#either fully free or with a tattoo ticket

[canisalbus]

hi hello hi! long-time canisalbus lover here. I saw your IG bio and I thought to ask for clarity, what’s your stance on tattoo commissions when they open? as in a unique piece with your full consent & knowledge. sorry if this has already been answered and I missed it! hope you’ve had a great day & give Machete and Vasco some rubs for me

If it's a tattoo commission made specifically for you, then of course you're free to use it as intended!

I'm not against my art being used as tattoos per se, but it makes me uncomfortable when people tattoo my personal art without my consent. And as it stands, almost every piece I make and post is personal art, most of it depicts my original characters as well.

[fabbyf1]

Hiiiii so I might be completely wrong with this one, but I think you’ve once mentioned that you went to the Austrian GP?

If the answer is no, pls ignore this ask, I’ll be embarrassed

If the answer is yes, would you mind giving some insights to a first time GP-visitor who is only mildly anxious about it?🥺🥺

Did you have GA? Did you camp there? If yes to either pls share some helpful insights 👉🏼👈🏼

Also what can I expect from stuff like the fan zone? What’s the food and drink situation like? Were you able to hear on track commentary? Do I have to run and hide because things are scary and everyone is going to hate me?🙃

BESTIEEEEE I would love to answer these questions for you.

YES, i went to the 2022 Austrian GP!! (shoutout to the gayest lestappen celebration ever.)

i drove to the track every day, so i did not camp. there were plenty of parking lots (big grass fields) with free parking. there were TONS of signs on the highway and on the local backroads directing you to the track. i had no problems finding it, even on the first day. i stayed at an airbnb about 45 minutes away (because it was GORGEOUS) and i never had any issues or sat in too much traffic getting there each morning.

i sat in the T3 grandstand, which was a fucking HIKE. a HIKE bestie. my calves are still burning. it's hard to tell from watching the race, but that shit is way up at the top of a hill, and the parking lots are all down at the bottom near the pit straight. there was no way around hiking that bitch every day lmfao.

there was a big screen right near me, but they don't play the sky commentary on it. every race i've been to there's been a local commentary instead. so in this case, it was german commentary. so if you don't speak german, you won't know what's happening. (pov you're me trying to translate what i could to my Texan bestie because she was LOST lmfao. don't worry guys, i got this.) the cell service wasn't great, but you'll have to keep in mind that my lil American phone was data-roaming and literally trying it's best lmfao. so it might be different if you have a European plan. not sure how that works. but if you have data, you could pull up the sky commentary to listen to and that would be helpful in knowing what's going on.

i'd say the biggest drawback to going to ANY race is that... it's really hard to know what's happening. even if you can fully understand the commentary. it's not the same as watching it on tv. it's not a bad thing! you just... might be a little lost sometime and miss a lot of the on-track action. it's fun to watch the race afterward and see everything you missed.

the food and drink situation was pretty good! there were lots of different stands selling all sorts of food. everything i ate there was really yummy. it was all pretty reasonably priced, from what i can remember. our tickets said no outside food or drink, but i brought a reusable water bottle with me every day and they never stopped me at security.

please drink LOTS of water. more than you think you need. especially if you're drinking alcohol. and wear LOTS of sunscreen. the sun was insane.

there were lots of reports of fans (specifically female fans) being harassed during my race. which is honestly... so fucking disgusting. and i'm so sorry that happened to people. but thankfully, i never ran into any problems. everyone i met there was really nice and everyone in the grandstands seemed to look after each other. and it's not just because i'm a max fan either... i have a very obvious Lewis tattoo on my forearm that lots of people commented on lmfao.

but as your Cool Aunt, i would say... regardless of your gender or your appearance: be cautious, don't get too drunk, keep your eyes open, and always have an escape route in your mind. but that's my advice for anyone leaving their house though, lmfao, not just a gp.

i think you're going to have a great time, bestie. i loved that weekend so much. idk if you're a local or have been to Austria before, but if it's your first time there, i hope you enjoy it. it's one of the prettiest places i've ever visited. i can't wait to go back one day.

[griffin-wood]

moments. kent x maia.

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pov: kaia gets their song at the eras tour.

they were seated on nosebleeds, further away from the stage due to the last minute tickets they found. and maia with a hidden fear of heights, is holding onto Kent's hand most of the time.

However, by the time the show begins she's better. She coped, sing and danced happily with him. And now, after a while - it's surprise song o'clock.

"it's time!" She exclaims excitedly as she watches Taylor begins to start the section.

And 'our song' begins to play as she claps excitedly, she have been playing this song for a while in Kent's mustang. She smiles as she glance over him who sings along also, despite not as enthusiastic, but she appreciates the effort either way.

After the first song played, she waited in anticipation. Earlier today, on the car ride to the stadium.

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Kent is driving smoothly, as they say in traffic for a while to find a good spot to park. She turns up the radio, and this time; it played one of the familiar kaia tunes, it's their song, you are in love.

"okay, if taylor ever played this song as a surprise song. I think I might cry or maybe do an impulsive thing like get a tattoo or something." She says as she sings along, while Kenzie joining in too.

At this point, Kent already knows the lyrics and the song fully. When they first begin to get together, she introduces this song to him and it's their song. Since then, it become a vital part in their life, well their love-life. Even the pups are familiar with it, when they played it around the house. She would listen to him hum it around the house, and her lips perked up in interest and amusement and well, love as well.

As they arrived at the stadium, both of them grab an immediate lunch in the car. Some good soul food before a concert, an energy booster before the concert starts. A few hours later, they're both already in the stadium; very high above.

Nosebleeds are what they could afford at the very last minute, and it feels like watching a sea of emotion. She has quite.. an anxious feeling towards height.

"okay, the first time being on nosebleeds - I didn't realize it'll too high from the videos." She tries to chuckle to cover up her nerves.

Kent immediately takes her hand, giving them three squeezes but didn't pull away too. As her anxiousness has worn down a little, waiting in their seats together. And then it happened, the countdown and anticipation filled the stadium, as maia prepares herself in every way she could. She knew what to expect, they have went the first time...and this time, should not be that different. But, the energy is new. She loves it, as the music begin and she sings as loud as she could with Kent joining beside her. He didn't scream the songs like her, but he joins in like a good sport. Speaking of good sports, before their first concert; she made him a binder of lyrics and educate him about the tour, despite the eyebrow raises and the amused smile on his face. He was indeed a good sport, and the efforts are seen here when he sings along as well in his own comforting way. His eyes does land on her most of the time, a small Kent-ese smiles occurred in happiness seeing Maia like this, alive and free.

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The hours goes by quickly, and the moment they have waiting for has arrived or known as the surprise song hours. She has been manifesting it since their first show, and now...it's time. After 'our song' played, the anticipation arises as the piano notes filled her eardrums, trying to recognize the tune. She turns to look at Kent, trying to decipher it until... the first lyric was sung.

One look, dark room.

And that was enough to bring her into an emotional spiral, as she sings along with Kent. Having their song to be heard live was something she never expected, but she hoped that it could be a reality someday, somehow and they got it. Their song is playing, as she feels her eyes begin to water at the notes and the lyrics. She wraps her arms around Kent, as they both sing; needing something to hold onto at least.

The chorus begins to hit them both along with the echo that Taylor and the rest of the crowd is singing, however in the moment it feels like they are singing to each other within the comfort of their own home together. The familiar tune that has become theirs, it feels surreal to her.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love.

She's definitely in love, very much so with the person she is with today. And she could not have this moment tonight if it weren't for him (and ferro as well, for the query searching help to find good tickets.) As the song reach its final chorus, she is singing it with the rest of the crowd, as Kent plays the boyfriend duty capturing everything including a tear stricken maia in the crowd.

The applause brings her back to reality. A new memory have been engraved in her mind with the love of her life. She turns to face him, despite the darkness and the only light was the glow of their entry bracelets lighting up within the beat of the new song, she could not take her eyes off of him - a smile, as she pulls him close. Her arms wrapped around him, into an embrace as she whispers.

"Thank you for this." The words feels small, yet it hold such a meaning as Kent returns the gesture wiping the tears away with his thumb gently. He didn't say much, yet she knows in those silence; there's a lot of love within it for her in his own way. And she felt it, the love within his actions as he holds her close throughout the final set of the concert, singing and humming together against the rest of the crowd.

The night ends beautifully, as this adventure can be written in the books for one maia wiseman and kent himself. It was indeed a good memory together, that's compiled with the rest of their moments together. just them.

THE END.

[potato-jem]

i love my spidey mug so much, it really raises my spirits (although my dad likes to tease me by using it in front of me :()

i’m so glad that is the way you interpret my stories, and i would have loved to have taken you <3

mardi gras/worldpride is a very big event in sydney, i need to save up and see if i can go one year!

i loved the look of the single seats! i obviously didn’t get one because i was with my friend, but they had single seats, double seats and triple seats and all of them had the moving back support! i hate the kids on the train, they are usually so inconsiderate to the people around them. i usually go home from uni when the kids are on the train going home from school and i can never get a seat (which is fine, i don’t mind standing until the train frees up a bit), but these kids just sit on the floor of the standing area???? like where am i supposed to stand while you sit in the middle of the floor with your ipad??? 

i don’t understand people who can do anything immediately after work, they are freaks of nature. actually, i just don’t understand people who can do things before and after work. i am so incredibly exhausted the days i do uni and then work, or meet up with someone before work. i need a longer week so i have time to do only one thing a day 😭😭😭

that nap was the best one i’ve ever had, i’ll tell you that much (it was so sweet, i adore you forever 😭)

the merch was so good, it was so difficult for me to choose! they didn’t have those tank tops in stock at my show, so i got the black shirt with the outline of rina in that sphere thing and the white shirt with the blue comic strips! the white shirt is actually my fav shirt of all time now! i might buy more rina merch online i think! and i love hearing you talk about louis! and of course all your tattoos! that’s something you always have to show people the things that make you happy! i can’t wait until i get mine (turns out i have to wait another sixish months for the medication to fully get out of my system 😭😭😭 nerophobia!)

from what i have found, it usually is either soda water or like a sprite with lychee syrup? and you can put lychees in it too (i also saw that a lot of people put vodka in there, so that might be worth trying...) i would probably do it with sprite and stir it, and maybe add mint if you’re feeling festive

hell yeah! i packed super light this trip because i knew we would go to this bookstore and the album store too, so maybe i will just pack even lighter :D and my heart is mostly filled with my love for bookstores. and yes the uni books which i have still read none of...

and yeah! the 1975! it’s going to be so fun! i have only gotten into them recently, but luckily, my city was the only one they didn’t sell out in, so i managed to get some tickets 🤩 and i hope i can get some tickets for that may concert, but they still haven’t released the sale date, so i am scared and i suppose you are right, my dear cece

i shall compile a list of songs for you to listen to then!! (and i will probably attach my own little stories to them because i am insufferable ;)) cardigan broke me and then put me together again just to break me one more time. i still haven’t finished the playlist but it is so good!!

i’m hugging you so tight and i’m making you a cup of tea with biscuits <33333

hello cece my beautiful wonderful beloved soulmate <3

i hope you have been well and looking after yourself! i don’t want you overworking yourself 😭 but it has been two days since i have come back from my trip (i have been exhausted plus i had work and uni to catch up on) so now i am going to sit down and tell you about my trip!! please grab a cup of tea and a snack while you read :)

so i went to sydney again, and i had a much more enjoyable experience this time around. i think it was because i knew what i was getting into, and i stayed in the exact same place, so it was all familiar to me.

although i did try to use the public transport this time, instead of ubering everywhere, and the buses were so bad, but the trains were INCREDIBLE! they were double decker and the back support moved so you could have a single row or two rows of seats face each other??? SO COOL

anyways, me and my friend caught the train to the airport at 4am in the morning 😭😭😭 (and i finished work at 12am!!!!) to get our flight. once we landed in sydney, my friend wanted to get merch from the early presale stand outside the arena and we were outside in 30 degree heat FOR TWO HOURS, with our luggage. good news, my birthday is coming up and my friend didn’t know what to get me, so he bought half my merch 🤭 bad news, i’m ginger and i get sunburnt in two minutes, so think about two hours… the worst thing is we had an umbrella for sun protection, but my right arm and the back of my neck was out so they were FRIED. i’m currently peeling like a reptile but worth it

we got some food from maccas because we were dehydrated and getting heat stroke, and then checked into our room after we managed to get our stuff. we both ended up napping in the afternoon, which we were both surprised about, because i had my phone in my hand still attached to the charger next to my bed and he still had his genshin impact loaded up onto his ipad 😭😭😭

unfortunately the place i wanted to take him to for dinner, the really good japanese place from last time, was under renovation, so we had dinner elsewhere but we had such a good time the rest of our trip

because we went to see stray kids, a kpop group, we had a lot of activities we could indulge in. they had this thing called a cupsleeve event, where someone in the fandom designs a cupsleeve to represent a kpop idol’s birthday, group anniversary or in our case, coming to the city. and i got so many freebies! we went to this kpop store that doubled as a cafe and the drinks were so good! i bought way too much but i have to remind myself that i can’t get it at home 😔

we also went to the biggest bookstore i have ever seen in my life! it took up a whole floor of the shopping centre and it was brilliant. it had books upon books, categories after categories. they even had an entire chinese and japanese section! i also spent a lot of money there BUT my best find was the entire completed infernal devices manga trilogy!! it’s so beautiful and such a rare find, i grabbed it immediately. i couldn’t find the tmi graphic novels though, but they have them on their website, so i might order them in :)

alright, the main event! the concerts! so i went and saw the kpop group, stray kids, two nights in a row! it was amazing. i was and still am a huge fan of their work, but especially because they got me through a really hard time in my life and really were my serotonin while i was at school 😔 i wasn’t allowed to see them when they first came here four years ago (parents: maybe next year, they’ll come! *next year being 2020.*) so i feel like i finally made up for it.

me and my friend also matches outfits! we did black and green (the concert colours) on the first night, and red and white on the second (to match the stray kids colours). i wish i could send you photos, we looked so slay 🤩

i do not have one concert video without me screaming the lyrics (yeah the korean ones too!) in the back. but i don’t care, it was so fun, i had a blast. and it was even better because two of the members of stray kids were from sydney and they just made it feel more homely :) do not regret how much money i spent on them or the sleep i lost at all! i’m so glad i can slowly start to give myself the experiences i missed out on as a kid/teenager :’)

anyways, enough about me! how have you been? what have you been up to? how is simba? 🥺 i adore you so much and i am enclosing this letter with a warm hug <3333

hello nero my amazing perfect beloved soulmate <3

yay i’m so happy to finally hear about this trip!!! i just made myself a cup of tea and brought out some biscoff cream!!

how was the catching up part?? did you manage to catch up without exhausting yourself too much??

nero that’s so great!! i think that having a familiar surrounding is always helpful, and staying in the same place makes it all less scary somehow. i’m really happy it went much better!!

NO WAY THEY HAVE THOSE TRAINS THERE??? they look so cool!!! i’ve seen them on instagram once and i was so jealous of every city who had those trains!! you can literally choose if you want to sit alone or have company and that’s so cool!!! it’s basically a buildable environment!!! i’m getting way too excited about this lol

so you only had like three hours of sleep?? 😭😭😭😭 and you even had to stand in the heat for hours 😭😭😭 but yay!!! merch!!! that’s a really great birthday gift!!! (also when is your birthday??? only if you want to share of course <3)

anyway merch is so amazing and so expensive. this has got to be one of the best presents ever!!! even if it means you’re skinning like a reptile now lol at least it’s just two small spots instead of your whole self 😂 but i get the struggle. i’m not ginger but my skin is so light i always get sunburnt in 0.5 seconds too. definitely not fun, but worth it for some merch :D

that was probably a really fun situation to wake up to, but you both deserved a nap for catching a bus at 4am!!! especially since you had only a few hours of sleep after work!! at least you were rested enough to really enjoy the trip!!

oh no 😭😭 i’m still dreaming about that place!! i went to a my favorite japanese restaurant in my city a few days ago and i really wanted to try that beverage you told me about but i was driving so i couldn’t 😭 i hope this other restaurant was really good too though!!

no way!!! nero this is all way too cool!!! i’m so happy it was so fun and there were so many things to do!!! also this cupsleeves event sounds so cool!! i’m so happy nero, you’re making my day just by telling me about all these freebies and amazing drinks!! and you know i’m always gonna be the little devil on your shoulder telling you that spending money is good and you deserve all that amazing stuff :))

the tid manga trilogy??? how is that even possible omg you can’t find that anywhere!!!! i’m so jealous, i wanna live in this bookstore now 🥺 it’s got to be so amazing!! (you always find the best bookstores, i had no doubt there would be one in this letter too and i was so excited to read about it!!) and let me know if you do order the tmi graphic novels!! i’ve been trying to collect those too hehe

the fact that *next year* was 2020 is so painful. but you saw them two nights in a row!!! that’s amazing!! and it must have been so good to see them after so long, after they’d been by your side in a really tough time 🥹 i’m so happy you got to finally see them live!!

also, the matching outfits?? I LOVE THAT!!! i bet you looked so slay!!! that’s literally the best idea for what to wear to a concert!!!

nero i’m so so happy for you!!! you’ve made my whole day, i’m not even joking!! i’m so happy you’re finally getting to enjoy trips and concerts you couldn’t before!! and this one really sounded so perfect!!! also the videos with you screaming at the top of your lungs to every song are literally the best. i love it when i rewatch a video from a concert and i can hear myself screaming and crying and dying more than i can hear the band or the singer. it just makes me live all those memories and those amazing feelings again!!!

the money spent on this is totally worth it!!! and you can sleep now, uni can wait lol really nero i’m so happy this trip was so good!!! i’m so happy for you!!!

i’m good!! i got three days off from work this week so that was great, and i started to reread chain of iron so that i can reread chain of thorns right after :) i miss them so much already 🥲

anyway i just booked a trip for may, because a friend is coming to visit me and i’m gonna be off work for two weeks so i’m really looking forward to it and now i just wanna skip work and plan the itinerary 😂 and i want to book more trips too. which isn’t great because my bank account is already crying and begging me to stop buying stuff. did i tell you i got the illumicrate edition of chain of thorns with the alternative dust jackets? yeah so my bank account still hasn’t forgiven me for it :,)

simba is also doing really good, he’s eating a lot and sleeping a lot as usual 😌

also, ever since you told me about the rina sawayama concert, and because you always talked so much about her, i kinda started listening to her music a lot more and i’m obsessed with some songs now!!! i adore her style so thank you for this new obsession :>

i’m enclosing a warm hug for you too and a little bouquet of flowers <3

[bangtanloverboys]

so show me (i’ll show you) // knj

summary - you finally get the moment you’ve been dreaming of your entire life: the oppotunity to talk to your idol - your bias - kim namjoon. unfortunately, you get a little starstruck

pairing - idol!namjoon x gender neutral ARMY!reader

genre - fluff, humor; idol au

prompt - i do believe your galaxy

word count - 588

warnings - anxiety, being starstruck, namjoon being a sweetie

authors note - i have no idea how fan signs work and i’m not gonna bother learning how considering i’ll never go to one </3 but hope yall enjoy this

bts ghostie drabble marathon

You held your breath as you got closer and closer in line to the table. The table where BTS were gonna be right over you, looking at you and they’re going to be right in front of you. Not on a tiny screen or a few inches tall on a stage hundreds of feet away, but right directly in front of you. The thought alone made you feel a bit lightheaded (the loudness of the crowd and sounds of the cameras didn’t help either, but actually meeting members of BTS)

The moment of you placing your album on the table had finally arrived and you were greeted with the kind smile of Jimin. Possibly noticing your nervousness, asked you about how you were and complimented your outfit as he signed your album. You barely had any time to fully respond, considering you were still processing the compliment before you were moved onto the next member.

With each member, you felt a bit more ease as some of the awe of being starstruck was wearing off. They were just as kind and goodhearted people as you expected, giving you words of encouragement and smiling as you complimented their works and their accomplishments. 

 However as you got closer and closer to the end of the table where Namjoon, your bias, was sitting, the anxiety was building up again. You repeated in your head over and over what you wanted to say to him when you got the ticket, when you were outside, and while you waited in line. You wanted to thank him for his music and how wonderful he was, and show off the wrist tattoo you’d gotten of one of the lyrics to your favorite song. Once Yoongi had finished signing your album and you thanked him, he bid you goodbye and handed you off to Namjoon.

“Hi,” he gave you a smile, dimples full on display as wrote his signature. Suddenly everything you had wanted to say was thrown out the door. Words didn’t compute in your mind as you stared up at his handsome face. When Namjoon noticed your silence, he gave you a look of concern. “Are you alright?”

Your body reacted before your mind you could even possibly think to catch up, shoving your wrist up into his face, startling him. “You’vereallyhelpedmealotthankyousomuchihavethistattooinyourhonor.” The words flooded past your lips, and you felt your face burn from embarrassment as he looked at you bewildered. 

You were about to pull your arm away when you heard an “Oh!” and a large warm hand wrapped around your wrist, fully exposing your tattoo to him. “This is really cute.” He commented as his free hand traced over the lines of the words, the planet, and stars that made up your tattoo. “I do believe your galaxy.” Namjoon repeated as he looked back to meet your eyes. “Magic Shop is your favorite song?” You nodded unable to find your voice as your brain was still on the fact that he was still holding your hand! “It’s a good song, I’m glad you like it.”

“I think you broke them, Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi’s voice chuckled next to Namjoon, who was watching with glee. 

“Ah, sorry.” He apologized bashfully, but didn’t let go of your hand just yet. “I hope you enjoy the new album.”

“I will!” You spurted out, your voice finally making an appearance again. “But- I just want to thank you so much, for everything you do. You’ve helped me so much.”

Namjoon gave your hand a squeeze. “You’re welcome.”

[1ddotdhq]

❌Wed 25 Nov ‘20🎫

Harry and Louis are having another competition, clearly! This time, they’re competing for which one keeps us updaters busier - Louis won today, by the way. The tickets for his livestream went up today as promised, and, like clockwork, the Veeps website went down. Sighhhh come on, guys! We WARNED you about this - PLEASE don’t have this happen on the day of! But fear not, Louis was around and tweeting the whole time, assuring fans that it would work, and everyone could get a ticket. (It took the Intern about six hours, but I finally got mine! Discourse got it in two hours, so that’s the time discrepancy on ticket purchase time). Louis expressed his surprise that site was having issues (literally howwww??? It’s been TEN YEARS!), and said, “you’re all legends! Here we goooooo” , and told fans that we “deserve it!” - it being a chance to watch him perform lmao I stan a confident king! He also promised “one or two” surprises during the concert, said of a piece of fan art “boom! That’s fucking amazing” (it really was, congrats to the artist for a phenomenal piece), confirmed that he loved all his fans, saying yes that one and also that one to various countries for a while before presumably realizing that could continue all day if he didn't draw a line, and promised a bucket hat in his next merch drop. AND! Speaking of merch! You can get a shirt with the cool backlit stage pic they used for his new socials and the veeps background that says CREW on the back and comes with a 'crew' lanyard, or a black mask (!!!) with xx smiley face! All proceeds go to his chosen charities, so go get the merch while it LASTS!

 And now for Harry’s valiant entry to today’s competition: He won best international artist at the ARIAS!!! It’s a fan voted award, and, in a rare move, he made a thank you video to the fans for voting: “...thank you to the fans who voted for me, and for the support that you’ve given me offset the last couple of years and also the years before that. So thank you so much. I hope you’re staying safe.” You too, man! Especially with how BUSY he is going to be in the next month! And now for the “people around Harry talk about him” portion of the update: Anne reminded us that Harry used to be a (Star) baker in her Grammy congrats tweet,  Molly Hawkins posted some pictures yesterday celebrating the Grammy nomination, including one behind the scenes picture in which she had fully blacked a person out. Fans were quick to wonder why she had done that and who it could have been (Louis. People were wondering if it was Louis. There were paps and fans with cameras all over that filming but I mean sure anything is possible!) And Stevie Nicks came back to, uh, suggest a Sunflower Vol 6 music video that depicts a love story between *double checks* a flower and a bee. I wish I was making that up, but there you go - hey, at least H already has the tattoos for both parts of that story! She also goes on to say that she’s happy he decided to become a rock star and eschew the pop roots that were forced upon him in One Direction (and that he's apparently being forced to continue to celebrate and honor and enjoy in his free time mhmm), and that she has the perfect role for him in a miniseries based on Rhiannon (“a magician who doesn’t want to be king”). And in that same vein,Greg Berlanti's hot footie player husband, has signed with CAA,who is producing the upcoming My Policeman. The article says that it is “starring Harry Styles and Lily James”. The last we had heard about this, they were in negotiations... is this an update or simply careless phrasing? Seems a done deal either way, so let's have that exciting announcement! Or not, we do have a lot of other excitement to keep us busy right now.

Niall is being funny on twitter again, making fun of Trump with an “I WON THE GRAMMYS” tweet which landed really well with me and so I'm excited to report it! He also says that he wasn’t snubbed by the Grammys, “I’ll make the music and it’s ok if they decide it’s not Grammy worthy this year, I’ll try my best and hopefully it happens next time or another year.” It was a show of grace, sense, and maturity, love to see it. Also, his merch is 25% off today, and it’s all super high quality, so now’s your chance to get some at, well, cheapER prices anyway. And Liam’s thirst traps are BACK: Liam posted a shirtless selfie with necklaces around his neck and a few tattoos on display, and uh, a really YOUNG looking Maya making a silly face in the background. I don’t say this a lot, but sometimes I am reminded of how she is not even twenty years old, and it is...disconcerting. The picture is captioned “Work starts in 8 hours” and I HOPE that means work on his Christmas concert, which will go really well, if Naughty List is any indication: the song has been number 1 on the Top Triller US Charts for two weeks!

(update from Discourse: there was an error in early versions of yesterday's post, apologies to anyone who saw that one-- Harry is not the first member of 1D to receive a Grammy nod, that was technically Zayn, who hit so many of those milestones first, but Harry got the first solo noms and is well positioned to become the first winner amongst them, get in Harry! )

[lizzy-williams]

𝐦𝐫. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

((Howdy there, this is my first time writing on here, so I hope you enjoy!))

Masterlist

Summary: You accept a job as an assistant to the now world-famous Colson Baker, who shattered the charts with his album Tickets To My Downfall, and an Oscar winner for his success in the award-winning film titled Midnight in the Switchgrass, which also starred his ex, Megan Fox. But once you are accepted for the job, you seem to get closer than anticipated with Mr. Baker. 

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑫 graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business administration, you had never expected to be getting a job like this. Sure, you had heard about your employer. He had won an Oscar for christ’s sake. Not to mention a Grammy-winning album. You had to say that personally, you were a fan, which was one of the main reasons you interviewed for the job. But never in a million years did you think you would land it. 

When you were employed, you were expected to start right after you had applied, which you obliged, even though his house was a thirty-minute drive away. 

So now, there you were, sitting in your car, taking deep breaths. You had arrived several minutes early. You had pulled into the driveway, breathing in and out as you prepared yourself. You were excited but scared out of your mind.

“Come on, AJ, you got this, just go in there and try to not be a nuisance,” you spoke to yourself. With a deep breath, you exited the vehicle brushing yourself up, walking up the long, intimidating stairs. 

You raised your hand up, taking hold of the lion-shaped knocker and knocked three times, the echos being heard even from the outside. The door was large and almost looming over you with its height. You took the waiting time to look around at the garden out front, trimmed to perfection and colorful pink roses littering the gravel. It was nothing less than stunning. 

“Who’s there?” a voice asked, making you jump, your eyes shifting around. 

You then realized the voice was a Ring doorbell system, and you mentally slapped yourself for not just using that. You leaned down slightly, trying to meet the camera’s eye, giving a warm smile. 

“Um, I’m Adeline Williams, I’m the new assistant for Mr. Baker, I was instructed to start today,”

“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” 

The voice was deeper then what you would think Mr. Baker would sound like, having seen plenty of interviews. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a tall African-American male. He had to be at least six feet tall. 

“What’s up, I’m Slim,” He held his hand out for a handshake, which you quickly took. 

“Yeah, I’m Adeline, but you can just call me AJ,” you responded, “Where is Mr. Baker?”

“Yeah, he’s still asleep. His manager made you a binder for your duties and other stuff. It’s good to meet you though, just feel free to come in and grab your stuff in the kitchen.” He stated, stepping aside and motioning for you to enter. 

You walked in, taking in the entryway. The walls were littered with gold record plaques for collabs he had done with other artists. Paintings of him were scattered around, some furniture almost automatically spotted that looked more expensive than your entire apartment. The ceiling was high-up, light fixtures illuminating the space, giving off a warm feel to the area. 

You slipped off your flats, Slim already slipping away into the maze of the house, leaving you to find the kitchen by yourself. Your sock-clad feet patted across the hard floor, your eyes wandering around, trying to find the kitchen in the stupidly large house. 

You walked down a hallway, reaching another large room, but now the walls were covered in posters and guitars, a drum set in the corner, recording systems, speakers, and even a Monster Energy Drink sponsored mini fridge which was fully stocked, drawings and art above it, the window next to it letting a fair amount of light in, the curtains drawn. You walked over to the drum set, running your hand on one of the symbols, which had sadly had a light coat of dust on it. Come to think of it, so did most of the other instruments.

“You could play them if you want,” another voice said behind you, making you jump and whip around, your eyes instantly meeting the eyes of your employer. 

He was tall, six foot four according to Google, his exposed chest littered with so many tattoos, you couldn’t possibly count them all. His bleach-blond hair was long and shaggy on top of his head, meaning he had probably just woken up, grey sweatpants covering his bottom half, the hem of his boxers peeking over the waistband of the grey material, making you blush and meet his eyes again. 

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I don’t play,” you then mentally slapped yourself once again, “Sorry, what am I saying. I’m Adeline - Um, Williams, I’m here as your new assistant.” 

He looked you up and down, taking in you attire, a slight sneer appearing on his face, only for a second. You guessed by his reaction that you were over-dressed. 

“You look like a kindergarten teacher.” he laughed. 

“Uhm, noted, do you... want me to take off my sweater or something?” you asked. 

He scoffed, biting his lip and turning away, holding back from saying something that you were guessing would piss you off. 

You sighed, slipping off your sweater and messing with your hands, “Would you mind showing me to your kitchen? Your friend, Slim told me that your manager had had something in there for me,”

“Yeah, follow me,” he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away, your own small feet scuttering across the floor, following him. 

And of course, the kitchen was as stunning at the rest of the house, the size, making it look like a gourmet kitchen. And there on one of the granite countertops was a .5 inch pale white binder. Colson walked over to his coffee machine, starting it up and watching you walk over, opening it up. 

It listed normal duties like setting up venues for tours, making appointments with the production company, merchandise shipment, and payment, normal duties for Colson himself, (Making iced coffee, booking flights, rides for Casie, his daughter, for school, etc.), and traveling with him to the recording studio for sessions, along with renting time for the studio itself. 

“So, what do ya think. The list gonna scare you off?” he asked, a sly smile on his face. 

“Well, seems easy enough. It just seems like a lot of booking things.” you smiled, “But it shouldn’t be a problem at all, Mr. Baker.”

He grimaced, “Yikes, just call me Colson. You make me sound like an old man. And if I’m going to be seeing you every day, we kinda need to be on a first-name basis.” he said, opening one of the hundreds of cabinets on the wall, pulling out a mug, “What’s your name again?”

“Adeline. But you can just call me AJ.” you looked back down at the papers, turning to a page to all the numbers needed for your position. 

“What’s the J?” 

“Huh?” you asked, not looking away from the page. 

“Well, in AJ I already know what the A is, so what’s the J?” He smirked, pouring the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, pressing start. 

“Oh, um, Jane.” you shrugged off. 

“Adeline Jane Williams,” he repeated to himself out loud. 

Your heart unintentionally fluttered. Never in a million years did you think that Colson Baker, Machine Gun Kelly, would ever say your full name. 

The day went by smoothly, your brain soon catching onto the rhythm of things, you and Colson making small talk as you typed away, sending emails to the publishing companies, his agent, manager, and PR team. Colson would occasionally text you to make him a drink, which you did, always getting right back to work afterward. People came in and out, paying you no mind. The only one you honestly recognized was Rook, his drummer, who only came in to grab a beer from the fridge. Soon enough, the time reached 5 o’clock. 

“So, what do you wanna eat?” he suddenly asked, walking into the kitchen area, leaning over the counter you were working at. 

The sound of the TV played as you heard the laughter of a group of people in the other room. 

“Oh, I honestly have no preference,” you answered honestly, looking up from your Chromebook. 

“You sure? Me and the guys were gonna Postmate some stuff, but they can’t decide either.”

“Ummm, I heard there’s a really good restaurant downtown called Beau Jo's. Hear they have a mean menu of Cajun food.” you perked up, 

“Alright, Beau Jo’s it is.” He responded, picking up his phone and walking away. 

Even though you two had small talk, you still felt like he was so cold to you. Like he didn’t like you, or he didn’t trust you. But you really needed this job. After you finished with your work, you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

There, you were greeted with glancing eyes of 20 or more people, who were scattered throughout the space. 

A man walked up to you, looking eccentric as ever. You only knew him because you knew he dated Bella Thorne, but you would never tell him that. 

“Heyyyy, you must be the new assistant. Welcome to the best years of your life!” he greeted, slinging an arm around your shoulders, a cola in his other hand. The smell of expensive cologne. 

“Modern Sunshine, I presume?” I asked in a snobby British accent, making him laugh. 

“Yo Kells! I like this chick!” he called out to Colson, who was across the room talking to some blond broad in short shorts and a crop top. 

“Why don’t you come meet the rest of the guys.”

Well, you knew it was coming. It was the end of the night and everyone had gone home, and it was your job to order Ubers for everyone who wasn’t fit to drive. (Which was close to half the people there). 

You gathered up your things, sighing as you grabbed your kindergarten teacher sweater, packing it in your bag along with your computer and everything else. Finally, you tucked the binder into the back pocket. 

“You heading out?” Colson asked from behind you, his hand on your shoulder. 

Your arms formed goosebumps as you looked back smiling, “Yeah, I think it’s that time.” 

“Cool. Well, have a good night.” he said while you slipped on your flats, “Oh, and one more thing before you go.”

You turned your head to look into his eyes. 

“Tomorrow wear something more... spicy,”

[sinnamonfox]

~ Sean x Finn - A band AU~

There’s this somewhat lengthy AU I wrote in the beginning of May but wasn’t ready to post it. It’s more detailed NSFW than the rest of the snippets I’ve posted here and I guess I felt self-conscious about it, but.. it’s stupid? Soo fuck insecurities, here comes a dose of a smutty AU with the boys. Enjoy <3 

NSFW warning: blowjob, riding & use of recreational drugs

The Humboldt Crew has become a relatively famous alternative band among teens in Seattle's area in the last 6 years. The members are all teenage runaways, highschool drop-outs who met and connected through their same goal in life; making music (and getting high also helped in bonding). They play punk music with a hint of some softer vibes here and there. Cassidy's the lead singer, with the occasional acoustic guitar, Hannah, the eldest of them's behind the drums. Penny plays the bass while Finn, the youngest, shreds the electric guitar. 

Finn's 24, got his dreads in a ponytail with all sorts of beads in it, his left arm is covered in wristbands, has different kinds of metal rings, covering parts of his 'free piza' tattoo which isn't his only ink by any means. He's got the triangles, the vertical line on his chin, the few other lines and nonsense scattered all over his body which he got while being wasted or just because he could. He even has a full-sleeve on his left arm, it's a mix of 'cool, abstract shit' as he’d said it.

Finn's easy going, very sweet and chill with their fans, more often than not hooking up with some of them but he's got a steady fuck buddy thing going on with Hannah if neither of them get a date by the end of the night after a gig. Finn loves to fuck, just like his tattoo suggests, the post-concert adrenaline mixed with the marijuana making those strangers all the more appealing. Deep down he knows he’s missing something. The feel of belonging romantically to someone else and having a meaningful connection is something he wishes he had but doesn’t feel like he deserves it. 

Sean's a band geek, currently a senior in college at the age of 22. He's studying art, already making money out of it due to his luck, talent and having a best friend who majors in marketing. Lyla manages the advertisement, finds clients for him and is basically doing everything important accounting work for her childhood best friend, so naturally they share the income. It's a working deal between the two, helped them find a small but nice little apartment. They get graphic design commissions from small and medium-sized businesses to have their logo made, the style of their website, menus for restaurants and so on.

Sean's love life is dull, to put it bluntly. They go to college parties with Lyla and different concerts in the city so he's sort of trying to have fun, meeting new people along the way. He's bisexual and not a virgin in any sense. Had three girlfriends in the past and a boyfriend but none of them ended too well. Sean feels like he didn't find common ground with any of them, not in a classical romantic sense and not between the sheets either so they weren't long-lasting relationships. Sean was longing to finally find someone like that so Lyla, the Love Witch was on the lookout for him, 'advertising' not only his art but her best friend too whenever she had the chance, even though Sean asked her not to, multiple times.

Sean knows The Humboldt Crew's music, been a fan with Lyla since around the beginning. They get a commission from them to make different designs for their merch and their third album cover. Needless to say, he's excited to be working on that and as a friendly gesture, they even receive V.I.P. tickets to one of their shows. They get to rock out in the front row, singing along to the lyrics they both know so well with a plastic cup of beer in their hands and whoa, that guitarist is kinda hot?

Finn's a star, but one of those who don't even realize how good they are. Finn goes with the flow, he's confident and isn't afraid to be himself on stage, he enjoys the music immensely and it's showing in his behavour. He's jumping around with Penny and Cassidy, sharing grins and joyful looks, even takes off his tank top halfway through the concert to the crowd's amazement. Lyla notices Sean's interest and tells him how she's heard that he was pansexual so he's got a chance but Sean brushes it off, not believing that for a second.

She drags him backstage after the concert to meet the band. They're just as chill as they seem from afar, a very interesting crew with different personalities that somehow still found a way to work together. Sean can tell they're like a family from how they act around each other. The second Finn lays eyes on Sean from across the room, he just knows he needs to get to him so he walks up and introduces himself charmingly, flirting from the get go which instantly has Sean's cheeks go red because holy shit, this guy.

Finn picks up on it, knows he's got a chance and makes it his mission to seduce Sean because he's fucking smitten with the shy artist. Sean stammers, feeling like and idiot, especially since Finn's still half-naked with his sexy tattoos out in the open and are those nipple piercings? Lyla sees Sean's face and doesn’t need more, she scores them an invite to the band's house, where the private afterparty is held.

Of course, they get high. Finn chose to sit next to Sean, pressed to his side and is doing everything to mercilessly tease the younger to the point where he has to excuse himself and go out for some fresh air. It's not even that he's nervous, the weed and buzz from the alcohol has him in a good mood but Finn gets him so ridiculously turned on, like never before and he doesn't know what to do with it. The nonchalant touches on his thigh, his hot breath on his ear telling him he wants to see his skillful artist hands in action sometime, those pet names that make him melt and want to climb in his lap right there. This isn't like him, not at all. Sean never had a one night stand before but he was actually considering it because the guitarist is downright irresistible.

He smokes a cigarette out there in the dimly lit backyard, alone with his thoughts, at least for a while. Finn gets worried, thinking he came on too strong or he misunderstood the signs. Sean's startled out of his train of thought when Finn joins him on the wooden bench outside. He goes to apologize when Sean frowns and stops him. "No, no! Shit dude- I'm totally into it, it's just.." He lets out a frustrated sound, the words not coming to him as he gestures helplessly with his hands as if that'd help his case. "Never done something like this, I just met you and you're hot as hell, feeling me up and- Fuck, maybe I'll just shut up." Finn's easy laughter makes him smile too because somehow, it doesnt feel like he's laughing at him. 

"Damn sweetie, ever been told you're real cute when you get all blushy?" Finn teases which just makes it worse. Tells Sean he doesn't have to do anything he's not 100% sure about and he won't make him either. Finn’s starting to really like Sean. Interacting with him feels so real, no lies and pretending. The artist doesn’t treat him differently just because he’s semi-famous. Meanwhile, Sean's touched by his patience and thanks him for being so cool, also shuffles closer to the tattooed punk because he does want it, tells him so. 

"Then what are you afraid of?" The question breezes out of Finn’s mouth, the corners quirking up from finding Sean adorable.

"Nothing." Sean whispers back before closing the distance between them and it's one of those legendary, movie-like kisses that neither of them had before, with fireworks going off in the background. One that shakes you to the core and leaves you trembling, sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Sparks fly and it turns extremely heated with Sean swinging his leg over Finn's lap, Finn's calloused guitarist fingers travel up his tshirt at the back and pull the artist closer in desperation. Finn’s tongue tests the waters, asking permission into Sean’s mouth and he gains it almost immediately. After a few minutes of making out, they're both so stupidly hard, grinding mindlessly against each other while exchanging the sloppy kisses that fill up the night air with wet smacking sounds and occasional moans from the both of them. Finn's the one to initiate continuing it in his room, ready to back out if needed but as Sean's lustfilled eyes find his, telling him to lead the way, he’s sure about what comes next.

They sneak by the others and up the stairs but they're not even fully on the second level before Finn presses Sean against the wall and their lips collide in burning passion. Sean's making needy sounds and Finn's so drunk on it, pining his wrists to the wall and massaging their tongue’s together, taking charge of the situation. Sean absolutely loves it.

Somehow, the two men find themselves in the messy room with Sean on his back on a beat-up mattress. It's a miracle they managed to get that far. Not even five minutes later they're both fully naked and Finn's sucking off the younger eagerly, his mouth proving to be just as skillful working on his cock as it was spewing out filth, his fingers are opening up the tan male thoroughly. When Sean can't take it any longer, he pulls him up by his dreads and flips them over to Finn's surprise. 

After taking care of protection and applying lube, Sean sinks down on Finn's impressive length with a long, drawn-out moan that's rivaled by Finn's sounds of pleasure and his praises. His strong thighs flex as he begins bouncing. He’s clawing at the flat, pale stomach in ecstasy because this is perfect, Finn’s length is just perfect, hitting his sweet spots without needing to be guided. Sean wants to keep it down but when Finn starts fucking up right into his prostate, he loses all sense of control and let's go of his high-pitched moans. Finn takes the opportunity to take over again and pushes Sean on his back to pummel into him wildly, his dreads bouncing with his movements, both of them sweating. Sean can't think of anything else, he only feels the way Finn's sliding in and out of him, angling his hips with such expertise, it drives him crazy.

When Sean comes, it's with a scream of Finn's name that he paints his stomach, one hand jacking himself off, the fingers on the other digging into Finn's back, holding on for dear life. He clenches around Finn's dick which sends the other over the edge as well, spilling in the condom with a loud grunt and chanting of his partner's name. Sean's heart is thumping in his ears as he feels Finn breathe raggedly into his neck in the aftermath. He also has a lazy smile on his face when the older kisses him again. They're both sort of surprised at what just happened so no wonder they're grinning like idiots. Finn chuckles into the brief, sensual kiss before gently pulling out and taking care of the mess they've made with the help of Sean.

They're exhausted, it was a long night. Finn tells Sean he should stay if he wanted to, the arm he throws over Sean's sweaty torso is nice and despite their messiness, the artist burrows closer, welcoming the hug and agreeing to the plan. They fall asleep that way, wrapped up in each other, strangers who just met a few hours ago yet it’s already had such a huge impact on both of them. The next morning, Sean wakes up earlier and yesterday’s events come back to him, making him blush. He's hugging the musician's naked body from the back which just feels so natural, as if it wasn't the first time it happened and he's known him for longer than just one night. As Sean begins overthinking, it hits him; was this really a casual hook up? Are all of them so damn hard to walk away from? He feels somewhat stupid for having those feelings but.. this man beside him seems so full of love. The way he treated his crew, how he made sure Sean was feeling comfortable with the situation, his eyes going soft whenever Sean stuttered in embarrassment of right when he released.

When those piercing blue eyes take him in after waking up, Finn starts the morning with a groggy, „Good mornin’, beautiful.” Sean’s heart skips a beat and in the next second soft lips are on his again, movements so different to the night prior. More languid and sweet, as if Finn was bittersweetly memorizing the curve of Sean’s lips before he disappears, like he’s just used to people leaving him after they get what they want. Sean kisses back with the same intensity, no rushing in the slightest. They share a lazy smile, Sean’s face is flushed and connects their lips once again, letting Finn know he has no intentions leaving just yet. 

He’ll have time to thank Lyla later.

[cmtrydrve]

            hey ! my name’s link , i go by he/they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! my only personality trait is being a bts , sment & girl groups enthusiast . i’m an aries sun with a pisces moon , which means i can be aggro , am always loud & obnoxious , but am a secretly sensitive softy , so plz be nice to me !!! this is my child , mikey , who’s stuck in 2006 & never grew out of his emo phase ( take that , mom ! ) . he’s also an aries , because my jjks always end up like that . hopefully , you’ll love him as much as i already do ! under the cut , you’ll find some misc . info & wanted connections . here are links to his dossier page & his pinterest board , which will hopefully give you some deeper insight . i’m excited to be here & write with you all ! like this if you’d like to plot & i’ll fly to your ims , but also feel free to add me on d*scord ( it’s easier for me as well ) : no brain only loving bts#6669 !

— jeon jungkook. he/they. demiboy. | was that michael “mikey” kwon i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a record store clerk / studying communications , but i’ve always just seen them dyeing their hair different colors with kool-aid . they live in 3c and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of getting into arguments online , an entirely black wardrobe and drinking six cups of coffee to make it through the day . 

misc . info :

his parents are both very hip artists who met & fell in love while attending art school. they’re both very modern kind of parents, which meant that mikey grew up around a lot of self-expression (& being told to try it for himself), paint everywhere & pot.

growing up, he was allowed to paint his walls & even ceiling however he pleased & it instilled a love of creativity in him. his parents still have paintings he did as a child hanging up on their walls & fridge. even now, he still draws casually, though it was always a hobby for him & not his actual passion.

his parents are extremely caring & understanding. as a teenager, they allowed him to go out & party & always made sure to get him home safely. mikey genuinely can not remember a single time they ever yelled at him even when he fucked up massively. so he tries his best to make sure they’re happy & taken care of. but they’re adamant in supporting whatever mikey wants to do.

they were both the alternative types, which meant that rock music filled their home. mikey was familiar with classic rock from a young age & the sounds of fleetwood mac & other similar bands fills him with a warmth that can only be attained from childhood nostalgia.

his first taste of love came at the age of seven. his parents always brought home new albums to listen to & his dad purchased three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance. while the screaming & raging instruments could have been too much for anyone else his age, mikey embraced it fully.

it ignited an adoration for the genre as a whole & soon enough, his parents were bringing home various emo music albums to sate the always dramatic & over-reacting mikey. for christmas, he received mcr’s discography (at the time, just two albums) on vinyl, which he still has hanged proudly on his wall as an adult.

he owns every variation of every mcr album now. vinyl, cd, cassettes. he even collects the japanese versions because he likes the way they’re designed.

he dropped the name mike / michael because of mikey way & he refuses to answer to anything else.

even though it’s largely part of “cringe culture” now (which mikey refuses to participate in), he loves hot topic & goes there whenever he can. his closet is full of band tees & he has a drawer filled with those spiky belts, bracelets & pants with the suspenders from his teenage years.

he’s been dyeing his hair regularly since he was twelve. he’s had every color under the sun. this is what his hair currently looks like but he dyes the highlights with kool-aid, so the color is always changing.

he has a nostril piercing & would probably get more done if someone so much as implied that he should.

he has a mcr stan twitter account & he gets into fights with everyone he decides has a wrong opinion. he’s been suspended multiple times for being too aggressive online, but he always comes back. he also has a tumblr account but he just uses it to reblog pictures of gerard way (his bias KJHFDKJ).

he works at a record store & goes to school for communications. he hopes to either be a radio dj or podcast host. he wants to get paid to talk about how much he loves music either way. but he loves his current job because he gets to talk about music all day and recommend albums to people. also it’s helpful in perfecting his own vinyl collection.

yes, he cried the day mcr broke up & yes he bought tickets to all their reunion shows. he took the day off when the tickets went on sale & his boss was understanding, knowing how much he loves the band.

he’s extremely impulsive. if you tell him to do anything, he more than likely will. he has a lot of stupid scribbled tattoos on him for this reason, especially on his hands.

while he doesn’t mind appearing masculine & even embraces it, he doesn’t fully align with being a man. he started identifying as nonbinary in his teens, but has never felt 100% a man his whole life. he’s fine with both he or they pronouns for the most part, though he does have his preferences day to day. he introduces himself as nonbinary so it’s not a secret & everyone who interacts with him is aware.

he’s kind of a party animal. he’s that loud person who drinks too much & ends up blacked out on the floor.

he gets in trouble a lot, because he plays music very loudly at both his workplace & his apartment. but he’s of the opinion that if music is too loud for you then you’re just too old.

he’s aggressive & very arrogant. he will fight you about anything & everything. he just likes to argue & he thinks he’s right about everything.

in typical aries fashion, he loves to flirt & be flirted with. he just adores attention & seeks out affection where he can find it. he gets crushes really easily & pursues aggressively (he’s extremely charming & good at making people feel good about themselves), but he gets bored when he actually obtains the person he desires. he’s never really seriously dated, but has had over a billion crushes in his lifetime.

thought dramatic & annoying most of the time, he’s also very loyal & has a good heart. if you’re in his circle of people he likes, then he’ll do anything for you point blank. he always tells his friends that he’d die for him & he means it.

while he tries to appear confident, he has secret insecurities stemming from being the middle child. he has issues with feeling like he’s not good enough or thinks he’s unnoticed by everyone, so he acts up by being dramatic.

he drinks A LOT of coffee, so he’s pretty much always bouncing off the walls.

he’s extremely pansexual & loud about it. if you’ve known him for longer than five minutes then you’ll find out how he wishes he could smash gerard way specifically in the helena mv to smithereens.

he very casually knows how to play guitar. he’s that person who plays wonderwall at every party.

while he’s not a fan of pop music, he knows most girl group dances & can do them well.

wanted connections :

exes (any gender. it will more than likely be something casual, like a few months or less, but we can discuss the timeline! also it can be messy or friendly. extra points if there’s lingering feelings!)

hookups / fwbs (any gender. singular experiences or regular type things)

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in seattle (childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff)

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes (don’t mind who has the feelings!)

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea

party buddies (can be drinking &/or smoking). emo music buddies. netflix buddies. any of these can be combined.

enemies???? (if we can decide on a suitable plot. or enemies with benefits :smirk:)

someone who knows of mikey from his stan twitter but doesn’t realize it’s him & talks shit openly about the asshole who runs the account in front of him.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, someone who he flirts with in the dms & they plan to meet up after realizing they live in the same apartment building.

tinder date (it can go well or not)

frequent customers (customers he flirts with or can’t stand because they just loiter or gets into fights with because they have bad taste in music

someone who takes advantage of mikey being willing to do anything he’s dared to do. make him do all the stupid shit he shouldn’t be doing, whether it’s getting tattoos / piercings or anything dangerous or just idiotic.

you’re sick of this asshole blasting music late at night & go to yell at him for it but oops he’s actually attractive (or you actually can’t stand him, whichever GKDHFGJFKD).

i have a huge tag full of plots i’d love to do on my rp spam blog. not all of them will be fitting for mikey but just ask me & we can try to change some elements or something!

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it!

[notbrianeno]

#443: Sigur Rós - Ágætis byrjun

A decade:

1999: I get a copy of the NME with a free CD* containing lots of songs by bands I don't know, and one or two by bands I do know. This was an era where apart from Steve Lamacq’s Evening Session on Radio One, I didn't have much of an avenue for musical discoveries beyond free CDs with music magazines, which I was grateful for. I can’t remember what else was on this CD, maybe Super Furry Animals’ <10 second secret track “Citizen’s Band”**. Oh, and a song by post-Britpop groaners Terris, who I despised for the singer’s voice. I suspect I might enjoy them if I listened to them today, but it’s too late for that now. The CD includes a single edit of “Svefn-g-englar”, which I listened to once and ignored afterwards. I didn’t get it. I liked songs with audible and assertive guitars, and men who lacked the articulation to properly sing about their feelings so they sang about beer and socialism. This was in the transitional period from my Oasis phase to my Manic Street Preachers phase. I think my first serious musical obsessions were pretty respectable for the ages I was at. 

2004: My friend Charlie has a radio show on UEA’s Live Wire station, and on these digital airwaves and in his whitewashed cinderblock bedroom across the whitewashed cinderblock hall from my whitewashed cinderblock bedroom, he introduced me to post-rock. Which I was grateful for. After hearing “Starálfur”, I finally got it. I made a lot of mix CDs back then, and this song made it onto most of them, or at least most of the ones I made for girls. My motives were pretty transparent, and my efforts largely in vain.

2008: Post-graduation, I’m living for a few weeks in London, doing work experience at Puffin Books, back when I thought a career in publishing was a viable option. Bit of advice for any younger readers: try not to graduate into a recession right as the wave hits the shore. On a whim, I walked over to a Methodist-meeting-hall-theatre in the indifferent shadow of the Houses of Parliament, and was on the receiving end of one of the more profound moments of kindness I’ve ever witnessed. The event was fully sold out, and only one solitary tout was trying to buy spares. I shadowed him, and pled my case to the kid who had a spare because his friend couldn't make it. He sold it to me for face value, under the nose of a tour offering him double. Which I was grateful for. My first time seeing Sigur Rós was, at the time, probably the best gig I’d seen, and still a top 5 show for me. During the outro of Olsen Olsen, a four- or five-piece brass band emerged from a doorway halfway up the wall to stage left, marched down a staircase, across the front of the stage, up another staircase and exit stage right. It was just about the most delightful thing I had ever witnessed.

2009: I’ve spent a weirdly-pleasant-for-London summer day touring City University with my brother (who either the previous Christmas or the next Christmas bought me this album on vinyl. Which I was grateful for.***), and for lack of anything better to do, we wander over to Hyde Park and get some cheap tickets for Neil Young. Paul McCartney came out at one point and they did A Day In The Life. Earlier in the evening, we were chatting to either a South African, an Australian, or a South African and an Australian, who was either trying to sell us weed or sell us on the concept of weed. My memory is hazy. I got distracted by the sight of a tattoo of the alien foetus cover art from this album on the shoulder of a person who I promptly declare that I want to hug, but by the time I get up to do it they have disappeared in the crowd. So it goes. Later that night I have a memory of sitting on the pavement by a bus stop talking to a man who said he was Jim from Massive Attack, and who I had no reason to disbelieve.

*IIRC the CD was titled “Come On Try Young” with a cover that was a parody of Mogwai’s Come On Die Young. Another band that I did not have the patience or palate for until I was older.

** I'm setting a dangerous precedent by putting song titles in quotes and italicising albums because I know I won’t remember to do this every time and then my whole style is going to look sloppy and inconsistent.

*** I just noticed I switched tense in every single paragraph, let’s just call it my own idiosyncratic style instead of taking the thirty seconds to correct it. Another dangerous precedent.

[sincerelybluevase]

Didn't think all questions from 'Asks' could be proposed, so there you go: all the questions (1 to 96) or as much as you can!

Well thank you, nonny! I shall put these under a cut. 

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Closed, because you never know what might be in there!

(2) Do You Have Freckles? I wish I did, but alas! My sisters do have them so jealous much. 

(3) Can You Whistle? I can, but I can’t carry a tune I’m afraid. 

(4) Last Song You Listened To. Almost by Hozier. 

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? It’s a tie between blue and red. 

(6) Relationship Status. Taken, and happily so!

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? 16 degrees Celsius, so that’s about 61 F.

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? I woke up from a nightmare, so it wasn’t really the best sort of waking. That said, I’m not cranky per se, just a bit sleepy still.

(9) How Many Followers? 438

(10) Zodiac Sign. Aquarius

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? Blue!

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? Not daily; I take vitamin D tablets you have to take every few days. Before I used to take a different vitamin D tablet daily, though!

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? No but I do talk to myself haha. 

(14) What Books Are You Reading? The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien for a course at university, and Beyond Black by Hilary Mantel for fun. 

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. I don’t think you have to worry about Bilbo. 

(16) Favourite Anime? Hm, probably Howl’s Moving Castle. 

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? I’m trying to remember when I last cried. Either in front of my gf, or in front of my sisters. 

(18) Do You Collect Anything? Books and crystal skulls!

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? Nothing yet, because it is still morning. 

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? Our car isn’t big enough for that haha. 

(21) Favourite Animal? I think I would have to choose otters. 

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? I watch parts of it.

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? Well, I usually go up at 9.30, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually aiming for sleep at that point, haha. 

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? I’m allergic to make up, so no.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? Neither, because I hate swimming. 

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? How could I ever choose?

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? I live in the Netherlands, which has the cleanest tap water in the world. Therefore, drinking bottled water is almost criminal. 

(28) What Makes You Happy? Many things! My gf, my sisters, my dog, good books, writing, playing the piano, petrichor, warmth, hot tea...

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? It depends on what I am studying, truth be told. I do both, though I always use instrumental music. 

(31) Dogs Or Cats? Both. 

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? I don’t know. Probably a pastel blue, maybe orange?

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. Sadly, I have had neither. 

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? Not if I can help it. 

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Define magic. 

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? I’m wearing a dress. It’s denim, therefore blue. 

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? I can!

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? I’d like to say both, but I mainly spend it. 

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Yes; my phone case. 

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? I wouldn’t call it an obsession, but I have been listening to Lana Del Rey’s new album on repeat, and I’ve found myself craving gothic books.

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? I haven’t. 

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? No. 

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? All the freaking time!

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? No; the air is super dry, the seats are cramped and uncomfortable, the food too little and not very good. I do like I’m going somewhere, though. 

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. The only thing that comes to mind right now is Shrek the Fourth, which is somewhat embarrassing, but really I cry easily with films.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Sunflower seeds, though both are lovely when salted. 

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Hozier. 

(48) Are You A Picky Eater? I can’t eat gluten and I’m also lactose intolerant, so in that sense I am picky. If it boils down to what I actually like, I’m not. 

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Not at all. 

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? Nope!

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? Yes and yes!

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? No because I am perpetually afraid I will damage my ears and go deaf. 

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? I have only ever carved a pumpkin once, so I am going to go with that because it is so new. 

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? Mrs de Winter bin ich! From the German musical adaption of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca.

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) Transitioning from summer to autumn. 

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now? Some free time so I can finish my first draft and finish the book I’m reading. 

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. No.

(58) What Is Your Gender? Female.

(59) Coffee Or Tea? Tea.

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? I’m doing an English literature master, so I have homework all the time! I have to write a little essay about the letters of Margaret Cavendish, read LOTR, and choose a topic for an essay for my course on British and Irish fantasy novels.

(61) What Is Your Sexuality? Lesbian.

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? Yes.

(63) Favourite Pokemon? Bulbosaur.

(64) Favourite Social Media? Tumblr.

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? They can be fun!

(66) Do You Get Homesick? As a rule, no, but it depends on where I am and most of all with whom.

(67) Are You A Virgin? What a personal question!

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? I don’t use conditioner, but I am using a shampoo bar by Lush which I don’t remember the name of, but it is for blondes and has chamomille and smells like lemon. 

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? What an American question! It is not really something I will have to deal with, living in the Netherlands. Still, if it came to it I suppose my car is less dirty than a crappy motel room.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Yes.

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? Portrait of a Lady on Fire.

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? I don’t have one. 

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? I don’t really have one. 

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? That fully depends on the person those eyes belong to. As a general rule, brown eyes.

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? I do, and yes!

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? I’m eating a sandwich as we eat. 

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? Microsoft’s solitaire collection. 

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? I can’t give CPR, but if i could, I would, because I damn well hope someone would give me CPR if I was in that situation. 

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Yes.

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? No.

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? Again, depends on the context. 

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. I wear one on each thumb and one on my right middle finger. Can’t take a picture ATM

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? Closed.

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Brushed my teeth, made breakfast, talked to my gf. It’s 7.45 in the morning, guys.

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? Nothing. 

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. I have face moisturiser and that is it guys.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? A day person.

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. Candy crush friends, and Microsoft solitaire collection.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. Well this morning I had a nightmare where I had to perform an exorcism on a loved one, and it didn’t work. Come to think of it, I did try to bless them with ‘the father, the mother, and the holy ghost,’ so that may have had something to do with it not working. 

(90) Favourite Soda Drink? Fanta or 7-up.

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? My gf laughing, rain on leaves (I am not that much of a rain person though), birds. 

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? Sweats are more comfy, Jeans look better. 

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? Tired. 

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. Music. 

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? I don’t want one. I am too fickle; I’d grow bored of it after a while.

(96) Favourite YouTuber? I don’t have one favourite since I use youtube for different things. 

[heartxshaped-bruises]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

Emmanuel Santino

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Emmanuel Santino, born Jiménez NICKNAME. Manuel, Emmi GENDER. cis male HEIGHT. 6′0″, 183cm AGE. 29 / 30 ZODIAC. Virgo SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Spanish 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Dark Brown EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. Tanned BODY TYPE. Manuel’s tall and heavy. Broad shoulders but he’s not ripped. Not a big fan of work-out, he only hits the gym when it’s about his health - for an example, when it comes to rehab after an injury. VOICE. A little hoarse, often sounds as if he’s smirking. DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. On duty, he often makes himself broader than he is to scare off potential threats, but even in his private life, his body language gives away that he’s cocky and very aware of his capabilities. SCARS. His knees are scarred due to childhood stupidity, like inline-skating without protectors, fights at school or fooling around with his friends. TATTOOS. His uncle Arturo constantly tries to talk him into letting him give a free tat, but Manuel isn’t easy to convince. Not necessarily because of the tattoo itself but because of Arturo; he doesn’t trust him to not give him something stupid since he already did that to someone else. BIRTHMARKS. On his neck behind his right ear are two but other than that, nowhere on display. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His lips and earrings. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Mexico City HOMETOWN. San Diego SIBLINGS. None; but his uncle Arturo is like a brother to him since they’re almost the same age. PARENTS. Horatio & Cassandra Santino (adoptive); Gabriela Jiménez ✝ & Marco Luis Herrera 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Bodyguard CURRENT RESIDENCE. Los Angeles || thread dependent CLOSE FRIENDS. Arturo Jiménez, Choi Sunwoo over at @shadowedsunshine​ RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single but likes to go out on dates - if he finds the time. FINANCIAL STATUS.  Middle Class DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. CRIMINAL RECORD. He often gets speeding tickets and once had to pay a penality charge for two unlicenced TVs. The peak of his criminal career xD VICES. Judgemental, a bit of a bully, cocky 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO.  Medium TURN ON’S. Hands on his chest, lip biting, the display of neck, smiling, dancing, joking, tracing of lips, laughter, long eye-contact, mild jealousy, joint activities they both like TURN OFF’S. Rushing things, possessiveness, patronization LOVE LANGUAGE.  Teasing, saving free time for each other, baking. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Manuel often holds doors open for himself. That often lead to people interpreting either too much or too little into what’s going on and also isn’t fair towards them. It takes a while until he’s fully sure what he actually wants.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Lightning Crashes by Live HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Video Games, heading to the beach, spending time with his families, inline-skating LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left-brained PHOBIAS. Acrophobia ( fear of heights); he’s not afraid of them but he’s suspicious of cats. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.Very high. When he was younger it lead to overestimation of himself - it still does sometimes, but meanwhile he can estimate his own capabilities very good. He finds it easy to take pride in something and likes to show off. VULNERABILITIES. His families. Family’s everything to him. Also, his above mentioned self-confidence - if you’d attack him in it he most likely will take any challeng to restore it.

TAGGED BY: @amaarok  ( thank you :D ) TAGGING: @vitrexanima  @betweenshadcws  @shadowedsunshine  @wvtchy  @thanaredreamtof  @okayyeahsurewhynotcool  @transylvaniangrl  @wildborne && everyone who wants to!

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In The Air Tonight (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST!

This was requested by @arealmermaid

WARNINGS: Smut, blood and religion?

Michael Langdon x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2459

Listen to: In The Air Tonight- cover By In This Moment 

The thought of dying a virgin wasn’t a pressing matter for Y/n.  She was the purest lily-white creature this world had ever seen. Being raised in a traditional Christian household, she never did wrong. When it’s said she never did wrong, she did not have a single sinful bone in her body. It was almost concerning to her parents. They never had to punish her, she always caught on very fast. Doing any good she could to never be punished.

 She had to be homeschooled shortly after her elementary years. The kids didn’t like a goodie two shoes. Y/n didn’t have many friends. Everyone that encountered her was weirded out by her pureness. Not only was she pure of heart, soul, body and mind, she pure in how she dressed. Y/n adorned herself only in bright colors, mostly white, but every now and again she would wear pastels.

 She attended church every Sunday. Y/n had her own bible that was gifted to her on her 16th birthday. It was a medium sized bible with leather covers and her name engraved in gold on the right-hand corner. She carried it everywhere she went.  

 At the age of 18, Y/n was granted the opportunity to have a job. The only job she wanted was with the church. Her parents talked with the pastor asking permission. It was not something the church typically did, but for Y/n, they would make an exception. She worked hard at the church, harder than anyone else. She was so perfect, other members of the church became envious of her.

 By age 20 she had worked for the church for 2 years, she later became a member on the church’s council. Now, that typically wasn’t allowed, but for Y/n they made an exception.

 When she turned 21, even her parents offered to buy her, her first drink. She kindly refused. Even though Jesus drank wine in the bible. She never wanted to taint herself. No tattoos, no piercings, no cigarettes and no alcohol.

 A year later is when the missile struck. Y/n’s parents could never have afforded the tickets to outpost 3. However, the church came together and bought a ticket for her. Someone too good for this world didn’t deserve to die.

 A large militant truck was waiting to take Y/n away.

 “I don’t want to go mama.” She sobbed, abruptly halting her packing. Her mom rushed to the bedside taking both of Y/n’s hands in hers.

“Y/n sweetheart. You are too good for this world. The church has paid for you to go to a safe haven. You must go Y/n. Don’t make those people wait.” She holds Y/n to her, letting a few tears fall. They get her packed up and send her off with the strangely dressed men. She bid her parents a forever farewell.

 The ride to wherever she was going was terrifying, at least for her. If a car ride had turbulence, this would be it. This by no means was a gentle ride. She was strapped in tightly and rather uncomfortable. Shaking she looked around seeing nothing but stoic faces around her. She didn’t realize her life would never be the same.

 Shockingly Y/n was a purple. She didn’t feel like she deserved this status. The elites, better than the grays. To be perfectly honest, she would’ve preferred to be a gray. To serve and do good. There was nothing for her to do. Of course, she would not complain. She was so grateful for the opportunity to be here. Her loved ones did everything in her power to make sure she would survive.

 What was she supposed to do? The same routine went on, the same songs played. It was a living nightmare, she would never admit that. She truly felt alone. Mr. Gallant had his grandmother and Coco. Coco had Mr. Gallant and Mallory. Dinah had her son and her son had Stu. That was until Stu was, well stew.

 The same routines dragged on for the next year and a half. Y/n had no track of time. She found her cheery and positive disposition fading with everyday that passed. She was upset with herself, she tried to speak out to God. She never seemed to get ahold of him. There was no comfort in this dark place. Until one day, everything changed.

 The ‘meals’ were not only cut in half but now, they were forced to abstain from breakfast. There was a chorus of complaints and whining. Her heart was hurting. Would it have been better to die? She would be with her family at least.

 Sirens wailed and lights flashed. Almost instantly after Mr. Gallant threw a fit over the ‘food’ situation. Y/n was terrified. She was terrified of everything. The eerie sense of loneliness she had, these flashing lights and loud sirens. Her eyes were wide and her breath was ragged. She was not typically one for panic attacks, but this warranted it. There were a few eye rolls from the group, seeing her distress. Mallory rushed to her side rubbing her back encouraging her that everything would be ok.

 No one wanted anything to do with a whiny baby. She was alone in room after some time waiting for dinner. She heard some rustling in her closet. With a false sense of courage, she made her way to the source of the sound. Snakes of all sizes emerged, slithering across the floor. She let out an ear-piercing shriek as Ms. Meade and the large guard made their way into her room.

“What’s going on in here?” Meade asked

 “Th-there’s, s-snakes.” Y/n scooted herself all the way up to her headboard sobbing. She let out another shriek as Meade struck the floor with a knife, beheading a snake.

 “Looks like good eating.” Meade has a redneck twang to her. Y/n scrunches her face up in disgust.

 Seated at the dinner table, everyone looked at the bowls of snake soup on the table. Lifting up their lids the snakes come to life. Y/n shoves herself out of her chair.

 “Would you sit down Y/n.” Mrs. Venable ordered her sternly. Y/n took a deep breath and slowly seated herself once again.

 “Who’s in your office.” Everyone whips their heads in the direction of Emily, completely changing the subject.

 Mrs. Venable stayed silent unwilling to answer her question. Y/n had a sense of something, she didn’t know what it was. What ever she was feeling, gave her a sense of calm. The sound of a large oak door closing alerted everyone to the top of the staircase. Everyone had their breath taken from them seeing the mysterious intruder. He was beautiful. An angel. No, not an angel.

 The man stands tall with phenomenal posture. He his hair cascades down forming luxurious gold curls. The man’s attire is similar to what everyone else is wearing. However, he is dressed in all black.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Corporative. I’m not going to sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His voice is silky smooth. He looks to each and every person in the room. Y/n tunes out what he says. In awe of him. Something about him terrifies her, but what doesn’t.

 “Once everyone is fully with us I can continue.” He speaks in the direction of Y/n. She jumps noticing all eyes on her.

 “O, um I’m sorry.” Thoroughly embarrassed.  Langdon hums in response continuing his speech.

 “The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We have had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they too, have been eliminated.” He paused allowing everyone to marinate on the current information. He stands taller beginning the next sequence. “There is hope. There is a facility with enough food and rations to last over a decade, a sanctuary if you will. I will be instrumental in choosing who will come with me. Those in sanctuary will play part in rebuilding this world.”

 “I will be deciding who will go with me and who will not.” A sly smirk painted on his lips. His eyes darken, scanning throughout the room.

 “What is this the freaking Hunger Games?” O Coco. Subtle sighs float through the room.

 “You don’t have to be interviewed. Feel free to stay here and die. Either from radiation or hungry cannibals.” He pulls out a glass vial. “Or just pop one of these and you’ll be free from pain. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

 “I’ll go first.” Mr. Gallant says nonchalantly.

 “And so you shall.” Langdon drags out each syllable

 The interviews go rather quickly. Y/n sees Mr. Gallant exit the office with a haughty expression. She stays quiet and careful watching how people go in, versus how they come out. When Mallory is interviewed, Y/n is near the room when she hears screams. Those screams are Mallory. With a great deal of worry she brings herself closer to the door.

 “Who are you?” She hears Langdon ask.

 “I don’t know. Who are you?” Mallory retorts back. Y/n feels quick steps as Mallory runs out of the room colliding into her.

 “I’m sorry Y/n.” she hurries out an apology as she picks herself up and continues running. Y/n sits up on her elbows glancing to the door. She sees Langdon appear by the door with an expression she can’t read. He takes a short glance at her before closing the door.

 After some time, her curiosity gets the better of her. She makes her way back to Langdon’s office. Drawn to him. For reasons she does not know. She allows a gentle knock at the door. Hearing nothing, she makes a bold move and opens the door. She tiptoes lightly through the room. Y/n hears Langdon talking to someone, but it’s a one-sided conversation. She peaks around the corner to see Langdon on his knees, blood everywhere, he’s naked. A harsh blush emerges onto her cheeks.

 “Ava Satanas” His eyes are black. She braces herself with her back against the wall. Trying to calm her breathing she makes a step to head to the door.

 “I know you’re there Y/n.” She hears his sensual voice purr at her. Her breath hitches.

 “Come here.” Is that an order?

 “Now.” Taking a deep breath, she shows herself. The blush returning to her face. She tries to keep her eyes everywhere other than him.

 “How about we begin our interview right now.” He tilts his head up to her.

 “O no that’s ok, I see that I interrupted you. I’ll just uh, leave you alone.” Y/n’s voice is shaking, she is shaking.

 “No we are going to take this opportunity. How does this make you feel?” He runs his hands all over his body. She feels a heat below her stomach. This is not a feeling she has felt before, rather allowed to feel.

 “Well, honestly? I’m terrified sir. I don’t really know how else I feel about this.” She brings her arms closer to her. Maybe she can make herself small enough to disappear.

 “I think you feel something you don’t understand, is that correct?” His voice is so alluring.

 “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it.” She finds herself drawing in closer, not by her own accord, something is pulling her in.

 “You’re a virgin, Isn’t that right?” He starts to reach his hand out toward her.

 “Y-yes sir.”

 “How about we change that.” He pulls her down to here knees. Y/n’s hands are now covered in blood. She doesn’t know what to think. He pulls her in to the circle of blood with him. Langdon shifts around her so that she is in the middle of the circle on her knees, and he is right behind her. He strokes her cheek with his long fingers. He cups her throat and leans her into him. She melts into his warm skin feeling a swarm of comfort overwhelm her. He peppers kisses along her neck, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

 “Trust me pet.” He lets her hair down, stopping any worried thought she has. He slips her dress down leaving her in a slip. He gently nips at her neck. Her eyes snap open, not believing herself. Langdon comforts her once again, convincing her what she is doing is ok. He runs a hand down her spine causing her to shiver.

 Slipping fingers between her legs he feels how slick she is.

 “You are so good for me. You will be mine darling.” The other hand glides across her front, bringing a trail of blood with it. She moans feeling the smooth texture of the blood on her neck. He slowly slips his fingers into her. She arches her back leaning her head onto his shoulder. Y/n has never felt this before, but she likes it. She sits down on his fingers to get a deeper feeling. When she is shaking beyond all control close to her release he yanks his fingers out of her.

 She cries in response. Instead of acknowledging her protests he shoves her onto the ground. He tosses the dress somewhere in the room. Crawling on top of her he pulls her slip down, tossing it with the dress. Leaving her completely nude he takes a moment to look at her. His eyes wander over her body. He kisses down from her chest, to her abdomen, kissing each thigh and finally licking along her slit.

 She cries out in pleasure. He lines up and punctures her core. He thrusts into her as she screams. He runs a bloody hand up her abdomen and to her throat. He gives it a tight squeeze eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Say my name when you scream.” Langdon growls in her ear, pressing harder on her throat.

 “O god, Michael.” She screams for him. Knowing his name without any prompting. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, soaking in her moans.

 “You are mine now Y/n.” he pumps himself into her, chasing his release. She too can feel her release coming.

 Closing into her fate, her eyes snap open, solid white. She screams as a sonic boom of power spreads throughout the room, breaking and glass possible. Things shatter everywhere. Michael’s eyes widen in shock, then darken as he realized what he just did.

 He removes himself from her. Her eyes still solid white. Michael hovers over her and leans to whisper in her ear.

 “You’re tainted now little angel.” He kisses her ear and her eyes return to their normal color.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this oneshot!

[dclphinedupont]

Hello friendships! If you want to get to know Delphine a bit better, I’ve attached her bio under the read more! I’ll be working on her wanted connections page later tonight, but if you want to plot anything out of if you have any wanted connections you’d like me to fill, please let me know! 

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* IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

GOD/GODDESS & FULL CHARACTER NAME:

Hecate / Delphine “Phi” Dupont

FACE CLAIM:

Lucy Boynton

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 

28 / November 8, 1991

PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY:

She/Her and Pansexual

BIOGRAPHY BULLET POINTS

Her fondest memories were composed of moments heavy with cigarette smoke, bright purple nail-polish, the scent of burning sage and the Beatles. Her parents were big on that whole aesthetic, and Phi loved everything about it. She remembers sitting on her father’s lap as her mother danced in the middle of their living room to “Yellow Submarine”, skirts swooshing against her legs, smile bright and wide against the candlelight. Her father would wrap his fully tattooed arms around her and laugh full and loud and she would feel safe. She would feel loved. She would feel happy. That was home.

Her parents were good people with bad habits, that was how she liked to describe them.

“Keep the car door locked, Phi. Open it only when you see us.” Her mother would tell her, hands on both sides of her face as her father jimmied the lock off the door of a particularly large house. Phi would nod and smile in obedience before watching her parents tip-toe up the cobblestone pathway of other people’s homes, coming back with sacks upon sacks of shiny objects that Phi wasn’t allowed to touch. Then they would drive away and head home, “Hey Jude” playing softly on the radio.  

Her parents get caught when she’s around thirteen years old. She’ll never forget the look on her father’s face as he’s forced to the ground by men with guns, her mother screaming for them not to take her daughter. “She didn’t do anything! She didn’t know anything!” It echoed in her head like a broken record, throat raw as she tried to claw her way to get to them, only to have to watch them leave her behind on the back of a squad car. That was the day her world went off kilter.

She doesn’t do well in foster care. They call her ‘the runner’ because she always manages to wiggle her way past her foster guardians to visit her parents in jail. Time after time, she would find them, talk to them, beg them to take her home because she didn’t like her ‘new parents’. There was always something wrong with them. They didn’t like Beatles. They took away all her healing crystals. They wouldn’t let her dye her hair. “They aren’t you…” She just wanted to go home.

She gets adopted at sixteen, and she’s almost positive the Walters see her as more of a pet than a daughter. They’re blonde, just like her, and she thinks they’ve adopted her mostly because she looks good with the rest of their perfectly pristine furniture. She hates them almost immediately, but they’re definitely her ticket out of foster care, so she rides it out for a while. They take her ‘home’ and they’re probably the blandest people she’s ever met. The antithesis of her true parents. Her hatred for them grows, and she doesn’t even feel bad for pocketing whatever valuable item she might find.  

By the time she’s eighteen, she saves up (steals) enough money to pay for a terrific lawyer for her parents. She hasn’t seen them as much as before, but god she’s so close to getting them out, getting them home. She’s sure they wouldn’t mind that it’s been only a few months since her last visit. They’ll forgive her. They always do. She makes her way to where they’re being held with high hopes and a warm heart. She leaves with mascara running down her cheeks and trembling legs, escorted by more than a few police officers, reminiscent of the day they took her parents away from her.

Death penalty is legal in about thirty states. South Carolina is one of them.

She runs away not too long after. She has more than enough money to get her by for a few more months, but by the time she gets to Louisiana, she only has enough money to pay rent for another two. She pokes her nose into a couple of job openings, attempts to waitress for a bit (she ends up being fired on account of burning some customers with spilled coffee) and tries her hand at retail (she gets caught stealing a few earrings), before finally making her way to the front desk of an auto-shop that may grows to be her saving grace.

For the first time in a long time… she doesn’t want to run away.

Her fondest memories were still heavy with cigarette smoke, and painted nails (her own, long and noisy against counter tops). They let her play the Beatles and they don’t take away her sage, and things… things are good. Now though, there’s the sound of loud motorcycles revving and the nose-wrinkling scent of wax. There’s nights spent guarding the door and the clinking of glasses swimming with whiskey… And it was home… It was now her home.

CHARACTER TRAITS: 

( + ) Eccentric - If there was one thing her parents have ingrained in her system, it was that individuality should be a pillar trait in one’s psyche. Be colorful, be loud, be you. Go against the grain and make sure people knew who you were while you did it. Phi was more than happy to comply, of course. From her fashion, to her mannerisms, to her beliefs, there was not an inch of conformity to be found if she could help it. She enjoyed bright colors and long nails, ostentatious outfits and odd knick-knacks. Also, prepare to be blessed with sage when you enter the auto-shop, she has a few rolls hidden under her plants.

( + ) Charming - She flourishes at the front desk for a reason. She’s a tad bit of a talker, but surprisingly not the obnoxious kind. When you’re in foster care, you tend to meet a lot of people, take notice of their ticks and understand how to read them. Because of this, she adapts herself to each person, tickling every nerve for easy charming. When asked how she does it so effortlessly, she jokes that she’s cast a spell on the free mints she gives them.

( + ) Cunning - You don’t get away with stealing from your adoptive family for two years without having a little meat up in that old noggin. Phi lacked many things. She wasn’t the strongest, wasn’t the best at school, wasn’t the prettiest, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was slither her way through situations in a very machiavellian fashion. Be wary of her smile, for it holds more than mirth on many occasions.

( - ) Reckless - Despite her skill in evading trouble, she does little to avoid it altogether. She’s more than reckless with her decisions. She enjoys to steal when upset with someone, and she does so without thinking of the consequences. Her decisions are made almost purely out of emotion and she sees no reason to change that part of herself. It gets her into more trouble than you would think, and sometimes her smile won’t get her out of it.

( - ) Tactless - What gets her in trouble most of the time is her tongue. Why? She can never seem to hold it. What comes into mind is exactly what she says, and it doesn’t matter who she’s talking to. Whatever authority you might have, she doesn’t feel the need to put a filter, and that more than anything may lead to her demise if not careful.

( - ) Manipulative - She knows how to play people, knows how to be the puppet-master when no one expects it from her. She hides behind sweet smiles and carefully picked words, and most of the time, her dirty work is done by someone else because of a quick kiss and a flutter of her eye-lashes.

PLOT IDEAS

Someone from her foster-home - I’m sure she’s made more than meaningful relationships in foster-care, people who’ve met her before the death of her parents and while she was still seeing them. Someone who perhaps either helped her escape foster care to visit prison or perhaps tried to stop her.

A special someone that ties/tied her to the Primordials - This can either be an ongoing thing or a past relationship. Despite her feeling at home amidst the chaos of the Primordials, it would be fun to have a special bond with someone that would truly solidify her place in the group.

[dreamsofpilots]

I’ll Carry You With Me

Tyler Joseph x Reader fic

AN: So, apparently I like to write long ass fics. Anyway, here’s a fluffy one with Tyler as a sort of soulmate AU- thing. 

Warnings: None.

Open your eyes, you don’t have much time.

I let out a groggy groan and stretched my limbs, releasing the tightness that had occurred during the night. 

I don’t want to do today,  I replied to the voice in my mind. 

I know….but you have to try. 

I moaned in protest, burring my face in my pillows and tangling my limbs within my blankets. 

Shall I sing to you? Will that help? he asked, his voice soft and tender. 

I didn’t reply, but he must have felt what I felt because he began to sing in my mind. After listening for a moment, I tumbled from my bed and began to dress.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but I started hearing this voice about a year ago. At first I thought I was crazy, and he thought he was too. But we assured each other that we were real people, though we never shared our names, as if that were too personal. He said that he could hear my voice and feel my emotions in his mind too, just like I felt him. Some weird connection that we didn’t fully understand. But it was happening, it was real, so we just kind of accepted it. 

We didn’t tell anyone else about it, knowing they would think we were schizophrenic or that we needed to be looked at by a doctor. But it wasn’t like that. It was something else entirely. 

His voice lifted my spirits up, the song was soft and mellow. This was one of my favorites to wake up to. He said it was called “Before You Start Your Day,” and that he wrote it a long time ago. It was fitting.

He wrote his own music, and told me that he played in a band. Apparently, he sang this song along with his piano, but I could only hear his voice. I often wondered what the piano accompaniment would sound like, and lamented to him about it. He assured me though, that one day, we would be able to meet, and he would play and sing for me as much as I wanted. 

When he finished his song, I was dressed and ready to go. 

Thank you. That was beautiful. 

You’re more than welcome. You’re going to do amazing today. 

Promise?

Promise. 

We both fell silent, though the gentle tug of our connection was still there. It was easy to push it to the back of my mind so that I could focus on my day. But I took comfort in knowing that it was there, that he was with me. 

“I’m sorry, you just don’t have the qualifications that we’re looking for.”

“I understand, thank you for your time.” I shook the woman’s hand and left the room, fighting to hold back my tears. Another failed interview. How could two years experience be a qualification for an entry level position? 

I reached my car and let myself cry in frustration. I had really wanted this one. It would have solved my financial problems, and the work seemed enjoyable too. 

I reached out for my connection with him.

What’s wrong? he asked, his voice tight with worry.

I didn’t get it. She made me go through the whole interview only to decline me.

He siged, Oh no, I’m so sorry. She just couldn’t see how amazing you are. You’ll find your place, I know it. You just have to keep trying, don’t give up.

More tears streamed down my cheeks, and my nose began to run. I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob, releasing the tightness in my chest. I just want to see you, I cried.  

I know, I know. One day you will. I’m just….scared I guess. I’m afraid that when you find out who I am, your perception of me will change, that this connection we have will change. I don’t want it to become superficial. But believe me, it hurts me just as much as it hurts you. I would do anything to hold you and let you know that it’s going to be okay. I hate feeling your sadness, it breaks my heart. 

I felt an ache in my chest that I knew wasn’t my own. I’m sorry. I simply said. 

You have nothing to be sorry about. 

I just sat there in my car for a little while, letting his feelings of comfort fill me. He cooed and whispered gentle things and sent feelings of positivity across our connection. I stopped crying before long, feeling hollow, but not as sad. 

Maybe I should meet with my friend, to take my mind off things? 

That sounds like a great idea. Maybe she would have heard about someplace else that you can apply to?

Yeah, maybe. It’s worth a shot. And just seeing her will help too I think. 

Good. I have to go to some interviews today, but I’ll be here if you need me.

I nodded and let our connection slip to the back of my mind again. I called Mary, and asked if she was free for lunch. We arranged a place to meet, and I set off.

Mary always had a way of making me feel better. Whether it was her laugh, or just her support in general, the memory of my failed interview slipped away. 

“You’ll find something. You’re talented and smart, there’s no way you won’t find your place.” 

I smiled at the similarity between her words and his. I was lucky to have them in my life. 

“I know, I know. It just, doesn’t feel worth it sometimes, ya know?”

Mary studied me for a minute, her dark eyes narrowing. “You know what helps me when I’m feeling down?” she asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “There’s this band that I really love. I’ve been a fan of theirs for a long time now, though they’re just starting to become big really.” 

She taps on her phone for a minute pulling up her playlists. “Here, this one is one of my favorites. It’s called ‘Addict With a Pen’.” 

A quick piano melody opened the song and I got lost in it before the singer began, “Hello, we haven’t talked in quite some time…” it played.

 A spark of recognition ignited in my chest. That voice, it couldn’t be. I closed my eyes and listened, really listened, picking out each rise and dip of his voice. My eyes flew open, it was him. A bubble of laughter escaped through my lips. I could finally hear his piano.

“What’s this guy’s name?” I ask hurriedly, placing my hand on Mary’s wrist to bring her phone closer. Twenty One Pilots was at the top of the screen. “The singer is Tyler, the drummer is Josh. They’re pretty good right? Tyler plays the piano and ukulele, and also the bass sometimes. Multitalented.” 

I feel as if I’m underwater, Mary’s voice muffled as I tumble through my thoughts. Tyler, his name is Tyler. He’s real. I always knew he was a real person, but this, this tosses away any doubt. 

Tyler. 

“Do you have any pictures of them?” 

She laughs in her adorable way, “Tons. They’re both pretty attractive, it’s hard not to save their pictures.” 

She scrolls through her phone some more, pulling up pictures of Tyler and Josh, pointing out which was which to me. I try my best to hold in a gasp. He was so handsome. Dark hair and eyes, tall and slender, tanned skin covered in black tattoos. She showed me all types of pictures, ones where he’s done up in stage makeup, black paint covering his neck and hands, a menacing look in his eyes. Then, ones where he’s just smiling and laughing with Josh. His smile could light up the sky. 

“Tyler has a nice smile,” my voice was even and calm, the opposite of how I was feeling. My heart was racing and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. 

Hey, are you alright? I almost choked on my drink at his sudden intrusion. Of course he would check on me, he could feel what I felt. He probably thought I was upset again after feeling my heart racing.

I’m great, don’t worry. Just having a good time with Mary. I could feel him laugh in response, and I tried to push our connection back a little. He couldn’t find out that I knew. 

“Yeah he does, It’s funny though because he hates his smile.” Mary excitedly told me more about them, her eyes alight and her actions animated. 

“Are there any videos? like music videos, or interviews?” I asked her, wanting to know more about Tyler. I wanted to see his mannerisms, see his expressions as the voice that I knew so well came out of that gorgeous face.

She showed me a variety of videos. We became engrossed in them, losing track of time. Before long, Tyler’s face became as familiar to me as his voice. It paired perfectly, and I decided that there was no way that it could have ever been anyone else. If only I had looked up the songs that he had sung to me before, I would have known sooner, but it had always felt a little forbidden. 

“I have a couple of tickets to see their show next month, but my friend bailed. Since you seem to like them, would you want to come with me?”

“Yes,” I blurted even before she could finish her sentence. Her eyes widened and then she smiled, “Haha, okay then.”

“I need to see him.” I declared. There was no way anyone would stop me from meeting him. If we had this connection it had to mean something. Now that I knew, there was no way I could go back.  

“I can’t believe you bumped up our tickets to GA.” Mary shook her head in disbelief. I smiled down at her, she was much shorter than me and it reminded me how much I disliked being so tall. I had always been taller than my friends.   

“It’s lucky I got that job then. It pays off working in the music industry.” I laughed. 

When the doors finally opened letting general admission attendees enter, Mary and I rushed as fast as we were allowed, trying to get as close to barrier as possible. We had been waiting in line all day, so we were only the third row back, not a bad spot. Mary stood on her tiptoes, trying to see the stage. 

“At least it’s not that bad of a view. I can still see stuff easily. You’re lucky you’re tall.” she said with a huff. Her face pulled a laugh out of me. 

It feels like you’re in a good mood right now. Tyler’s voice ghosted across my mind. 

Ooh you have nooo idea.

Tyler laughed, Good! You feeling this way is giving me energy. I can’t wait for the show to start today. 

I couldn’t either. I would finally be able to see him in person. You’ re going to do amazing. 

Tyler was quiet for a moment. I wish- I wish that you were here. I wish that I could share this with you. I want to know what it would be like to- he paused and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my body’s response to his embarrassment through our connection- To hold you, or k- ki-…

He stopped himself, and I felt my breath hitch at his words, knowing the ending of that sentence. I could end it all right now, let him know that I knew, but I wanted to do it in person. 

I want that too. 

I could feel him smile, and butterflies turned in my stomach along with him. He was so perfect. 

The show started, and I felt as if I could burst. He was right there, right in front of me, dressed in his red suit and black ski mask. He ran about the stage, his showmanship impeccable. The crowd cheered and egged him and Josh on. I got lost in it, taken by the euphoria. 

By the time the set got to “We Don’t Believe What’s On Tv,” I knew that there was no other man that I could ever want. It was Tyler, it had always been Tyler, since the day his voice entered my mind. 

“How are we doing so far, everyone alright?” he asked the crowd, we cheered in response. “I’m going to count to three and then I want you to say Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ok?” More cheering, “One, two three-”

“YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!”

He made a face, then made us do it a couple more times before he was satisfied. 

You’re amazing. I told him simply. I watched Tyler as he heard my voice while he wandered towards Josh’s drum riser. He smiled at the ground, a nice wide smile, and tugged at his flower kimono. 

How would you know? he asked while walking back towards the microphone, beginning to play his ukulele. It was strange hearing his voice while his mouth didn’t move. 

I just do. I assured him, and I swear, for the rest of the show, his energy was higher than it had ever been. 

“Y/N, come back here! You can’t go back there, they’ll catch us!” Mary scolded me. 

“Do you want to meet Josh or not?” I hissed, slinking through the venue hallways. The show had ended, and I dragged Mary along with me, knowing I had to see Tyler. I didn’t care about being caught. Once Tyler saw me, it wouldn’t matter. She groaned in protest but followed along anyway. 

We turned a corner, and that’s when I saw him. He was walking by himself calmly down the hallway, his back turned to us. He rubbed at his face with a towel. I could hear Mary’s breath catch beside me, but I shushed her. If we just went up to him, I didn’t think it would end well. How should I get his attention then?

Tyler… I reached through our connection. He stopped short, staring at the ground. I watched his back as his shoulder rose and fell with his breathing.

How did you-?

I know Tyler, I found out just by coincidence. 

Tyler laughed in front of us, throwing his head back and sighing in defeat, his shoulders falling. Mary gave me a strange look. To her, Tyler suddenly laughing to himself must have looked odd. 

I stepped out from behind our corner, Turn around. I urged him.

Tyler froze. Then, slowly, he turned on his heel, his eyes wide with confusion. His eyes met mine, and I felt our connection snap taught. Each of us threw a hand to our chests as we felt it. 

“My name is, Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” My voice shook with nerves, but I had a smile plastered across my face. This was it.

I could see the recognition flash across his features at hearing my voice. He took a tentative step forward, then another. Soon, each of us were barreling towards each other down the expanse of tiled floor. I crashed into him and his arms wrapped around me in a snug hold. 

He was tall and warm, and he smelled like pine trees and sweat. I melted into him, vaguely aware of Mary’s confusion behind me. Then I heard Josh’s voice, and I knew that she would be alright. 

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Tyler’s familiar voice huffed in my ear. I couldn’t find any words, so I kissed his shoulder that my face was pressed against. Tyler pulled back to study my face, his eyes roaming over every feature, devouring it. 

Then he started kissing me, first my forehead and my cheeks, then my nose. He showered his affection all over my face, giving me sweet pecks here and there. My heart swelled and I felt as if I was glowing. 

I think I’m in love with you… I whispered with my mind, wondering if that part of our connection was still there. 

Tyler’s warm eyes burned into mine. How were his eyelashes so long? That hardly seemed fair. 

His voice danced across my mind, and I could feel his joy. I know I’m in love with you. 

I giggled, and he chuckled with me. Mary and Josh were chatting behind us, ignoring the two of us and our strange behavior, a budding friendship forming. I secretly hoped that it would evolve into more, if that was what she wanted. 

“Y/N,” Tyler said my name, it glided off of his tongue, such a sweet sound. 

“I could get used to hearing that out loud,” I said, pulling him close for a hug again. 

“We’ll have to make sure we see each other all the time then.” He whispered against my neck. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. I wondered if it was possible to smile any wider. 

I could feel his heart thumping against my chest, and my nerves rose, but I could feel what he wanted, so I gave in. I brushed my lips against the corner of his mouth, it was feather light and teasing. Tyler smiled, then turned his face to press his lips against mine. His lips were so warm and soft, I sucked at his bottom lip playfully, pulling a chuckle from deep within his chest. Our kiss was like a warm summer breeze, and I could feel myself become drunk off it. I could kiss him forever. 

So do it. I’m never letting you go now, he dared while deepening the kiss. 

You’re on, I told him with a laugh, tugging gently at his brown locks, I’ll carry you with me forever now. 

He pulled back and laughed, “I guess there’s no escape.”

“Never.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He sealed it with another kiss. 

[demcnsinmymind]

wvtchy​:

he draws near and surprisingly, her body fails to stiffen and tense. was it the overwhelming sense of a familiar darkness that comforted her own? the one she tried so hard to suffocate? even now, her lips threaten to smile, maybe with the comfort of another human being close on a freezing day. she’s not alone anymore, at least not for a little while. 

moments like these remind her of her university days- where she was so scared to be alone. because hiding in the corners of her shabby apartment were questions that she never wanted answered: why’d you leave? you left me alone. you left us alone. so she’d filled those spaces with people of all sorts. strangers with tattoos and small baggies in their pockets, fellow students with high ponytails and color-coded planners. it never mattered to her who they were, just that they were there with her.

sabrina feels that relief once more. the past few years she’d shaken the fear of being alone. without knowing, it had crept back in today, because now that she had the privilege of another’s company, a familiar wash of relief smoothed over her. 

she listens to him speak, and doesn’t fail to pick up on his tone. he sounds sad. one thing sabrina had never been able to master was to kill her empathy. although it’s usually subdued to a degree, it never fully leaves her. a small frown pulls her lips down and concern shines in her gaze. 

“well,” she begins, “i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but i’m not from here.” sabrina gives him an apologetic smile, “work thing. i was on my way to my hotel when the snowstorm kicked in.”

So much for easy conversation and chitchat to make things easier. Not from around here. Can’t really say anything about it. Probably a good thing though, he supposes, considering that this also means that she probably doesn’t know people from around here. The stories from around here. Like from the mental institution he broke out of and fled from after his little ‘friend’ was done forcing him to kill someone in there. So far, he hasn’t been able to get very far away from it since he doesn’t have a car, or a drivers license anymore. Let alone any money for gas or a bus ticket or anything really that could get him far away from here. People from around here have probably heard about it. Are on the look out. Not here though. Hopefully.

“Oh. Right. Well, me neither. Just passing through” he repeats with a smile, though he’s pretty sure that the light from the fire makes it look creepy. And isn’t that just fucking marvelous. He used to be so good at cracking people. At getting them to talk, leading the conversation easily and charmingly. Not anymore though. Now it’s all just...awkward. And he’s still clinging to the only dumb thing they can talk about right now. The weather. A hotel. Trival shit.

“Hotel, huh. What’s the price range on that one? You like it?”

Jesus fucking Christ. Now he really sounds like some fucking tourist. As if he could afford it either way. In the end, he has to roll his eyes at himself and lets out a frustrated little sigh.

“Sorry. I’m talking way too much bullshit right now” he acknowledges eventually, once again staring into the flames with a haunted look on his face. “Not really good at the whole small talk thing anymore. Just trying to make this whole thing less...creepy and awkward I suppose.” There is a short pause, followed by a harsh snort. “Trying and failing” he admits, only to look back at her after a while. He’s trying his best to hide that loneliness in him. That need to worm his way back into this world, the real world. With real people, not demons and ghosts and god knows what had been crawling around inside that hellish place he’d been trapped in for so long.

Naturally, he fails miserably at it too. And that thing inside is having a field day with his misery.

“If you want me to shut up and fuck off, feel free to say so.”