#f/o (don e)

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Im so sorry ive sent probably like 3 asks that are still in queue but i cant get over it WHY DOES DON E HAVE SO LITTLE SCREEN TIME I JUST WANT MORE OF MY HUBBY OHHHMYGOD PLSSSSSSS AND I HATE LIVE ACTION CUS I CANT DRAW THEM :(((

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Band of Brothers Birthdays

January

1 John S. Zielinski Jr. (b. 1925)

21 Richard D. “Dick” Winters (b. 1918)

26 Herbert M. Sobel (b. 1912)

30 Clifford Carwood "Lip" Lipton (b. 1920)

31 Warren H. “Skip” Muck (b. 1922) & Robert B. Brewer (b. 1924)

February

8 Clarence R. Hester (b. 1916)

18 Thomas A. Peacock (b. 1920)

23 Lester A. “Les” Hashey (b. 1925)

March

1 Charles E. “Chuck” Grant (b. 1922)

2 Colonel Robert L. “Bob” Strayer (b. 1910)

4 Wayne “Skinny” Sisk (b. 1922)

10 Frank J. Perconte (b. 1917)

13 Darrell C. “Shifty” Powers (b. 1923)

14 Joseph J. “Joe” Toye (b. 1919)

24 John D. “Cowboy” Halls (b. 1922)

26 George Lavenson (b. 1917) & George H. Smith Jr. (1922)

27 Gerald J. Loraine (b. 1913)

April

3 Colonel Robert F. “Bob” Sink (b. 1905) & Patrick S. “Patty” O’Keefe (b. 1926)

5 John T. “Johnny” Julian (b. 1924)

10 Renée B. E. Lemaire (b. 1914)

11 James W. Miller (b. 1924)

15 Walter S. “Smokey” Gordon Jr. (b. 1920)

20 Ronald C. “Sparky” Speirs (b. 1920)

23 Alton M. More (b. 1920)

27 Earl E. “One Lung” McClung (b. 1923) & Henry S. “Hank” Jones Jr. (b. 1924)

28 William J. “Wild Bill” Guarnere (b. 1923)

May

12 John W. “Johnny” Martin (b. 1922)

16 Edward J. “Babe” Heffron (b. 1923)

17 Joseph D. “Joe” Liebgott (b. 1915)

19 Norman S. Dike Jr. (b. 1918) & Cleveland O. Petty (b. 1924)

25 Albert L. "Al" Mampre (b. 1922)

June

2 David K. "Web" Webster (b. 1922)

6 Augusta M. Chiwy ("Anna") (b. 1921)

13 Edward D. Shames (b. 1922)

17 George Luz (b. 1921)

18 Roy W. Cobb (b. 1914)

23 Frederick T. “Moose” Heyliger (b. 1916)

25 Albert Blithe (b. 1923)

28 Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler (b. 1922)

July

2 Gen. Anthony C. "Nuts" McAuliffe (b. 1898)

7 Francis J. “Frank” Mellet (b. 1920)

8 Thomas Meehan III (b. 1921)

9 John A. Janovec (b. 1925)

10 Robert E. “Popeye” Wynn (b. 1921)

16 William S. Evans (b. 1910)

20 James H. “Moe” Alley Jr. (b. 1922)

23 Burton P. “Pat” Christenson (b. 1922)

29 Eugene E. Jackson (b. 1922)

31 Donald G. "Don" Malarkey (b. 1921)

August

3 Edward J. “Ed” Tipper (b. 1921)

10 Allen E. Vest (b. 1924)

15 Kenneth J. Webb (b. 1920)

18 Jack E. Foley (b. 1922)

26 Floyd M. “Tab” Talbert (b. 1923) & General Maxwell D. Taylor (b. 1901)

29 Joseph A. Lesniewski (b. 1920)

31 Alex M. Penkala Jr. (b. 1924)

September

3 William H. Dukeman Jr. (b. 1921)

11 Harold D. Webb (b. 1925)

12 Major Oliver M. Horton (b. 1912)

27 Harry F. Welsh (b. 1918)

30 Lewis “Nix” Nixon III (b. 1918)

October

5 Joseph “Joe” Ramirez (b. 1921) & Ralph F. “Doc” Spina (b. 1919) & Terrence C. "Salty" Harris (b. 1920)

6 Leo D. Boyle (b. 1913)

10 William F. “Bill” Kiehn (b. 1921)

15 Antonio C. “Tony” Garcia (b. 1924)

17 Eugene G. "Doc" Roe (b. 1922)

21 Lt. Cl. David T. Dobie (b. 1912)

28 Herbert J. Suerth Jr. (b. 1924)

31 Robert "Bob" van Klinken (b. 1919)

November

11 Myron N. “Mike” Ranney (b. 1922)

20 Denver “Bull” Randleman (b. 1920)

December

12 John “Jack” McGrath (b. 1919)

31 Lynn D. “Buck” Compton (b. 1921)

Unknown Date

Joseph P. Domingus

Richard J. Hughes (b. 1925)

Maj. Louis Kent

Father John Mahoney

George C. Rice

SOURCES

Military History Fandom Wiki

Band of Brothers Fandom Wiki

Traces of War

Find a Grave

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Chocolate Pudding

F Y O D O R D O S T O E V S K Y

Mdni, Fyodor x ideal type fem!reader, yandere behaviour, misogyny,N*FW moments, Fyodor is TOO hungry for his own good etc. Not proof read that means some parts might be cringe.

It is kind of a continuation of FIRST NIGHT and AFTERCARE WITH FYODOR

So, you and Fyodor are at the very end of your honeymoon and for the first time, completely alone in your shared mansion.

Enjoy.

Chocolate Pudding

“Are you hungry, my love? We haven’t had breakfast yet?” you ask innocently, glancing at the expensive clock on the bathroom wall. The water in the bathtub is still warm. It’s already 14:30.

Fyodor hums thoughtfully, following your gaze to the clock. Realizing you haven’t eaten yet, he lets out a quiet huff, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he turns his gaze back to you.

“It seems I forgot all about breakfast. I suppose I am quite hungry after all.”

“Of course you would forget. You were too busy…”

He tightens his grip around you, holding you more firmly against his chest as you speak, a hint of concern in his deep voice.

“…you were busy ravaging me. I literally forgot what day it was after that.”

He can’t help but laugh at your words, finding your statement so accurate it’s almost humorous. His fingers gently caress your waist and lower back as he responds, his deep voice laced with amused affection.

“I suppose I was, my love. I didn’t exactly give you time to think of anything else, did I?”

“I don’t even remember when I passed out.”

He hums in response, his smirk widening into a smile as he remembers you passing out. His eyes roam over your face, the memory of pleasuring you and watching you lose consciousness bringing him satisfaction.

“I believe it was when I kept you up against the wall, darling. It was quite a sight, seeing you pass out in such ecstasy.”

You pout. “I don’t remember the end of it, though…”

He laughs again, finding your little pout adorable. His smirk widens as he holds you firmly against him.

“Well, that’s because you passed out before the main event, darling.”

Oh. You blush.

“O-okay… I don’t need details.”

He huffs out another soft laugh at your reaction, charmed by your blush and shyness. He moves his head forward, gently kissing your forehead.

“No, I don’t suppose you do. But suffice it to say, I had quite a lovely time, and I made sure you did too, my love.”

“I believe you,” you say cutely. “Shall I stand up? The water is getting cold.”

He hums in response, his hold on you loosening. He gently caresses your skin as you stand up from his lap.

“Sure, you may stand, darling. Be careful.”

He watches you closely to make sure you don’t fall.

Your legs are a little wobbly, but you manage to stand just fine. He nods approvingly, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction as he observes you holding yourself up despite your wobbly legs.

“It seems the time we spent together earlier has had quite an effect on you, my love.”

“I believe warm water was just what I needed…” you say cutely while putting on your bathrobe.

He watches you as you don your bathrobe, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders, still slightly marked by the love bites he gave you. He hums in response, his gaze fixated on you.

“Surely it was, my love. And now I will finally get something to eat. I’m starving.”

Oh, the slight, almost vicious mocking in his tone. You love every bit of it.

“What shall I make for my wonderful husband?” you ask, brushing your still-wet hair and gazing into the large bathroom mirror.

He hums in contemplation, watching you brush your hair through the reflection. He smirks as you ask what he would like to eat, remembering that you would prepare anything he desires. His sweet, soft wife.

“You’re such a wonderful wife, my sweet.”

He slowly stands up from the tub to stabilize his blood pressure, wrapping a towel around his hips and fixing his gaze on you through the mirror.

“I’m in the mood for pasta, darling.”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll prepare it immediately for us, my love,” you sing softly.

Fyodor huffs out another quiet laugh at your cute way of speaking, finding it endearing. He walks up to stand behind you, his hands gently resting on your hips as he speaks, his deep voice low in your ear, dripping with a certain possessiveness.

"Thank you, my love. But make sure to put on clothes, darling, before going into the kitchen."

Oh, the tease he is—so mocking but so irresistibly, sweetly flustering.

You pout. "Of course I will. We wouldn't want you to bend me over the table now, would we?"

He huffs out another laugh, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he pulls you closer against him, his hands holding your hips firmly as he presses an affectionate kiss to the side of your neck. He lets out a soft hum against your skin as he replies, his deep voice again dripping with possessiveness.

"Don't believe l'd have any objections to that either, darling."

You giggle, kissing his cheek and heading towards the bedroom to find something to wear.

He watches you as you walk towards the bedroom, his eyes roaming over your body and taking in the sight of your skin still marked and bruised by his love bites. He huffs out an amused chuckle at the sight and speaks, his deep, soft voice sounding amused.

"No need to bother putting too much on, dear. You look good without clothes too."

"Fyodor!" you shriek and giggle, blushing as you run off to the dressing room.

He chuckles again at your shriek and blushing cheeks, knowing you're not actually mad but rather shy about being naked, even though he's already seen everything.

You sing a soft melody as you choose something comfortable to wear. You find an elegant soft pink summer dress and decide to wear it.

He watches you through the open door of the dressing room, his gaze fixed on the pink dress you pick out. A subtle sense of possessiveness washes over him as he observes how pretty you look in it.

"Such a pretty little dress, my love. You look absolutely stunning, darling."

"You like the color on me, my love?" you ask softly, drying your hair and deciding to wear it open.

He hums in response, his gaze roaming over you now that you're all put together in the pink summer dress.

"Yes, I do indeed like it, my love. You look absolutely lovely. I quite like the sight of you in pastel pink."

You giggle, spraying a little cherry perfume on yourself and applying pink lip gloss.

He stands in the doorway of the dressing room, leaning against the frame as he watches you prepare yourself. The sweet scent of cherry fills the room, and your pink lip gloss makes your lips look luscious and delectable to him.

He lets out another deep hum, a smirk on his lips as he gazes at you, his voice dripping with desire and possessiveness.

"You smell good enough to eat, my love."

"Well, I'm happy that I don't smell like pasta then." you reply.

He huffs out another soft laugh, enjoying your witty remark. His smirk widens slightly as he replies, his voice still filled with desire.

"No, my love. You don't smell like pasta, but quite a lovely bit like cherries. I do like the fragrance, though I wonder if your sweet lips taste like cherries as well, darling."

"You can find out.." you giggle.

"Would you like me to make dessert too?"

His smirk widens at the thought of tasting your sweet lips again, already feeling his heart throb in excitement.

"Darling, l'd rather have you as my dessert."

"How witty of you, as always," you giggle with faux amazement. "How about chocolate pudding?"

He lets out another hearty laugh at your comment, his smirk widening as he gazes down at you.

You giggle. "Chocolate pudding with cherries on top?"

He chuckles deeply, enjoying your giggles and witty remarks.

He hums in agreement, lifting his hand to gently trace the soft skin of your lips with his thumb. His voice is low and deep as he replies.

"I suppose that would make a delicious combination, indeed, my love."

"Then I should head to the kitchen to make us those foods, my love," you say, kissing him briefly.

He lets out a deep hum in response, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his before they pull away too soon for his liking.

You smile cutely, turning around and leaving the dressing room. The sound of your bare feet can be heard as you walk down the stairs.

He hums, watching you leave, his eyes trained on your bare feet and legs. He smiles, appreciating how pretty you look in the summer dress, the color enhancing your beauty and the fact that you aren't wearing underwear adding to his possessiveness. His mind imagines what it will be like to indulge in you later on.

"Mmm...Tease."

You hum a melody as you walk through the grandiose mansion towards the kitchen. Everything is huge, so it takes some time to get from the bedroom to the kitchen.

He chuckles to himself, realizing how long it actually takes to traverse the enormous house.

"I'm coming down. How long are you going to take, моя любовь?"

His voice can barely be heard.

"I'm waiting!"

He huffs out another soft laugh, enjoying your cute enthusiasm. He quickly runs a hand through his hair to make sure it looks presentable before heading down the grand staircase to join you in the kitchen.

"Coming, my love."

"Fedya~ everything one could need is here! It's amazing! It's like we own a market!" you sing cutely, your voice the only thing heard.

He reaches the kitchen and smiles at its sheer size. His gaze falls on your lovely figure by one of the worktops. He huffs out a soft chuckle, replying with a hint of humor in his voice.

"Don't you dare cook the entire kitchen now, darling."

You pout. "I'm a good cook! You know that..."

He smiles wider at your pout, finding it adorable. He hums in agreement before replying, a touch of humor in his deep voice.

"I know that, my love. I wasn't referring to your cooking skills. I was more worried you'll attempt to cook the entire kitchen, given its ridiculous size."

You pout cutely. "I'll cook in every corner."

He huffs out another soft laugh, finding your pouting and stubbornness endearing. His smirk widens as he saunters up to you, his tone playful.

"My, my, aren't you cheeky? Careful now. You wouldn't want to tease me too much, love."

"I knew you would threaten me this way..." you giggle, starting to prepare the pasta.

He chuckles deeply at your comment, enjoying your giggle and playful response. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

His lips brush your ear as he speaks, his voice playful yet holding a hint of something dark and possessive.

"I wonder what I should do with a cheeky little tease like you, my love."

"Kiss and praise me because I'm so pretty and eager to please my husband with my cooking?"

He huffs out another deep chuckle at your cocky yet cute reply. His lips gently press against your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, leaving another love bite before he replies, his voice deep and possessive.

"Touché."

——————

You're cooking the pasta and preparing the pudding in the meantime.

Fyodor watches you working at the worktops, his deep amethyst eyes roaming over your figure, his smirk widening in appreciation.

"Goodness, you are lovely while cooking, my love. My little wife, hard at work to please your dear old husband."

"Old?" you giggle. "Just a few hundred years... it's not that much, my love."

He huffs out a deep laugh at your remark, finding your sassy little retorts both cute and endearing, yet incredibly hot and arousing. He suddenly grips your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, his smirk widening at the sight of your flushed cheeks and the redness of your ears.

"My cheeky little woman... I might just have to punish you for those little remarks of yours."

"Baby, I'm cooking!"

He huffs out another deep chuckle at your comment, the pout of your lips making the urge to punish you rise even more. Nevertheless, he reluctantly lets go of your chin but keeps his arm wrapped around your waist.

He hums as he replies, his deep voice still thick with possessiveness.

"I know, my love. I'll let you continue cooking just this once."

"You're a man with many interests. It's uncommon for you to cling to me like that..."

His smirk widens further, his amethyst eyes studying your every feature. He continues speaking, his deep, smooth voice still possessing that hint of possessiveness, his arm now holding you tight around the waist.

A soft, gentle slap is placed upon your buttocks, making you gasp softly.

"True, I'm a man with many interests, my love. But I cannot deny that I take great joy in clinging to you, my heart. You are my dearest possession, darling.."

You gulp. He is so…particular at this very moment. You wonder why.

"I miss you playing the cello... would you play it sometime for me?"

He pauses at your words, slightly surprised by the sudden change in topic, but soon hums in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his deep voice gentle and soft.

"Of course, my love. I shall play it for you again. Is there a certain song you wish to hear?"

"La leçon particulière..."

He lets out a low chuckle at your response, realizing you chose a rather raunchy piece to request. He hums in response, once again agreeing to your request.

"Sure, my love. I shall play it for you. However, this particular piece does not quite fit my good little wife. It is rather... erotic, darling."

You smile. "But it is one of my favorites..."

He knows. But it is far more entertaining to tease you about the things he already knows.

He hums once more, a deep chuckle leaving his lips. Your taste in music is indeed quite interesting, considering you are such a sweet and innocent little thing. It mirrors your personality very well.

Nevertheless, he agrees to your request, his smirk widening ever so slowly, his deep voice now holding an even more pronounced element of possessiveness, his words almost sultry.

"My little wife, with her rather questionable taste in music. I shall play this piece in the evening for you, but I expect payment for it, my love."

"With kisses?"

He huffs out another deep chuckle at your reply, finding your eagerness and naivete highly adorable, once again feeling the urge to just throw you onto the nearest table and claim you completely. Nevertheless, he gives in, replying in a sultry tone with a wide smirk.

"Indeed, my love, with kisses. And I expect a rather generous payment..."

You giggle. "Of course."

He huffs out a deep chuckle, enjoying the adorable sound of your giggles. He then suddenly pulls your body flush against his, his lips against your ear, speaking in a low, thick, and sultry voice, his words a mere breath of air against your ear.

"You better not disappoint me, my love. I might need more than just kisses, given my long time of absence, my dear."

"Of course, my love." You kiss his jaw softly, placing their pasta on the plates. "By the way, I haven't heard anything about Nikolai lately. Did you hear anything about him?"

He hums in approval and pleasure at your soft kisses, his deep voice still thick with possessiveness. His expression darkens slightly at your question, and he huffs out a low sound, clearly finding Nikolai and his whereabouts uninteresting.

"I haven't heard anything from him lately. Good riddance, if you ask me, darling."

You chuckle at his bluntness. "Well... I wasn't expecting that."

He huffs out another deep chuckle, finding your cute reaction endearing.

“...but Ivan is still working for you, right?" you sing cutely, pouring cherry juice into their glasses.

He huffs out a deep chuckle at your singing, finding your voice highly endearing. He replies, his words now a bit more serious.

"Yes, Ivan is still working for me. Why do you ask?"

"You specifically hired him for tea making because he is so good at it, so I'm a little nervous about making your tea from now on, every day."

You place your plates and glasses on the table.

He huffs out a deep laugh at your suddenly concerned pout, finding you once again adorable. He replies, his smile widening.

"My little wife. My little worrywart. Trust me, it's impossible for you to mess up making tea." He suddenly pulls a chair back for you, gently gesturing for you to sit down.

You smile, thanking him. "I hope so... l'd like to make you very, very happy."

He hums, a wide smile spreading over his lips at your words. Your cute eagerness to please him in any way possible makes his possessive urges increase before he replies, his deep voice thick with possessiveness and adoration, with a hint of something darker underneath.

"My sweet darling, you are doing a splendid job of making me very, very happy."

"Shall I entertain my wonderful husband with some thoughts on a movie I watched just before our wedding?" you say cutely, starting to taste your cooking. "Is the pasta to your liking?"

He hums in approval at your question, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, finding your words and behavior so innocently adorable and endearing again. He lifts his own pasta to his mouth, taking a bite, and hums in approval, his taste buds dancing at the flavor.

"My, my... Very well done, darling. It's delicious. Do tell me your thoughts about the movie, my love."

"I recently watched the movie The Age of Adaline. Have you ever heard of it?" It's obvious that he hasn't, because he really doesn't watch movies.

He hums in thought as he chews, swallowing his bite of pasta before replying, his words coming out a bit delayed due to him having to chew and swallow first. He shakes his head in negation at your question.

"I have not, darling. What is it about?"

"About a woman who can't age. I found the first 20 minutes of the movie to be brilliant. I was so invested in the thought of what someone who can't age and therefore not die a natural death would feel and think. She had a husband, who died a tragic death. They had a daughter together."

He hums again, finding the subject of such a movie interesting. Simply because you’re the one telling about it.

His amethyst eyes roam over your face, studying your thoughtful expression about this subject. It makes him curious about your personal thoughts on the matter.

He loves to hear you talk. You sound so sweet, like some kind of a fairytale character.

"How does she feel and think, in your opinion? I take it she feels very lonely to live on as she does."

"That is exactly what I thought, and my expectations for the movie were very high. I was so ready to explore her inner world but then.." you drink. "Well, they literally messed it up. With a petty romance that didn't make any sense in the first place."

He huffs at your words, agreeing with your opinion. After all, he was a rational man with more than just a distaste for sentiment in general.

Nevertheless, he hums, replying, his deep voice getting a slightly dark, possessive tone again.

"I could see this disappointing you, darling. I would also dislike it when movies promise certain things and then fail to deliver."

Your eyes widen cutely, delivering your thoughts fiercely. "I was expecting so much more! She had a daughter who reached an age where she barely could walk down the stairs, and she couldn't age! She was always on the run, never truly able to make friends or any meaningful connection..."

He hums, finding your fierce side a highly arousing sight to witness, and he can't help but grip your thigh from under the table. He replies, his eyes now roaming over your face, admiring your expression.

"Such a scenario would be incredibly lonely, darling. I admire your ability to imagine such a situation so vividly."

This means so much to him. The way you were searching for him in that movie. Other ways to understand him, feel his inner turmoil, be there for him. As if you weren’t already mastering it with bravura.

"The first 20 minutes were truly brilliant..." you huff. "I could feel all the agony and stress of her situation, but then they had to drop a 30-year-old male lead into the movie, possibly more than half her age, and play out that 'young love' vibe as if saying that one can always start over. It cheapened her character so much, it was unbearable. Wasted potentials are almost hurting me physically, you know, my love?"

He huffs out another deep chuckle at your words, your annoyed and frustrated expression endearing to him. Once again, he tightens his grip on your thigh, his smirk widening, the possessive tone in his voice now more than obvious, his amethyst eyes locked with your brown ones.

"I can see that, my love. Your passionate response to such wasted potential is... arousing, to say the least."

You giggle, pouting playfully, your gaze fixed on your own plate. "The way she flirted with him was too modern. A woman in her age would struggle to flirt with a modern age man. Also, she was a weird mix of very introverted and very extroverted, as if she was holding herself back. She was such a feminist it didn't make any sense. A woman born in 1908 could be so much more misogynistic."

He huffs out yet another deep chuckle at your observation, finding your assessment correct, and his hand on your thigh slowly starts to slide higher, before suddenly squeezing your inner thigh, his smirk widening slightly, his eyes darkening just a bit, his voice still thick with possessiveness.

"You're absolutely correct, darling. However, I have to say, I love seeing you so annoyed over such details."

"The most annoying part was the male lead. He gave me chills."

He huffs again, his smirk widening at your irritation, his hand now moving up further, his touch just barely teasing the edge of your dress.

"What was so annoying about him, my love?"

"He was just... cringe?" you say innocently.

He huffs out another deep laugh, finding the innocence with which you say the word 'cringe' endearing to him, before he replies, his voice holding a hint of possessiveness again, his smirk widening.

"Can you elaborate, darling? What was so cringe about him?"

"I was sure that he would start to bark at some point. He was like a teenager stuck in a 30-year-old's body."

He huffs again, amused by your description, and he squeezes your thigh a bit more firmly, his amethyst eyes roaming over your face, his hand now slowly pushing up higher along your inner thigh.

"Mmm... You're right, dear. His behavior and actions are indeed quite cringe."

You gasp softly. "I never imagined you would say that."

He huffs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watches your gasp, and he slowly starts to apply more pressure to your inner thigh, his smirk widening before replying, his eyes taking on a darker tone.

"Ah, really? Why is that, my love?"

"Cringe is such a petite word for you," you say softly, sipping.

He huffs, a dark smile now spreading over his lips, your words and tone stirring something in him. As you sip from your beverage, he suddenly moves his hand a bit higher, his touch now definitely pushing under your dress, his voice getting a low, possessive tone.

"It is, yes. A word one wouldn't associate with me. But watching you get worked up over this is quite endearing."

"You didn't finish your pasta... I worked so hard for this," you pout cutely.

He huffs out another deep chuckle at your pout, finding you adorable for the billionth time. Nevertheless, his hand keeps on slowly pushing up further, as his eyes roam over your face, a smug smile on his lips.

"indeed, you did, my love. That is why you are such a well-trained little wife, aren't you? I must praise you for that."

You blush softly at the sweet praise.

"If you don't finish your pasta, I can't serve you the pudding, my love."

He huffs, taking in your expression, before eventually giving in, his smug smile widening.

"All right, all right, my love. Since you worked so hard on it, I'll finish it."

"Thank you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He huffs, letting out a deep chuckle at your kiss, finding your touch and words endearing.

Nevertheless, he gently takes hold of your chin with his free hand, and suddenly pushes your head gently back, before pressing his lips firmly on top of yours, his movement and touch almost too forceful and possessive, as if he would want to claim your body once more, right here and then, at the dining table.

"Mh~"

He huffs, his lips moving against yours, his possessiveness getting the better of him, he pushes his tongue between your lips, claiming your mouth in the most dominating of ways. His free hand slowly starts to roam a bit higher up your inner thigh, now definitely moving up under the hem of your dress, his touch demanding and firm.

"F-Fyodor! Your food..."

He hums, feeling your gasp at his action, and he finally pulls away, his eyes dark, almost feral, and he huffs before replying, a smug smile on his face, his voice thick with possessiven-ess. "Food can wait, my love."

"I will be very unhappy if you don't eat up," you pout. "You're anemic. You should eat well."

He hums, finding your pouting too adorable, and he presses another kiss on your pout, his smirk widening, his hand still slowly roaming higher under your dress, now brushing teasingly against your panties, his eyes glimmering with mischief, the possessive tone of his voice a bit more dark and commanding than before.

"I should. But you're a distraction, my love. Quite a big distraction."

"S-shall I sit over there?"

He hums, his touch finally brushing against your core, his smirk widening, his eyes glittering at your words, clearly amused by the way you're already getting worked up from his touch alone, and his words come out in a low, possessive tone.

"No. No, you won't. I want you by my side."

With your fingers shaking, you gently put the cherry on top of his chocolate pudding as he brushes against your core with his slim fingers.

"Mhhh~"

He hums again, a dark smile spreading over his lips at your reaction, your shaking fingers only increasing his possessiveness, and he slowly starts to rub his fingertips against your core, his touch firm, demanding a reaction from you again.

"My, my... Already getting excited, are you, darling?"

"O-only if you eat your pudding too.." you say, an idea forming but unsure if it's a good one. Too shy to ask.

He hums, his eyes watching you as he slowly pushes against your sensitive spot, making you whimper again, before he replies, his voice getting a darker, more demanding tone for a moment.

"Fine then... Anything for my little wife... Just for you, I'll eat the pudding, darling."

"Thank you," you say with a shaking voice.

He hums again, letting out a deep, possessive chuckle at your shaking voice, his fingertips still slowly rubbing against your core, enjoying the way you whimper and gasp at his touch.

"You're welcome, мышка."

"S-shall I... mhh..."

He huffs, noticing your tone change and the way you hesitate, the smirk on his face getting darker and more possessive.

"What is it, darling? Use your words, love. I can't read your mind..."

Liar. That is a lie.

"I... I once read about something called.."

He huffs, his fingers working against your core still, slowly rubbing and circling the sensitive area, his eyes locked on your face, dark and observant, watching your every expression. His hand under the table tightens on your thigh again, holding you firmly in place almost.

"Continue, love. That is a good girl, use your words. I am listening."

"Cockwarming...?"

He hums at your word, once again a dark grin spread over his lips, and immediately, he stops his fingers, his touch pulling away a bit, before he replies, his voice once more taking that possessive tone, almost too demanding.

"Hm…Cockwarming? What a wonderfully filthy little thing my wifey is... Thinking about such lewd, naughty things..."

You blush deeply. "l... I just thought you might like it while eating your p-pudding..."

He huffs, loving the way your blush spreads over your face, his eyes dark and hungry as they roam over you, his smirk widening, and he tightens his touch on your thigh, his voice getting a darker tone again.

"That does sound like a wonderful thought, darling... Why don't you be a good little wife and do it then?"

[zexalmonth]

Hello, Zexal fans! Zexal Month 2024 is just around the corner and, for this year, we're doing the ABCs of Zexal! That's right, this year, our prompts are just based on the letters of the alphabet. Feel free to just use the titles (like A is for Astral) as the prompt or look at the following text for ideas. We can’t wait to see what art/writing/edits/cosplay/etc you produce for us!

If you are joining us for the first time: we have a list of prompts with suggestions attached! They're not hard rules though, so you can freely skip some or combine them. Tag your creations #zexal month 2024 and we'll make sure to reblog them all! Make sure to @zexalmonth on your posts as well!

Week 1: Introductions We’re going straight into it this year! For this week, introduce yourself and share with us something you like about our favourite warring factions!

1st: A is for Astral Make something involving our favourite, naked protagonist. Alternatively, draw something related to the Astral World. You can draw a character as a resident of the Astral World if you like. 2nd: B is for Barian Share with us which Barian Lord is your favourite or something you like about the world! Maybe even make another character you like a Barian.

Week 2: C to G!

5th: C is for Chaos Chaos is both a force of evil and the essence of life in Zexal. For this prompt, you can go either way. Share the craziest thing you enjoyed about Zexal or put your favourite character in a chaotic situation. Alternatively, draw a character in Zexal getting corrupted by Chaos. 6th: D is for Duel What’s your favourite duel in the series? What characters would you have liked to see duel? 7th: E is for Enemy Oneshot villains like the Fallguys, the Arclights, Don Thousand? A hero’s journey is only as good as its bad guys so let’s give them some appreciation! What do you like about them? 8th: F is for Friendship What’s you favourite friendship in the series? Alternatively, what friendship would you have liked to see? What two characters would have had a good friendship? 9th: G is for Gate The gate to the Astral world can also link to other worlds. This is our crossover prompt! Throw the Zexal characters to another world/fandom you’re in at the moment or bring other characters to the world of Zexal.

Week 3: H to L!

12th: H is for Hobby Whether it’s a character doing your hobbies or what you have headcanoned for them, show a Zexal Character (or characters) enjoying themselves with a hobby outside of card games! 13th: I is for Icicles Whether it’s icicles because it’s winter right now or icicles as in the stuff you eat at the beach, it’s time to give our faves a treat! Throw everyone in a beach episode or in a cabin under the snow... 14th: J is for Justice (Or Jail) Tell us what you thought was unfair in Zexal or show us a character that you think should be punished. Maybe show us bringing it into your own hand… 15th: K is for KATTOBINGU Kattobingu is the will to never give up without giving it your all. It’s taking a chance and moving forward with courage. What’s something positive you’ve gained from Zexal? Good memories? Fun experiences in the fandom? Friends? Share us something good you’ve gotten from Zexal or just draw characters with the Kattobingu spirit! 16th: L is for location There are so many pretty places in Zexal. Scenery appreciation prompt. What’s a place in Zexal you’d like to go to or would have liked to see more of in Zexal.

Week 4: M to Q!

19th: M is for Monsters Whether it’s a literal Duel Monster or characters that are monsters (Black Mist, Don Thousand, Tron, Dr Faker, etc.), a monster is a monster. Sshow us what you like about them. 20th: N is for Numbers Let’s give our favourite MacGuffin some love. What’s your favourite Number? What design you like? Feel free to include non-Anime Numbers here. 21st: O is for Originality There are a lot of OCs in the Zexal. Share them with us and tell us about them. Alternatively, show us some new outfits for one or members of the Zexal crew! 22nd: P is for Powers Photon mode, Barian transformations, Arclight crests, ZEXAL. Zexal has so many powers in the show. What’s your favourite? If you have an OC, feel free to show their powers if they have any. 23rd: Q is for Quotes Zexal has both quotes that hit like a truck and lines like “You just summoned your mom.” Show the scene that has the Zexal quote you like!

Week 5: R to V!

26th: R is for Ruins Whether we’re talking about the literal ruins the characters go through the series or the past (the ruin of the self), it’s all about our characters’ history. How were the characters when they were young? How will they be in the future? How would they be if they had a past life? 27th: S is for Siblings The Arclight siblings, the Kamishiro Twins, Yuma and Akari, Haruto and Kaito. There are so many familial relationships in Zexal. Show your favourite sibling group being a family or combine them together! 28th: T is for Tag Duel Did you like the Tag Duels in Zexal? Who do you wish you could have seen Tag Duel? Show us two characters teaming up! 29th: U is for Utopia AU day! Show us your AUs! Alternatively, show us something you wish to have seen from Zexal. 30th: V is for Victory Today is the last day of Zexal Month! We made it to the end! What did you like about Zexal Month? Also share with us what you liked from Zexal.

Bonus Prompts:

W is for Wonderwing X is for Xyz Change Y is for Yesterday Z is for Zexal Æ is for Aeon Ȝ is for gift ð is for thoughts “Anyone can overlay if they try.” “This isn’t goodbye!” “I’d rather do this with anyone else.”

Can't wait to see what August has to bring! -Mod Fla

[ma1dmer]

Bloodborne - Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower NSFW

i am blushing just thinking of her

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): not the best at it, but she keeps close to you like a guard dog, she'll let you hold her hand as she sits next to you on the bed, she'll urge you to fall asleep softly, but that's as far as she is capable without you asking for something specifically

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): your skin, she trails her hands up and down your body as she slowly strips you, firstly with gloved hesitant fingers, and then quickly removes them before grabbing you fully, she enjoys the colour of it, the feel of it, the smell of it, the way it bruises so easily under her hold, she also loves marking you up

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she loves making a mess of you, uses her fingers and then has you lick them clean obediently, gently dragging them across your tongue

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): your scent is like a drug to her, she'll hold onto your underwear to smell, such a lowly and depraved thing for a woman as imposing as herself, but she cannot help the feral and hungry urge that grabs ahold of her whenever she has anything that has your scent on it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): she has some experience, not a lot, with the hunt and everything going on, it was the furthest thing in her mind, but she is a quick study, observant to every detail, every shudder and gasp and clench of your body

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): you, sat on her lap, thighs invitingly spread over her own, preferably fully naked while she still dons her hunting gear, she'll make you work for it, hands behind your back rubbing yourself against her thighs, bonus points if you can get off like that

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): serious and intense, she gets scary sometimes with the way her gaze darkens ,as if she is ready to devour you whenever she sets her sight on you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): doesn't bother with it, its soft and fair like her hair but there's a lot of it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): she makes you swoon, she gently takes hold of your hand and brings the back of it to her lips as she bows for you and she is such a poet with her words, her treatment is rough but she whispers such flowery prose in your ears that you almost forget how sore you are left after everything is said and done

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): doesn't care to do it by herself, especially if she has you by her side, she'll wait patiently for your next visit, she has nothing but patience and time in her hands after all

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): scent kink, bloodplay, boot worship, clothed sex etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): she has no shame, not any more especially, if she wants you amongst beasts and men she'll have you, you have to be the one to stop her before things get too far, her face buried in your neck her hands climbing up and inside your thighs

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): she doesn't like to play coy, you have to straight up tell her what you want, and if you can't, out of shame or embarrassment, she'll help you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she does not share, she will never accept bringing someone else into your love life

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): she wants you on your knees, working for it with just your mouth, hands behind your back, she'll barely even help you remove her pants, you'll have to figure it out by yourself, using your teeth to unlace her, mouthing against the fabric before she finally lets you remove them with a lift of her hips

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and torturous, she is methodical and unrelenting, unmovable when she finds that spot that makes you squirm

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): she refuses to be rushed, if you fall into her clutches be prepared to lose a lot of time, try to rush her and she'll purposefully drag it out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): depends what you mean by risk, some would say just having sex with her is a risk of its own, but not really she knows what she enjoys so she sticks to that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): she will have you crying and trembling from exhaustion, sweetly asking you to hold out for her a bit longer, just a bit

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't care for them, doesn't care what you do on your own time, but it's not something that appeals to her, she'll try a few times to use them for you, but immediately forget or purposefully abandon them in favour of touching you with her own hands

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): she is not a tease, quite the opposite actually, she is more likely to overstimulate you, holding you down as you beg for her, not sure if you want her to stop or keep going

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): she is silent, unnervingly so, silent and still like a predator observing her prey ready to pounce, taking in your sounds and your ravaged appearance

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): if she had a grave, she'd definitely be the kind to want to fuck you on it, taking you aside on top of the cold stone, feeling your warmth leave your body as she slowly strips you from your layers, watching you shiver trapped beneath her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): she is a tad obsessive, maybe thats a byproduct of the beast blood inside her, she does a good enough job from hiding that part of herself from you, but its there in the way she gazes at you whenever you come visit her

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): doesn't quite rest, she needs to be sure you are safe before she is comfortable to lay back down with you, the dangers of beasts and the hunt calling to her a constant worry in her head, you need to pull her down to convince her to finally relax

[slippinninque]

Fontaine vs Usher

Notes: fluff, short n sweet, pouty 'taine, goofy reader, I added a bit more cause this one wouldn't leave me alone lol.

Fontaine video called while you were puttering around your kitchen cleaning up after your snack, your laptop still at the table open and flickering through playlists.

"Ugh, I had the biggest crush on Usher-- I'm glad he's still doing alright .."

"....Fuck him."

You snorted, pausing in wiping down your counter, "Now, 'Taine..."

"Mhmm, I said it...fuck 'em."

"What did he do to you?!"

"It ain't about what Usher did, it's what he does. He come over here an' call himself serendaing-- he'll be finishing that hook up at them pearly gates...."

You crumbled onto the counter, outdone and incredulous at your man. Fontaine's expression was every bit serious aside from the slight lift of his brow.

"You are terrible, Fontaine, you can't be out here taking out the greats!"

Fontaines face was suddenly up against his camera, "Turn me 'round, lemme see him..."

"You acting like he's here!"

"I said turn me, woman!"

Dutifully doing as you were asked, you held him in the direction of your laptop right when Usher took off his shirt, tossing it into the crowd.

"See? Look at 'em.... whore."

You couldn't stop laughing as Fontaine wished the absolute worst on the singer.

"I hope you roll your ankle the next time you slide up to a lady, you audacious bitch. Aight, I'm done."

Sighing as you wiped away tears, you shook your head once he could see you again, "You're terrible, but I'm lucky to have you."

Fontaine huffed, "Let him breathe in your direction, Imma bust his head down to the white meat."

Lost to your giggles, you went and plopped onto the couch as you reassured your the superstar in your life.

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The radio played aimlessly as you waited for your food to come up at the drive thru. Fontaine was watching the flow of traffic in front of him, when his ears perked at the music playing.

"Right in front of me?" He matched your surprised stare with his own, unimpressed one.

You floundered for a minute before tucking it behind an saccharine little grin, reaching and turning the radio up a bit louder.

"Its 9:00 on the dot I'm your green car parked on the street/ you got a real pretty pretty lil' thing that's waiting for yooooou..../ You-you pull up, anticipating good love, I won't keep you waiting/ I got plans to put your haa-aands in places you always see, boy you know what I mee-eean..."

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you threw yourself over Fontaine as much as you could, wriggling your brows as he tried to ignore you and your terrible remix.

"Gonna take me to a place nice and quiet/ so there were no one left to interrupt, ain't got to rush, you just wanna take it niiiice and sloooow..."

When you tried to kiss him, he turned his face away making you crack a bit.

"No, I don' want kisses." He said, petulant.

"Don't kiss you? I can't kiss you now?"

Saying nothing, Fontaine shifted away from you as if he was rolling over in bed and stared moodily out the window.

"Here, lemme sing to you some more, that might help-- NOW TEEEEEELLL ME, DO YOU WANNA GET FREEEAKY?"

He jumped at the sudden volume of your voice and you slapped a hand on the center of his back, sliding it every which-way as you babbled through the next few rhymes.

Giving your best show, you unzipped your hoodie and rolled your body in the passenger seat. The ruckus of it all making him turn to face you with surprise.

"What... in the Pretty Ricky is happenin' right now?"

"I'm serenading you! We can be each others Usher--

The window finally spun open and your carry out was provided. Fontaine hurried to grab the bags after handing you the drinks.

"I don't wanna be no damn Usher, girl, you lost yo' mind--can I get some straws, please?"

"They call you F-O-N-T-A-I-N and they need an' E-- now why you laughing like that at me in front of this nice Coney Island lady?"

It wasn't really a question, afterall to get that pout off his face was all you wanted.

Fontaine accepted the straws from the giggling worker and you thanked her before Fontaine pulled off and into the street.

"Yo' lil tail play too much." Fontaine eventually said, shaking his head and putting a hand onto your thigh. He was smiling, though, so at least your show was appreciated.

"Just say the word and I'll play you all the jams. Ooo, y'knowanothergoodone-- I'll be yo' grooupie, babyy, 'cause you are my suuperstah--

"Stop, stop!"

Pausing to cackle for a moment and turn the radio completely off, you went back into show mode much to the mirth of your Fontaine.

[pixiemage]

My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 3

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➤ Search the ship. Risk or not, there’s someone inside. They need his help and fast.

There isn’t time to call for help. Even a second wasted could mean the worst for anyone who might still be aboard the ship.

(He’ll get help later once he knows nobody is about to die on his watch.)

Jimmy swiftly loosens his bandanna from around his neck and ties it over his mouth, blocking out the smoke as he rushes forward toward the billowing heat of the fire. Red sand kicks up beneath his boots and he does his best not to recoil when the flames grow searingly hot with their proximity. He tucks his wings close to avoid burning his feathers and ducks into the nearest gaping hole in the hull, the sharp broken metal looking formidable with its charred edges.

It’s unnerving somehow. The roaring of the fire, the creaking of the ship - the smoke making Jimmy’s eyes sting. He hesitates for a moment as he contemplates just how dangerous of a situation he’s putting himself in. But he can handle this, he reminds himself. He’s a sheriff. He’s the sheriff. This is his empire, and he swore to protect it - and those in it - when he donned his hat. It’s his responsibility.

Jimmy ducks under sparking wires and creaking metal and shies away from what flames he can, his eyes watering from the smoke as he scans the burning wreckage for survivors. He finds himself having to withhold his curiosity at what he’s seeing inside the ship. Without the soot and the fire and the damage, he can only imagine it had looked pristine and futuristic, the white surfaces shining and the now-shattered and sparking displays alight with data of some kind, like Jimmy’s own communicator but much more advanced. But he shakes himself. He can’t let himself get distracted, not in a place this dangerous, not with potential lives on the line.

“H-Hello?” he calls out, almost immediately coughing at the smoke in the air. He tries again, and louder this time. “Hello?! Anyone in here?”

“Re-Re-Reboot…boot…f-failure…ure…” A crackling and distorted voice comes to life around Jimmy and he jolts, spinning to try and find the source. But it sounds like it’s coming from multiple places at once, a little tinny, a little fake. A little like a communicator call. “...conta-a-act Herm-Herm-Herm-Herm-”

“Hermes?” Jimmy blurts out, confused, as the voice loops brokenly, beginning to warp.

“Herm-Her-r-r-rm–” A crackle of static bursts over what Jimmy can only assume were speakers built into the ship itself. “–ermethiu-u-us for assi-i-i-stance.”

“Hermethius…?” Jimmy mumbles the word to himself, feeling it out, but it isn’t ringing a bell. “Alright...alright, sure!” He nods, then feels a bit silly since he isn’t sure if the voice he’s hearing can even see him. “Contact Hermethius. Can do. Er–” He glances around again. “Are you the pilot? Or is there a pilot somewhere? A crew or something?”

“H.A.S.A. Pi-i-ilot T. Te–” Static erupts over the speakers again, and Jimmy winces against the noise. “–loca-ate…-ate…-ate…-ated in co-o-ockpit. Assista-ance re-e-equiiiiireeeddd…”

The voice warps again, slowing, and goes silent beneath the crackling of the fire. Jimmy stares at the ceiling, his ear feathers pinning back against his head.

“Hello?” He tries. “Are you still there?”

Nothing. Jimmy isn’t quite sure who he’d been speaking to or if the voice was even alive, but something like sadness settles in his chest anyway.

But he can’t dwell on it. He’s learned something: the pilot is stuck in the cockpit, and from what he knows, that’s at the front of the ship. But…which way is the front? He turns on the spot, trying to remember. Which end of the wreck had been the front? The right or the left…?

[my5unday]

Helloo everypet 💜 today me, @octonauter and one of our friends (who i dont think has tumblr) worked on the second chapter of that evil vinnil angst fanfic from a while ago err have fun reading 😭

(ALSO PLSS TELL ME YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THE JK ROWLING BLACK MOLD THEORY 😭😭)

It was the coldest day of the summer but the most humid, tere was a negative and uncomfortable energy that clung to the air of the petshopt. It was awfully quiet.. Apart from Sunils WICKED giggles. The other pets were huddled around the campfire singing the campfire song. “C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG” they chanted in unison. Sunil was in a secluded corner of the day camp, scheming up an evil plan. He felt that Vinnie had disrespected him immensely by launching him into the ocean then giving him cpr in front of Youngmee, Sue, Jasper.. YOU GET IT. To get back at him, Sunil had the grandiose idea to grow black mold in the petshop and give Vinnie black mold poisoning, because he is deathly allergic to it [most people are.. I think.. But hes worse]. Sunil used his magic to create black mold spores on the corner of the day camp he stood in front of. He then used his magic even more to speed up the spread of the black mold. He let out a wicked laugh, excited to get his revenge on that green goblin.

Speaking on thr vinnie, no one had seen him in two days. He hadnt showed up to the day camp at all. All the pets just assumed that vinnie had just stayed home. He heard coughing from the other side of the room, volient and deadly, sickening and heartstopping. He turned around, pennlyling collasped on the floor, clutching her stomach. The animation meme black goo poured from her mouth. The pets payed no mind to this and continued singing the camp fire song because it was more important than penyling not succumbing [cucumbing[cucumber] to a slow and painful death [C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁]. She was expenspensible in the senseless world. A baby panda like her was all too rare in the cat and dog world. Sunil rushed to Penny lings side, dousing the fire so the pets would shut the up for once. They all groaned in annoyance. Despite gaining this illness less than ten seconds ago she was dawned with the heroin chique, her facial struture bolden and cheeks caved in gibing her that sickly starving model look. “Oh my John Eclipse penny ling! What in dogs name happened to you?” Zoe asked, appalled and honestly disgusted. Pennyling tried to respond but only coughed violently in response. She became delirious and suddenly got the urge to write on-twitter…

“Fetch me my cellular, heathen!” Pennyling shouted like a queen, and Zoey quickly did as she was told, believing this request to be her dying wish. She snatched the cellular from Zoey and began writing her first tweet on her account “PLMofficial” [Penny Ling Moulding]. Her first tweet read “The mold would NEVER bless trans people #moldingout #themoldsaves #jesusmolds #moldlovesmeyesIknow” The mold had turned Penny Ling PROBLEMATIC!! Zoey starts to feel weird as the mold starts to corrupt her brain 2. The animation meme black goo pooled at the corner of her mouth as she became chronically online. Zoey snatched the phone off Pennyling and read her tweet. “Wait.. IM TRANS! IM TRANS AND SHES SAYING THIS ABOUT ME” Zoey yelled in her mind. Chronically online rage consumed her.. “I… I HAVE TO RATIO PENNY LING!”

SHe typed furiously on her own phone and  whipped up a horrible comment that we don[t get paid enough to show and PLMofficial Was so offended she spiraled into depression within 10 seconds and  typeda undercover compliment comment to self medicate her self.

¨fr¨ the comment read, and penny smiled to herself.¨ Inally, someone cares…………..”she said, but she realizwd she forgot to switch accounts! Üh oh wrong account she posted and became mad at ZOey for tricking her [she didn really but pennyling was delusional] And a fight started brewing!

***

Blythe meanwhile was in her room, eyes red from being awake for the past 3 days. She had a twisted smile on her face, one of pure insanity. Huddled underneath her blanket she clung onto her phone which was scorching hot from over using it, the extreme heat burning off her fingerprints. She was playing dressed to impressed, desprate for the role of top model, refusing to eat or sleep until she achieved her goal. Everyone was worried about her, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the kigs’ horses and all the king's men havent seen her since this addiction started. Mr baxter decided enough was enough and forcibly burst down her dor with a machine gun. Instantly exploding into pecices “blythey, this HAS to stop!” he cried “DAD not now! Im playing roblox.” he unplugged her phone wich had been running on -1 percent and she let out a shrill shreik. He slung her over his shoulder and marched out the door. “Your going to rehab!”

at the pet shop, all the pets starting to place bets on whod survive the fightn when all of a sudden… “GUYS! COME OVER HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!” Russel shouted. Everyone ran over to see Blythe being forcibly pushed into the back of a cop car!? “RELEASE ME I WANT MORE MORE” Blythe screamed as the cops finally managed to shove her in and lock the car door behind her. As they drove off, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousin and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men stood there in shock when a somber voice broke the silence. A group of government official looking peeple walken up to the crowd. “We’re sorry, everyone,” they said, “but vinnie’s body has been found.”

Blythey sat in a room of the rehab facility, sitting on one of those loungey chairs at therapy. Her rehab guy began asking her questions. “So, Blythe, tell me when this addiction first started.” Blythe looked at the rehab guy with an ellie and mason LOOK 💜 “Four days ago.. A uh… talking lizard introduced me to the game” Rehab guy gave Blythe a confused look. “A talking lizard showed you dress to impre-?” “YES! 😁😁😁🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😜😉😉😜😜omg😜😜😜😜😜😉🤯💅💅💅💅” she replied, instantly excited over the mention of the game by name. Rehab guy began writing notes in >*~-THE BOOK OF NOTES-~*<. “Blythe, you have a serious addiction to roblox games, in order to get you under control….” The words seemed to blur out after that in her mind. Her fingers began pointing to the assortment of clothes around the rehab room. “Blythe.. Blythe.. BLYTHE!!!” rehab guy yelled, finally catching her attention. “What are you doing??” he asked, to which Blythe replied, “Dressing💅up..” Blythe addiction had worsened to the point she thought the real world had turned into Dress to Impress, perchance a side effect of her withdrawal. She had to be strapped down to a stretcher as she began to lash out when the game was taken from her and she halucinated themse before her “NO! NO ! A FUR COMBO! I WONT LOOSE TO A FUR COMBO!” she screeched. And was locked away in a paddedroom.

[todaysdocument]

Discharge Petition for H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: General Records

This item, H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964, faced strong opposition in the House Rules Committee. Howard Smith, Chairman of the committee, refused to schedule hearings for the bill. Emanuel Celler, Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, attempted to use this discharge petition to move the bill out of committee without holding hearings. The petition failed to gain the required majority of Congress (218 signatures), but forced Chairman Smith to schedule hearings.

88th CONGRESS. House of Representatives No. 5 Motion to Discharge a Committee from the Consideration of a RESOLUTION (State whether bill, joint resolution, or resolution) December 9, 1963 To the Clerk of the House of Representatives: Pursuant to Clause 4 of Rule XXVII (see rule on page 7), I EMANUEL CELLER (Name of Member), move to discharge to the Commitee on RULES (Committee) from the consideration of the RESOLUTION; H. Res. 574 entitled, a RESOLUTION PROVIDING FOR THE CONSIDERATION OF THE BILL (H. R. 7152) which was referred to said committee November 27, 1963 in support of which motion the undersigned Members of the House of Representatives affix their signatures, to wit: 1. Emanuel Celler 2. John J. Rooney 3. Seymour Halpern 4. James G Fulton 5. Thomas W Pelly 6. Robt N. C. Nix 7. Jeffery Cohelan 8. W A Barrett 9. William S. Mailiard 10. 11. Augustus F. Hawkins 12. Otis G. Pike 13. Benjamin S Rosenthal 14. Spark M Matsunaga 15. Frank M. Clark 16. William L Dawson 17. Melvin Price 18. John C. Kluczynski 19. Barratt O'Hara 20. George E. Shipley 21. Dan Rostenkowski 22. Ralph J. Rivers[page] 2 23. Everett G. Burkhalter 24. Robert L. Leggett 25. William L St Onge 26. Edward P. Boland 27. Winfield K. Denton 28. David J. Flood 29. 30. Lucian N. Nedzi 31. James Roosevelt 32. Henry C Reuss 33. Charles S. Joelson 34. Samuel N. Friedel 35. George M. Rhodes 36. William F. Ryan 37. Clarence D. Long 38. Charles C. Diggs Jr 39. Morris K. Udall 40. Wm J. Randall 41. 42. Donald M. Fraser 43. Joseph G. Minish 44. Edith Green 45. Neil Staebler 46. 47. Ralph R. Harding 48. Frank M. Karsten 49. 50. John H. Dent 51. John Brademas 52. John E. Moss 53. Jacob H. Gilbert 54. Leonor K. Sullivan 55. John F. Shelley 56. 57. Lionel Van Deerlin 58. Carlton R. Sickles 59. 60. Edward R. Finnegan 61. Julia Butler Hansen 62. Richard Bolling 63. Ken Heckler 64. Herman Toll 65. Ray J Madden 66. J Edward Roush 67. James A. Burke 68. Frank C. Osmers Jr 69. Adam Powell 70. 71. Fred Schwengel 72. Philip J. Philiben 73. Byron G. Rogers 74. John F. Baldwin 75. Joseph Karth 76. 77. Roland V. Libonati 78. John V. Lindsay 79. Stanley R. Tupper 80. Joseph M. McDade 81. Wm Broomfield 82. 83. 84. Robert J Corbett 85. 86. Craig Hosmer87. Robert N. Giaimo 88. Claude Pepper 89. William T Murphy 90. George H. Fallon 91. Hugh L. Carey 92. Robert T. Secrest 93. Harley O. Staggers 94. Thor C. Tollefson 95. Edward J. Patten 96. 97. Al Ullman 98. Bernard F. Grabowski 99. John A. Blatnik 100. 101. Florence P. Dwyer 102. Thomas L. ? 103. 104. Peter W. Rodino 105. Milton W. Glenn 106. Harlan Hagen 107. James A. Byrne 108. John M. Murphy 109. Henry B. Gonzalez 110. Arnold Olson 111. Harold D Donahue 112. Kenneth J. Gray 113. James C. Healey 114. Michael A Feighan 115. Thomas R. O'Neill 116. Alphonzo Bell 117. George M. Wallhauser 118. Richard S. Schweiker 119. 120. Albert Thomas 121. 122. Graham Purcell 123. Homer Thornberry 124. 125. Leo W. O'Brien 126. Thomas E. Morgan 127. Joseph M. Montoya 128. Leonard Farbstein 129. John S. Monagan 130. Brad Morse 131. Neil Smith 132. Harry R. Sheppard 133. Don Edwards 134. James G. O'Hara 135. 136. Fred B. Rooney 137. George E. Brown Jr. 138. 139. Edward R. Roybal 140. Harris. B McDowell jr. 141. Torbert H. McDonall 142. Edward A. Garmatz 143. Richard E. Lankford 144. Richard Fulton 145. Elizabeth Kee 146. James J. Delaney 147. Frank Thompson Jr 148. 149. Lester R. Johnson 150. Charles A. Buckley4 151. Richard T. Hanna 152. James Corman 153. Paul A Fino 154. Harold M. Ryan 155. Martha W. Griffiths 156. Adam E. Konski 157. Chas W. Wilson 158. Michael J. Kewan 160. Alex Brooks 161. Clark W. Thompson 162. John D. Gringell [?] 163. Thomas P. Gill 164. Edna F. Kelly 165. Eugene J. Keogh 166 John. B. Duncan 167. Elmer J. Dolland 168. Joe Caul 169. Arnold Olsen 170. Monte B. Fascell [?] 171. [not deciphered] 172. J. Dulek 173. Joe W. [undeciphered] 174. J. J. Pickle [Numbers 175 through 214 are blank]

[bakrci]

Abaixo do read more estão algumas conexões que eu gostaria muito de desenvolver, sem preferência por gênero, a não ser quando especificado. Ele é heterossexual no caso de possíveis relações românticas.

rival da profecia: Remzi e MUSE 1 tem uma rivalidade desde a infância intensificada pela profecia de Apolo sobre o filho de Nyx, talvez porque MUSE 1 é a cópia do pai. Essa rivalidade força ambos a se superarem continuamente, com embates intensos, mas respeitosos.

parceiro de treinos: desde o princípio, Remzi buscou aprimorar suas habilidades em batalha, depois de muito apanhar quando menor. Muse 2 o ajudou a melhorar no quesito habilidades táticas e também no manejo de seus poderes. Eles podem treinar juntos e compartilhar técnicas e estratégias.

nêmesis perseguidor: MUSE 3 está certo de que a profecia de Apolo é verdadeira e por isso está disposto a tirar a vida de Remzi a todo custo, pelo bem geral. As ameaças entre eles já não seriam mais veladas e sim explícitas, ao ponto de puxarem armas quando estão na mesma sala.

aliado da caçada: Remzi aguarda ordens de Nyx para prosseguir sua busca por artefatos em templos antigos, bibliotecas, museus e grutas. Ele conta com a ajuda de MUSE 4 nessa empreitada, porque não é tão inteligente assim pra localizar os artefatos sozinho.

relação mística (preferência para filhos de deuses ligados à noite, sombras ou escuridão): MUSE 5 e Remzi estabeleceram uma estranha conexão mística por compartilharem de parentesco divino semelhante. Essa conexão especial pode dar a eles habilidades ou compreensões compartilhadas, e a extensão fica a combinar. Gosto muito do plot de compartilhamento de pensamentos! @azvolkan

aliança para proteção mútua: MUSE 6 teve um passado semelhante ao de Remzi em termos de "recepção" no Meio-Sangue. Isso fez com que estabelecessem uma aliança ou pacto de proteção mútua, para o enfrentamento de ameaças, sejam elas mundanas ou divinas.

não era amor, era trabalho (f): Remzi se envolveu com MUSE 7 porque precisava de informações sobre a localização de um objeto em específico, a mando de Nyx, que só MUSE 7 tinha (por ocupação, filiação, algo a combinar). Quando conseguiu o que queria, o filho da deusa da noite deu um perdido e nunca mais voltou a tratar MUSE 7 da mesma forma, por isso ela o considera um idiota completo. @kittybt

aliado inesperado: assim como Remzi, MUSE 8 também não está engolindo as poucas justificativas oferecidas pelo Olimpo e pela Direção do Acampamento Meio-Sangue para os recentes acontecimentos. Assim, os dois reconhecem que uma aliança para a guerra iminente seria valiosa nesse momento, com desenvolvimento de planos táticos para a tragédia que se aproxima. @kretina

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐒

MUSE 9 é empática e compreensiva, tornando-se a confidente de Remzi. Ela o ajuda a lidar com seus sentimentos e a encontrar um equilíbrio entre suas responsabilidades e desejos pessoais. Depois de algum tempo nisso, as coisas começam a se tornar nubladas para os dois, no sentido de não saberem se o que possuem é pura amizade e gratidão ou algo mais. @melisezgin

MUSE 10, tal como Remzi, tem muito apreço pela luta de um semideus, sendo uma combatente feroz. Com o tempo, os dois desenvolvem um vínculo baseado na admiração mútua. Juntos, formam uma dupla imbatível em batalhas, com química tanto no campo de guerra quanto fora dele. @ncstya

MUSE 11 tem dons de cura e uma personalidade gentil. Inicialmente desconfiada de Remzi devido à rivalidade com os filhos de Apolo, recua ao ver seu verdadeiro caráter. Ela seria um refresco a Remzi, ajudando-o a encontrar a paz interior.

MUSE 12 nunca esteve interessada em compromisso, e por saber que Remzi pensava da mesma maneira, a proximidade ocorreu de maneira natural. Com a atração, passaram a encontrar conforto um no outro nas noites escuras, mas sem pensar muito a respeito do que está acontecendo. @arktoib

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-confession hcs: mitchel-

foreword: I- y-u h—en’- —ad t-e Ro—n-e H-adc—-ns - d— —r C-ns—nt-ne, t—n I adv—e th— -ou — s—-e t-is -s - d—-ct c——nuat—n -f co—ep-s a— e—-ts t—t ha——-d (o- w—ld hap—n —y b- - b—-er phra—) i- —at s— o- —ad—no-s. In le-s wo—s, —u ma- f-nd y—rse-f - b— co——ed. -t t-is p—se, I d-n’t h—e t-at ma— p—-s so scrol—— thro—h -y pr—-le —-uldn’t -e t-o mu-h of a cho— at t-e ti— of w—-ing. -ut o—e I h-ve mor- th—gs u—er my b-lt, I’-l m—- a M—ter—st.

Warm is the word that comes to mind. Ever since he materialized in this paper colored world, he was cold. A fact that he didn’t quite register until he held your hand in his one day. Ever since then, he longed for warmth. Blankets, mittens, and jackets—they all served their purpose nicely, but that was all. They provided nothing more than an artificial way to retain the little heat his body gave. But even so, Constantine yearned for something more.

Another time, you hugged him. At its face it was nothing special, simply a gesture of gratitude for aiding you in getting out of having to do extra push-ups. The moment lasted for less than a minute, yet it’s presence lingered for long after. Through his extra layers, the blazer and waistcoat, he could feel it. Warmth, but of a different kind. It was something much more full and hearty, intense. It was you and it was overwhelming for the short duration that it happened, a burning sensation. What lingered thereafter kept the all too familiar chill at bay, and Constantine couldn’t help but feel bereft upon its disappearance. He wanted more.

Not too long after, Constantine found himself with burns from you again. But this time was different, you hadn’t even laid a finger on him. It was a discussion shared in his room. You had come to drop off a letter from Don Quixote but ended up sticking around for longer than intended. A point of interest on the walls. A single acrylic tile containing various flowers sat above his bed. At the time, his room wasn’t fully decorated nor nearly as organized as it is today, thus casting a spotlight on the lonesome, colorful square. You inquired about where it came from to which he happily explained. The flowers came from several people at several different points in time for several different reasons. The roses were from Nero as gift for helping her put together a concert, the chrysanthemums were from Miss Crane for New Year’s, the dandelions were from Paris and Asterios—so on and so forth. The conversation then turned into how the tile came to be, the trials and tribulations of creating something of this nature for the first time. He paused midway through after not hearing you respond for some time to check on you, only to have your visage set him aflame. Your expression at that point in time was unforgettable, something he’d think back to frequently. Your eyes shimmered with curiosity and attentiveness, your lips curled into a small smile—both zeroed in on him and him only. You hadn’t once spaced out during his, admittedly, long winded explanation and it showed in the way you were patiently waiting for him to continue. The burning sensation left him stunned, so much so that he almost didn’t catch you asking if he was alright. He managed to catch his breath and continued his explanation once more, his face several degrees hotter than normal.

With the raises in temperature you brought lay something else under the surface. Something that Constantine had been ignoring just fine until one innocuous look backwards in time. Constant thoughts of you, wondering when you two will hang out again and being excited at the prospect, noticing things you’d like or would need and the subsequent desire to give them to you, the warmth he feels because of you…They all pointed to a disturbing conclusion. One that made him reject his feelings down to the very circumstances of their existence.

Then he felt cold.

endnote:

[selfship-confession-box]

Achievement: i am FINALLY figured out how to draw Don E... I traced a bunch of screenshots of him in the show and stylized them in so good at it now trust!!!

-💌💻 (can I take the 💌💻 combo? :3)

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[williamy3w]

Hey! So I have family out in Chicago who can get to your tape, Henry, but they'd have to send it to me in order to get thr actual audio (they dont have anything they can use to play it) would that be alright? Or should we keeo the tape in there and find a different solution? :[

h e y bud dy. so rr y if i hop on and of f re ally qu ick , i do n ' t want to attr act to much att en ti on. i don't kn o w if i h av e a ta p e in Ch ic ag o, but that s ounds ab out right for what and w here anything left of me out th ere w ould b e. as l on g as the music m ak es it fr om the re to somewh ere ever y on e can acc e s s it, i wouldn ' t thi n k keep ing it in the place it was f ound would be that im por tant. being abl e to see everyth ing would be rad eno u gh, i don' t think it ma tt er s. make su re you have some way to pl ay it, th ough. some of my other list ene rs said be fo re that casse tte playe rs aren't as common as they we re, and i'd hate to see it get br ick ed. if you get on e and need a list of sweet ta pe s to pl ay, i'd l ove t os h are. i'd get you a physical mixt ape, but that went with the r est of the phy sica l stu ff. good lu ck. and th ank you.

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A list of season 2 cast and crew members, confirmed and speculated

I will try and keep this updated

Not counting the obvious ones

Please note that this is a list of both cast and crew members, so PAs and such are also included and not just actors

sorry in advance that 90% of my sources come from instagram

A

Aaron Morton (Camera) - he’s listed on the very last picture as the camera-man

Adam Stein (Writer)

Alan F. (English solider)

Alexandria S.

Alistair Gregory - from this tweet so uncertain, but followed me back on my bts instagram account so seems to have some interest in ofmd

Amy Tunnicliffe

Amanda M. (Wedding guest)

Andrew DeYoung (Director) - I don't remember if there was any other reason than the fact that he was in Aotearoa during filming

Andy Rydzewksi (Cinematographer)

B

Brian Badie (Hairstylist)

Bronson Pinchot ("Torturer")

Bryn Seager - I don't remember why but I follow him

Bryony Matthew (Food stylist)

C

Cora Montalban (Makeup and/or hairstylist) - I believe she was tagged in an instagram story once, and she's followed by a ton of cast and crew members

D

Daniel Fernandez (Spanish priest)

David G. (Stand in)

Dennis Bailey (Hairstylist) - Leslie revealed that he's there.

Don A. (Swampy Town folk)

E

Eliza Cossio (Writer)

Erroll Shand (Prince Ricky)

F

Fernando Frias (Director)

G

Grant Lobban

Gypsy Taylor (Costume designer)

H

Haroun Barazanchi - I'm gonna be honest, I have no memory of why I suspect this guy will be working on season 2, but I follow him hgjfdks

I-J

Jaden McLeod

Jason Samoa, possibly spotted on location

Jemaine Clement, pretty sure this is only based on his friendship with Rhys and Taika tbh

Jes Tom (Writer)

Jessica Lee Hunt (Makeup artist) - followed by a ton of crew and cast members and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories and such

John Mahone (Writer)

Jono Capel-Baker (Groom)

Jonno Roberts didn't get the role from his audition, but could still have gotten a different role - hung out with Ruibo

K

Karl L. (Action extra)

Kate Fu

Kathleen Zyka Smith ("Red Flag")

Kosuke Iijima (Fabricator/Sculptor?) - due to interaction on this post

Kris Gillan (Fabricator/Sculptor)

Kura Forrester - followed by quite a few cast and crew members, but I don't remember if there was anything else to it

L

Laura Stables (SFX makeup artist)

Leanne - followed by cast and crew

Lee Tuson

Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie) - she's spoiled this so many times, but gjfhdks

Leyla - followed by a lot of cast and crew members, don't remember if there was more to it than that

Luke V. (Stand in)

M

Ma Christina C. ("Red Flag")

Madeleine Sami (Archie)

Maddie Roche (PA) - read the tags idk lmao

Maddy Powell - this double rainbow photo is for sure from the first day of filming and nathan commented on her post

Maggie Philips (Music supervisor)

Mark Black (Henchman)

Mark Mitchinson (Hornigold)

Martin D. (Wedding guest)

Megan Vertelle (Set decorator)

Mike Berlucchi (Cinematographer)

N

Nareemun S. (Stand in)

Nat Van Halle - Has been hanging out on set with crew and cast

Natalie Torres (Writer)

Nathan Foad (Lucius)

Nathaniel Goodman - listed as camera-man

Nicola Dove (Photographer) - I'm guessing she'll be the season 2 version of Aaron Epstein

O-P

Paul Murphy (Director)

Q-R

Ra Vincent (Production designer) - He's the one in a white t-shirt and sunglasses or smth on his head

Rachel Forman - followed by a lot of cast and crew (including taika, nathan, madeleine, alex etc.) and Fernando made a post saying goodbye to Aoteroa, and she commented and he said he would miss her

Rachel House - Suspected due to her hanging out with cast and crew, but could be nothing

Richard B. ("Republic of Pirates")

Ringo R. ("Republic of Pirates")

Rory Davis - followed by cast and crew

Ruibo Qian

S

Sha M. ("Republic of Pirates")

Simone Nathan (Writer)

T

Tammy Davis - pretty sure it's just based off of this post which could be nothing

Tara Lauren (Makeup artist)

Tenesse Murfitt (Hairstylist) - followed by a ton of cast and crew members, and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories

Tino L. (Stand in)

Toa Paranihi - I honestly don't remember why this was speculated or possibly confirmed, but I follow him on instagram and so do a couple of the cast and crew members

Ty Evander

U-V

Vanessa Vandy (Cinematopgrapher) - don't remember why i suspect her, but i follow her

W

Will Giles (Set designer)

X-Z

Zach Douglas

Zackery Alexander Stephans (Writer)

Zak Enayat - he has just been very openly working on the show, and is followed by cast and crew members

Zayre Ferrer (Writer)

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Username song game

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag as many people as there are letters

Thank you for the tag @man-i-dunno!

Starting to regret such a long username now 😅

F - Fair by The Amazing Devil

O - One Night Only from Dreamgirls

R - Rats by Ghost

E - Empire Now by Hozier

V - Vincent by Don McLean

E - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police

R - Raindrops by Eurielle

C - Cabaret from Cabaret

H - Honey, Honey from Mamma Mia

A - As It Was by Harry Styles

N - NFWMB by Hozier

G - Good Omens Opening Title by David Arnold

I - Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

N - Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine

G - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

F - Fare Well by Hozier

A - Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

N - Nina Cried Power by Hozier

D - Don't Rain on My Parade from Funny Girl

O - One Vision by Queen

M - Modern Girl by Meat Loaf

S - Stick Season by Noah Kahan

A - as good a reason by Paris Paloma

O - Oh! You Pretty Things by David Bowie

3 - 30/90 from Tick, tick... BOOM!

No pressure tags: @happybean17 @anaclastic-azurite @ferretrade @tired-bshocked @forloveofcodywan @frostbitebakery @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @shortcuts-make-long-delays and anyone else who wants to join in!

[sparrow-in-the-field]

URL tag game

tagged by @don-humes-tiny-shorts !

Rules: put a song for each letter of your URL

My url is so long so umm lol

S - Sympathy is a knife by Charlie XCX

P - Pork Soda by Glass Animals

A - After Midnight by Chappell Roan

R - Run Away with Me by Carly Rae Jepsen

R - Rebirth by Caroline Rose

O - Over by CHVRCHES

W - White Whale by Everything Everything

I - I am over it by The Dandy Warhols

N - Nosedive by flor

T - These Walls by Dua Lipa

H - Half Life by Djo

E - Everything That Rises by Sufjan Stevens

F - Forbidden Doors by Tennis

I - In my room by Troye Sivan

E - Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

L - Love by Hana Vu

D - Dance Magic by Foxes

This was fun! I love any excuse to go through and share my music lol.

I'll no pressure tag @seasidesandstarscapes (or you can use your main if you prefer lol) and @dogwooddiaries !