gonna let me fuck a hybrid into you?”

Her mouth hung open for a second, unanswering. “Colonel….”

“Answer me, missy. Gonna do it? Let me fill you up with a fuckin’ alien baby.”

A slow nod was all he needed to see. In a swift movement, she felt her body turned and pushed, her back on the table. 

“Careful, please,” she mumbled, lips raw from her chewing them nervously. 

“No time for ‘careful,’ honey, I gotta take you nice and rough.” Quaritch pulled her pants and panties down, balling the fabric up and tossing them into a corner in the office. He brought his fingers to her cunt, collecting the slick leaking from her hole. “Worked up, huh?”

He placed one hand over her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She instinctively tried to close them back, unsuccessfully. 

“Keep ‘em open, I need to get you prepped for me.” He took one finger and rocked it into her, reaching to the far back of her walls. “All this talk got you wet already,” he said, feeling his finger slip in and out with ease. 

“Wait, I’m close, really close,” she said, legs starting to shake. 

A  dry chuckle left Quaritch’s mouth. “Yeah? I won’t stop you. Cum.” His fingers curled into the gummy spot in her, abusing the sensitive area. A soft clenching trapped the digit, tightening over him for a few moments. “There, there you go.”

“Thank you, yes– fuck!”

“One load ain’t enough for you, huh?” His eyes were completely blown and lust-filled. “God– your greedy little cunt, milkin’ me dry.” 

“Please, one more time– one more. Want your babies so bad!” she moaned, voice completely punched out. Her whines were breathless, and broken. 

Quaritch gave a soft hum as he continued at the same pace, slotting his hips between hers roughly. The squelches of her messy, wet cunt filled his ears and egged him on further. Dribbles of his cum from earlier dripped out of her with each of his thrusts.

“I’m just gonna seed you, girl. Spill my fuckin’ cum all in you for second time so it takes.”

Her walls clenched around his cock at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. 

“You like that, yeah?”

“Yes, yes—” 

“Keep clenching on me, keep me nice and hard,” he growled into her ear gently licking the shell of it after he finished talking, “God– you got me right on the edge.”

“Don’t make me wait,” she sobbed, feeling herself go blind from pleasure.

“So greedy, so– so impatient.” Quaritch held onto her hips, using her hips for further leverage as he fucked her into the table. 

“Cum– cum in me, please, Colonel, one more time.”

Her begging threw him over the edge, and he spilled his second load into her, his cock kicking as he did. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, there you go. Not even gonna pull out of you, gotta keep you plugged up.” He sat up, pulling her on his lap, dick still inside. 

“Do you think I’ll actually, uhm, you know?” she sighed, looking a bit concerned.

“Get pregnant? I don’t know, girl. Maybe not. Or maybe you will, and you’ll get full with some little recom soldier babies.” He ran his hand over her cheek before speaking again, “Maybe I should fill you up again. Third time’s a charm.”

[tac-the-unseen]

COD Random character quirks

Fluff

Ghost:

•Remembers every story somebody tells him, but can't remember where he left his sweater

•Bites the inside of his cheek constantly, to the point of scarring

•If somebody doesn't drag him out of the house he would never leave. Despite this he does love going on a walk from time to time

•Hates talking about his past and will always redirect the conversation

•Extremely fast eater, it's a combination of Trauma and military training. Can finish a whole plate in less than 10 minutes

•Pauses for a long time in between speaking but can't stand it if someone else does the same

Soap:

•Obsessed with swords, but is terrible at wielding them

•Screams “DON'T GO IN THERE!” to the T.V when watching any horror movie

•Wears the ‘I <3 my hot S/O’ shirts unironically, and the loves them because “It's true!”

•Loves to be the best at everything

•Consistently orders the same thing at a restaurant. Has a specific order for every restaurant he goes too

•Learned some magic tricks as a kid and can still do most of them

Price:

•Wears crazy socks, think Spencer and his friend Socko (from iCarly)

•Laughs to jokes no one else laughs at to make the other person not feel bad

•Has one nipple piercing on his left nipple, He doesn't want to get the second one and just likes having the ones.

•Overly Humble, You have to fight him to take a compliment

•Eats while driving and has made adjustments in his car to be able to eat with full effect

•Knows a surprising amount of useless trivia and will bring it up in any conversation he can

Alejandro:

•Screams and runs at the sight of the bee

•Notorious for his eye rolling abilities

•Has a pretty sizable jewelry collection. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings, and brooches (and he's willing to share)

•Frequently complements his S/O

•Steals food off of his S/O’s and friends plate

•Great cook and spends most of his time around/in the kitchen

Gaz:

•Secretly wants to be in a boy band

•Can't swallow pills normally

•Make fake scenarios in his head about him being the ultimate hero

•Snorts when he laughs

•Eats healthy snacks and playful shames others for eating unhealthy snacks

•Surprisingly good at impressions specifically impressions of British government officials

Roach:

•Sneak attack hugger

•His all-time favorite book is Dr Seuss's ‘Put me in a zoo’

•Sometimes forget other people don't know sign language/can't read it that fast and signs so fast that others have no clue what he said

•Gets a bad case of the giggles when someone trips (He cannot stop no matter how hard he tries)

•Likes to eat in private and feels weird looking at other people eat (Not a fan of restaurants or Mukbang asmr)

•Squirms in his seat/Can't sit still for that long

Konig:

•Wears a bunch of hair ties around his wrist

•Has to spend hundreds of dollars making custom shoes that actually fit him

•Is an adrenaline junkie on the battle field. He lives for the blood rush

•Has a house shaking laugh and Horangi makes fun of him for it

•Is a very neat eater, he's not overly delicate with his food but just likes to eat in a certain way

•Likes stretching out and popping his joints all the time.

Rudy:

•Sits on the floor rather than the couch

•Will politely remind you how good he's being in the midst of chaos

•Always supports/Roots for the underdog

•Always has Snacks in his pockets/backpack

•Messy eater, somehow always ends up with sauce on his shirt or crumbs in his pockets

•Lean onto the people closest to him

Mace:

•Puts hot sauce on everything

•Tells jokes with a serious face

•Always looking for new adventure, loves exploring, hiking, climbing, and learning about different cultures

•Frequently adjusting his shirt to show off his body modification (traditional tribal scars)

•Likes to eat food with his hand more than with utensils. He'll use forks, spoons, and knives when at restaurants, but when he's at home everything is finger food.

•Gets spontaneous piercing / tattoos

[deliriuxe]

get me a man who will lay my ass down on the couch, place a pair of wii-remote looking things in each of my palms and then asmr-style ask me a series of "let's notice that feeling" type questions while the wii remotes interchangeably buzz between each of my hands at varying intervals sending full tingles throughout my whole body or maybe that's just the asmr who knows

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

I'm trying to think of what Des would say if he had a gentle like, ASMR video. I feel like he'd give a gentle speech about his life and how much everything has changed over the centuries.

Unfortunately, my voice is not in Des' range exactly, so I could never voice it. I might still write it though. Just gonna wing it, imagine it to this kind of voice (TW for Depressing speech). But here it is:

I still remember when I used to lay here. When the only thing that existed was this rose field. Calm and quiet so much so that the silence was audible. Even now, can't you hear it, buzzing in your ears? I was the only one, and for hours and days, weeks, even years, I would do whatever I pleased, whenever I pleased, however I pleased.

The first time I came to Earth, it was the same. Quiet, without so many thoughts to read. Yet, now everything is so loud. Everyone is screaming, whining, begging for attention within the sea they find themselves encased by. A sea of desire just waiting to swallow them all...whole. In the midst of it, millions of hands will reach for you, but only some might manage to grasp your fragile skin. Take care though, they hold tight.

But demons have claws, you see. They're far more difficult to merely shake off than humans are. Demons, with the humans, just kept multiplying and multiplying until this realm became full. Yet, underestimating humans in such a way has always gotten me into trouble, hasn't it? After all, if a demon loses something, they are guaranteed they'll find it somewhere within this vast universe. For humans, there simply isn't enough time, so they cling to and cherish what matters most as much as their bodies will allow them to.

So sleep in the silence, and bask for a moment in what it once felt when the world was new. When you wake the world will be waiting for you but, for now, it can be, simply, a fleeting memory.

Tag list: @caxycreations, @verba-writing. @profoundlyhauntedclaws, @perasperaadastrawriting

[wafflebloggies]

the long con - part 1/7

a Don't Feed The Muse crossover story. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

*

The con was coming to an end.

DIGIVID, the largest annual convention for digital content creators in the Southern United States. Three days of booths, networking, merch, watchathons, speeches, special previews, presentations, weird food, crowded spaces, fun.

Fun in theory, anyway. For Mark Mayhew, it had been three days of a brand new kind of purgatory. Unavoidable, self-inflicted, endless.

“...honestly, we couldn’t choose, so like for our first video we just put all our favourite movies into a picker thing and it turns out Watchmen came out the exact same year as Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, and I know, they’re totally different movies, but then we were like, wait, there’s some parallels here...”

Mark was certain by now that the con had been a terrible idea. True, if he’d had the time all over again, there were several big, pressing reasons why he would still have made the same choice, but only a couple of them were fit to explain to anybody else. Even if he’d known how frankly- miserable- it was going to turn out to be, he probably still would have chosen to go, but knowing this didn’t make it feel like any less of a mistake, or change the fact that he would have given almost anything, right now, to not be stuck in the middle of it.

“...and the whole ship metaphor they cut from the movie, and like, Flint’s invention basically has the same thematic purpose as Veidt’s EDBE? We kept saying ‘eeby-deeby,’ it took us like, twenty takes…”

It was almost incredible to him, as he stood in silence, how alone it was possible to feel in such a big crowd. The main convention hall was hot, airless, busy. Even though some people were already packing up, here at the end of the third day, plenty of bodies still shuttled back and forth in clogged little streams whenever they found the space to move, elbow to elbow between the double rows of human backs shutting out the tables, the crowded booths. It was easy to feel overwhelmed by the sheer press of people, the talk and the noise. If Mark had only walked in alone, twenty minutes ago, and spent the time silently trying to make his way from one side of the massive space to the other, he would already have been more than a little agitated, ready to leave.

“...and he has all these shell companies, like all these theatres that play alien invasion movies all the time, to subconsciously prepare people? And when you look at Meatballs, you’re actually getting lowkey bombarded with fast-food imagery the whole time right up to when he turns on the machine...”

Mark had been in the hall for hours, and he was done. Currently, he was standing in a small pocket of space in a very nicely put-together booth belonging to a fairly well-known ASMR channel, watching a conversation happen right in front of him that he had about as much share in as an exiled Martian had in a conversation backstage at NASA. Yes, he’d started this conversation, he’d introduced himself, he’d started to steer the topic in a useful direction… and then Anthony had happened. Anthony Williams had turned up with his big, friendly grin and his busted paper carrier bag full of leaflets and merch which had been shedding everywhere since Friday and his completely distracting, distracted self, and now…

“...actually the biggest audio problem we have is my cat, Blaze, when we film at my house she’s got a real thing for the fluffy boom whatever on the mic, she wants to kill that thing on sight, right Mark?”

“Yeah,” said Mark, in the same way a corpse will twitch if you electrocute it. Anthony, who was too into the conversation to notice his friend’s thousand-yard-stare, carried right on going.

“Yeah, so we have to shut her in my parents’ room, but then I feel so bad, and she yells so loud in there it picks up on the video! So we usually record at Mark’s, but with our Parasite video...”

And so on. And on.

Not that the ASMR guys seemed to mind. People always seemed to open up and respond to Anthony quicker and with far more warmth than they did with Mark alone, which added another layer of frustration to the silent, invisible war he was fighting against himself. If Anthony could only have understood, and been focused, if Anthony could have been trying like he had been, these last three days, they might have found a sponsor already.

A sponsor, a partner, a collab, anything, anything to make the whole weekend feel worthwhile, instead of a painful waste of time.

Mark could tell that these guys had lost focus completely. One of them was still chatting quite happily with Anthony about God alone knew what, relaxed and disengaged, and the other was already moving away, eyes on a new bunch of visitors. There was no way Mark could steer this back the right way again now. Even though, at the bottom of his heart, he’d known it was a lost cause before Anthony had joined them, the tide of bitterness ebbed higher as he listened to the conversation wander so far wide of the point.

He must have looked distant enough for a party of people trying to use the booth as a short-cut to mistake him for an unconnected bystander, because as he stood there they pushed gently between him and Anthony, widening the gap as they passed through. On impulse, he went with it, let them nudge him and his whole parcel of garbage feelings to the side, let the general stream of the crowd push him out of the booth.

Without waiting to see if Anthony had noticed, he started shoving his way towards the main exit at a quicker pace. It was a relief to just move, without Anthony winding along just behind him, getting distracted at an average rate of once every four booths. Through the whole weekend, every time Mark was just trying to get from A to B, every time Anthony spotted something which made him want to stop and take a closer look, he would reach forwards and pat Mark on the back of his right shoulder. By this point, three days in, the feeling was starting to evoke a kind of Pavlovian response in Mark, knowing that every time he felt that light touch he would have to stop and stand and wait, getting hotter and more squashed and more impatient by the second, until Anthony was done, and by now just the feeling of Anthony’s hand on his shoulder had become a button that hiked his blood pressure, his heart, his temper.

By all appearances, Anthony had enjoyed the weekend a great deal. He got on with everyone he met, he was absolutely down for talking with new people on a vast range of subjects (with absolutely no practical application towards growing the channel whatsoever) and with his usual unbounded enthusiasm he seemed happy to keep going for as long as the con lasted.

Which wouldn’t be for that much longer. The hall was crowded now, sure, but already not as bad as it had been on the previous two days. Mark could see stalls and tables beginning to clear as their owners began to pack away. Pressing towards the main door, he had a sharp and ghastly vision of the convention hall as a vast interconnected series of nodes, bright and promising, each shutting down and turning black and dead as he touched them, came into contact, even approached them at all. Each booth, each prospect, each point of hope-

(nobody is going to want to work with you.)

He couldn’t feel normal, he couldn’t relax for a second, when on the one side the enormous thundercloud of dread loomed and on the other… something nobody here could understand, something he barely understood, something that lurked at the bottom of his stomach like a squishy leaden bowling-ball, the part of him that whispered that he really was just torturing himself for no reason, because what he had been granted out of the blue was, could be, his miracle. That it had been pointless coming here at all, that he was wasting time, wasting precious time not just ditching any other blighted and unreliable possibility and reaching for it with grateful hands-

“Mark!”

Unaware up until that moment that he’d stopped dead in the heaving crowd, Mark started and looked back as Anthony shouldered through the general stream of people, a small, willowy splotch of red flannel and concern. He felt Anthony’s hand on his shoulder again, guiding, steering him forwards and sharply left into a faster-moving stream of people that quickly swallowed them both and spat them out on the other side of the main doors. He wasn’t even aware of how much he’d just wanted the fresher air outside the hall until they were out in the gigantic hub of a lobby, the atmosphere so much lighter and cooler just from the fewer bodies and the bigger space, the vaulted metal-and-glass ceiling lined with great sheets of striped tarpaulins like a vast circus tent, shaded against the fading July sun.

He gulped several big breaths, realised his eyes were watering from the heat in them, the blur of colours and the crazy nimbus around each far-distant light, and angrily dragged his glasses from his face, looking down to clean them on his T-shirt as Anthony arrived by his side.

“Hey, you just dis- are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Mark, putting on his usual wry, flat, deadpan tone with difficulty, like a familiar sweater that suddenly felt too small. “You sure you’re done? You didn’t have any more hilarious cat stories to tell them? ‘Cause you all seemed to be getting on great.”

“Uh… yeah? They seemed like cool guys.” Anthony never usually minded Mark’s sarcasm, but finding the sharp end of it directed so pointedly towards himself clearly threw him. He shrugged, uncomfortably.

Good, thought Mark. Be uncomfortable. The thought wormed sharp and slimy through the back of his head, and it left him feeling ashamed. He didn’t want Anthony to be miserable just because he was, as if making Anthony feel awkward or hurt could make him feel any better about himself. He wasn’t that shitty a friend.

At least, he didn’t want to be.

Anthony looked down, shuffling through his bulging paper bag full of garbage, the thing he’d been stuffing every sheet, pamphlet, sticker and card he’d collected the whole weekend into as if it was as big as a lending library. He pulled out a couple of stickers from the top. “Here, they gave us a couple of these.”

Mark took the stickers. They were the window-clinger kind, for cars. He didn’t want to put any stickers on his car. They would be a pain in the ass to peel off, if-

(when)

-he had to sell it.

“Thanks, Anthony. Using my car to advertise someone else’s YouTube channel instead of our own, that’s a really proactive move there. Real four-D chess strats.”

“I, um… I just thought they’d look neat.”

“Yeah,” sighed Mark. “I know. Come on, let’s go find somewhere to sit.”

*

Even though it was getting towards evening, there weren’t too many people in the food court seating area, and half of the kiosks still had their metal hatches pulled down. At a long, near-empty table, sticky and spotted from a day of crumbs and wipe-downs, Mark dropped into a chair across from Anthony, always easy to spot in his bright red-check flannel, who was already halfway down a container of loaded chilli wedges.

He shrugged his backpack into the darkness under his feet and back-kicked it under his chair, and set his styrofoam carton on the table. Following the trend of the whole weekend, he hadn’t had as much luck with the food options as Anthony, whose potato wedges looked pretty good, apart from the whole ‘drenched in meat’ thing. His vegetarian lasagna looked like a slab of undercooked doormat in half an inch of thin red soup.

There were no real quiet places anywhere in the hall, but the food court was at least a little quieter, only a couple of other people at this table, eating alone. Mark tried to let himself relax, as much as he could, forcing himself to untense joint by joint as if his skeleton was an IKEA diagram strictly controlled by his mind, but only got about as far as his elbows before giving up.

Anthony grinned at him. Mark attempted to smile back, didn’t point out that he had a speck of chilli cheese on the tip of his nose, and ate a couple of bites of lasagna. The best that could be said about it was that it held no surprises- it tasted exactly how it looked. His phone buzzed, and he checked it hurriedly, trying to look preoccupied enough to dodge any conversation, to at least catch ten minutes worth of peace and silence while they ate.

He got maybe two minutes, because by then Anthony had wolfed down enough chilli to have taken the edge off his appetite, and wanted to talk.

“What happened back there, anyway? I just looked round and you were gone.”

Mark shrugged. “They weren’t going to give us anything,” he said. “Before you came over, I managed to give them our card, but really, I could just kind of tell they weren’t going to bite, so, like…”

With some trouble, he could make himself see that what had just happened wasn’t Anthony’s fault. He had known those guys weren’t interested, just like all the others. He’d known it in his gut before Anthony had even shown up, and with just a little distance he could see that clearly and admit it, and know that it wasn’t fair for him to put the blame on Anthony at all-

“Wait, that’s why you were talking to them?”

-for almost five seconds.

“Yes,” said Mark, trying to keep his voice, down, for all that it mattered. “Yes, Anthony, that is why I was trying to talk to them, before you-”

“But they’re nothing to do with our channel!” Anthony looked genuinely confused. “They do 3D print projects, they do that ASMR printing thing-”

“I know, what they do, Anthony,” said Mark, barbing every comma as if it was a physical thing, something pointy he could flick against Anthony’s forehead. “It doesn’t matter, they get two hundred K views per video, we could do something-”

“Come on, Mark,” Anthony drooped back in his chair, rubbing his face, obliterating the chilli cheese with his palm and pushing his curly mop of hair out of the way. His legs slid forwards on the tiles and his heels bumped into Mark’s toes. Mark pulled back and tucked his legs under his chair like a curling bug, hooking both feet tightly around its front legs. “You’ve been doing this the whole weekend, the mobile game people, the wallet people, the deodorant people, the freaking- weird pillow things people-”

“You think we can just wait for someone to come to us? That’s not how it works-”

“This isn’t how it works, Mark,” said Anthony. Now he leaned forwards, pushing his chilli to the side, all earnestness, his freckly face an open book urging Mark to hear him. “I’m just being realistic. We’re a really small channel, we don’t need sponsorships, it’s okay if none of these guys want to work with us yet. Maybe if we get bigger it’ll happen, fine, but you can’t force it, you’re just making-”

“When are we going to get bigger, Anthony? When? How long? When is our first sponsor going to come along and ask us? Another six months?”

“Maybe-”

“A year? Two years? I don’t have-”

“Maybe not at all!”

“-I don’t have that kind of time!”

Mark had almost yelled over his friend, but he’d heard him perfectly well. Although he knew exactly what Anthony meant, although it was only echoing his own thoughts, the words still stopped him dead.

“Maybe never,” said Anthony, quieter. “Look, you know I love our stuff, I love the channel, I’d love it if it got as big as those ASMR guys one day, are you kidding? But I’d be fine if we never got any more subscribers than we already have, I’d do it if we got like three views a video. It’s just supposed to be for fun, Mark! Remember the first time we uploaded and we got like, twenty views? We got pizza to celebrate!”

“That’s… that was different.” Mark did remember, and the memory made his throat tighten and his eyes prickle. It didn’t feel like a long time ago. The summer they started the channel, leapt into making videos as soon as term ended. That summer, back when his dad was only normal-crazy, back when Theo’s acceptance letter was stuck right on the front of the fridge all month, back when the thing that sucked the most in the world was the prospect of having to miss the second half of summer for some stupid family cruise.

That summer. Before everything went to shit.

Anthony pushed a finger against the smeary tabletop, drawing a big invisible circle, tapping a small dot next to it. “We have to think of it like, there’s hundreds and thousands of people here who have a channel, and you know it’s only a tiny, tiny percent of a percent that ever get big enough to get sponsorships and stuff. You know that. We were never doing this for sponsorships. I mean, I’m not, and- we’re on the same page, right? This is like when you wanted to do that video reading negative comments-”

“Okay, that? That stuff works. People love hate-comment videos. We’d easily get twice as many views as our last video, and we wouldn’t even have to write a script-”

“We don’t even get hate-comments- we’ve had like, one! Even if we did get a bunch for some reason, why would we even want to focus on that shit?” That’s just going to make it seem like we don’t care about the people leaving us good comments, and then we’d just look like assholes!”

“We don’t have to wait for real ones.I could make some fake accounts, or- or something. Who cares what we look like-”

“I do,” said Anthony. “And so do you, Mark.”

He sat back, as if he’d made a really good point, and gave Mark his best knowing look, which made him look about as sly and full of deep psychological understanding as a first-grader’s spelling primer.

“I know you, and I know the channel means way too much to you, for you to really want to screw it up like that just for a bunch of views.”

(It’s not about what I WANT!!)

In the real world, where screaming at the top of one’s lungs is unacceptable mealtime behaviour, Mark swallowed and looked down at his lasagna.

“It’s not like that’s why we’re here,” said Anthony. “This was just supposed to be fun. I mean… it was supposed to be.”

His tone of voice made Mark look up, quickly. Anthony was still watching him, and he looked worried. Not just worried, but uncertain, sympathetic. Mark felt his stomach lurch. He knew that look, because he’d found himself on the receiving end of it a lot lately, from a lot of different people, all for mostly the same reason. He hated it. He hated the pity, the pointlessness of it, the unwanted obligation of knowing someone felt bad for him when he never asked them to, wouldn’t ask them to, because they couldn’t do a single thing to help. Seeing it in Anthony’s guileless hazel eyes was worse than seeing it in the face of a stranger, because-

(he could help he just doesn’t want to)

-it cut deeper, somehow. Mark shut his eyes hard for a second. Hard white light, clean surfaces, the pervasive smell of disinfectants and sickness and waiting, and the voice, thin and drowsy and blurry with sleep and painkillers, but the same, the same well-loved voice-

(It sounds great, honey. You two go have a good time. You’ll have fun.)

“Sure,” said Mark, to his lasagna. “Fun.”

There was a short silence. Anthony clearly wanted to say more, probably to the same purpose, but he knew Mark well enough to recognize when he was being shut down. He shifted uncertainly in his seat, picking at a bit of cracked decal on the front of his t-shirt. Mark picked up his spork again.

“You know,” he said, casually, drawing small deliberate lines across the top layer of his gross lasagna, just like someone might do when they were absolutely unbothered and totally not trying to force the issue, absolutely not so wound up to the point that their usual sharp, smooth-running voice was fracturing into bits and pieces of sentences like grammatical shrapnel, “if you ever felt like- you were kind of done with this whole thing, with the- the channel, I’d completely understand. It’s been a... stressful weekend, right? It hasn’t really worked out like we wanted it to, and I can tell you’re not really into it, I... I wouldn’t be mad.”

He coughed, poking holes in the lasagna like he was trying to seed a miniature lawn. He hadn’t even eaten three bites, but it felt like it was stuck in a big ball in his throat.

“If- if you were feeling like, ‘You know what, I’m over this stupid YouTube thing, but I don’t want to disappoint Mark!’ I’d get it. Really, you wouldn’t be disappointing me, or- letting anybody down, I’d be- I’d be fine with just- running it on my own.”

He looked up, barely daring to hope. “If that’s how you were feeling... you could hundred-percent just tell me.”

Anthony leaned across the table, putting a hand on Mark’s arm, stopping the nervous movement of the spork mid-jab. His face was encouraging, wholly sincere.

“Mark,” he said, with serious emphasis, “I love our channel. I’m never going to be ‘done.’ I’ve got you, buddy. You don’t have to worry about me- I am never gonna just leave you to do it on your own. Okay?”

Mark looked at him, helplessly. Anthony smiled, his beautiful Anthony smile, nothing but sunshine and freckles, a smudge of chilli cheese and a total absence of doubt. He squeezed Mark’s arm, gently.

“We’ve had a long day,” he said. “I’m gonna go back to the room, get some packing done. Take your time, okay?”

And with that, and another quick, reassuring grin, he grabbed his raggedy paper bag and the rest of his chilli, and was gone.

Mark sat there for a little while as if he’d been hit with something heavy around the back of the head, looking at the place where Anthony had been. After a moment or two, he screwed his eyes very tightly shut, jabbed his spork into his lasagna so it stuck there like an upright little sail, put his face down in his hands and made a noise like a high, muffled nearly-silent scream.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Meteor Shower (Part 8)

If you want to get a sense of what Icy was going through you can open one youtube tab and type in ‘Screaming Dead - Night Creatures 12''(1983) side A’ and then open a second tab and copy & paste ‘[FULL ALBUM] f(x) - Electric Shock (2nd Mini Album) [HQ Audio + DLs]’ into the search bar. Hit play on both videos one after the other. Turn both up full blast (optional). You can also type in ‘Argument Ambience - Courtyard, Angry People, Yelling | ASMR’ for added torment. And that’s just about what Icy was enduring. You’re welcome or I’m sorry.

If she has to hear one more MeTor song, she is going to lose it. That ridiculous fairy won’t stop! And Stormy…that dull-minded dolt! Good music loses all of its appeal when it is warring for dominance with poppy drum machines. It ceases to have any appeal at all, instead becoming part of the chaos, part of the problem, one horrid mesh of clashing drums beats and vocal types that should never mix. Lyrics that don’t go together in the slightest and are terribly out of sync. A migraine inducing, ear bleeding mashup on par with low quality, old internet videos made by some pre-teen who dweeb dead in the middle of their ‘I’m so random phase’, who hadn’t been bullied enough.

Evidently this amalgamation is worse. 

Much worse. Between those warring lyrics that don’t go together whatsoever are shouts and grumbles; 

“Turn it down! This music is shit!” 

Stormy’s voice is beginning to take on the cadence of nails on a chalkboard.

“No you turn your music down! It’s depressing.” 

Stella’s voice has always had that effect. Doubly so with the MeTor girls providing her with backing vocals. 

“All of you shut the hell up!”

And Darcy isn’t helping at all. 

She is going to puncture her own eardrums. That would be more pleasant. Infinitely more pleasant. The urge to shout her own demand for all of them to shut up is overwhelming but she can’t allow herself to become part of the chaos. Her phone, however, has no qualms about adding its own noise. Suddenly she regrets having a song as her ringtone. 

Icy buries her face in her hands, massaging her throbbing temples with her thumbs. And her phone keeps ringing. Again and again and again and again…

It stops ringing and then it starts ringing all over again. 

And Darcy screams for Stormy and Stella to be quiet so she can concentrate on her spellwork. And Musa turns up the music because she can’t hear it over them. And Stormy turns up her music because she has to drown out the sunshine and perkiness. And Bloom is screeching at the top of her lungs just to be a complete menace. 

And Icy…

Icy is going insane. 

Absolutely batshit insane. 

Had she the sense or the peace of mind to do so, she would whip out that rule sheet and add a whole slew of new rules pertaining to music and aux cord privileges. All of which are about to be revoked. Evidently she is on the verge of making a ‘no music allowed unless it’s on stage’ rule. 

After giving her face a frustrated rub, Icy stands up and fetches herself a drink. Hard liquor, the kind that will hit quick. She kicks the door to their tour bus open and curses the universe for allowing the Winx tour bus to break down in the middle of the road as she steps out onto the rest stop sidewalk. 

She finds herself a picnic table in the shade and sits atop it with her legs spread and her feet resting on the bench. With  a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She wonders how long it’ll take for some busy body to come out and tell her that she can’t do that here with some dramatic gestures to the no smoking sign that she sits beneath. 

In her pocket, Icy feels her phone vibrate against her hip. Silencing it wasn’t good enough, she should have left the damn thing on the bus with the rest of the noise. She takes a long drag from her cigarette before putting it out on the tabletop. She answers her phone with a gruff, “what?”

“Afternood, Icy.” His voice is low and velvety, calm and even. And the sound of it drives her madder than any of the grating sounds that she has just escaped. “How is the tour going.”  He asks as though he hadn’t wanted damn near two weeks to call her.

“Oh it’s going fantastic.” She hisses. “Just fuckin’ perfect.”  So damn great that the Trix’s crowd is beginning to thin. So incredibly wonderful that there probably won’t be a witch in the crowd by the end of it. 

“You guys actually went through with it.” He comments. “Touring with the Winx.” He gives a low whistle. “I don’t think that the Wizards would have been brave enough to collaborate with the Specalists.”

Icy gives an indignant sniff, “ the Wizards weren’t even brave enough to tour with the Trix.” She tosses her bottle back and clunks it back onto the picnic table. “Embarrassing.” But no more than the shitshow that she is apparently running. 

She can’t say that she looks forward to preforming anymore. She isn’t exactly the sensitive sort, the type to be prone to ruminating on insults and mockery. She isn’t often ruffled by scrutinizing stares—she has been well and desensitized to all of that.But she swears that her witch audience is judging her for allowing this duo headline to happen. And it is starting to wear on her. Whittle away at what she had thought to be an impeccable sense of self-esteem. She has worked hard to craft this image for herself and now it is all falling apart. She could have just put on a longer show, just the Trix and no opener. She is so stupid. She should have thought of that earlier. A complete idiot. 

“You’re still mad at me.” 

“Two weeks. You haven’t called in two weeks.” 

“Because I knew that you were mad at me!” He accuses and not wrongly.

“Correct.” She confirms. 

“Well maybe I didn’t fancy getting yelled at.”

Icy rolls her eyes. “We’re several sentences in and I haven’t done it yet.” 

“But you’ve already insulted me at least twice. And you’ve got that tone.” 

“What tone, Darko!? What fucking tone!?” 

“You know the one.” He insists. “And you’re yelling at me now.”

“I know pixies that are less emotional and sensitive than you.” 

“Three times.”

“Three times?”

“You’ve insulted me three times now.” He pauses. “At least.” 

For the love of darkness! She should have just stayed on that bus and endured. Suddenly the sound of three songs playing over one another and the shouting seems quite soothing on the ears. “You’ve said something worth insulting three times now.”

“Ya know what?” Darko asks. “I’m done.” 

“Done?” She quirks a brow. 

“Done doing this.” 

“Then hang up the phone and call me back two weeks from now.” 

“I’m going to hang up the phone, Icy.” He replies. “But I’m not going to call you back. I don’t want you to call me again either.” 

She hears the phone click before she can get another word out. She curls her fingers more tightly around her phone, lest she chuck it clear across the rest stop. She picks up the bottle and finishes it off. By the time she sees fit to stumble her way back up the tour bus stairs, the drink has put a spin in her head. 

With any luck she’ll pass out relatively quickly, before the musical chaos can resume. 

Icy is not a particularly lucky person, the voices of Kyanite and Diamond follow her into the darkness. And she hears that horrid tangle of cutesy pop and dismal death rock in her dreamscape. 

It is the soundtrack to her suffering.

.oOo.

Why her? 

The question never seems to leave her mind these days. Everything she does is followed by that question. Why her? 

When she releases a new song. Why her?

When Valtor buys her a new dress to wear. Why her?

When she gets her paycheck and it is substantial. Why her?

When Valtor tells her that she is pretty—sexy even. Why her? 

She concludes that it is because she is easy—easy to manipulate and easy to exploit and he does so expertly. He tells her that it will be worth it in the end, that they just need to change one or two more things and then she will be perfect, and then she will be richer than she can imagine richer and well respected. A far cry for the loser in her high school yearbook photo. No one will be able to walk all over her ever again. 

No one but him. 

Today he has decided that her cheeks, the cheeks had only recently caressed and complimented are still too chubby for his liking, that the diets haven’t been working properly. He holds her head in his grasp and tilts it from side to side, humming and clicking in disapproval. “No, this won’t do at all.”

Kyanite’s stomach drops in unison with her head. 

“We’re trying to get rid of that innocent image of yours. That is terribly hard to accomplish when you still have this softness about you.” He pauses. “You have these doey eyes too. We might be able to fix that with makeup.”

“I don’t need surgery.” She mutters. She doesn’t want it either. 

Didn’t want it. The doubt is beginning to settle in. 

“It will only be this once.” He promises

“I can’t afford it.”

Valtor chuckles. “My treat, dear.” He pours himself a glass of white wine and stirs it so that the ice clicks and settles. “As usual.”

“What if it goes wrong?” She has seen pictures. Heard plenty of stories. Diamond’s friend…Kyanite shudders…Diamond’s poor friend. Those before and after photographs had haunted her for quite some time. Now and then it would be swapped out for one of the others that she and MeTor had browsed through as part of their vow to never cave to the pressure and get plastic surgery. They had all promised each other. A MeTor promise. 

She is no longer part of MeTor…

He waves her concerns away with a lazy hand gesture. “Then we’ll find someone who can do the job better and they’ll fix you right up.” He pauses for a sip. “But you won’t have to fret over that, my dear. I’ve booked you an appointment with the best.”

“You’ve already booked it!?” 

“Well we want you recovered before your next photoshoot. The sooner the better.”

“Right. Of course.” It is hard to choke the words out with such a large lump in her throat. She will be better after this, she tells herself. Valtor has only ever improved her. Has only ever lifted her to a higher point in life. And this is simply the next level. All of those photos showcasing swollen eyes and lumpy cheeks, they are the outliers. Uploaded for shock value and a means to deter girls like her. They don’t want to share their beauty. 

But Valtor wants her to be beautiful. 

And she wants to be beautiful. 

For him or for herself, she cannot tell…

And so she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She will get in the car and she will do it without complaint. Her hands are shaking and her stomach has skipped that gentle flutter, opting instead to feel downright queasy. But Kyanite is Valtor’s shooting star, his sun and moon. He wouldn’t open her up to something that would ruin her. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

Aside from ruining her friendships. 

And her sense of self.

[boreal-sea]

I'm watching Twin Peaks for the first time.

Pilot episode spoiler free thoughts: I am hooked. The characters are all really interesting and I want to know more and to watch all of them like ants. I want to put them in a jar and shake it up.

Pilot episode - liveblogging, full of spoilers.

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Lots of machinery ASMR and nature porn. Not sure what the show's about though.

Who is this sad person making sad eyes at the camera.

Hello fisher guy. Oh, a thing. Oh it's early spring, those tulips aren't up yet. Oh that's a whole body.

Lucy's gonna tell everyone. Oh boy he gets to use the siren!

Andy's got a big heart huh. Ope, they know her.

Hi lady (mom?), Laura's not coming down.

That kitchen is red.

Does David Lynch have a foot fetish?

Gross, don't spit dude.

"We're businessy businessmen doing business"

Is this Mr. Palmer? Yup. Also, there's the sheriff. Sarah knows what's up. Glad to see he cares about his kid tho. So often the businessy businessmen don't care about their kids.

Oh, I know this music! Now I know where it's from.

Ow, my ears.

Ah, Bobby. Here you are. You're a greaser huh? Ah, smoking and drinking, it's what Teens Do.

Idk if the acting is good or bad but I do believe Laura's dad's character is genuinely sad.

No really, does David Lynch have a foot fetish?

Bobby I want to hate you but you are very charismatic. Random screaming student. Everyone just seems to instinctively know Laura is dead.

Bobby was driving his third girlfriend home, he wasn't murdering anyone. Hey whoever this guy is, he's actually ensuring Bobby gets his rights, to a degree.

Everyone also seems to have really loved Laura. Like. It's almost creepy how much they all love her.

Oh, it's the music again.

Don't be sad, just get some drugs.

Oh, sad lady owns the mill. Josie Packard. Why is the other woman so mad?

Oh, that doesn't look like a good time, girl. Oh, she escaped.

It's Flattop greaser guy. He was in love with Laura too??

Hello eyepatch lady.

IT'S OUR GUY, RIGHT? The detective??? That's some sleazy music, he's gotta be a detective. He's very cheery.

Dale Cooper, FBI.

Huh. Dale, you're a bit of a snob. Also, you're annoying. Am I supposed to like you?

What is in this psych's ears?? Also, creepy, yuck.

Ew, Dale's going really far up there under that nail. Oh shit, a letter. Dale your face disturbs me.

Hey blonde boy, you don't tell Donna what to do. Heh, Ed's alright though.

Yeah, I'd also break the diary open, it's not like she's gonna write in it again. Hm, "J" is not Bobby. Day 26? Cocaine? Lockbox key? Mysteries abound. Also, chocolate bunnies.

I kinda love this cop who can't stop crying. Andy.

I don't think Bobby killed her. Wait, how was she studying at Bobby's house at 9:30 if her mom said she came home at 9? Lol using a calculator to type messages. "She wouldn't do that to me" hmm, do what? See "J"?

Audrey does what Audrey wants. *snort*. Audrey, you're great. Terrible, but I love you anyway.

Ooh, who said that line about the picnic earlier in the episode???

I guessed there'd be a reflection in her eyes.

Oh - it's flatop kid. He's the biker? But is he THE biker? And just cause he was the person behind the camera doesn't mean he killed or hurt them.

Oh, I've seen/heard "Fire walk with me" online before, didn't know it was from Twin Peaks!

Flattop has the other heart piece...

Seems that whole family is a bit... in need of help.

Ronette, who escaped, was a sex worker or something? In a skeezy magazine. Also a photo of trucker guy?

Ok Leo, your acting is kinda bad.

Oooh, Ed's getting it on with diner lady? Don't blame him. But meeting at the Roadhouse at 9:30? That's when flattop is gonna meet whatshername!.

Oooh she was his sister. That's why sawmill lady was so angry.

"Who's the lady with the log?" "We call her the log lady"

Mayor is senile, apparently. Dale, don't scare them all by saying the killer may be among them and then tell them not to start a witch hunt.

~oooh nighttime scary~

Hi, old man. Oh, Donna's relative of some kind. At least her sister(?) is gonna cover for her. Harriet. The bros are here to grab Donna but she's not there hehe. Blondie is Mike, got it. Heh. Harriet, that wasn't much of a cover. But Dad? Grandpa? I wouldn't have told THOSE losers she was missing, I would've said "She doesn't want to see your sorry asses".

Are you really gonna leave Hank? For Ed? Are you? Love this singer though. Ah, so the other bikers? greasers? don't like Mike and Bobby huh?

Oooh Joe's taking her to "James".

I'd turn off your lights if you're tailing, that's just me.

I do like how like, not-glorified this bar fight is. It's kinda lame actually.

So here's James.... oh, it's flattop. Oooh, so Laura WAS into sketchy stuff. And maybe Bobby killed someone? Aw, James. I don't think you killed her either. I might be super wrong, but hey. And it's the music again. It's fine, you can trauma bond and kiss to the music. Eey, Donna, that's a good plan to hide the necklace actually. If he's innocent.

Oh, I like that Dale already believes James didn't do anything.

Bobby that's a hell of a look on your face.

Aw, Donna's dad is a sweetie.

Bobby, you're so fucking weird. But apparently so is Mike, so whatever. Two peas in a pod. Also I don't like you anymore.

Ooh Mill owner lady and the sheriff are together, and the mill sister is planning some murder perhaps?

Uh, what? Was Laura's mom dreaming? Having a vision? Screaming for an unrelated reason?

(end of episode)

[shuchu]

im giggling at how most of the thirsts on ur thirst masterlist started from my asks 😭😭😭

my brain is simply to big and too full of horny thoughts

speaking of .... did u listen to vox's gamer bf asmr .... so good thought i was gonna die imagine getting upset at him wanting to be alone n playing his games so he overstimulates u to oblivion and kissing all over ur body to make up for it (๑>◡<๑)

or u know maybe he cuddles and kisses u nicely like a normal non horny person (￣^￣)ゞ　-🌸

listen, i ain't complaining ＞▽＜thank you for feeding me with all your ideas and horny thoughts ♡

& yes i did listen to his gamer bf asmr. the way he went down on us was hot ngl 🫦 the whole thing was chef's kiss

i mean- you know how vox is. mans be horny af too so like, don't think you're abnormal for being "too horny". it's just the hormones and natural human reactions. but yes, cuddles and kisses from milord sounds really nice ;w;

[theorbdotcom]

i've found a whole list i made of the unused unus annus video ideas that they discussed in one of the last videos. i don't remember the context for a lot of them but some are very funny. i particularly like "volcano?" and "fire house ?" cause i have absolutely no idea what they mean and i don't think i ever did considering the question marks. i also got lazy near the end, sorry. lastly, i found a screen recording i took of them singing the sound of silence (hello darkness my old friend)??? i have no idea what that was, why they did that, or why i saved it, but now you get to see it at the bottom of this post

okay without further ado, here are the unus annus video ideas they never used

parkour

claustrophobic (wrapping each other in rugs)

blacklight (in each others rooms)

watching ethan sleep

5 senses

guessing each other's wills

william osman how many licks (build lick machine)

asking youtubers what they've always wanted to do (and doing it, they post video and delete it with unus annus)

mark gets his nipple pierced if they don't reach 1 million subscribers in time

tattoos

making weapons for each other and dueling with them

500 v 2 paintball (500 fans vs mark & ethan)

stunt car driving

skydiving

bungee jumping (with pokimane)

preforming in a burlesque show (w/ vixen deville)

mark gets bit by bullet ant

how much criticism can ninja take (bullying ninja over the phone)

how many copies of fortnite can a bullet take (or elmo)

pressuring david dobrik to buy us a car

susan wojcicki lie detector

learn braille

drunk driving in go karts

forcing shane dawson to do a conspiracy video on us

cage diving

trivia phone drop

covered in bees (see bee keeper)

thermal dick camera to find eachothers kinks

boner pill olympics

laxative olympics

michael reeves does something fucked up

craigslist stylist

being each other's personal assistants

lemonade stand (set stand up across the street from kids lemonade stand)

head to head

using as seen on tv products

trying to trigger the adpocalypse

buying everything my dog touches (slavery? if they touch a person)

building a house of cards on chica

blood drive haunted house

super soaker enema

going to couples therapy

going to area 51

going to area 52

fuck machine thanksgiving

props pop up shop

paint the office with our bodies

get an office

the shining challenge (getting chased by axe "murder" through a maze)

youtuber prom (forced to bring youtuber date, 360 camera in between dancers)

youtuber speed collab

trying to make each other fall asleep

staying awake as long as possible

one hour movie challenge (1 hour to write, 1 hour to film)

eating like the rock for a day

parasailing

who can do it first (back tuck vs back full)

yoga on paddle boards

jujitsu

learning to ride a tandem bike (obstacle course)

mattress rafting (white water rafting or going down the stairs with a mattress)

tap dancing classes

doubles ice skating (w/ game grumps)

interviewing a pornstar

how many rubs does it take to go through skin

making each others fursonas

meet a mortician

going to marks storage unit

renting the most expensive airbnb

living like team 10 for a day

youtuber sleep over (after prom)

mark get waterboarded while ethan gets tickled

volcano?

how far can we get on birds (scooters)

youtuber graduation (for all the youtubers that never went to college)

asmr slime making

building gokarts (the down hill kind?)

getting a couples massage

surfing lessons

raccoon cafe

cuddling workshop

chainsaw carving

trapeze

curling lessons

becoming an entrepreneur

clown class

parkour class

meditation

speed dating

learning accents from a linguistics coach

fire house ?

saving each other from drowning

pizza delivery to fans

quicksand

darkness for 24 hours

geochashing

hello darkness my old friend

camp annus–kernville

mud wrestling

making realistic things (armchair/beanbag)

dog cone

glory hole

burying ethan in the sand

the perfect disguise

smelliest smells

gamble all the adsense

[princessbettina]

Birthday Surprise-part 2: Horatio Godkin x Arabella / Fem!Reader

Summary: It's a few months later after getting meeting and making it offical with Horatio Godkin. Your gal friends take you on a trip to Paris where Horatio discovers his true and secret feelings about you. When you return from the trip, Horatio and you decide to take things to the next level in your relationship

A/N: This is once again heavily inspired by Thomas Doherty's 'The Inventor's Apprentice' spicy Quinn audio / ASMR(ish) series he did a few months back. If you know... you know ;) ;)

I applogize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

*

A few months later… A lot of persuasion and convincing happened from my handsome king, who just so happens to be my boyfriend. But because of my eagerness and readiness for love, Horatio and I ended up buying the cottage together, in which he and I first met.

It was more of his idea, but still. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I'd be foolish to let that go.

Falling in love with Horatio Godkin was like an out of body experience in a way. He knows every element of romance and most definitely has the romance factor in him.

He always knew how to woo me, really sweep me off my feet, of course while being gentle. His kisses always tasted either of red wine or the goldest of honey. The way he grabbed hold of me as his hands either snaked around my waist or thighs, always winning my full, undivided attention as my breathing hitched.

That is something I've never experienced in a relationship romantically before and it had me desperately wanting more and more of it, and Horatio of course.

*

Making up for lost post belated birthday time, Shay had organized a girls trip for us and today was that very day.

Shay ended up getting a luxurious hotel room in Paris. Something I never expected but honestly was excited.

I was bummed however because I couldn't bring Horatio with me. It was a girls trip, which meant boys were not allowed. I really wish I could change the rules haha.

"These three days will go by real fast. And before we know it, we'll be back together again, right in each other's arms" I reassured Horatio, gently rubbing his arm for a moment.

Smiling softly at me, he anchored onto my arm while pulling me close to him just a bit.

"You go on, go have the best time, darling. I'll be right here waiting for you when you return" Horatio leaned into me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, my handsome king" I whispered softly to him as our heads touched.

"I love you too, my precious queen" Replied Horatio softly too and we quickly shared a kiss that I wanted to last forever.

After saying bye to my gorgeous boyfriend, and getting on the plane along with Shay, and Celeste and off to Paris we went.

*

The entire trip to Paris was incredible. The sights, the views, literally everything! Pretty much, the whole time there was spent by each of us doing spa and shopping spree days, and sightseeing the entirety of Paris.

Oh yeah! I Almost forgot to mention that Celeste and I kept in contact after the birthday cottage situation a few months back and are already the goodest of friends.

Celeste has a bubbly personality and she's always cheerful, can make you smile and laugh, and she's understanding and honest.

I love her and I'm so happy that we became good friends. And it's also wonderful how Shay and her became good friends too, we're all now like a happy trio of friends and I love that.

It was our last night in Paris. Celeste, Shay, and I were gathered together in the living room area in the hotel, painting each other's nails as the room was dimmed slightly with candles that flickered through the room.

"How's your Scottish lover doing, Ella?" Asked Shay, letting out a giggle or two. Instantly making me blush.

"He's doing great. We talked a little earlier and can't wait for when I return home. Horatio always knows how to send a shiver down my spine" I replied while sticking out my tongue.

Shay's eyes widened a little and squealed softly, "Oh my gosh! That is adorable. But you know what this means right?"

Only having a few ideas by what my best friend meant, I raised my eyebrow in slight confusion and giggled when Celeste chimed in too, joining the fun.

"Pleaseee tell me you know, sweetie!" She beamed with pleading eyes, while leaning toward me a little, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know? What do you two have in mind?" I asked, pretending not to know just to see their reactions.

"He's obviously going to want to make out with you and make love to you when you go back home" Celeste admitted while laughing softly and as her hand remained on my shoulder.

"She's right, bestie! I mean if you say that Horatio knows how to "send a shiver down your spine" that automatically means that he's in the mood and wants to take you away" Winked and giggled Shay as we all giggled simultaneously.

My face turned as red as a tomato at this point even though that's exactly what I knew that my friends were going to say.

"You two are so funny. I don't think that will happen...yet anyway. Would it really be a good idea for two people who literally are still getting to know each other, but yes are dating, to snog one another so soon?" I asked in a giggly tone.

"Come on, girl! You know you want that. It's not a bad idea at all" Chirped Celeste as she rubbed my shoulder.

"The way you've been talking about him, it almost seems like you're madly in love with this guy. I'd be surprised if making out with him wasn't on your list, just admit it already, bestie" Shay giggled and gently shook and nudged my other shoulder, opposite of Celeste.

Widening my eyes once more as my face grew hot again, making me cover my face with my hands as my mind screamed from the inside.

Once I calmed down, my two lovely friends and I finished our nails and let them air dry as we watched movies and ate snacks for the rest of the night.

"Oh! If that does end up happening, I'll be sure to let you two know!" I giggled while winking at them as they giggled too.

"We can't wait for that, girl!" Celeste smirked as Shay nodded her head in agreement.

*

Meanwhile, back at home. Horatio had been keeping busy by writing and journaling.

Lots and lots of journaling.

Writing about things that brought him joy and happiness. That includes me, but I didn't know that yet.

He was sitting in his office that he made in the cottage. His leg was crossed over his other leg and held a pen that had a light feather at the end of the tip of the pen. His elbow rested atop the table as he scribbled his thoughts on the paper in the neastest of cursive.

Horatio's pov in his journal

The private journal of me,Horatio Godkin.

Entry number 5:

"Two months have gone by. Two wonderful months that have been spent with a beautiful, exquisite, and soft to the touch young woman who I've gotten to know.

I thank whoever in the universe who brought her and I together. The incredible Arabella Bellamy. She's not like the others who have entered my life, and that's a good thing.

Arabella is independent, compassionate, funny, and completely full of life and love.

My heart had definitely been set on her from the first time we met, in a lovely cottage by accident but I always call it a good coincidence.

At this moment in time, my darling Arabella is gone. On a vacation with a few friends, for gals only as it is said. She deserves time with her friends. A time away from her life.

I can't wait to spend time together again. I miss my precious Arabella. In more ways than some.

I hadn't seen her, not truly seen her yet of what I had hoped for us to arrive in our relationship, as the photographic images of what I envision danced around and on the inside of my brain until that moment.

Like looking through a prism, dazzled by the kaleidoscopic images, the rainbow illusion coalescence until suddenly there's only her

As the beautiful, blossoming new found romance in which she and I have discovered, it has also made me discover my deepest darkest true feelings about her.

Nothing in my past, or future I wanted to keep hidden. I wanted her. I needed her. I dreamed of her taking me away, I wanted her to strip me, straddle me, laying me bare and plunder every part of me, for anything she wanted.

I wanted her to own me as I hope she felt the same way about me."

~end of entry

*

After a long but peaceful plane ride back home, Shay, Celeste, and I made it back from Paris.

It was really early in the morning when we got back, our plane was scheduled to leave at night via Paris time, which meant when we got back home in the states, it was already and about to be night / early morning here.

I had contacted Horatio before boarding the plane and after we landed, just to keep him up to date with everything.

He told me that he would keep a look out for me at our cottage and there for me when I come back, which already made me blush and my heart raced just thinking about it.

"Thinking about your lover over there, Ella?" Asked Celeste while taking a glance at me through the above rear view mirror in the car.

Glancing up at her while widening my eyes a little from the back seat of the car as the darkness from the outside came and passed through multiple times.

"Oh my goodness, can you hear my mind from the inside, Celeste?" I giggled as did she and Shay too.

"Don't worry, bestie! We're almost home and there you can let loose" Said Shay as she playfully winked at me, and then giggled more.

"Bestie woah! Haha. Can we all just stick to having a regular conversation for about one minute?" I playfully asked.

Shay and Celeste laughed with me and understood what I asked and that was exactly what we did, even all the way till we reached my house, excuse me, Horatio and I's house.

*

"Thank you for such a wonderful time and experience in Paris, bestie! I had a blast and I am super duper happy you were able to join us, Celeste!" I chirped while smiling the biggest smile.

"Aww why of course, bestie! Anything for you! I'm really happy that you enjoyed your time. We definitely need to head back again soon!" Replied Shay as she turned around to face me in the driver's seat, also smiling the biggest smile too.

Celeste turned to face me while sitting in the passenger's seat, smiling ear to ear, "I had a blast girlfriend! It was dreamy. The three of us need to do that again soon sometime!"

We all agreed and nodded our heads after what Celeste said. I then said my goodbyes and farewells after getting my suitcase from the car, with the help of my bestie, as Celeste stayed in the car but rolled down her car window.

Shay and I hugged and told each other that we'd text each other later and talk more throughout the day. The same was said with Celeste too.

Shay got back into the car with Celeste and patiently waited and watched me make my way inside before they drove away.

I took a few steps toward my lovely cottage home, my suitcase wheeled a few feet behind me atop the semi loud pebbles and rocks that rested below my feet, and suddenly I was stopped in my tracks when the click of the front door was heard and Horatio appeared.

*

I could feel my heartbeat faster, my face was becoming hot again, and a big smile splashed on my face, as did Horatio.

He quickly ran from the front door step and ran straight over to me and instantly wrapped his strong arms around me, bear hugging me and lifted me up off the ground a little as I hugged him back,and as I gently wrapped my legs around his waist and legs.

Spinning me around and swaying back and forth a little. Shay and Celeste watched the entire encounter, causing them to say cute and funny things out loud from where they were sitting in the car.

"Aww!!!" Was what echoed through my ears coming from my two girl friends. Causing Horatio and I to giggle as our foreheads gently rested against one another for a moment.

Still being held by Horatio as my back was now facing the girls, as Horatio stood behind, lifting his head up and waved while giggling more straight ahead at Shay and Celeste.

They waved back and then said bye to us again and drove off, finally letting Horatio and I have alone time again.

*

As we continued to stand still outside for a few minutes more, we engulfed in each other's love and company, whispering to one another, "I'm so happy that you're back, darling. I missed you so much!"

"I missed you so much too, love. I am really happy to be back with you!" I whispered back to him as he quickly pecked the tip of my nose.

"I hope you had a wonderful time" Horatio whispered as he kissed my cheek, causing me to blush.

I nodded my head slowly and kissed his forehead, "yes"

He nodded his head and hummed softly for a few moments while tightening his hold around me just a bit more. "Mmm that's good to hear, my love"

There was a silence for a moment but not for long, "I need you, Arabella. I want you Arabella" he whispered to me, but in a soft yet husky deep tone. Sending a shiver down my spine

"I'm all yours, Horatio. Instruct me on what I need to do, what you would like me to do" I replied softly as I gently rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thank you, my love. I will but first let's get you settled in first" Whispered Horatio as he quickly kissed my neck and then took us inside our cottage, quickly closing and locking the front door on the way in.

Thankfully, there wasn't that much I had to do like unpacking wise. I simply placed my suitcase to the side in Horatio and I's bedroom and then took off my shoes and jacket and then joined him on our shared bed.

We cuddled with each other for a few minutes. Horatio then slowly began to sit up, his hips nearly sitting atop of me as he rested his head on his hand.

"May I give you another massage, my darling queen?" He whispered as a smirk on his face appeared.

Smiling and giggling at his question, I immediately nodded my head and booped his nose, which made him giggle adorably.

"Of course you can, I live for your massages" I winked at him before leaning forward and pecking his lips.

Before I knew it, I was in his trance and only listened to him as his hands delicately moved up and down the surface of my back, immediately relaxing me as I closed my eyes and relaxed in his touch.

"Here I go, all the way up. As my fingers glide delicately across the skin on your neck" He whispered as his fingers did exactly that, causing me to flush on the inside once more.

Seconds after he did that, I wanted to step it up a notch, mainly for him and see what would happen. Make him feel the same way he made me feel.

One of my hands began to snake around from behind and gently rested atop his thigh, just barely reaching anything off limits, but hey, was that really the case?

Me doing that surprised him, but in a good way. His soft chuckle echoed through my ears and leaned towards me again, planting soft kisses on my neck.

Shortly after that, I turned my body around to face him fully, practically sitting in his lap at this point. Him and I both smiled at one another as he gently pushed me closer to him, his hand gently sprawled out on my back.

"Are you ready for this, my love?" He whispered softly as I again nodded my head,

"Yes I am. Are you?" I asked softly too. Horatio, tilting his head as he chuckled

"Always, my love! And don't worry, I'll be gentle. Or at least try to be haha" Horatio leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips, which I gladly kissed back.

The fun was unleashed and the adventure had just begun to unwind…

-end of part 2

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I hope you all enjoyed the read. I adore Thomas Doherty so so much and all of his tv and movie characters. Writing stories of and about them is something I've always loved and enjoyed to do. Writing a story of Horatio and turning it (the story) into a mini series was something I've always wanted to do, espcially after hearing those Quinn audios! They are *chefs kiss*.

I don't think there's any other Horatio fanfics on here or anywhere (please let me know if there are! I need more of him lol) I think it's cool that I might be the first writer of a Horatio fanfic. And I will see you in the next one <3

[cat-arsenal]

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2,249 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@asexual-levia-tan

@cottagecorexboy

@teddybasmanov

@cat-arsenal

@espressoth

I tagged 1,908 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#art - 465 posts

#redacted asmr - 407 posts

#video - 245 posts

#cool stuff - 172 posts

#thank you - 167 posts

#cute things - 153 posts

#animals - 150 posts

#people - 140 posts

#mac! - 111 posts

#legendary - 107 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#'i suck at tech' because i do and i was editing my tumblr and getting frustrated so i deleted half the stuff and changed the title to that l

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Not to request something from my own list but if you’re interested: maybe the dialogue prompt “You don’t need to fit into anyone else’s ideas or expectations. You’re you and that’s perfect.” With Huxley :)

Transmasc Huxley x Transmasc Reader CW: Discussions of gender dysphoria, body image issues and anxiety, mentions of gender-affirming procedures

You open the door for Huxley, who greets you with a grin.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Hi, Hux,” you say with a matching smile.  “Can we hug?”

“Hell yeah!  Bring it in.”  He hugs you, warm and tight and perfect.  “I love your hugs,” he sighs.  “You ready to head out?”

“Almost.  I just need to check my outfit one more time?”  He sobers a little.

“Of course, man.  Do what you need to do.”

“Thanks.”  He follows at a distance as you shuffle into your room, adjusting your clothes and hair in the mirror.  You’d felt good about everything earlier, but now it’s time to leave, you’re uncertain.  You pull your shirt down, fidget with the waist line, try to look like you’re just checking your outfit and not your entire body.  Do you need a haircut?  Do your shoulders look wide enough?  Hips too wide?  You smooth your hand over your chest fretfully, thoughts becoming dark and frayed--

“Hey.”  Huxley’s gentle voice cuts through the static, and you feel like you can breathe again.  “I can see you freaking out.  Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shrug helplessly.  “It’s the same old stuff.  Worried I look too femme.  Worried someone’s gonna know and maybe try to start something over it.”

Huxley approaches slowly, raises a hand carefully so you see him coming.  “Can I touch you?”  You nod, and he presses one of his big hands to your cheek, effectively holding your whole jaw.  “Listen to me, okay?  You don’t need to fit into anyone’s ideas or expectations.  You’re you and that’s perfect.”  He kisses your nose, smiling when you laugh.  “You look amazing.  And nobody’s gonna start anything while I’m with you.”

You press close to him, feeling his strong body, thinking of the times he’s been shirtless with you and let you touch him; let you feel his muscles, trace his scars, including the neat ones from top surgery; remember how he told you that his body and strength are for you.

Your ears are hot, tears pricking at your eyes when you kiss him.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

“I love you, too, babe.  We don’t have to go out, you know?  We can just hang here if you want.”

You smile, already feeling much better.  “No, I wanna go out.  I don’t always get the chance to show off a cute outfit and a cute boyfriend.”  He ducks his head, bashful but pleased.  “But maybe we can make it a short outing.  Come home early and cuddle, maybe?”

“Fuck yeah.”

52 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

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55 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

I’m fine. I’m fine and normal and definitely not playing Damien’s “yes! yes, yesyesyes” in my head on repeat I’m FINE

56 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

Imperium!Lasko: (Huxley) is very good at what he does. In every regard...

Us: ...Y'all fuckin'?

58 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The way Lasko says “ohh” when Gavin calls him “good boy” like if you agree

163 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

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All these videos on tiktok of asmr massages and facials are making WANT one

Idc if its a back massage, a head/scalp massage, a neck massage, a fuckin full body massage

Actually- scratch that. I want the whole thing, the whoollle package

Full body massage + a facial

My GOD that sounds HEAVENLY