#don't mind the ramblings just go listen to the music alright

[rapha-reads]

Been listening to a playlist of Julia Boutros (with some Hiba Tawaji) for a couple of hours now and gods, ya rab, her voice makes me FEEL. Like, all the feels. I only understand half the lyrics and only when I really focus, because Lebanese Arabic is not my strongest Arabic dialect (still, better than Egyptian), but even without the meaning, I get it. I get it.

And maybe it's because I've finally taken a decision, I have finally decided that going home to stay with my father up there in our mountains, for as long as it takes me to start feeling like myself again, to stop feeling like I'm constantly breaking at the seams, is not an admission of weakness but rather an acceptance of the healing and the step back I need to take for my own sake, but these past few months, hearing Arabic (and Tamazight) always leaves my heart feeling extra raw.

And when it's Arabic in music, with extremely gorgeous voices like Julia Boutros, Dana Salah, Amal Murkus, Elyanna, Shireen, Samira Said... Music truly is magic.

[akanemnon]

Normally, I'm not the type to send an ask (I'm not particularly active on Tumblr, so it feels a little weird sending a msg over), but the comic has been an inspiration for me for months now (and this week's one has really hit the feels! xD) and I figured it wouldn't hurt, especially when I've been through the ringer a couple of times recently myself.

I hope you heal well on your hiatus, I've had a good relationship with taking walks in [personally significant location] whenever I need to cool off, or if I'm at home I just listen to the same music on loop until I fall asleep. (Not that all stressors have those as good counters, but still, whatever works.)

I don't want to ramble too much (a bit late for that, I know), so my point is: well wishes your way and all that!

On a lighter note, I also hope Chara's doing alright because they clearly were also impacted by the abort-geno run if that expression is any indication...

Thank you so very much guys. It's kinda hard for me to properly express all my gratitude, but I really mean it when I say it means a lot to me.

I will definitely use that break wisely. Also because I didn't completely recover from my cold and now it's back with a vengance.

EDIT: was at the doctor's today, turns out I got a FUCKING BRONCHITIS

Little fun fact about that panel with Chara specifically:

In the first draft of the script Chara was supposed to look back over their shoulder at Frisk with an angry and disappointed expression. And Frisk used to say "Chara has become a lot angrier since then. I don't blame them".

But after thinking more deeply into it, with the whole counter thing that Chara does for the Player, it made more sense for Chara to be disturbed by themself going along with it and even encouraging it. It ties into their change of mind regarding their own plan way back when.)

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Typical Day For a Bouncer

I'm Joey, a security guard at a night club down the street. I got the job because I'm a big ex-rugby player, but I've kept it for so long because I'm good at handling people. I can't tell you how many underage idiots try to sneak in here. It takes patience, grit, and a keen eye to keep the troublemakers out!

Like any other Friday night, the club is packed tight and a line of impatient patrons stretches down the street. I've gotten good at telling people "no," in a way that makes them listen, so they have no choice but to calmly wait until I feel like checking their ID and letting them in.

Every now and again, I'll have some fools try to sweet talk their way in. Girls try to flirt, guys try to bribe, but the biggest assholes make a scene. It's nothing I can't handle.

Just last week, I had this entitled brat come up to me and demand I let him in. The boy couldn't have thought I'd believe he was twenty-one. He wasn't even in line! I don't remember what I did to get him to shut up, but he kept hammering on and on about his skills with hypnosis. I remember listening to that kid ramble about the voodoo of the mind for what felt like forever.

I don't remember kicking him to the curb, though. He probably got tired and went home.

"Hey, buddy!" a familiar voice squeaks over the music. I roll my eyes, preparing myself to say no yet again.

"Oh, it's you," my deep voice catches in my throat. The kid from last week is standing in front of me once more, ignoring the line of adults to his left. In his ratty sweatshirt and baseball cap, he doesn't look any older than eighteen. Still, the sight of him unlocks a memory I somehow had forgotten. "Hello, sir!" I call back, remembering him as my closest and most respected friend. How could I've forgotten that this boy was my best friend I call sir?

"You gonna let me in, big guy?" A devious grin spreads across his boyish face.

"Of course, sir."

There are a few angry comments from the people waiting in line. I can't imagine they're happy to see this guy ushered into the club before them. Normally, I have a strict policy against VIP treatment. I think everyone should have to wait in line like equals, but sir is great. He can come and go whenever he wants!

"Hey, why don't you take a break from the front and buy me some beers," the boy yells over the roar of the music.

I leave the entrance and start pushing my way through the crowd in the direction of the bar. I probably should've warned the other bouncer that I was taking a break, but my feet were carrying me away before I knew what was happening. The other guard knows what he's doing, but he's still pretty new here. I'm sure he'll be fine.

The bartender gives me a can of light beer, and I hustle it back to the boy on the dance floor. People tend to get out of the way when they see a giant security guard coming through, but the place is so jammed packed that I have to press against several sweaty partiers on the way over.

"Your beer, sir," I say, flinching at the meekness in my voice.

"What the hell is this?" he whines when he sees the drink, "This is crap. Get me the good stuff, and buy a lot of it!" The kid tossed the open can at my broad chest, and the cheap beer splashes across my uniform.

"Yes, sir."

I march back to the bar with a clenched fist, and grab a tray, ordering the barback to fill it up with the more expensive bottles of beer. He glances at my soaked shirt and pants, but averts his eyes the second he sees my less-than-friendly face.

That boy is my best friend. I respect him greatly, but goddamn is he infuriating. How did I even become close to someone so immature? I pacify myself, and carry the tray back over to the kid.

"That's better," he snorts and takes a sip of the premium drink while I stand there to make sure he likes it this time.

"Alright, sir," I begin, thinking about the twenty minute break I've been taking, "I need to get back to work."

"No you don't!" the boy interjects.

"I..." the words fumble in my mouth, "...well, I don't need to, but I should, sir."

"Tell your boss you're done for the night. Then go wait by my car. You can guard it!"

"Yes, sir," the words come out before I even know what I've agreed to.

Before I know it, I'm marching into the back office and calmly telling the club owner that I'm taking the night off. He's pissed, but I'm his most reliable employee, so he doesn't fire me. I can tell he's not happy, though. He looks like he'd take a swing at me if I weren't two feet taller than him and a hundred pounds heavier.

"You make a great watchdog!" the teenager laughs as he comes stumbling out of the club.

Something about him brings a scowl to my face. It might be the way he referred to me as an animal, or it might be the way he's staring at me like I am an animal. Maybe I'm just irritated from standing by this parked car in the cold for the last two hours, but this boy is getting on my nerves.

"No one has bothered your car, sir," I report.

"Good, boy," he slurs and then reaches a gangly arm to pat the top of my head. I can smell the distinct earthiness of the beer I'd bought wafting out with his breath.

Every muscle in my body tenses up, as I try my best to restrain myself. Sir is my best friend. I respect him. I do what he says. I shouldn't get this worked up by him making a little joke at my expense. It's perfectly fine for him to tease me a little since I trust him completely. I know all this.

"Still think hypnosis is fake?" he asks, bringing his wet lips uncomfortably close to my own.

"Sir?" my brow furrows, unsure why he's bringing up that crap again.

"Well, it's real, and you're hypnotized."

I stifle a groan, "Sir, you've had a lot to drink..."

"The only thing I'm drunk on is power!" he yells, smashing a bottle on the sidewalk for effect, "I've got you like a trained dog; that's how good of a hypnotist I am! Let me prove it."

I was pissed. I was livid. Sir had mocked and insulted me repeatedly. It was a bad idea for anyone to pick on me, especially someone a third of my size! Nevertheless, the boy has all my faith, so I kept my mouth clamped shut.

He told me to kneel, and I grunted, "Yes, sir." I already had beer all over my clothes, so what's a little mud on the knees of my pants? It was better to just keep him happy, but that didn't mean he had hypnotized me.

"Keep your arms raised, like you're worshipping me," he went on.

"Yes, sir."

My arms went up. I'll admit this was a bit more strange, but I still trust and respect the teenager enough to comply. That doesn't say anything about my state of mind.

"Alright, now stay like that until I come back," he laughs, "I'm going to get a snack, but if anyone walks by, I want you to bark at them like the hypnotized guard dog you are!"

"Yes, sir," I answer, hearing the hoarseness in my voice.

As the boy stumbles away, I find myself stuck in the position he'd left me in: on my knees, in the cold, with my arms raised in compliance. I'm doing this willingly, right?

Time creeps by uncomfortably slow as I silently wait next to his car. Suddenly, I hear footsteps nearby. A wave of barks burst out of my throat, and I find myself growling like a territorial mutt in the direction of the pedestrians.

Now I'm acting like a dog!

Sir doesn't come back for another hour, which leaves me to viciously snap at numerous other passerby. They seem terrified, which makes sense. They probably think I'm insane! I'm beginning to wonder if I'm insane too.

I respect that boy more than anyone even if I only met him once, a week ago. I really would do anything he told me too. Is that strange? It's not like me to be so...obedient. I'm the kind of guy that normally tells people what to do, so why am I doing this?

There's no way...it's not possible...I can't actually be hypnotized, right?

"Good, boy," he pulls off my cap and ruffles my hair, "Now, be a good dog and drive me to your house. I might fall asleep on the way there, so you'll have to carry me inside to your bed. If you do good, I'll give you a special treat." He licks his lips and reaches a scrawny hand out to squeeze my tired pec.

"Yes, sir," I answer, jumping up to do his bidding, but I can feel that the words aren't really mine.

Shit. I think he's right. I think I am hypnotized.

[savannahsdeath]

hi!! how’re you??? can you write something about drunk Ellie?? in my head she’s a totally loser lol

plus: i love your account 😭 thank you for feeding my passion for Ellie 🥲🫶

hi sweetheart!! im alright, better than usually even.. and thank you ahh youre so nice anon🫣‼️ anyways, warnings: slightly suggestive, throwing up, obviously alcohol and.. i think thats all. also i imagine it more as college!ellie since i think older ellie would rarely drink + only drink to cover up her sorrows;(( i hope you guys get what i mean..

drunk!ellie who can't drink alone or she'd completely pass out. either you or dina have to tell her when to stop, though 'telling her' doesn't really work. the only option is to just take the alcohol out of her sight.

drunk!ellie who becomes a full-time shit talker. she'll be so mean, but right, you're scared what she might think of you. of course, no one really takes her too seriously, since every insult leaving her mouth is slurred and... immature. in moments like that, you always bring up people you hate and listen to her rambling about every little pathetic thing about them. she can go on like that for minutes, hours even, and it's like music to your ears.

drunk!ellie who wants to make out with you so so badly. she forgets you're 'just friends' and her big, huge crush on you starts showing as she gets all touchy with you. when you or anyone else calls her out, she of course refuses to admit it and insists that she isn't doing anything (her hand rubs your inner thigh, moving higher and higher each second).

drunk!ellie who blames everything on jesse or dina. someone threw up? dina, of course. someone drank your father's liqueur, which was supposed to stay untouched? she saw dina emptying the bottle and tempting jesse, as if they're adam and eve. someone broke a vase? she saw jesse accidentally pushing it with his elbow.

"but ellie, i saw you—"

"y—yeah! he pushed me and um— yeah. jesse... it's his fault, i s—swear." and it almost seems she believes her own lie, though it doesn't seem so convincing to the rest of you.

drunk!ellie who starts doing the most random things ever. board games, rubik's cubes (even though she never managed to solve it without watching a step by step tutorial), and don't even let me start on puzzles— if she finds a set, she'll have a goal for the rest of the night - completing them, even if they have thousands of pieces. the point is, she never succeeds. her vision is too dizzy and her head is spinning too much, she can't find two fitting pieces at all.

drunk!ellie who keeps telling everyone random funfacts or the most impossible to happen thoughts.

"did you guys know that snails can sleep for three years? man, lucky motherfuckers. i hope i'll be one in my next life."

you don't even start on how they're slow, how people stomp on them all the time or how their lives are simply boring. you know nothing will change her mind.

"hear me out... what if—" she's so invested she has to make a dramatic pause. "this room just exploded. like, right now."

drunk!ellie who falls asleep snuggled up with you, drooling on your chest and unintentionally moving her hand in a way that slides your shirt upwards, but you don't fix it and enjoy the view of your loser best friend being so adorable and quiet once in her life. jk shes always adorable

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[meo-eiru]

Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!

This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.

I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3

He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.

I'm not horny. You are.

Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)

Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER

I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down

Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically

THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT

[boopshoops]

C'mon now, we don't HAVE to stick to one set genre. Music is about self expression!~ ...Though I wouldn't be against one-upping some competition.

Yuu Shi is strutting on down to debut as a vocalist and backup dancer for GLOWCHAIN! With eccentric flare and powerful vocals, she's here to push the boundaries of EDM and pop to new heights. After all, if it isn't experimental, it isn't her.

Part 2

Ragu Music Week is a fanevent by @raguiras!!! :D

Set to home screen: Mic check, one two!~

Groovification: ???

Home transition 1: Day three of asking Allen to let me join Hazard, no such luck as of yet. Is this how Epel feels about Savanaclaw? Maybe a bribe would work...

Home transition 2: Ohh I just love this boa! It's so cute and fluffy! Come here and touch it, it's so soft that I could use it as a pillow.

Home transition 3: No need to worry much about your performances, hon, I'll make sure to outperform you regardless! You can take that as a promise and a threat.

Home transition/Groovification: ???

Tap home 1: You think I'm getting a bit competitive over this? Hmm, Maybe, maybe. Well, this is finally my chance to show off my prowess! I didn't go to performing arts school for nothing.

Tap home 2: I'm able to keep up with Vil fine enough, but after the chaos that was VDC, I'm beginning to feel bad for my other group members... but not bad enough! Let's go again!

Tap home 3: No, no, no- That's not it. Your movements aren't big enough! You need to gesture enough for the whole crowd to see. Remember, the people in the back row want a show too. You need to hold out your arms like so!

Tap home 4: As much as I enjoy an organized, set performance, I much prefer to go with the flow. I want to get the whole audience involved in ways you haven't seen before, you know? Make it feel more authentic? It'll leave a lasting impression of me in their minds!... Oh, and the rest of GLOWCHAIN, of course.

Tap home 5: Hahaha! What, am I towering over you in these heels? Should I kneel down, is that what you'd like? What? I'm just teasing!

Tap home/Groovification: ???

Home after login: As much as I love this outfit, I could do with a little less sparkle... When the stage lights hit me and the other members, I can't help but feel like a damn disco ball. What do you think?

ALRIGHT RAMBLING TIME. Yuu shi is having a hard time abandoning her instruments for GLOWCHAIN. Therefore she takes every chance she can to be petty about it and be another headache for vil (sorry bbg). She is very jealous of Hazard/Riff due to this- but she's not letting that stop her from trying to outperform other groups or even vil himself.

As for music- I did a lot of research into KPOP i never had before KJGDSBKGJSD and I think mamamoos vibe fits Yuu Shi very well!

also I listened to the inspiration playlist, saw lady gaga, and blacked out

Charli XCX fits her more experimental style too- its her way of pushing the boundaries of the genre

KIMPETRASKIMPETRASKIMPETRAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for dancing- ive had Royal Family brain rot lately. THEY ARE SO TALENTED AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Theyre flowy, energetic, fast paced moves fit yuu shi very well imo!!! Though she would definitely need a lot more practiced to be as organized as them sob. 3:25 in particular drives me insane:

OK RAMBLING OVER TAG TIME

@lowcallyfruity @skriblee-ksk @kitwasnothere @cecilebutcher @justm3di0cr3

@thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @the-trinket-witch @techno-danger @scint1llat3

@beneathsakurashade @twsted-canvas @qsoap @prince-kallisto

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[razzellyn]

A little something while you wait, also this one is a bit short :0 (notes in the end?)

Cuddles!!

No tricks this time!! Just fluffy cuddle session!!!

MCB

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Blue Cop

• A bit sheepish at first but definitely a cuddle bug after he relaxed onto it. It helps him release his stress! He'll need lots of cuddles after every battle please!!

• Blue Cop will be embarrassed though when someone else sees the two of you cuddling each other. It's an intimate moment for him, thank you very much.

• Definitely snuggles onto you. Like really onto you. He likes cuddles. Give him cuddles. Cops need to relax too!

Mega Trucker

• Definitely against the idea at first, thinking it's corny or whatever. But when you did drag him to cuddle with you, let's just say he's in love.

• Doesn't care if anyone sees him. In fact, he'll brag about having cuddled up with someone. You also find he likes playing with your head! Your hair if you're human, finials if you're a bot.

• Cuddles with background music. Loud background music. I hope you can stand ear-bleeding music to cuddle with.

Mega Ambuler

• Surprisingly he's not hesitant about cuddling with you. Who would've thought the Stoic Mega Ambuler would want to be comforted?

• You. That was proven when he quickly sagged down while nuzzling you. Literally all of his tense-ness gone. Will lock you in a tight hug.

• One of the best cuddler there is. He's tangled with you. He might sleep here and there mid cuddle session so don't be disappointed, alright?

Phoenix Fire

• Oh no you didn't invite him to cuddle, he's two steps ahead of you. In fact he's cuddling you already as i speak. Hugging your body close to him while he rambles on about whatever happened today.

• Please listen to him when rambling. I know it's going to be a bit boring sometimes but just listen, alright? You don't even gotta indulge him in a conversation he's happy nonetheless.

• Talks himself to sleep a lot. Might take a while to get used to. Oh and you're not leaving his grasp any time soon. If he sleeps while cuddling you, you sleep too!

Shadow X

• Will tease you about it before cuddling too. Tease him back while he teases you? He's cool. Tease him when he was cuddling you? Nuh uh.

• Would definitely end up laying on top of you. Literally a gremlin, he bites on your arm jokingly. Yet he doesn't have a mouth (He pretends he does).

• Please put effort in cuddling him. Sometimes he feels like a burden to the team, and cuddling usually helps calm his mind. Yes. Cuddle him. Now!!

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Hii!!! Sorry I've been inactive

I'll work on your requests but it will take time! Please be patient

Also I'm not feeling too good at the moment.

Idk why but i feel sad about something outside of my control so, yeah

Sorry though, considering that this account is less active than I'd like now

Oof.

[azuralnguyendd]

Suave Sweetheart

Gift for @leilohsstupidgaystuff : Thank you for letting me turn your idea into reality!

And I'm also going to tag the two people in this user's comment section who so badly wanted a fic about their incredible idea: @andr33yy and @icarusredwings , I hope you two would enjoy this fic! And if you don't, I am severely sorry!

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/leilohsstupidgaystuff/772865013677424640/i-think-charles-flirts-with-everyone-really-smoth?source=share

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My brother is now finally a professor, Raven thought, Surely he must have some professionalism now and focus on his work. That would seem to be the case, but some things don't always work out in one's favour.

He had gotten drunk to celebrate the day that he became a teacher - or professor - and had flirted with girls, and still he continues to do so. Raven is tired of this, but she can't find a way to stop Charles from doing so. The man is like a mind-reader, for crying out loud, he basically can read their body language and tone of voice to pick out the right things to say.

Charles was very happy when Raven became a teacher two months after him, and he even hosted a little party with all their friends. But still, when everyone was tipsy or very drunk, he went off to flirt with the women around there. She has asked Hank to drive him home early, and he agreed; she really didn't want to see her brother flirting at her celebration party.

Today is really no different; The crisp of early autumn air was cool at night, blowing yellowing leaves down onto the road and pavement. The night is quiet, the kind of peaceful silence, but in the establishment which Raven and Charles are in isn't silent in the slightest.

Raven sits across the bar, drinking her peach cocktail and just staring pointlessly at the crowd and Charles. He has picked up another conversation with another girl, complementing her eyes, hair, clothes and mostly whatever he could. It's unfair, really, him flirting with girls like that and never once has he paid much attention to his own sister.

Raven sighs and looks at the clock on the wall, and the time reads 10:30pm in the dim light; Raven looks back at Charles and scoffs. She stands up and walks towards her brother. Of course, she can always just send him a text - he always checks his phone - but he seems too caught up in the conversation to even pay attention if his phone buzzed or not.

She pat Charles's shoulder to get his attention, but he waves her away for a moment before actually turning to listen to her. "It's late, Charles, let's get home." Raven said loudly over the sound of chatter and music.

Charles squints his eyes and nods a few times before turning back to the lady, smiling and excusing himself. Raven leads her tipsy brother out of the establishment and calls themselves a cab. Charles stands beside her rambling about the lady, who has some kind of genetic mutation relating to her eyes. What is that called? Heterochromia? Psh, whatever.

Raven can't stand that, the flirting; she can't stand just hearing Charles talk about random women and their uniqueness all day long. Alright, so Charles is a lady's man, she understands that because her brother is an attractive young man. But all this constant, pointless wooing always gets on her nerves.

When the cab arrives, Raven pushes Charles gently inside and gets in after him. The drive home was quiet, with Charles dozing off to sleep more than twice; Raven places her head against the window and looks out to the streets, watching as the same car passes by then each time. It might not be the same car, but they are all black and indistinguishable.

Secretly, she wishes that someday Charles would just stop being so unprofessional, but then again, she'd like to see if there was anyone om this planet that could possibly mess with Charles's impeccable flirting skills. Raven perks up at her idea, but to be honest, it was one she hasn't even thought of thinking before.

She turns to Charles and shakes him a bit to snap him out of it. It takes a few times, and during the short moment, she tries to remember the many type of women that Charles has flirted with, but she couldn't. Charles stirs and mumbles, shifting in his seat and trying to get away from the source of disturbance.

Charles rubs his eyes and looks over to his sister, who was apparently still wide awake. "Yeah? We're home already?" Charles yawned and stretches a bit, hitting his hand on the car's roof.

"No Charles, not yet." Raven chuckled a bit, smiling in the dark. "Just need you awake first." Raven turns away and goes into her phone. They are about to start their first class by tomorrow, and Raven is quite excited and nervous about it; she isn't the greatest with children and can get angered easily, but she can always try.

Charles, on the other hand, is very great with younger people. Everyone seems to look up to him as the perfect teacher, and Raven has to lurk in her brother's shadow. She really doesn't mind that much, but the thoughts of being overshadowed by Charles and overwhelmed with expectations are very... Well, depressing and pressuring.

Raven opens her phone and scrolls through some announcements for tomorrow. Classroom assignments, timetables and break schedules for all the teachers. She has received hers and early next morning she will show Charles his.

When the siblings got home, she pays the driver and helps Charles inside. He lays down on the couch - more like fall on it - and falls fast asleep. Raven sighs again and gives her brother a kiss on the forehead like she's taking care of her younger sibling when they're sick.

Raven goes to her room and changes out of her clothes, which reek of alcohol, throwing them into the hamper for tomorrow. She flops down on her unnaturally soft bed and rolls over to pull the covers up. Well, can't wait to meet other teachers tomorrow. Hopefully none of them are rude or too egocentric and overconfident.

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Raven wakes up early and finds that Charles was always up. She dresses in a formal but simple white button up and skirt, then heads downstairs. Charles was dressed similarly, and he was trying his darnest not to get his shirt dirty.

"Morning, Charles." Raven greeted as she sits down at the table and eats her breakfast. Charles looks up and beams her a smile, greeting his sister.

Breakfast goes on as normal, with Raven sharing Charles's schedule to him and the classes he would be teaching. Charles is excited and he keeps rambling on about how many new friends and students he'll be able to meet. Raven giggles at her brother's cheerfulness, and in return he teases her that maybe she'll be able to find a boyfriend there.

"That's unprofessional, Charles!" Raven hits him playfully as she stands up and puts her dish in the sink. It can wait until they get home.

"Oh come on! I want to be able to see you being happy with someone! I mean, you have to stick by your boring brother all day, could use some other company." Charles said as he goes to do the same.

He grabs his bag and Raven's, then proceeds to go outside to the car. Raven follows behind and gets into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt as Charles starts up the engine.

They drive to the school in comfortable silence. Raven texts Hank on the way, telling him they'll meet him in the faculty room in about fifteen minutes. Hank agrees and has even told her that he and Alex want to introduce the siblings to someone.

At red light, Raven shows Charles the text and he skims over it quickly. Charles smiles and continues driving, but his knee keeps bouncing uncontrollably as if he was a kid waiting to get to their favorite theme park.

§

Raven enters the faculty room and was met with Hank waiting for Charles and her by the door. Hank's face brightens and greets Raven and Charles, ushering them further into the room.

Alex and Sean were talking quite cheerfully to s figure that is obscure by their bodies. "Alex, Sean, Raven and Charles are here!" Hank called out and the two men stop their conversation with the stranger.

Alex speed-walks over to Charles to give him a pat on the shoulder. "Nice to see you again, professor! Come, we got someone to introduce you to!" Alex slightly teased Charles by his title. Alex basically drags Charles over by his forearm to meet this new person. The older man chuckles a bit as the younger drags him, being very insistent that they meet each other now.

"Hello, sir! It's nice to meet you." Charles greeted the man, raising his hand to give the man a handshake. When his hand met Charles's, Charles feels that his grip is quite firm, but also at the same time a little hesitant.

"It's nice to meet you too. I am Erik Lehnsherr." The man introduced himself, giving Charles one firm shake then releasing it. His voice, as much as Raven can hear, is quite low and raspy, but overall not too rude sounding.

Raven watches from afar next to Hank as the two talks and familiarize themselves with each other. It is nice to see Charles meeting a new person that he'll actually be seeing more often than an hour; Hank goes back to talk to Alex, leaving Raven to her own thoughts.

Now that she thinks about it, Charles's demeanour has changed a bit. Raven couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she doesn't give much mind to it. Maybe Charles was just a little intimidated by Erik and wanted to express his respect for the older man.

Raven joins Hank and Alex in their conversation, talking about nothing in particular until they have to separate to go to their respective classes. Raven enjoys the rest of her day, teaching actual respectful students and even giving some of them gifts for being active in the learning process.

When it is time to leave for home, Raven sees that Charles is quite deep in his own thoughts so she offers to drive. Charles didn't speak a word during the drive home, only giving short answers when Raven asks him about today's classes.

Well, maybe Charles is overwhelmed by the environment here, he'll be fine the next day, she's sure of it.

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A/N: Thank you very much for reading this first part of "Suave Sweetheart"! I only planned for this fic to have 3 parts, but if I feel like making more, I'll update on that!

Anyways, thank you for reading again and have a nice day/night!

[tat3sbbg]

Reader meeting Tate for the first time

Tate Langdon x soft fem! reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Slight NSFW? Kissing, if that counts?

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You had this old, crusty, dusty, musty Ouija board that you found in your basement when you moved in. You never thought you would actually use it, though, until now.

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The basement stairs creaked under your feet as you walked down the stairs. Today was the day. You would finally use that old Ouija board in the basement. You weren't scared of it, in fact, you were infatuated. Much like your parents were with this creepy house.

Your parents were always huge horror fans and you were the timid, shy, soft girl who wasn't scared of horror, either. Much to everyone's surprise. Your room was pink, and most of everything you wore was pastels. Although, your music taste was mixed. Your two favorite artists were Lana Del Rey and Nirvana, quite a contrast. While we're on the topic of music, both your parents listened to 80's and 90's everything. You'd grown a tolerance for it.

A big confusion for you used to be the decision to keep it, or get rid of it. All until you noticed something coming into your room every night, or someone. You'd moved in 2 months ago, and it had been happening the entire time. You had to find out who or what this thing was. The first thought in your mind just happened to be to use that Ouija board.

Here you were, sitting down on the floor of your room, with the Ouija board. You breathed deep, and settled your hands on the planchette, and got going.

"Hello, I'm Y/N. I live here, in this room." You exclaimed, nervous as hell.

You watched as the planchette moved to the word, "Hello." At least they were polite.

"What's your name? Are you a boy or girl?" You bombarded the strange what you assumed was a ghost with questions.

You watched as the planchette moved yet again. I-M T-A-T-E, I-M A B-O-Y. You wrote each letter down, keeping one hand on the planchette. I'm Tate, I'm a boy. A boy? You had talked to many, but were ashamed to admit you were still a virgin (they get wet sooo easily). You had to come up with more, weirder questions. Just for funsies.

"How big is your dick? And will you ever actually come out and say hi to me? I wanna see you." You whined, blushing at your questions.

As if he was there all along, the boy appeared right in front of you, sitting across with his hands on his lap.

"Hi, I'm Tate." He said.

He was actually cute. You were taken aback, the music playing in the back seeming silent.

"Are you alright? What are you listening to? I used to live in this room, y'know." He rambled, standing up and walking to your phone to see what was on.

"U-Um, L-Lana Del Rey, yeah I'm fine. Just kind of surprised that you're not a scary ghost." You admitted.

Tate smiled. He looked around your room, picking things up and observing them. But his eyes kept wandering to you. For a minute, his eyes stayed on you, travelling up and down. He was observing you.

"You're really pretty. And...I don't know, cute? Everything in here is pastel. What other music do you listen to?" He asked, rambling once more.

You were taken aback. He acted like he'd know you forever. And you guessed he had. He'd probably been watching you for weeks now. You stood up with him, sitting on your bed and staring at him. It was your turn to study him. Blonde curls, deep brown eyes, tight black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. GRAY SWEATPANTS. You didn't dare look at his crotch. He cocked his head, obviously waiting for an answer to his previous questions.

"I also listen to Nirvana? I listen to others, but I rarely listen to anything other that Lana and Nirvana." You noticed he widened his eyes then smiled.

"You don't look like the type of girl to listen to Nirvana. You definitely look like a Lana Del Rey girl. I love Nirvana." He reciprocated a love for Nirvana. Wow.

You smiled. You really didn't look like the type of girl to listen to Nirvana, but you did. He was right about you. He stared for 20 seconds before either of you said anything.

"Can I touch you?" You blurted. God, why did you say that?

You immediately apologized and covered your face in your sweater. You heard him laugh and watched as he combed his hair back with his hands.

"Sure." He agreed.

You reached your hand out, putting a hand on his. You rubbed it, trying to grasp that he was really here. To your surprise, he touched you, as well. Only he touched your shoulder, running down your body until your hips. It went on like that for a few minutes until he apologized and pulled back.

"It's okay! I actually enjoyed it." You beamed.

You finally stood up, realizing he was taller than you by like a foot.

"Midget."

Your jaw dropped as he laughed at your surprise.

"I'm not that short!" You yelled.

He finally stopped laughing and patted your head. You stared up at him, and stared down at you. You sat there in silence before you finally let your eyes wander to his crotch. He immediately noticed.

"What are you lookin' at, doll?" He purred, tilting your chin up to meet his face.

You tensed up. He let go immediately, noticing your body tense.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He mumbled, looking you in the eyes.

"No, it's fine," You quietly said, "Can I have a hug? If that's okay!" You frantically said.

You were desperate to hug the boy since you saw him. Despite being a ghost, he looked so warm and sweet. You wanted to touch him more, in a lot more ways than one. You hoped he'd kiss you, touch you, anything. Honestly, you wanted him so badly.

He nodded and opened his arms, and you embraced his torso. He embraced you, his arms larger than you thought they would be around you. He was strangely warm. You rested your head on his chest, and you felt a hand in your hair and a kiss planted on your head. You had to say something to him.

"Is it weird that I love you? Like, as more than a friend already? Your just so pretty in every way." You sputtered.

Tate's breath hitched.

"No, as long as it's not weird that I feel the same way." He smiled.

You felt a wave of relief. You thought he would think you were weird. Much to your surprise, he didn't at all. You reached a hand up to stroke his hair, pulling his hand over to the bed to sit down. You flicked the TV on, and cuddled close to him as you watched.

He suddenly kissed you gently.

"So, are we like, dating?" You asked.

"Yeah, I guess we are." He beamed once more.

You were going to like this new boy.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

My Old Man

Pairing: Elvis presley x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: FLUFF! The reader and Elvis watch their grandson’s interview and listen on as he explains why he’s excited to get married.

Warnings: Mention of pills(the kind elderly people take), reminisces, Very breif mention of race issues (like, you’d miss it if you read too fast). I think that’s all but please let me know if there’s more!

A/N: I really like how this one turned out. It took me longer than i thought to read and edit. Plus when the creative juices are flowing i just keep adding. I’m rambling, happy reading!

I’m excited! Tonight, our grandson, Daniel, is being interviewed for one of these late-night shows. I settled into bed and turned the tv on. Elvis is finishing his nighty routine in the bathroom as I search for the right channel. When I find it, he still hasn't made his way out, "Honey, everything okay? You're gonna miss him!" He lets out a huff and mumbles, "Yeah, baby, I can't see the labels on the pills; we've gotta go and get new containers."

I roll my eyes and get up to help him; As I poke my head in, my face connects with my husband's pajama-clad chest "you have no faith in me, woman, alright, come on" he grabs my hand and walks me to the bed. Elvis shimmies under the covers in front of me. "I want to be the little spoon baby," I can't help the chuckle that escapes my chest.

"That's alright, E, but your daddy wasn't no glass maker; you're covering my grandbaby's face" My husband rolls his eyes and scoffs, "well, he stole it from me, Sugar" he stops his grumbling as our grandson's face graces the screen. The interviewer, James, asks him about his new movie and how he's been handling the success. We watch on proudly as he flies through question after question. Soon enough, the topic shifts to his personal life and his fiancee.

"So, Mr. Presley, you're getting married soon. Are you excited?" For the first time in the interview, we see this is where he really engages. He sits up straight, and there's a sparkle in his eye as he begins to speak.

"Please, Daniel is fine. And to answer your question, yes, I'm elated. I've met the woman I want to give my all to. She's the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes at night." Elvis shifts and wraps his arms around me, smiling as he kisses my temple.

James continues, " She sounds like a lucky girl. If you don't mind me asking, when did you know you wanted to marry her?" This question seems to stump Daniel; Elvis and I are invested now. We both sit up like kids listening in on adults gossiping. He starts again, "Well, if I'm, being honest, I knew the moment I met her."

James raises an eyebrow "really?" He questions, and Daniel nods.

"Yeah. Actually, It was my granddad who helped me figure that out." Elvis and I exchange a quizzical look.

"See, a few years ago, when I was like, fifteen, I asked him how he knew my grandma Y/N was the one. He told me that for him, the world stopped spinning, she took his breath away, and at that moment, she became the only woman he could see."

"Only woman, huh? I'm something special," I say as I nudge E with my elbow. His chest rumbles as he laughs "you sure are, honey, you sure are" James takes a moment to process what our grandson said. "Mrs. Presley is a lucky woman,"

Daniel laughs " Yeah, she tries to pretend that she could live without him, but you should see her when theyre apart, just miserable..." I can feel the smug look plastered on Elvis’s face without having to look, it only lasts a moment though "...Papa E ain't no better. I think he might be worse," He laughs.

James doesn't miss a beat. "Are you hoping for your marriage to play out like theirs?"

Daniel hums, "Oh absolutely, I mean not the struggle..." he says.

"…They had to fight even to be together legally; I think that's why they love each other as much as they do. One time I caught them slow dancing in the kitchen, no music or nothin'. They have such a strong bond, and I want to create something similar with my wife. Just two old souls in love." he says with a smile.

I feel my heart swell, and my eyes water a bit as I realize just how far we've come. Of course, Elvis has to go and ruin the moment. "Who's that boy callin' old?" I wipe my face with a smile "oh, hush up, El."

Daniel continues, "I just hope I get to be as happy as they are when I'm that old" Elvis can't help himself. "He said it again!" I hit him in the chest this time. "He's praising us, and you're worried about him saying we're old,"

Elvis chuckles at my disbelief. "That's 'cause we ain't, mama." I shake my head.

They begin to wrap the interview up " well, I'm sure I speak for all of us here at the studio when I say I wish you the best at this milestone and the ones to come. Unfortunately, that's all we have time for, so this has been Daniel Presley! Goodnight, everybody!"

Daniel and James wave goodnight. As the outro plays, I start to think about everything E and I have been through, and my lips start to curl into a smile as I look up at him.

"We did good, El" I murmer, he nods in agreement. "Damn right, baby, I love you," and the war begins, but I try to get ahead of him. "I love you more. Goodnight."

Before I even have the opportunity to roll over, he grips me tight flipping me so im facing him, " Uh Uh. Nice try, Honey. I love you most now Goodnight."

"Oh please, Impossible. I love you most, E" he raises a brow "you do now? You love me so much you'll do anything for me, right?" He questions. I wonder where he's going with this. I cave and respond, "Mmm, yes, E," I can see the mischief in his eyes " Then admit that I love you most, sugar," He says. Sigh, I've been beaten. I refuse to go out without a fight, though.

"Okay, only because it's you. My old man." He shoots up quickly "HEY-" I duck under the covers and close my eyes.

"Goodnight, baby!" I laugh . He huffs and pulls me close. "Goodnight, my old lady."

Taglist: @tacozebra051 @elvisshowusyourpelvis @thatbanditqueen @sunnyx07 @18lkpeters @thesweetestinspiration @pennyroyalcreep @marriedtopresley @jen6832 @kendralavon7

[star-keepr]

hello hello here's another spg brainrot post <3

here's how I think the bots would react to u if u were overstimulated/overwhelmed

Rabbit: would immediately try distracting you with more chaos in an attempt to make you laugh. this has a 50% success rate and if she realizes it isn't working she'll just hug you silently till you stop crying, afterward offering things like snacks or sharing her own shortcomings. if necessary, the comfort movies will be used.

The Spine: notices your discomfort rather quickly and takes you away from the situation. he'll do the best he can to give you advice or try to help in some way (if you're crying/hyperventilating) and generally keep your surroundings quiet. he can be a little awkward with this as it isn't something he's typically used to, but helps u anyways because he's a cool robot :]. will try to take your mind off things with coversation of movies, music, dinosaurs, anything he can think of, listening intently to whatever you say. if you say you need anything (blankets, tissues, etc) he'll get it for you, but chances are if you know each other he'll already have those ready for you.

Hatchworth: wouldn't really pick up on your discomfort until you had to leave or you physically started crying/hyperventilating. means well though, and once he notices you're not doing alright he'll take you somewhere small to hide (a fort, under a table, behind a bookshelf) and ask you questions about why you're sad and why you do this. he has no malice behind his queries, he genuinely wants to understand how/why you do this and if he can help prevent it in the future. by the time you finish explaining things to him you'll likely to have calmed down, and then he'll offer a mystery sandwich. you must accept, even if you don't eat it.

Zer0: your mood is his mood. if he finds you upset or overwhelmed, he has a magic way of always understanding. he will provide you with hugs and silent comfort, possibly even crying a bit himself. a great bot to go to if you need physical comfort, or just to know someone else understands. will offer you his favorite dinosaur toys that he definitely didn't steal from Spine.

The Jon: taken aback at first by the sight of you, but will waste no time in bringing you either outside or to a pillow fort he made, staying close to you the entire time and keeping some sort of physical contact (i.e., hand on your arm, touching shoulders, just to remind you he's there and not going anywhere). will listen intently and happily talk to you for hours, not minding if you have a hard time responding (he'll wait patiently for you to respond). I mentioned that he does this in my headcanons list, but he'd definitely give you lil platonic kisses all over your face and hands. would also shower you with stuffies and things he finds around the area you two are in, trying to smile in hopes it will be infectious. if desired, he'll tell you whimsical stories and adventures of his time in Biscuit Town.

Upgrade: would offer if you wanted to rule alongside her (everyone knows she's a princess) in her kingdom, and would ramble on about your new royal duties and what her imaginary kingdom is like. she wouldn't really care if you listen or not, but you are expected to at least nod or acknowledge her. she'll let you have varying amounts of power over the kingdom depending on how sad you are.

[idiotwithanipad]

Dwelling

(How my OC's Amy and Nathaniel met. Mention of @roseofithaca's OC Silver. TW: Hidradenitis Suppurativa/swearing)

The group sat awkwardly still and quiet, unsure where to look. Pat was certain that later on, the rest of the ghosts would thrash him for suggesting an alternative to music club; a top ten songs list. It was Amy's turn, and predictably, she'd gushed about her favourite band: Insane Clown Posse.

They'd already been exposed to the grimy, macabre, goofy, sinister hellride of a duo that Amy adored, and their reactions had all been midly similar; spooked, shocked, questioning their own sanity and pondering Amy's. They shifted awkwardly, glancing over at Humphrey's head leaning on the back cushion of a small chair that Amy had propped him in while she stood before them, eyes blinking at him as though asking him what the hell he was thinking putting up with all this every day.

Amy released a sigh and held up a hand, fingers counting down.

"In no particular order really, they all kick ass. 'Piggy Pie', 'Tilt-A-Whirl', 'Halls Of Illusions', 'How Many Times?', 'In My Room', 'Imma Kill You', 'To Catch A Predator'-"

"That what I'd do if I caught one.." Robin interjected, remembering the song from the time Amy had requested it to be played. The dark lyrics at first scared him, but as he listened on, he nodded along and began to agree, a satisfied smirk stretching onto his lips. A concern? Maybe not; he was a father after all, it's only natural to want to rid the world of pieces of human trash...

Amy winked at the caveman in agreement and continued.

"'Cemetery Girl', 'Toy Box', and 'Dead Body Man' ... And a bonus 'cause fuck you all, 'Crossing Thy Bridge'" Amy took a lazy bow and gave two middle fingers before retreating back to her chair without another word.

Pat fumbled and rose to his feet.

"Okay, well- sounds lovely, Pet" Pat smiled, awkwardly and stiffly. Amy leaned back in the chair, placing Humphrey's head on her thighs. She gave a sloppy shrug and waved a hand at him.

"It was the same last week, it'll be the same next week... And for the rest of all time"

Pat gave a short nod, grimacing at the morbid reminder of their existences. As Pat rambled on, Amy leaned to the side, her elbow lifting to plant down onto the armrest, only for her face to screw and her body to jerk in a tiny moment.

"You alright?" Humphrey inquired, his eyes blinking and straining to glance back at her. Seemingly, he'd felt the shift as Amy moved. Amy stiffened, glancing around, checking to make sure nobody saw her uncontrollable jolt.

She collected Humphrey into her hands and silently fled the room, passing through the wall and halting, merged between the previous room and the next. A tight, narrow channel full of brick dust and cobwebs no more than two feet wide. She looked down into Humphrey's eyes regrettably and pained.

"Another flare..."

Humphrey blinked.

"Ah..."

"I'm just gonna go for a bit. You want me to find body bit for you, or are you alright with the others?" Amy asked, feeling guilty. Humphrey chuckled, feeling lucky to be one of the few people Amy genuinely softened around.

"Heh, nah I'm alright with that lot, Poppet, don't you worry."

Amy gave a half hearted smile and a shrug.

"I always feel like shit for ditching you just 'cause of a stupid fucking lump under my arm"

Humphrey rose a brow.

"Well, dealing with those things doesn't exactly sound like a picnic". He'd be right, it was fucking shit. Amy's head dropped back as she groaned.

"Ugh, why couldn't they also fuck off when I died?.."

Humphrey hummed in agreement and rose his eyes again.

"Never mind. Go on then, drop me off with the rest and go take it easy for a bit. If He comes along later I'll come see you, yeah?" 'He' being the rest of Humphrey, wandering around aimlessly somewhere. Amy nodded.

"Okay"

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Mick and Jeff stood outside the spa, watching as the manager held a card of colour swatches, deciding which one to pick for the new coat of paint they were planning for the changing rooms. The dead men's eyes glanced at each colour as they nodded and shook their heads, as though they'd become connoisseurs of decorating.

"I still think they should go with 'Duck Egg Blue'" Jeff remarked, crossing his arms. Mick gave a scoff and rolled his eyes.

"No way, mate. I'm tellin' ya! 'Mint Green'!" Mick combatted. Jeff brushed him off with a wheeze.

"Down 'ere? That'd be rubbish! Won't go with the lights" Jeff motioned upwards towards the stark white bulbs imbedded into the ceiling. Mick's brow furrowed in confusion. He turned slightly to face his taller friend.

"What's the lights got to do with it?"

Jeff practically reeled, his mouth dropping.

"'What's the lights got to d-?'-"

"Hey guys" Amy muttered, approaching from the staircase. Mick and Jeff turned and spotted the teen approaching, and their boil splotched faces lit up.

"Aw, you alright, Amy? We've been wonderin' when you'd come for a chat" Jeff smiled.

Amy put her thumb up, answering with bitter sarcasm, feeling in an instant as a wave of fatigue washed over her brain.

"Swell.."

Mick nodded forward knowingly.

"Under your arm again?"

"You got it" Amy grimaced.

Jeff cringed.

"Those are the worst"

Mick reached over to pat the girl's back.

"C'mon then, come 'ave a sit down"

The three ghosts retreated through the halls and shifted along till they reached the sauna; their regular hangout.

Luckily, the steam room hadn't been occupied by any livings yet, not that it really mattered, but it still felt weird to be able to talk out loud and not have to worry about being heard. Their scarred and oozing faces turned in the neon blue lights and brightened when they saw the teen.

"Aww, 'ello, Amy!" Agnes chimed, her curvy frame edging closer, reaching to place a gentle hand on Amy's shoulder.

Nigel, Walter and John scurried closer, also beaming that their upstairs friend returned again.

"Alright, guys?" Amy sighed, giving a reluctant smile. They rounded off with 'fine's, 'good's and 'yeah's. Walter stepped forward.

"Another boil come up?"

Amy nodded and pointed with her good arm to her left armpit.

"Yep. This little bitch is out of commission for a day or four"

Nigel nodded.

"Oh, good-" He was cut off by Walter quickly slapping at his arm, eyes glaring at him to shut up.

Agnes tutted and rubbed at Amy's shoulder.

"Oh, that's not too good, is it? Well, you know you're welcome down 'ere as long as you need, swee'art"

Amy gave a thumbs up and plodded over to the wall to sit down on the tiles. Through the small crowd of chatting plaguers, a little frame emerged and practically skipped over to Amy, straw doll in hand.

"We missed you" Jemima muttered, her chapped lips barely moving as she held her doll up, waving it's arm.

Amy gave a little wave back to humour the tiny girl and shifted over so Jemima could sit.

"You know me, can't go more than two weeks without coming down to see you. Laid up as always" Amy droned, rolling her eyes.

Amy's eyes scanned the group, noticing a missing face.

"Wait a minute, where's Maude?"

Jemima placed her doll into her lap and pointed her arm into the corner opposite them. Beneath a small towel rack, Maude sat on her knees, comforting someone. Whoever it was had their hood up, at least- it looked like a hood. The unmistakable texture of sheep wool stitched crudely to a sack cloth hood. Odd, she didn't remember anybody wearing that before.

"Who's that?" Amy asked, brow arching suspiciously. Jemima kicked her legs lowly as she slumped forward where she sat.

"That's Nathaniel. He's Maude's nephew" There was an almost matter-of-fact tone in Jemima's statement, if not for her constant monotone that rivaled Amy's. Amy's eyes widened briefly, slightly flummoxed.

"Dunno how I missed that. Never seen him before. I've been coming down here for, what- a good eight years now and I've never seen him. Maude never said anything" Amy stated, almost sounding like she was trying to make the case that she was innocent until proven guilty.

Jemima glanced up at Amy with her adorably piercing eyes.

"He's shy"

Amy blinked, glancing back over to Maude and the young man.

"Fair enough..."

--

Hours passed until the group had decided to go about their own business amongst themselves and let Amy rest in the corner by herself. Jemima had fled at the mention of a rare occurrence of a child staying upstairs and decided to find their room to 'play' with them.

Across the sauna, the young man still sat with his back against the wall, head down, hood pulled up obscuring his face. Not that Amy was primarily focused on him, more trying to go to her happy place to distract herself from the hot pain under her arm. She was unaware of her uncomfortable grimace, the way she sat and tried in vain to lean to her right to eliminate the pressure to the left side of her body.

"You alright?..." An unfamiliar voice called from beneath the towel rack. Amy felt no reason to lie at this point; she's dead, what dignity does she have left?

"No. It's fucking killing"

A short paused passed between their exchange before the voice spoke again.

"You still had the plague? I thought it'd stopped?"

Oh. Right. They'd never actually met, he doesn't know about her... Predicament. She sighed.

".. Yeah, sure. But it only affects a small handful of us for no reason, and it's complete bullshit"

The voice stopped, prompting Amy to glance over to the boy. He was looking at her now. His flesh pasty, boils and clusters of scabs littered the right side of his hairline and his jaw, blotches of reddened rashes sat beneath his nose. His messy hair reached his ears and bared the colour and texture of dry straw. His eyes looked irritated and darkened by nights without sleep. Despite his gaunt and sickly appearance, he looked young, about Amy's age, possibly a year or two older. The whispy stuble lining his chin and upper lip made it clear, as did the shape of his face and neck.

"Under your arm?" He commented.

Amy nodded, tense and grimacing. For a shy guy he sure does ask a lot of questions.

"You look awful" He observed, blandly.

Amy growled.

"You don't exactly look like a porcelain doll yourself, mate"

He looked knocked for six, realising his statement and it's possible misconception. He held up his darkened hands.

"Nah, nah, not you! I mean- the pain. It's making you look aw-"

"Yeah, whatever, just leave me the fuck alone!" Amy barked, a slight, pathetic wince in her voice; her affliction taking the sting out of her venom.

His hands lowered sloppily. He watched as Amy shuffled away, trying to reach the wall to lean against. Anything to stop her arm from falling down against her side and worsening the pain. Yet, it was futile; being put in the familiar pain she experienced in life made her forget ghost physics, her elbow passing straight through the tiles. Damn it.

She could cry if she wasn't in a room with a multitude of people. A pair of barely surviving shoes and burgundy stockings beneath a dark grey tunic came into her downward view.

"Budge up"

Amy looked up to see that boy again, he was lankier than he looked when he was huddled in the corner earlier. Amy's good arm dropped down in defeat.

"What is it now?"

He gestured go the row of tiles she was sat upon, waving his hand to move her along. Amy glanced at the many feet of empty space at her side and along the other half of the room. Her eyes popped open, thinking he had a cheek to tell her to move over when she was wedged in a corner.

"Fuck off, you wanna sit down use the rest of this shithole"

He rolled his eyes.

"Just do it"

Amy muttered and got up in defiance, stomping over to the right side of the room to plop down into the far corner.

"There!"

He glared at her for a second, waiting for her to look away. But she didn't. The two simply stared each other down, daring one or the other to make a move or speak up. Amy grizzled.

"You think you can out-glare me?"

"I'm tryin' to 'elp you 'ere!" He protested.

Amy scoffed.

"You keep pesterin' me! What do you want?!"

Finally, he moved, taking the space right beside her, his scrawny leg almost touching her's.

"Thought you'd never ask! Now put your elbow on me shoulder!"

Amy stilled.

"Why?"

"To rest it. You can't sit with your arm out for days, y'know?"

Amy grimaced but realised he was right. When she was alive she'd prop it up on pillows or stuff a hot water bottle under her arm. With those luxuries no longer at her disposal, she had to come up with alternatives. Time for the walk- or lean of shame I guess?

Amy reluctantly lifted her pained arm and rested it carefully atop his shoulder, the higher angle almost immediately helping to relieve some of the horrible pain.

"... Better?" He asked, gently.

Amy nodded slightly.

"Yeah. Yeah it is actually... Thanks"

"Alright then..."

Some time in awkward silence listening the the rest of the chattering ghosts passed.

"So, when did you catch the plague then?" He asked.

Amy, glanced to the wall.

"What I've got isn't exactly the plague. You don't die from it, but it lasts for life apparently. I was seventeen when I got diagnosed"

He nodded, sympathetically; he could understand the fear and pain surrounding something that would ruin your body and confidence forever.

"I dunno how old I was when I caught it, but it was over really quick. Wasn't nice though" He admitted, glancing over and pointing at the rather obvious abscess on his right cheek. It looked fit to break open and cause a huge mess. Amy had never had one on her face, thankfully; she dreaded to think that that pain must feel like.

Amy softened.

"I bet. Partly why I was kinda relieved to find out about you guys" She motioned to the rest of the large gang.

"Nobody upstairs can understand. Some of them try to, but- it's hard to get across how painful this shit is without making it sounding over-dramatic" Amy admitted.

"I think out of all of them, my best friend Silver is the only one who kinda gets it. She gets cold sores so she at least knows how painful skin conditions can get" Amy sighed.

He glanced at her.

"Who's that?" He pointed upward.

"I don't go up there a lot"

Amy shifted, a smile tugging at her lips.

"You'll have to come meet her when she wakes up. It's a long story, but she only wakes up three days out of the month. Something to do with the moon? She knows more about that stuff than me, she's the expert" Amy chuckled fondly.

He seemed to shrivel, picking at the freyed hem of his tunic

"I don't like it up there. That lot give me bad looks. They probably think I'm grim" He admitted, shrugging. Amy scoffed.

"You're not the worst thing in this shitty house, mate. They've got clapped taxidermied animals! And there's a guy up there who died whilst porking his secretary-"

Nathaniel cut her off with a short.

"He did what?!"

Amy nodded.

"I'm serious! He kicked the bucket during all that and now he walks about with nothing below the waist"

Nathaniel took wheezing breaths through his laughter, trying to clear the image from his head.

"Then there's Da-...Humphrey. You must've seen him at some point? He died getting his head cut off and about ninety percent of the time his body is walking around on it's own. You're not the worst guy in this house. A few boils is nothing!" Amy proclaimed.

Nathaniel nodded.

"Yeah, I've seen the body half before. It walked right through 'ere reaching about for something" He confirmed. Amy smirked.

"Yeah, like I said, he does that a lot. He's cool I guess, he's like my own personal zombie" Amy chuckled, prompting the boy to chuckle along with her.

A pause.

"What's your name again?" He probed, brow arching.

"Amy. You?"

"Nathaniel. But the others just call me Nate for short"

Amy took a breath.

"Well, Nate..." She started, a sincere glisten in her blue eyes.

"Sorry for earlier. I'm a bit defensive..."

He gave a scoff.

"Moody, more like"

Amy allowed herself an embarrassed breath.

"Yeah, in short, I'm a bit of a judgemental shitlark at first"

--

Maude and Jeff whispered and glanced at the two kids, as the hours drew on, they exchanged many topics. Alison and Mike, their fellow ghosts, food, music, movies, what day to day life was like when Nathaniel was alive. Most of the modern things he hasn't yet seen, Amy had to summarize for him, but he didn't comeplain. She promised to introduce him to Silver and Kitty so that he might get more friends when he's ready.

The pit dwellers couldn't help but chuckle and whisper amongst themselves as the two youngsters got lost in their own world far away from here.

[demon64]

So... because it has been on my mind the past couple hours, I want to just kinda ramble my thoughts on League of Legends' musical endeavors. To be a bit fair, I will really only go over ONE song from each of the four groups and just generally give my thoughts.

PENTAKILL: You know, you would think that I would be all in for Pentakill, but honestly, I find that the music really has no personality that brings me in. I'm a metalhead, but this group, especially their song "Mortal Reminder," does nothing for me. The lyrics are alright, but the singer almost sounds like a Dio wannabe to me. I remember nothing of the instruments, which is usually at least able to draw me to music if the lyrics do nothing. Hell, half the time I think I barely even remember that song is named "Mortal Reminder!"

K/DA: I guess despite being a fan of a wide range of genres, I am not a listener of K-Pop. It's not a hype aversion deal, I just genuinely have no interest in it. The closest I have gotten is Seo Taiji's little stint with the Nu Metal sounds, but even then you could argue that's more oriented to a slightly different demographic. I tries listening to "POP/STARS" and was genuinely bored and could not pay attention to the music video.

TRUE DAMAGE: Fuck their song "Giants." More specifically, fuck that ultra repetitive chorus! Okay, got that out of my system. "Giants" is memorable to me, but as you can tell, not for positive reasons. The only thing I remember is the chorus, which also kinda saddens me, because I wish I could remember the beat, but it's just not in my head. I almosf wish I could like this, but I can't.

HEARTSTEEL: What even is this band? What genre are they, because I wouldn't say "boy band" is a genre. I watched the music video once because I was curious, started laughing and turned it off. It just seemed so laughably bad to me. I never finished it and I don't think I ever will.

Well, that's all. Some of you may agree, many may disagree, but will say my overall opinion for League of Legends' musical groups, it ranges from forgettable to annoying. I don't say this all time shit on many of the people who these groups and the music. I don't say this to mock their efforts. I just wanted to share my thoughts and see if anybody agrees or disagrees. Now, let's hope Riot doesn't make a country group, because at that point, they may have run out of ideas.

[fracturedgodhead]

I am going THROUGH it rn #16

I don't know why, and this might be something for my therapist, not tumblr, but for some reason, I was wildly emotional today. I cry very little (I wish I cried more) and I almost cried five times today. I don't know what the deal is. It might be that I'm trying to kick my two easiest unhealthy coping mechanisms (reddit and idle games lol), but I am feeling unstable.

Anywho, I have an idea for what to do for the song. I like the idea of "thanatosis" or "Apparent death" as an album title for an album about that concept, or at least how it presents in humans. Masking and fawn/freeze response mostly. The practice of producing false outward presentation for the sake of safety. I don't know if I'm qualified fully to represent such a sensitive topic; a certain thing my own sister told me is ringing in my head pretty loud... I'm going to though. I just hope that I don't hurt people... or make them feel like they're not valid.

That feeling has got to be worse than death I think. Being in pain and being told that it's not real, or not that bad. I love the line "If you hate me, I think you should kill me" that comes up in 4lung's 'cluster a-ok' and a similar line somewhere in either STOMACH BOOK or Vylet Pony's discography (I can't remember. ええと、*bleh*), but I think that the concept also extends, so like "if you dismiss me, I think you should cut me" or similar. Just the idea that people should not be able to distance themselves from the consequences of their interactions using social contract. If you claim to care about me and tell me my problems aren't real, you may as well be the one holding the knife, and if you hate me, you ought to take responsibility for my death.

Actually, I think I'm articulating it wrong. I think it's more so a parallel to the biblical concept of "hating someone is killing them in your heart", but abstracted and generalized. You ought to take responsibility for the catastrophization of the consequences of your feelings and how they affect people. It's not realistic or reasonable, but it has such a seductive, punk affect to it; I wait desperately for a chance to apply it. Next time someone tries to bullshit me, I will demand that they kill me.

You message me a death threat, I send my address.

Serve your purpose, hater. This is your role, and this is mine.

Alright, those were some very vague and rambling ideas, time to turn them into actionable plans I guess *groan*.

One of the biggest problems, or I guess it's a few in a trench coat. I have no clue which of the few ideas I have in mind I want to make, and I have no idea how to make it, once I decide.

I think Vylet pony's music is probably the best template for this specific subject matter. She has such a vibrant and fun sound, even when talking about some of the darkest subjects I've heard of. Monarch of Monsters is... well I can't call it fun, even without the lyrics, but it still manages to be energetic and bouncy despite its dismal subject matter. I like it a lot, and I think it works well with the Taxxonian concept of undermining your own seriousness to get past the (automatic) defenses of the listener.

If you start your song off with a scream, that sets a completely different mood and tone than starting it with a bark, and for the listener, that effects how the entire rest of the content is interpreted. I think BONNIE (Vylet Pony, CUTIEMARKS) hits me so hard for this reason. When I first listened to it, I imagined some butch lesbian pony in a dive bar with her band singing about someone she knew when she was younger, and had strong feelings for (platonic or romantic, either way works with the song), but never confessed, and either ended up drifting apart or the friend died. The subversion of them being ponies makes the line:

"for a while I would ask 'should I fucking die' or 'who am I, should I live tonight'"

hit like a fucking cement truck. My Little Pony, or basically any kids show for that matter, doesn't discuss suicide, especially not this intelligently, so hearing it in a song with the setting and characters presumably being those from the show (or a variation of) just fucking steamrolls me every time.

I want to capture that.

I need a subversion then...

I don't know of one. I simply don't have an easy... silliness that I can draw from, all the silliness I have is recent, and I'm still learning. I want to make deeply evocative music thoouuugghhhhh.... Maybe I'm just not there yet. Maybe I just need to make what I can now.

Alright, so this is the plan: I make a song where I just try to get familiar with the software, and music in general. I will use mostly synth stuff (because that stuff hits like ASMR for me, frission for days lol), but I also need to include some instruments and vocals. I need to learn right now :c.

So, basically, forget everything else, I'm just making music to learn for now.

[byullielle]

That Mind Mine to Lose // Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

yes another song-inspired fic, it's the 3RACHA brand atp; odds by NIKI, but only the line 'What I'd give to make that mind mine to lose' because I am the biggest genius!Jisung enthusiast A look into how Jisung shares his creative processes with Y/N, and although they don't get it too much they're still overall amazed and endeared by the sheer passion Jisung has for his job.

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissies, Music Terminology (author doesn't know wtf she's saying style), Est. Relationship, Petnames (baby, darling, jagiya/jagi)

Disclaimer: wrote this to NIKI's entire discography because idk what it is but in my mind she's so...jisung coded (???) i suggest listening to acoustic guitar-heavy music while reading

A strum then a tap against the fret board, and then another strum, before a full chord comes out, the grunting. Even with your back turned you could see your boyfriend's cute little pout, lips pursed out while bending to write something down on the notepad on the coffee table.

You're heating up cups of tea and coffee for the both of you since he is deemed energetic enough to not stay cooped up in his room and provide you a little show about how he works on his songs. And while you make snacks and a drink the guitar has been playing partially for the past 10 minutes. It isn't a full song, but the humming, half strums and taps to the fretboard with some of his own mumbling and light singing provides the comfiest atmosphere to man. You love watching and hearing Jisung work, always so entrapped in how he concentrates then suddenly lifting his head to smile at you. It turns your heart into mush and would render you wanting to bash your head against the wall because of pure cuteness aggression.

Your Jisungie was one energetic beast. Always running off the walls, dancing around the house, and on a tangent about everything and anything—and it wasn't that you didn't love him for that, but there was just an entirely different vibe when Jisung is in the zone but with your presence in the mix. It's comforting and healing, as Felix would put it.

Putting the plate of warm cookies and your mugs on the small tray, you carry it to the living room and set it down on the coffee table, "Jagiya," you let out in barely a whisper because he has his guitar encased in his arm and eyes closed as if he's pulling some lyrics within the galaxies of inspiration behind those closed eyes. You sit on the velvet armchair right across your couch where he was working, not wanting to invade his personal space.

He smells the coffee and opens his eyes, beaming up at you to see the snacks. "Sweet!" he beams up at you and reaches out to take a cookie, "Baby, what are you doing there? Come sit here," he pats the spot next to him. "Are you sure?" you ask but already stand from your spot.

"Of course! I need some of your powers so that I could think of things," he chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek immediately right after you sit down, then another on your lips after you set your drink down. You couldn't help but giggle, cupping his face quickly before pressing one last peck on his lips, letting go before settling down on the couch. "What are you working on?"

"I wanna make it sound like, soulful but bridge should have some high point," he visualizes with his hands in front of him, twisting and turning as he interprets it physically, "Like, if a sad song had a happy beat, there's supposed to be a hook that lets it sinks in that it's a sad song," he rambles on, and you nod along, trying your best to revision what he's trying to achieve although you're probably thinking of two different things.

"I have like, a verse and the bridge but it's still missing a whole chorus and two more verses,"

"Well, let's hear what you've got, if it's alright," you request, which makes him look over to you with heart eyes, absolutely smitten by your request as the tips of his ears turn pink, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Okay," he replies before pulling the notepad closer, but you take it and hold it up for him.

"Thank you darling," he smiles before clearing his throat. He strums a few chords, making you sway gently against the fine melody he's making, a bit choppy but not like you could do any better. He starts singing, lyrics still unrhyming but still holding weight, his voice and the chords of the guitar melding properly and you giggle at the sudden dissonance after he plays the wrong chord. He carries on until it's over.

Then a comfortable blanket of silence envelops you both. You set the notepad down and gently clap for him, delight spread all over your features as he chuckles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think it's starting to sound nice," you honestly say, knowing he hates it when it's a simple 'sounds good,' because he needs to know how it sounds to you. And you love him so much for valuing your opinion because you could be credited for half his work at that point. Which was something both of you often joke about.

"It's like...you know when you listen to a song for the first time not knowing its lyrics so you assume its a happy, acoustic song?" you try to explain to him more specifically, "That kinda vibe,"

"I see," he nods. "Well, I'll work on it more tomorrow," he shrugs before strumming the strings one by one, "Wanna sing for you jagiya, is that alright for you?"

"I'd love to!"

With your tea encased in your hands, warming you up, Jisung takes a sip of coffee and a bite of a cookie before starting to position himself properly. He starts out a few testing strums, then fully plays chords familiar to you. As he plays, you sway to and fro, eyes closed and taking occasional sips of tea, his voice relaxing every muscle in your body.

God, did you love Han Jisung. Your creative and talented genius.

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