#glo chats

[modglobug]

For TMI Tuesday, what are your pet peeves?

Oh gosh, I dunno really? I don't like it when people assume what you mean/are trying to say. And when people interrupt me or others. Like if its an impulse to add a quick thing it doesn't bother me too much, but if they take over the conversation when you are in the middle of something, i think that is rude. Common noises don't bother me, neither do people on their phone usually. uwu I guess swearing a lot in a super aggressive way toward someone counts maybe? Idk xD

[dreamcatch22]

My Top Albums of 2022

I’m dusting the cobwebs off my Facebook account to, of course, rank my favorite albums of the year. When I look back on 2022, it’s safe to say that my concert attendance is back to a pre-pandemic level of frequent activity. I attribute a part of this accomplishment to revenge travel. My most exciting, memorable event of this past year was, without a doubt, going to Electric Forest in Rothbury, Michigan. I waited two years for four days of camping, non-stop EDM, and some fun jam bands. I caught up with some old friends and made new ones along the way. 2022 reminded me that if you have a chance to see live music, just go. You will thank yourself later. 

Here are my top 10 albums of 2022:

1. Ants from Up There by Black Country, New Road 

2. A Light for Attracting Attention by The Smile 

3. Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You by Big Thief 

4. Diaspora Problems by Soul Glo 

5. Supernova by Nova Twins

6. The Loser by Gospel  

7. God’s Country by Chat Pile 

8. Once Twice Melody by Beach House 

9. Heavy Pendulum by Cave In

10. Wet Leg by Wet Leg

As always, here are my honorable mentions:

- Painless by Nilüfer Yanya 

- Song of Salvation by Dream Unending

- Renaissance by Beyoncé

- Liminal Rite by Kardashev

- SOS by SZA

- Natural Brown Prom Queen by Sudan Archives

- Pompeii by Cate Le Bon

[tomorrowhittoday]

I 20 Migliori Dischi PUNK Del 2022

I 20 Migliori Dischi PUNK Del 2022

A cura di Diego Curcio Le regole d’ingaggio sono sempre le stesse: stilare un classifica con i 20 migliori dischi punk, hardcore, powerp-pop (e declinazioni varie) usciti nel corso del 2022. Niente singoli ed ep, ma solo 33 giri, o quasi. Il tutto nella speranza di non aver dimenticato troppa gente. Anche se è inevitabile, vista la mole di uscite che ormai si susseguono ogni anno. Rileggendo…

[yung-notorious]

Hey queen!!!!! I just recently found you and I LOVE the way you write.. Do you have any fic recommendations with similar styles to yours?

heyy I’m not sure what my style is exactly to give you some recommendations!! if you could describe it more then I’d have something to go off. I have plenty to share ♡ tysm for reading my works btw!! 💕 are you looking for fun girlie vibes maybe?? I’ll come back to update this shortly with some pulls

🩷 recommendations

drugdealer boyfriend!gojo by @curseddollfaye

shopping sprees @ the mall w/ your bestie Utahime on your boyfriends dime + sweet moments with gojo

xo series by @gojotojis

you’re a college girl minding your business making money on the side as camgirl when choso approaches you asking for help.

420, we be burning series: plug!choso by @blkkizzat

you’re a sorority girl tied up in a situationship with choso who’s the campus local plug. you’re trying your hardest to keep things lowkey, but his feelings for you leads him caught time and time again in your spiderweb that’s greeklife.

wasted summer by bratmactavish on a03

college!gojo a known campus playboy thinks he’s about to run game on you, but you know how to keep it playa too and you even got a few skeletons in your closet 👀

jealous friend!sukuna by @4pfsukuna

just cus yall tight don’t mean he can talk to you any type of way, you don’t play that jealousy shit either. You told Sukuna that gojo is just a friend, so what he is so pressed for? Whatever it is y’all got going on, y’all friends are fed up and are pleading to be taking out the group chat!!

B.A.S by @4pfsukuna

you’re smoking hot and down for whatever, running between geto and gojo on the low. they’ll just have to duke it out if they can’t agree to share. oh and their smart ass mouthes? they can’t keep ‘em unless they being used for munchin

sneaky link by @jazzthatonewriterchick

“You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.”

sorcerer!gojo drabble by @emonaculate

let’s get the bill~ purrrr! lmao only gojo would think you’re tryna embarrass him out in public by offering to pay for the bill….then try to spin it 😭

peace & quiet by @jazzthatonewriterchick

you’re @ an airbnb on a work trip trying to vibe out on your company’s dime but here come gojo & geto testing your patience and sanity 🙂‍↕️

bad idea right? by @emonaculate

you and gojo ain’t shit for sneaking n’ freaking behind your roommate back but that ain’t none of her business 😂🤷🏽‍♀️ when glo said “how tf is that ya man, if he right here wit me?”

[froggy-demon]

Ford x College Age!Reader (gender neutral)

Please accept this offering Ford lovers, I plan on doing some pre portal ford writing so pleaseee send requests for pre portal ford/stan, also open to (almost) any other asks !! <3

You’re in college for either business or a STEM program, in fact it’s the summer before your senior year of your program

You had been looking for internships to take on over the summer when one of your aunts insisted upon reaching out to a friend of hers from college

“Smart man that Pines, told me he owed me a favor one time and I’m sure he has something for you to work on!”

You were not so sure about shipping out to the middle of Oregon to work for some old college buddy of your Aunt’s, but off you went anyway, it was better for your resume than nothing.

So you had been working at the Mystery Shack

Upon arriving you found that there was in fact two ‘Stan’s, there was the one who actually went by Stan as well as Ford, your Aunt’s actual former classmate.

Stan was very laid back, and he loved having an extra set of cheap hands around the shop even if it meant you were taking up the (formerly wax statue) spare room and drinking all their coffee. You grew on him pretty quickly and you had a very friendly and sarcastic sort of dynamic, it was easy to joke around with him and the two of you were absolutely encourageable

Ford was not so quick to warm up to you it seemed. He was certainly the more serious of the two and always had some experiment to work on or thing to engineer, meaning you also just didn’t spend as much time with him off the bat.

“It’s too easy to get hurt. I can’t exactly send you back home with a broken arm, or worse, I fear your Aunt will trek all the way up here just to wack me on the head!”

That said he did sometimes let you come down to the lab, especially if you played it off by bringing a coffee for him and offered to organize or clean something up (Ford had no motivation in cleaning his horribly chaotic labs, but he did very much enjoy a clean lab when it was possible) and you found yourself sitting at the cash register upstairs just trying to think of excuses to go downstairs more than you’d like to admit.

One afternoon at the shack you were stocking inventory onto the floor while Ford uncharacteristically had been chatting with Stan for quite a while in the gift shop. you’d been stealing glances their way, but Ford’s back was to you anyway, his six fingered hands clasped behind his back as they often were. After the third of fourth time Stan caught you he winked at you, “like what you see?” He teased. Your ears burned when Ford turned to follow where his twin was looking, you turned back to the merchandise in front of you replying sarcastically “yeah these Bigfoot snow globes are pretty cool.” Earning a laugh from Stan and from the corner of your eye you could see Ford smiling at you curiously before going back to their conversation.

Eventually Ford had gone back downstairs and two tour groups later you were still thinking about the way he had look at you. It was ridiculous though, he was supposed to be your mentor this summer and you’d been brought up to date on all the freaky goings ons of last summer when he walked out of a different dimension, not to mention he had a few decades on you. He wasn’t the first older man to have caught your eye, but he was the first you fell so hard for. Given this, while you pretended to read all you could think about was what excuse to give Stan. The sound of the “employees only” entrance into the house caught your attention, you were ready to ask for a coffee break and of course you would be polite and bring one to Ford who always appreciated more coffee. Stan didn’t even give you the chance, “I don’t wanna hear it, you are actually going to work the job you have here today.” He chided, inspecting your stock job. “I have rights you know, you still need to give me breaks, I’ve yet to have one today.” You’d defend. “This is not how you get a glowing letter of recommendation.” He grumbled checking shelves for dust that wasn’t there. “Isn’t Ford supposed to write that?” You quirked an eyebrow at his assessment of the store, he is not normally so picky. “Fucking- Fine I guess so, is that why you want to go kiss his ass right now?” The older man asked walking back over to you at the cash register, evidently satisfied with the store. His arms were crossed over his chest, now he was assessing you, clearly he could tell you were working an angle, but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You took the excuse, hopping out of your seat. “Yup! Thank you Stan!” You said walking past him. “For what?” He asked. “For the rest of the day off!” And you disappeared through the door he had just come through before he could argue. Quickly you went to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee and before long had poured two cups just the way you each liked them. You quietly walked down the staircase carefully not to disturb the scientist prematurely, a knot building in your stomach, some mix of anxiety and excitement. Ford always mumbled to himself while working, something you honestly found kinda charming, but it also made it easy to know which room he was in if you just listened for his low voice. “Dr. Ford?” You called out as you approached the open door. You had called him ‘Dr. Ford’ the first time you met him and he had lit up at the title ‘Dr. Ford, I like that’ he had said with a smile, it always pulled a small smile to his lips to hear you call him like that.

Three doctorates and only one person he knows uses his proper title! He certainly wasn’t going to stop you, especially when you always said it so sweetly, it almost sounded like a compliment the way you said it and it definitely boosted his ego like one. He liked that about you, you may have seemed friendlier with Stan, but never sweet like you are with him. “Come in, come in” he called, glancing quickly towards you before continuing writing. “I was making myself fresh coffee and thought you might like one as well?” You offered holding one mug out to him. He placed his pen on his page closing the journal to take the mug from you as you walked in. Taking a sip his smile widened, “two sugars, perfect, thank you.” He said. Your coffee always tasted better than his, sometimes he’s even put off getting himself a fresh one in hope you would offer instead.

He watched you walk over to the seat on the opposite side of the table and sit down with your own mug, his eyes clung to the curve of your silhouette for longer than they should. Internally he chastised himself for even wanting to look at you that way, some your age—it wasn’t appropriate, but the guilt still never stopped him. “Is there anything else I can help with?” You asked, looking around the room. Ford forced him mind to push out the thought of something you could help him with. “Well,” he paused to clear his throat, “I’m not sure if there is much to be done today. Just boring data entry.” Your mouth formed a small frown at his words, still not looking back at him as you anxious tapped your mug. “What about your glassware, I’d be happy to clean and sanitize them, I know it can be a pain.” You offered, acutely aware that you didn’t actually see any dirty lab equipment, maybe he was hiding it all in one room like a kid after being told to clean up. Ford had already done that though, he seemed easily distracted today so his focus had been on tasks that didn’t necessarily require full mental effort like cleaning the glassware and simple data entry. His eyes dwelled on your mouth when you bit your lip at this news, all your usual tasks had been done already, “Well, is it okay if I just read down here then? I like the quiet.” You asked softly trying to ignore the light blush you could feel dusting your face. He nodded, unsure of why you wanted to, but happy to accommodate, especially if it meant his got to observe you more.

After that Ford found himself watching you more often whenever you were around, even going out of his way to go up to the gift shop when you knew he was there to hang around or talk to Stan. He also liked when you’d ask for his help: “Dr. Ford? Could you reach that box?” “Dr. Ford, can you help me move the display?” He loved feeling needed by you.

His thoughts about you were loudest at night though, when the store was closed and you’d just be hanging around the shack in your pjs. He would try to work late, especially once Stan caught him looking at you as your reached for the top of a cabinet on your tiptoes, the hem of your shirt and shorts each riding up exposing even more skin. Stan had walked in and promptly clocked his brother, silently hitting him on the back of the head, ‘Need me to reach that for ya?’

Yeah he didn’t trust himself to be subtle enough around you in that state, even if he craved it.

You on the other hand were worried you’d done something wrong seeing his withdrawal. Still, he never turned away your coffee, he’d get this soft tired look in his eyes every time you handed it to him, you knew this was a weak point for him. One you didn’t mind exploiting.

You and Stan have just finished a watch of one of those cheesy and overly generic horror movies that played nonstop on channel 13, he was off to bed for the night, but you hadn’t seen Ford come up since before dinner. The man kept odd sleeping hours, but you brewed a decaf pot just to be safe. The summer heat and barely working ac unit of the mystery shack meant you were only ever able to wear your little sleep shorts and a tank top or maybe an oversized tshirt overnight and this was no exception. Totallyyyy no other reason…

You crept down the staircase with his coffee in hand, thinking of your excuse, readying a reason to stick around. “Dr. Ford? It’s pretty late you know, you should be getting to bed soon.” You called out, keeping your voice light. When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw he was in the main room sitting at the first table with one hand propping up his chin as tired eyes examined the journal he was writing in. “You’re one to talk.” He retorted with a weary smile before looking up towards you. Ford could feel his face warm at the sight of you, what a sight you were, your pjs hugged the shape of you revealing the tops of your thighs, the curve of your hips, even a section of your waist exposed. His eyes raked over you slowly as you approached him, you were very pleased to have caught his attention. “I couldn’t sleep,” you said, holding out his mug, leaning one hip against the table next to where his hands rested. Ford hesitated before taking the mug. “It’s decaf, coffee is not a replacement for sleep.” You said and he finally took it. His eyes were fighting to focus on yours, your hands overlapping on the mug as you transferred it. You could feel the callouses that had formed on his hands over time rake across your softer skin and it nearly sent a shiver down your spine as the little voice in the back of your head begged to know what they would feel like against more of your skin. “I know.” Was all he said flatly, closing his journal and eliciting a frown out of you. He pushed his glasses up, pinching his eyes closed as he rubbed them from a mix of tiredness and trying to focus his guilty mind. “Dr. Ford?” You asked, adding to the knot forming in his gut. “Do I bother you?” You asked, pulling yourself onto the table so that your legs dangled over the side, trying to read him. Truly it was impossible for you to tell if he had decided you were the most annoying person in town or if he possibly returned the interest you held in him. Ford leaned back in his seat, looking back at you, feeling ashamed that he wanted to do nothing more than to spread your soft thighs in front of him and show you just how highly he thought of you, ‘does this feel like you bother me?’ He’d coo, but he couldn’t. “Why do you ask?” He managed to say, his voice coming out lower than usual. You’re soft lips pressed together as you searched for the right words, “Stan said I’d been bugging you too much and you just seemed withdrawn when I tried to help down here, I’m sorry.” Your voice was soft and your thumb was subconsciously busy digging into your other nail beds one at a time, a nervous tick. Ford parted his lips, pausing, choosing his words very carefully, “Of course not, in fact I’ve been very grateful to have you here, it’s just-“ his eyes were transfixed on your hands, resting in your lap, he placed his larger hand on top, stilling your anxious movement. “-I’ve been having a hard time concentrating on my work when you’re around.” His choice of words made your heart pound in your chest. “I’m not used to be observed.” He added, deflating you once more. You had no idea what to do with him, all you could think about was that his skin was touching yours, fixating on the way his thumb was gently rubbing your hand. At one point you knew you would have to just say it because this second he was driving you absolutely crazy. He so rarely touched you and here, so alone, so late, so exposed, you desperately needed a conclusion.

“Ford?” You started, the sound rang in his ears. He was always ‘Dr. Ford’ to you, always, as much as he loved hearing you use his title the lack of it here was even more arousing. You felt your face burning as you built up the courage to continue, “I’d like it if you kissed me.” You wanted to say something more, but it all was caught in your throat. His thumb stopped, neither of you said a word as you sat perfectly still, you wanted to run up the stairs and never look at him again and probably die of embarrassment at some point along the way from the silence. Finally, he moved his hand off of yours, you closed your eyes unwilling to take in the sight of him, even when you felt him cup your cheek and gently turn your face towards him. “You shouldn’t want to.” Was all he said, but when you raised your eyes to look at him his face was so soft, you leaned into his touch, placing a hand on the arm reached out to you. A small “Please” was the only encouragement he needed before he buckled, shoving aside what he think should be and focusing on what he desperately wanted, he slid his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. His guilt and worry washed away, this was perfect you were perfect. Finally, what you had been daydreaming of for weeks happened, your fingers quickly found themselves in his hair and his free hand moved to your thigh, squeezing the soft exposed skin. You reveled in the taste of him, coffee mixing with the scent of leather filled your senses as you leaned further into him. His hand on your thigh began to explore you, squeezing your hips, tracing around your waist, threatening the hem of your shirt, you encouraged him by parting your lips gently and allowing him to deepen the kiss. Ford was eager to, eliciting a small groan to escape you and only turning him on more, such a sweet sound, he wanted more of them. His grip on you tightened bringing more sweet moans to his ears yet just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. He pulled away resting his forehead on yours letting you both process and catch your breath. Ford wanted to do everything he’d been envisioning of the last few weeks, but he also didn’t want to rush things with you, it wasn’t just lust for him. He had grown incredibly attached to you, the way you smiled and laughed and were sweet to him and smart, he wanted more of all of you. He moved both of his hands down to your waist, tracing tiny circles there with his thumbs keeping you captivated, afraid to break the tension. “That was a good idea.” He practically panted, rolling his head down to your neck where he planted gentle, barely there, kisses up towards your jaw. On one hand he wanted to taste more of you, but on the other he was embarrassed for you to see the desperation for you that he couldn’t keep off of his face. “We should both get some rest.” He asserted against your skin. You melted at his touch and you didn’t want to leave this moment, but you couldn’t produce a whole sentence fast enough. “Before you get to working tomorrow,” he planted one more kiss on your cheek, “come back down here okay?” You breathily agreed, Ford hummed and released you, his eyes tracing over you again, using all the composure he had left to restrain himself in front of you as you hopped down and left for your room for the night. Admittedly you both had a very difficult time falling asleep.

The first few days after that you didn’t say much on the matter. You had done as asked and found him back in the lab looking better rested than normal the next day, fully dressed, he was less confident, but you were eager for his touch and his lips on your skin again. It repeated like that for the next couple nights, until you worked up the courage to ask him, while sitting on his lap and acutely aware of a hickey forming just below the collar of your tshirt, “Ford,” you caught his attention seeing his eyes flick their focus back to your face, “I absolutely enjoy this, but-“ crimson washed over your features, unsure the right way to proceed. You didn’t want to scare him off, nor for your late nights to end, but you also had to tell him your feelings for him. “I like you as more than this I-“ Ford you kept one arm around your back to keep you steady as he moved the other to take one of your hands, bringing in front of his lips. “I’d like more than this.” He finished for you, kissing your knuckles gently, he fumbled for his words a moment before stopping and taking a deep breath, “I treasure you far too much to not want more.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the roof after that, talking mostly, kissing some, Ford had a wonderfully awful trait of wandering hands while he spoke. Whenever he was listening to you though his mind was too occupied to wander so much, instead he busied himself by playing with your hair or holding your face. Whenever you’d point out his handsiness he’d become flustered and turn pink, even under the moonlight you could tell that he was flushed as he stuttered out an explanation.

While you didn’t immediately say anything to Stan, he caught on fairly quickly that something had shifted with the two of you, especially since he had picked up on Ford’s attraction in the past. ‘How the hell did that happen?’ Stan asked on a particularly slow day when it was just the two of you in the gift shop, you didn’t need to hear his train of thought to know what he meant. ‘You don’t seriously think I liked brewing that much coffee just for fun do you?’ Which was enough for him seeing how much his brother had been smiling and even sleeping more regularly. (Something was tiring him out for once)

Master List

[heartfullofleeches]

Chat rules!: Tobi is a normal human!

*Chat sees a new name*: welcome @x! Tobi is a normal human! (x20)

X: whos Tobi?

Chat: Tobi is the camera-man. We say only good things about Tobi! (x 5)

x: but why are their eyes glo— :):):):):):):)

Chat: o7 / we lost another one, boys / L / sadge / warned them!

Since they're mostly non-verbal - Tobi uses the chat to get their messages to reader out-

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Reader: Hey, Tobi - how's the chat lookin?

Chat: Tobi, I'm sorry that winky face was just for greeting please I have a wife and kids. The two of you work so hard everyday, you should use our donations to pick up snacks and go somewhere you can truly be alone to watch the sunset together :) :)

Reader: I am kinda hungry...

Chat: stop being a creep Tobi You should kiss them too. With tongues.:):):):):):):):)

[randomjreader]

They need to stop THEY NEED TO STOP BEING CUTE

Edit (creds to @indi-glo, thank you so much):

caption plain text: They need to stop They need to stop being so cute end plain text.

ID: An Insta post from the official @ heartstoppertv account showing Nick and Charlie's text history from the semi-visible conversation in episode 7. It reads:

Charlie: so who is actually gonna be at this cinema thing?

Nick: Some of the rugby lads! Sai, Otis, and Christian and a few of my other mates I think

Sai organized it, he said Harry and Ben aren't coming

Charlie: okay thank god haha

the rugby lads are mostly nice

Nick: The bisexual world and the rugby world

Charlie: hahahaha

Nick: You're my favourite tho

Charlie: you like me more than rugby? wow

Nick: I mean... maybe a little bit

Charlie: only a little bit!!!!!!

Nick: Okay maybe a lot

Charlie: [three red heart emojis]

Nick: [seven red heart emojis]

The Instagram caption says "Nick and Charlie's chat history [smiling crying emoji]." end ID.

[modglobug]

Top 5 Favorite songs?

Gosh, it kinda depends. I get into a random song for a couple weeks-months. But I guess my all time favs are:

-Sober Up by AJR

- Natural by Imagine Dragons

-Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

-Chasing Ghosts by The Eden Project

-3 o'clock Things by AJR

This kinda changes over time, but my fav bands are AJR and Imagine Dragons xD

Tbh Ive currently been listening to Enemy by Imagine Dragons on loop the last two weeks!

[thiswasinevitableid]

Kepler Kreeps (Indruck)

The winner of the "sweet more than scary" prompt poll was: You and I are both haunted house actors and tonight is a slow night

Duck’s tent is covered in blood. 

Fake blood, but still. If he ever needed an excuse to buy one he hasn’t had since 1998, this is his chance. 

His room is one of the darkest, with only a tipped over lantern in the corner and glo-strips to help people safely find their way through. Squinting at his watch, he sees there’s still two hours to go before they close.

“Shoulda brought a card game or something.” He whispers.

No response from the darkness across from him. 

“‘Drid? Hey, mothman, don’t conk out on me now!”

There’s a sharp trill and then two, red eyes glow in the corner, “Oh dear, I was trying so hard not to fall asleep. If it’s any consolation, we will not be seeing another group for at least fifteen minutes. Not to mention the screams from Minerva’s scene would have woken me up.”

“True.” They’ve been using the alarm from his friend’s alien abduction sequence as their cue to get in position. After all, they want Kepler’s one and only haunted house to be worth the ticket.

Duck had worked with Kepler Kreeps a few times, usually when they were short volunteers and needed an extra zombie or ghost. The profits always went to the youth center, and Duck liked the chance to goof off a bit. So when he got back from Brazil in need of ways to get back into the swing of things in Kepler, volunteering for this year’s haunted house was a no-brainer. 

He’d been surprised to find Indrid seated in the folding chairs along with him on the first night of planning; last he’d heard the Sylph had gone home, leaving Leo to take up the Winnebago in his place. 

“I tried it for a while. But I was not speaking hyperbolically when I told you I was fond of earth. I missed it terribly and Sylvain…she has another, younger seer. So when the gate re-opened I decided to move back.”

This was how Duck also learned Indrid had been living in the apartment beneath him for three months. He’d taken Leo’s spot on the lease. Given that Duck had never seen him coming or going, he’s mostly just glad the mothman is getting out of the house. 

The group settled on “Haunted Monongahela” for the theme, with each room being a different scene of horror or carnage unfolding in the national forest. As people were chatting amongst themselves about what rooms they could do, Indrid had flapped his hands, grabbed Duck’s arm, and said “I have the perfect idea.”

So now here they are, in the second weekend of the house’s run, waiting for some kids to scare. The first weekend is always busy as the haunted house die-hards and people ready for the spooky season to start flock to the gates. His guess is it won’t get really crowded again until a week or two before Halloween. 

Screams from the front of the house. Now that Sylphs are an open secret, a few are more comfortable being seen in their monstrous forms. In this case, it’s Barclay’s second cousin, Franklin, who after a bout of being feral in Texarkana moved up to Kepler to work as a bartender. Franklin starts the house off in style by chasing guests up a corridor, teeth and claws bared. 

Soon enough, there are horrified shouts from the room closest to them, courtesy of Minerva slicing open the chest of a dummy and sending fake blood everywhere. Duck slips back into the tent and readies himself.

Once the cluster of teenagers is over the threshold, he shakes the frame and scratches at the canvas, screaming like he’s being torn apart. This scares the group away from his side of the room and keeps them from noticing the massive, feathery shape rising up behind them.

All Indrid has to do is open his wings and shriek to send them running to the next room. 

When no more groups come through, Indrid perches on the block he’s using to get further above everyone’s heads and drums on it with his claws as they wait for more victims. 

“You doin’ anything fun for Halloween?” Duck crawls out and sits up in front of the tent entrance, stretching out his back. 

“Most likely joining Barclay and the others at the Lodge for a double-feature. Ooh, unless-”

“Unless?”

“Unless we get many trick or treaters at the complex?” Duck can just make out the lines of his antenna twitching. 

“Decent number, since we got plenty of kids in the apartments and in the neighborhood. Crap, that reminds me, I gotta get the place decorated so they know to come up the stairs and knock.”

“Do you prefer classic decorations or more of a theme?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Usually just do lights and maybe a skeleton or two. I do got this one idea I think would be fun, but it’d take up more space, maybe even get in your way.”

“Duck, you saw where I was living, do I strike you as needing everything neat and tidy?”

“Guess not. It’s kind of a cheesy idea though…”

“I insist you tell me. Please?” The disappearance and reappearance of glowing eyes suggests Indrid is trying to bat his eyelashes at him.

“Okay, okay. I was thinking I could decorate like it’s a haunted tropical island. Put aloha shirts on the skeletons, see if anyone makes a skeletal parrot-”

“Put out some Jimmy Boo-fet records perhaps?”

Duck laughs, “Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful? Would you like some help? We could even decorate both apartments in the same vein for a stronger impact. “

“Hell yeah. You wanna stop by my place after work on Monday? I was gonna run out and get stuff then.”

A flash of teeth in the darkness, “It’s a date.”

—------------------------------------------------------

Duck tosses a few more leis into the shopping cart. He’s debating whether to get a spinning projector that casts ghosts over the walls when Indrid appears, hands behind his back. 

“I have the perfect costume for you.”

Duck leans on the cart, “I swear, if those are bear ears-”

Indrid gasps, mock affronted, “How could you suggest I would sink so low as a Smokey the Bear joke?”

“Smarter than the a-ver-age bear.” Duck swipes the ears from Indrids hand and places them atop silver hair, “besides, you wear ‘em better.”

His friend smiles as he removes the headband, “That’s high praise. Unrelatedly, if we go by the thrift store we will find some shirts that are perfect for the skeletons.”

Indrid’s foresight is spot on, and they also score a “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” hat and some unopened skull lights. He’s having such a nice time that he doesn’t think twice about asking if Indrid would like to grab dinner, though he slightly regrets his offer of a ride when his friend discovers the Jimmy Buffet C.Ds in his car.

“You truly contain multitudes, Duck Newton.”

“I had a case of the Mondays!”

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“This really was a way better idea than me just playing dead.” Duck says as he and Indrid get into their haunted house positions. The doors open in fifteen minutes, and the presence of an actual line suggests a busy night.

Duck adds, “But I’ll have you know I was always real good at playing dead. Played so many dead guys in emergency trainings.”

Indrid makes an amused face.

“I’m serious. Watch.” Duck lays down on his back, closes his eyes, and goes limp. 

After a moment, Indrid says, “That is rather convincing.”

Duck says nothing. 

“That is also very convincing.”

The lights go out, signaling that it’s time to get in final positions. 

“Oh dear” Indrid sighs, “visitors are soon to be upon us and my fellow scare actor is deceased. Whatever shall I do.”

Duck manages not to laugh as Indrid crosses the floor. 

A tongue mlems onto his cheek and he slaps a hand across his mouth, giggling as he opens his eyes. Indrid is bent over him, grinning.

“Dang, you figured out my trick.”

“Indeed I did.” Indrid flicks him on the nose once with his tongue, then sneaks soundlessly back into his spot.

 Duck’s just glad it’s dark; he’s not ready for the mothman to see him blushing. 

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“I expected the Friday before Halloween to be much busier.” Indrid sits on the floor across from Duck as the haunted house stays quiet around them (except for the atmospheric music from Kirby’s room).

“They got that Zombie fun-run over in Huntington. Think a bunch of folks from town went there since it’s a one-night thing.”

Indrid shudders, “I cannot say I’d enjoy such an event. Zombies are…they feel too close to what happened with the Quell at times.”

“I get that.” Duck scoots forward an inch, “I always get freaked out by vampire movies. Something about the biting, all the teeth going into necks, ech” he shivers, “no thanks.”

“Perhaps we should be grateful Reconciliation never sent a vampiric abomination through. Not that I can remember anyway.”

Duck’s hand bumps Indrid’s in the darkness, “Ain’t sure I ever been more scared than when I saw them tryin’ to make a mimic that looked like Jane. Figured it out quick and then I was just pissed but…but there was a second before all that when I thought they’d taken her too. That even though she was far away from this whole mess, I hadn’t been able to protect her, y’know?”

Indrid nods, “I am sorry you had to see such a thing.”

“‘Drid? Can I ask you something weird?”

Another nod and a chirp of assent. 

“What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?”

A rustle of wings, then the lilting voice replies, “When I was young. Before I learned how to manage my abilities. If you can see the future and you are not careful, you can look too far ahead, see the end of everything. When you are a little mothling, huddled in the dark after bedtime, there is nothing more terrifying than to let your mind wander where it need not and see the day when the planet goes dark.”

“Oh fuck, ‘Drid, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” Duck takes his hand, feels cool chitin as the other three join it, clinging to him. 

“I learned quickly to be careful. But there will still times, times like when I was driving back to Kepler to warn you all your plan would not work, where I could not stop seeing the end.”

“What did you do?” His heart cracks at the thought of Indrid hurtling down some empty highway with no relief from the image of the sky ripping away. 

“I looked to better futures. To the ones where you succeeded. To the little moments that came after, even as the chances of them faded. I took comfort where I could” he lets out a weak laugh, “though I never foresaw such a comforting moment coming to me in a haunted house.”

“Me neither.” Duck thinks on the last weeks, on hushed conversations waiting for guests to come through. He’s about to say he’s glad the haunted house has let them spend more time together, but then he remembers the evenings decorating the apartments together, remembers Indrid appearing at the park to draw, remembers calling through the floor to ask if the mothman would like to come up and share the pizza he got for dinner. 

“Got another weird question for you.”

Indrid’s hands tense. There’s a chirp Duck’s never heard before, unsure and hopeful.

“I know we both got plans late Halloween night to go to the Lodge. But, uh, before then…maybe we could hand out candy together. Since we made the outside of the apartments look so damn good together, seems silly to make trick or treaters climb the stairs.”

“The answer is yes. To both.”

Duck smiles, “I ain’t asked the second thing yet, sugar.”

“The answer remains the same.”

Duck raises onto his knees and kisses Indrid once, gently, and has the unique pleasure of a seven foot tall cryptid turning to butter in his arms. 

Indridr nuzzles his forehead, “Is this the part where I am to say something clever about you being my treat?”

Duck snickers and kisses him again, “Nah. Just warn me if we need to stop kissing and scare folks instead.”

Indrid purrs and cuddles him into his lap, “Consider it done.”

[midwest-dex]

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Favorite YT channels?

🇧🇷 Arquivo Mortal Kombat (channel dedicated to everything related to the Mortal Kombat franchise, with random livestreams on a weekly basis);

Party Crashers (this almost feels like cheating, 'cause this channel consists of five different youtubers, lol);

Amaury Guichon (a.k.a.: The Chocolate Guy. Pretty self-explainatory);

Flowers & Ambience (relaxing media-themed playlists);

🇧🇷 Crash Bandicoot Brasil (a brazilian channel about Crash Bandicoot that has recently returned from a 3-year hiatus!);

Lythero (shitpost-flavored gameplays with stellar animated skits and guests!);

Planet Clue (previously known as KKClue. A channel about kidcore stuff, like niche games and toys);

Cooking With Fred (solid Binging With Babish replacement. Does shorts where he replicates meals from cartoons and anime);

🇧🇷 Vila do Chaves (collection of several videos with trivia about El Chavo del Ocho and other creations of Chespirito);

Friendly Space Ninja (pop culture-loving and aspiring artist who blabs about whatever's hot on the telly. Love to listen to him complaining about bad shows);

Momopurin (artist who draws cutesy stuff, including Magical Girls);

PricklyAlpaca (artist who does highly detailed designs and DIYs based on specific prompts);

NintendoComplete (despite the name, it showcases more than just Nintendo games. It has longplays and remixes of various video game tunes);

Kerchie (toy collector and designer, but a majority of her content is toy collecting/showcasing, mostly Polly Pocket toys, both old and new);

Lavi Alraune (vtuber, self-entitled Mandrake Maiden, who plays video games and heavily interacts with her viewers via chat);

Hanako's Kitchen (japanese housewife showing what kinds of meals she prepares for her family on a weekly basis);

Mani Land (korean kidcore channel that showcases toy reviews and resin DIYs);

Dreamy Dice (a beautiful collection of D&D dice sets done in resin);

🇧🇷 Tio Gordo (shitpost-y gameplays and lives, huge Crash Bandicoot fan);

Ara's Today (kawaii stationary vlogs and ASMR vids! 'Nuff said!);

CHARIBO ART (artist who does ASMR vids of their drawings, from line art to coloring);

GTV Japan (mini-doc videos about video games and other obscure japanese media in the style of a TV show!);

🇧���� Kraven the Raven (an alcoholic raven who talks about criminals, cultists, lowcows/horrorcows and other internet oddities, traumatizing himself in the process for the sake of entertainment. Oh, and he's also a lawyer);

Wholesome Games (collection of teasers and trailers of cute and cozy indie games);

MOTHER Forever (niche channel about the MOTHER/EarthBound series, plus occasional showcases of MOTHER-like indies);

Nananaji glo. (showcase of many gadgets, old and new, with an aesthetic feel);

Toasty Tok (cozy and cute TikTok compilations about mundane stuff);

🇧🇷 Nostal_Gi (channel about Lost Media and other nostalgic stuff);

Syam (heavily Obey Me-centric channel showcasing almost every Pop Quiz Event and Devilgram Story from both OG and Nightbringer apps);

GameBoy Mart (youtuber who does GameBoy console customs, with occasional giveaways);

Garfield Archive (channel dedicated to the archiving of classic Garfield stuff, with FULL EPISODES of Garfield & Friends and almost every Garfield Special!);

MILFGOD (drawing timelapses of cute older women, accompanied with soft-spoken personal stories);

GinjaNinjaOwO (art channel from the creator of PRISM);

Japanese Stuff Channel (channel about tasty treats and gachapon from Japan);

World of Longplays (a YouTube essential with buttloads of longplays of video games from almost every console, and it's still growing...!)

🇧🇷 Nunca Te Pedi Nada (channel about a little bit of everything, from vlogs to educational left-aligned things);

Miura Ayme (vtuber, cosplayer, band vocalist and seiyuu of Obey Me's Asmodeus);

Razor & Zenon (russian channel that does gameplays and walkthroughs of Sonic The Hedgehog hacks/ROMs);

🇧🇷 Raquel Nery (the life shares of a young autistic woman studying to become a medic. Very charismatic and cute!).

[defjux]

100 of my favorite non hip hop releases from 2022. I made a seperate list for hip hop already which you can find here if you’re interested. 2022 will go down as a memorable year for me not just for the sheer quantity of great releases, but also because i feel that all my of my favorite genres had a chance to shine. I started returning to my hardcore/punk/metal roots within the last couple years and 2022 was the first time in recent memory where I really felt like I was fully tapped in. There were so many highly anticipated releases from a ton of different artists last year, and the majority lived up to the hype for me. Grindcore, Mathcore, and Post-Hardcore seems to have been making a huge comeback with some incredible new efforts from modern genre staples like Wormrot, Callous Daoboys, Brutus, Greyhaven, Birds in row, Knoll, and Cloud Rat. Not to mention the much welcome return of some legendary acts including Gospel, Sawtooth Grin, and City of Caterpillar. I’m sure there’s plenty of stuff I missed out on too, so feel free to hit me with any recommendations you might have or just let me know what projects you enjoyed the most last year. Oh and you can also click the titles of any of these albums and it’ll take you to the bandcamp or spotify page where you can check them out if you’d like. Peace. Chart with album titles 1. Wormrot - Hiss 2. Alvvays - Blue Rev 3. Brutus - Unison Life 4. Cloud Rat - Threshold 5. Weyes Blood - And In The Darkness, Hearts Aglow 6. Gospel - The Loser 7. Natalia Lafourcade - De todas las flores 8. Massa Nera - Derramar | Querer | Borrar 9. Messa - Close 10. Soul Glo - Diaspora Problems 11. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum 12. Cult of Luna - The Long Road North 13. tricot - Fudeki 14. White Ward - False Light 15. The Callous Daoboys - Celebrity Therapist 16. The Sawtooth Grin - Good. 17. Ultha - All That Has Never Been True 18. Joel Ross - The Parable Of The Poet 19. Autonoesis - Moon of Foul Magics 20. Knoll - Metempiric 21. Joyce Moreno - Natureza 22. Birds in Row - Gris Klein 23. Artificial Brain - Artificial Brain 24. Wake - Thought Form Descent 25. Tómarúm - Ash In Realms Of Stone Icons 26. Greyhaven - This Bright and Beautiful World 27. Sudan Archives - Natural Brown Prom Queen 28. Nilüfer Yanya - PAINLESS 29. Mary Halvorson - Amaryllis 30. Celeste - Assassine(s) 31. Naked Flames - Miracle in Transit 32. Elephant Gym - Dreams 33. Cave In - Heavy Pendulum 34. Silvana Estrada - Marchita 35. Tomas Fujiwara's Triple Double - March 36. Imperial Triumphant - Spirit Of Ecstasy 37. Blind Girls - The Weight of Everything 38. Chat Pile - God's Country 39. fleshwater - We're Not Here to Be Loved 40. Fievel Is Glauque - Flaming Swords

41. Melody's Echo Chamber - Emotional Eternal 42. NEPTUNIAN MAXIMALISM - Set Chaos To The Heart Of The Moon 43. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava 44. An Abstract Illusion - Woe 45. Sigh - SHIKI 46. City of Caterpillar - Mystic Sisters 47. Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You 48. Conjurer - Páthos 49. Kali Malone - Living Torch 50. Krallice - Crystalline Exhaustion 51. Aeviterne - The Ailing Facade 52. Scarcity - Aveilut 53. The Comet Is Coming - Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam 54. Makaya McCraven - In These Times 55. Misþyrming - Með hamri 56. Loraine James - Building Something Beautiful For Me 57. Knxwledge. - 家​.​V1 58. Hylda - Juniper Pyre 59. Gillian Carter - Salvation Through Misery 60. Beach House - Once Twice Melody 61. Angles - A Muted Reality 62. Hatchie - Giving The World Away 63. Daniel Rossen - You Belong There 64. Pyrithe - Monuments to Impermanence 65. Otoboke beaver - SUPER CHAMPON 66. The Orielles - Tableau 67. Sunrise Patriot Motion - Black Fellflower Stream 68. Blut aus Nord - Disharmonium - Undreamable Abysses 69. Helpless - Caged In Gold 70. Immanuel Wilkins - The 7th Hand 71. Mizmor & Thou - Myopia 72. The Wind in the Trees - Architects of Light 73. Daniel Avery - Ultra Truth 74. Rolo Tomassi - Where Myth Becomes Memory 75. Show Me The Body - Trouble The Water 76. Sault - 11 77. Bríi - Corpos Transparentes 78. Sweet Pill - Where the Heart Is 79. Vein.FM - This World is Going to Ruin You 80. Ravyn Lenae - Hypnos 81. Disheveled Cuss - Into the Couch 82. Aoife Nessa Frances - Protector 83. Niechęć - Unsubscribe 84. Elder - Innate Passage 85. Raum - Daughter 86. Viagra Boys - Cave World 87. Chalk Hands - Don't Think About Death 88. Boris - fade 89. Nouns - WHILE OF UNSOUND MIND 90. ANNA SAGE - Anna Sage 91. Nu Genea - Bar Mediterraneo 92. JYOCHO - Let's Promise to Be Happy 93. Black Country, New Road - Ants From Up There 94. Waajeed - Memoirs of Hi-Tech Jazz 95. Petrol Girls - Baby 96. DIM - Steeped Sky, Stained Light 97. lilien rosarian - every flower in my garden 98. Work Money Death - Thought, Action, Reaction, Interaction 99. A.A. Williams - As The Moon Rests 100. Vital Spirit - Still as the Night, Cold as the Wind

[snappydragonsclaw]

The sun glistens through the trees of woodburrow as the sun ascends. The trees bristle in the breeze as the scene fades into the training room where Spyro,snap shot, Tessa, Food Fight, and Cynder sit. food fight still holds scars from the previous battle that night.” we can’t just let Wolfgang’s plan go into fruition we have to stop him which means learning to control these forms.” snap shot states. “Aggred. It seemed like food fight had more control over himself last night. Maybe the time you turn you will too.” Tessa adds. food fight fiddles nervously in his seat. He craves fresh air food fight has always been an outside spirit and it is in his very nature as a life elemental to be fond of the outdoors.” uh, Tessa I know this is a rather nutty question but can I get some fresh air? Being cooped up in here has my leaves going in a frenzy. He asked. His voice was laced with discomfort.” alright food fight. Just be mindful and keep an eye out for chop chop.” Tessa dismissed Food Fight who leaped out the window and onto a nearby tree. Food Fight sniffs the air to his nostrils being treated to the scent of autumn-baked leaves.” ah, that’s it…”food fight whispers to himself as his leaves shift up absorbing the sun’s light. Food fight climes the trees and watches people pass by from above.  He then hears his stomach growl and even though Tessa said to keep his attention low he sniffs the air smelling the aroma of apple pie and other sweets. He leaps from another tree to see the marketplace. Foxes and other creatures gathered around chatting away and shopping. Food Fight drools slightly smelling the sweet smell of apple pie.” a slice wouldn’t kill anyone right?” Food Fight thought quietly to himself. Like a cat food fight creeps down from a branch and lands on the ground not making a sound, he strolls through the crowd and locates the pie stall. “Freshly baked pie! Come get your pies! Coated in cinnamon and brown sugar!” the vendor announces. The vendor glances down to see a slice missing with four gold coins replacing it. Food Fight now sits at the border of the market eating the slice. Meanwhile, in the center, someone could be seen pushing villagers and tourists aside forcefully grumbling. It was chop chop, sprocket,flameslinger,fright rider, and Short cut were trailing behind him admiring the scenery, unlike the grumpy skeleton. “Ah, the market of Woodburrow what place is more peaceful?” short cut comments looking at the ginger, warm-toned tents. “I know right? And smell that? The pies? It smells like autumn itself!” sprocket adds. “Focus on the mission! We don’t have time to be distracted by this warm nonsense!” Chop Chop remarked gruffly. “Se détendre chop chop we’ll find food fight. Heck, he might even be here looking with us or just visiting now that I just thought about it I haven't seen him recently! He aime tarte aux pommes!”flameslinger replied coolheaded. “Wait what did you say!? and say it in English!” chop chop rose up having a light bulb moment. “He loves apple pie?” flameslinger repeats. “Hmm…” Chop chop glances down to see a crumb trail. Meanwhile food fight leans against the trees the birds above him nest and feed their young. Food Fight hands them a crumb and the bird feeds it to one of her chicks fostering a smile on Food Fight’s face.

” that pie hit the spot..” Food Fight mumbled. chop chop parts from the group stealthy upon seeing food fight. He draws his swords and stealthily approaches him suddenly something stops him. “Chop chop look at this magical plunger hat! It’s so cool!” Chop Chop grumbles upon hearing rider’s voice in the distance. He pulls himself back to the group before they get suspicious of him. Food fight hearing something looks behind to see no one and decides to return to the guesthouse. Meanwhile in the woods snap shot hunts. He crouches in the long grass with his arrow out watching a chompy. He picks up every sound and scent. His sense is enhanced by the werewolf curse. Snap shot’s eyes glow as he narrows them aiming and then he releases the arrow hitting the chompy with perfect aim.” bingo.” snap shot mumbles. He then walks back to the guesthouse but catches the scent of chop chop around. He looks around uneasily” I hope lil buddy’s okay.” he says to himself. Meanwhile at in the golden desert. the sunbeams on the pyramid in the distance, bone chompies roam the land looking for any form of life acting as vultures. The scene fades into a thrown room with a gold figure atop a thrown leaning on her hands restless. “ dream catcher anything from wolfgang yet?” the figure asks. “Not yet my queen. He somehow blocked out his dreams from my view.” dream catcher responds.” ugh! That mutt is getting on my nerves every few months he’ll do this damn thing where he’ll not appear here for who knows how long!” the figure growls.” golden queen should we send nightshade to retrieve him?” dream catcher asks. “We might have to do that…I need a new stash of gold and I'm getting tired of waiting!” Golden Queen replies. Suddenly dr. krankcase races up their staircase holding a scroll. “My queen! Wolfgang sent this!” he said. Golden Queen snatches it from him. She reads it and her gold face flares red. “That MUTT! Who does he think he is!” she yells. “What is it golden queen?” dream catcher asks. “Wolfgang says he’s leaving the doom raiders!” golden queen flares up. “WHAT!? No one leaves the Doom Raiders!” dream catcher responds.” doom raiders! Gear up! We’re paying wolfgang a visit!” golden queen announces. To be continued.     

[algebraicvarietyshow]

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[ambientgaze]

my fave releases of 2022 (in no particular order)

Asunonokei - Island ● Black Midi - Hellfire ● Cold Gawd - God Get Me The Fuck Out Of Here ● Ken Mode - Null

Soul Glo - Diaspora Problems ● Chat Pile - God's Country ● Birds In Row - Gris Klein ● Imperial Triumphant - Spirit of Esctasy

Fleshwater - We're Not Here To Be Loved ● Grivo - Omit ● Trauma Ray - Transmissions ● Duster - Together

Bedlocked - s/t ● Cloakroom - Dissolution Wave ● Russian Circles - Gnosis ● White Ward - False Light

[fumikomiyasaki]

~.~ with Peko x Pluck ❀ with Carol x James or ☾ with Melanie x Kumo

Summer Starters

~.~ for our muses to go down a giant waterslide

The school made a trip to a summer resort and as many students settled for different Locations Pluck looked to Peko who pointed excited at a nearby water parc that was open that day and offered to go with her... even if he wanted to be alone with her, Emma, Gregory and Sean also came with to have an eye on him...Eventually he was lucky and missed them cause the other two were too busy taking care of Greg and Peko pulled him along one of the waterslides.

"You really sure you wanna go for the biggest one?"

"It will be so much fun, Plucky. Or are you scared?"

"N-not at all, I will join you."

The higher the stairs went, the more he was worried, but feeling Peko suddenly grab his hand felt like a peace of heaven to him... she was so cute in that swimsuit... this was the most he seen of her... suddenly the fear vanished replaced by daydreams of her untill he realized how high up they were.

"I will go in front, you hold onto me, right Plucky?"

He nodded... its like the Luck was with him today... he had an excuse to pull his arms around his favourite idol, just to hold on tight while they got ready on the slide... yet his fear vanished and he was focused taking in the nice smell of her hair and the skin but sliding down it came back as he clinged tighter onto her trying to hold on... hearing her laugh loudly before him.

"Isn't this fun?~"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Eventually both reached the end and dived into the water, Peko holding onto his shoulders to have a grip and still laughing.

"I want some morrreeeee Plucky, can you join me?"

"Can't we do a tire slide instead..."

"Oh great idea, lets do that."

He tried to trick her into less action slides just to keep his sanity but how he enjoyed the excuses to be close to her... it truely was a watery heaven here. Eventually Greg and Emma came back to spoil the fun but thanks to other students he had pictures to keep from this day of him and Peko.

At the end of the day he squeeled to himself about the day keeping the pictures dear to his heart before he fell asleep.

❀ for our muses wearing glo-stick bracelets and necklaces outside on a warm summer night

The sun was slowly setting, the interschool party had many students walking around in bikinis and swim trunks enjoying drinks, food and just a bit of music... the beachs waves crashed against the shores as many just find a way to enjoy the atmosphere as the temperature went colder yet was still warm enough as the night drew near.

Carol spotted something she remembered from her world... some neon glowsticks you could use as accesoires for parties and put some on her arms, feet, neck and also made some more she gave other, arriving to James and surprised him with a necklace from behind.

"Thought this color might look good on you. And I was right."

"You look great like this too... good to see you enjoy yourself."

He pulled an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, settling down his cup on one of the makeshift tables.

"This is a managable party also I think to be able to swim again put me in a very good mood."

She leaned moreso closer into an embrace, pressing her body a little against him while looking up at him... his face grew red looking down at her. Trying hard to not stare at her body too hard but given the bikini it was a challenge for him.

"S-sorry just... your body feels so warm, I wanna steal a bit of its heat... may I?"

"Of course, I would be happy if you do just... I'd be hard for me to hold back."

"Hmm maybe some dancing gets me warmed up too, how about it?"

Seeing her smile at him like that he took her hand and nodded, both of them enjoying a bit of dancing to the music, chatting with others, and running around untill they later settled down near the waves, Carol resting her feet in the water.

"Even if I usually hate the heat... I just love the beach at night... all the stars, the soothing feeling of the water, the sounds... its stunning to look at."

He entertwined his fingers with hers and nodded.

"It is almost as pretty as looking at you at this moment."

"James..." She blushed brightly.

"Guess I got you red instead as revenge for before."

She leaned closer feeling him pull her head gently to kiss him... leaning fully into it... they got so lost in this moment that they forgot the party was still going on and she layed down on top of him in the sand... enjoying the closeness while the kisses got more heated. He could almost feel the salt water of her lips given how much she did swim that day... Both withdrew redfaced as they noticed how passionate they got.

"Um... maybe we should get away from the party and continue?"

"Good idea, lets."

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☾ for our muses falling asleep together on a blanket at a summer concert

It was a very unusual atmosphere for him... usually he used any excuse to skip such school trips but this time he joined for Melanies sake cause he wanted to be close to her... to his luck for one of the beach concerts she got him a place in the backrow on one of the more comfy basket seats with blankets and cushions... both still had beachwear on so the fluffyness of the blanket felt nice on this skin and after a while of listening he felt Melanie lean somewhat against him, resting his hand on her hips.

"Are you feeling good?"

"Yes... just a bit tired from the day is all..."

"Hm... rest all you like, in doubt I carry you back to the hotel."

"You are really sweet,Kumo..."

"Just don't say that too loud... I only do this for you."

She giggled and pulled her arms around him... he was telling the truth... usually he prefers silence of her concerts but... being close to her... he would be fine with settling for such situations... soon he noticed himself also feeling drowsy... he wanted to keep her awake to care for her but even he was exhausted, by the sounds, by the walking before... he drifted into sleep but enjoyed a nice dream of them both... thanks to the smell of her resting before his nose...

After some hours both slowly woke up and Melanie noticed she was resting on his chest the whole time... growing bright red...

"Ahh s-sorry-"

Before she could get up, he rested both of his arms around her and pulled her close, holding her head in place.

"Stay... I am glad if you hear my heartbeat... it feels... somewhat warm."

"A-alright."

Her face still stayed as red as a tomato as Kumo played with her hair and gave her some affectionate touches untill the concert was done, hodling hands with her on the way back to hotel... Sometimes it wasn't bad to go out of a comfort zone.

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