#happy oct 4th !!!

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you said, “we’re not together.”

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Witch hat?

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Hello hello guys!! I participated in the Octazinelle zine 😳👉👈 and this was the fic I wrote!

Link of the zine is found in the notes section. I really hope you enjoy!

graduation [octazinelle: high tide fic submission]

in the few months they have before getting ready to leave for internship, floyd and jade go through the turbulence that future uncertainties bring: where will they go, what will they do, but most importantly... what will happen to their relationship with azul?

ft. floyd leech, jade leech, and azul ashengrotto

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hello hello!! i participated in a zine titled octazinelle: high tide! you can find the full zine through here~ this was a very fun project and i'm so excited to post the fic i wrote for you guys ^^ i really care about this fic so much, so there will be additional notes that i will leave somewhere :3c don't worry, they won't be hard to find fufufu

“Floyd Leech.”

Said student is just climbing down the steps of the lecture room when he hears his name being called in an austere manner. Any remaining students in the classroom cast Floyd that ‘oh boy’ look as they leave the room. Floyd looks to the teacher’s table where Professor Trein stares at him sternly. He returns the stare with a miffed look, but he approaches the professor nonetheless.

“This is the second time this week that I have caught you sleeping in my class,” Trein rebukes. “This may be your last semester in Night Raven College before you go on your internship, but that doesn’t mean that you can be negligent in my class.”

“Uh huh.”

“Don’t give me that attitude, Leech. I do not want to give any penalties so late into the semester, but if I catch you sleeping one more time, I will. Do I make myself clear, Leech?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“You may now go.” 

Floyd steps out of the classroom with the same expression as he wore when getting called out. Damn Professor Red Squid, if you don’t wanna give detention, then just don’t, he thinks to himself. Meh, oh well. I don’t feel hungry at all, should I even go to the canteen? But where do I even wanna go? Everywhere’s so noisy. 

He walks for a bit, hands in his pockets.

Ah wait. 

There’s the supplies arriving today for Mostro Lounge. 

Floyd barely notices his frown growing ever so slightly deeper, but students walking along the same path as him instinctively step aside. Nobody in their right mind would dare interrupt a disgruntled Leech twin. 

I’m not going to help out with those. Azul can suffer with those all he wants.

“Floyd! There you are!” 

Floyd stops in his tracks. He does not look at the classmate who briskly walks up to him, but he already feels the annoyance rushing to his head. 

“Floyd, we got a paper due in two days,” the classmate yells. “We just need your part, and we'll be done! When are you gonna send it in the gc?”

“Go away.”

“Hah? Don’t give me that!” The groupmate’s voice raises in anger. “We have a literal group paper to submit, and we just need your part so that we can submit it earlier!”

Floyd faces him finally, but this time, his eyes are dilated, teeth are displayed, and brows are furrowed. An all-too familiar menacing expression. “I said go away.”

“Eep!” The classmate takes a step back, expression immediately shifting to fear for his life. “O-ok ok! Just- just submit before the 11:59 deadline in two days! That’s all I needed to say, ok!”

And right after, the student runs away.

Floyd huffs. He has now made up his mind on where to go. 

Jade is wiping the sweat off of his face in the locker rooms when one of his Octavinelle classmates approaches him. “Hey, Azul’s calling for you,” he says. “He’s by the gates right now.”

“Oh?” Jade looks up in confusion. “I thought Floyd was supposed to be with him right now.”

“Well, he’s not there now,” the classmate replies while scratching his head. “They need more backup and Azul’s calling for you.” 

“Ah, I see.” He smiles. “I shall be there, then.”

The classmate leaves the locker rooms, leaving Jade all by himself. The rest of the class has already left, eager for lunch. 

Jade slows down in cleaning himself up.

Azul’s name brings back a rip that’s been tearing at his heart. It burns in the way that electricity probably burns, maybe to a lesser degree: his body stops working the way it usually does, and his chest still reels from a shock of pain. It’s not physical by any means, though by the Sea Witch, he wishes it was. It would have been so much easier to deal with. He’d be shipped to the best hospital, all bills easily paid for, and he’d be recovering well back in Octavinelle. Or if he dies, then that is that. No more pain to feel.

No, it’s a harder kind of pain. It’s the kind of pain that makes him want to tear flesh and bone with teeth and claws, the kind of hurt that urges him to destroy a ship, the kind of ache that makes him want to burn his already burning eyes. It’s the kind of pain that won’t go away even if he does all three.

Jade breathes in. Hold it. Breathe out. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Breathe in… breathe out…

He cannot afford to lose himself now, whether by wrath or by tears. 

He packs his bags, changes back to his uniform, and leaves the lockers. His light footsteps are overshadowed by the sounds of enthusiastic jogs to the cafeteria in the corridors. Jade takes a moment to breathe in the afternoon sunny air, letting out a bit more of his worries out of his lungs before he walks down the stairs and through Main Street. 

And soon, he finds himself nearing the tall gates of the school, where a group of students are gathered around large boxes. 

It annoys Jade that the gleam of silver hair stirs mixed emotions. On one hand, his troubles are dashed completely from seeing the very person he keeps close. On the other hand, it is the same person who’s making him go through hell.

He swiftly shifts his focus to the situation in front of him. Some of the other boxes should have been on the way to the Mostro Lounge by this time, yet there are still several of them that the other Octavinelle students have to carry. It isn’t surprising—after all, they decided to upgrade a few things, in preparation for the next dorm leader. Supplies that a simple run to Sam’s shop won’t cover, no matter how much he claims to have it all in stock. 

“Be extra careful with that. That tableware costs us quite a fortune.” Standing by the boxes with a clipboard resting on his arm, Azul watches his dorm mates as he writes notes on the clipboard. He has his dorm leader facade on, serious and stern, but even from a distance, Jade can see his slightly nervous gaze towards the supplies. 

As another pair leaves with a heavy box, Azul looks at them before his eyes fall on him. “Jade, good you made it on time.”

“Hello, Azul,” Jade greets. “I thought that Floyd was supposed to help with the supplies.”

“Well, he’s not here now,” Azul answers, frowning from annoyance. “I was wondering if you had any idea as to where he is right now.”

“I don’t. His history class should have ended 10 minutes ago.” 

“Hmph, nevermind. We need to get all of this into the lounge.” He gestures to the boxes. “All the boxes are complete, and we’ll do a final count of all the supplies once everything has been moved there.”

“I see.” Jade nods. “Will you need me to assist you?”

“No, you may enjoy your lunch break after helping us move these boxes,” Azul answers. “I’ll be making my next successor do that. It’s a part of his learning, after all.” 

“Ah. I see.” 

It annoys him to feel that same shock of hurt returning to his chest. 

A bemused look crosses Azul’s face. “Does that offend you,” he teases. “I never took you for one to be tilted by that.”

Jade blinks. “Why Azul, whatever makes you think I’d be offended over that?” He smiles, with a bit more effort than he’s used to. “You must be imagining things from how little rest you have in passing on your position to the little siren.”

“You exaggerate.” He keeps his clipboard and pen into his bag. “We need to move. Jade, carry that box over there.” He points to one of the smaller boxes, marked with the word FRAGILE, and picks up another box. 

And wordlessly, Jade follows, carrying a box that must contain brand new tea sets. New tea sets that remind him that a new dorm leader and manager of the Mostro Lounge will take over. 

That his term and Azul’s will end because they’ll move up to 4th year and go their separate ways. 

Jade resists the urge to break them. He’ll carry these then find Floyd. 

Back at home, the schools of fish would band together, staying close until Floyd swam past them, splitting their perfect formation. Together, apart. Together, apart. 

Together. Apart.

Separation was not new to Floyd at all. In an “eat or be eaten” world, fish and merfolk alike live with the thought that the people closest to them may be gone the next day. Floyd has hunted before, has fought before. He’s even the one who said goodbye to his parents when leaving for Night Raven College.

But he said goodbye with the promise of seeing them again after school is done. 

He stares down at the river that runs below the bridge. This spot is rarely ever frequented by students at lunchtime, if only because everyone else is either eating in the canteen, having meetings, or just being with friends, and the bridge is on the other path away from the Hall of Mirrors. Besides Octavinelle, it feels the closest to home on this campus: here, he can watch the current flow, and the fish that live below its clean stream. 

Home, huh? Floyd wonders if home will still feel like home once he returns from Night Raven College. 

It will be the same dark passageways and bioluminescent lights, the same faces but all grown up. Except that he isn’t a child that can pick fights with anyone and nab their scales as a prize, he is to be stuck with running the family business of making deals, expanding connections, beating up people who betray their trust. Pretty much like what he already does with Azul now. 

Except that the boss that would stand with him and Jade is not Azul at all. 

The fish in the river swim with no obstacle in their path. They may split apart to avoid the occasional rock, but they would be together again. Together, apart. Together. In the small space that they share, there is no vast ocean that opens up new paths for them to split ways. Not until they swim down the cliff and into the open sea. 

Floyd has never envied river dwellers until now. 

Jade walks behind Azul going to Mostro Lounge. It’s something of a routine that started in Night Raven College. When Azul walks, he and Floyd follow him from behind. He doesn’t remember how or when it started. Probably started to make Azul’s image look powerful: he is in the front, wearing a coat that imposes authority, and Jade and Floyd standing at the back makes him look almost impossible to touch. 

Regardless of the hows or the whys, it’s a position that has always given him comfort. From behind, Jade can watch Azul. He can see if Azul is pleased with something by the bounce in his step, or if he’s pissed by the clack of his heels. And from the front, Azul can’t read Jade since he’s always looking forward, and that lets Jade startle him with a random brutal teasing remark. 

Right now, though, he wishes to not look at Azul. 

Azul appears to be beaming, and Jade knows exactly why. He’s found the perfect successor for not only leadership of Octavinelle but also manager for his prized restaurant. He’s gotten accepted in all the places he applied for his internship. 

He’s gotten accepted already into the university that he aims to go to.

Jade vividly remembers the way Azul grinned from ear to ear when he received the email. He remembers the audible, “Yes! Yes, I got in!” that almost sounded teary-eyed. He remembers Floyd saying that they should celebrate over some drinks. He remembers smiling to the best of his abilities while saying congratulations for being accepted. 

That was two weeks ago. He’s said many fake things in his life, and he would never say sorry for them. But until now, the heartless congratulations weighs heavily in his conscience. 

It’s simple, really: Azul has been working hard all his life to achieve his dreams. And Jade was there to witness the journey, from the ideas to the headaches to the defeats to the victories. It’s a huge milestone for Azul to get to stay on land and study in a place where he feels he will thrive. So it’s unfair really, to not be able to celebrate such an achievement happily. 

And yet, Jade can’t bring himself to. 

Their relationship started as something transactional. Tweels keep his secrets, Azul lets them in his plans. Tweels support him, Azul entertains them. And if Azul fails to entertain, then they will drop him like plastic to the chute. There and done. That’s supposed to be their relationship. 

So why then does it hurt to hear that Azul got accepted? Why does it hurt to think about how in a few months, he won’t see Azul as much as the present? Why does it hurt to think about the uncertainty of when they will see each other again? 

“Jade, you can put down the box over there.”

Jade blinks. He’s at Mostro Lounge. Has he been so deep in thought that he didn’t realize when he arrived?

Schooling his expression, he puts down the box on the counter that Azul gestures to, unaware of the concerned expression on Azul’s face. 

Floyd doesn’t know when he started staring into nothingness to gaze at memories, but he’s now seeing the stone stage from middle school, where his younger self is playing drums to his brother’s bass and someone’s piano. 

He remembers, he was getting irritated with the piano melody, and at the time he couldn’t pinpoint why, except that it lacked something. Now that he thinks about it, it’s because that pianist’s playing had no life. No vigor, no passion, just technique that wouldn’t get anyone dancing. “Next,” he had said and stopped playing. The pianist was protesting. Floyd forgot what he said, just that he protested that he wasn’t done playing, but he didn’t care enough to hear about it.

“Everyone sucks, Jade,” he threw his sticks to the ground. “No one’s good enough to be part of our band. Let’s just go.” And he and Jade—who was bigger than him at the time—left the small auditorium of their school. And it’s a blur, Floyd doesn’t remember why he and Jade didn’t go home right away, but he remembers very well the syncopated melodies coming from the piano they forgot to close. 

And he remembers the gasp he made, the way his heart was stirred from how alive the music sounded. 

And he remembers how quickly he swam back inside to see who’s playing, and his wide-eyed gaze when he spotted the familiar octopus.

“Hey hey, that was so cool,” he said to the flustered Azul. “Play some more, play some more!” 

“Huh? No way, I have to go soon!”

But he didn’t let him go. He insisted he play the piano as he picked up his sticks and played a beat. “Come on, just one song! Then you can go!”

And he started his beat. And when it was just him for a long moment, Floyd had wondered if Azul left. But the sound of an E minor reached his ears, and the next moment, Azul’s playing was matching to the beat of the drums. And his music had heart. It had spirit, it had technique, it had passion. 

And the best part? Azul matched his rhythm when nobody else did. 

“I knew I’d find you here, Floyd.”

Eyes turning away from his reflection in the water, Floyd looks up to the face that he’s known since birth. Jade, impeccably presentable despite having PE class earlier, walks towards Floyd, leaning on the railing of the bridge he stands on. But he does not go near him. 

“What do you want,” Floyd asks. 

“We had a new batch of supplies arrive at the Lounge today,” Jade answers. “You were supposed to help out with the unpacking.”

He only answers with a curt hum before turning back to the water below. 

He hears a sigh. And footsteps approaching.

“You’re thinking about last last week, aren’t you?”

Floyd turns again to Jade. He’s by the bridge railing now, same side as him, but he continues to keep a respectable distance. Jade doesn’t look at him directly either, his gaze directed at the horizon ahead of them. 

He’s thinking about it too.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he answers. “It’s just, really ass, y’know?”

Floyd believes that in spite of their identical genetics, they are two people with different identities, dreams, and beliefs. And don’t get him wrong, it is a lot better that way to have individuality. But deep down, there is a comfort knowing that Jade probably feels the same feeling that leaves Floyd dizzy with frustration, that binds his chest with a mix of anger and sadness. And Sea Witch knows, Floyd needs that comfort now. 

“‘Ass’, you say,” Jade repeats. “Tell me about it.” 

A beat of silence passes between them. 

“It’s just that. It takes half a fish brain to know that Azul’s got grand plans after graduation. Get into the best business school, build his own corporation, build another company, and a third company. And I’ve known this for Sea Witch knows how long, and it was all fine, I didn’t care that much, but then…”

“...But then the letter came in.” Jade fills in. 

“Yeah,” Floyd emphatically answers. “That damned acceptance letter from whosit business university came in. Like, I don’t know why, but it just made everything feel… real. That Azul’s really gonna go somewhere else. And I hate that it’s been hitting me like this for the last two weeks. I can’t focus well, I’m pissed off, Trein’s told me off about sleeping. It’s so ass.”

The silent air between the twins weighs heavier. Floyd’s eyes briefly look at the fish in the river again—the damned fish that he wants to throw a rock at so they separate too—before he turns to Jade. “How ‘bout you? Was it also the letter?”

Jade doesn’t answer right away. Floyd understands; in moments like these, Jade hesitates to speak his mind, even to him. It’s part of their nature to be cowardly, after all, just that Jade exhibits it more between the two of them. 

“... Somehow, yes, but if I were to think about it… it’s actually been a while now,” he finally answers.

“Eh? Really?”

“I knew down the line that there would be farewells to be made,” Jade says. “Like you said, Azul has already made plans for himself, and he invests in those plans, years in advance. But there’s always that part of me that wonders… if there’s space for us in those plans.” 

Floyd finds himself inhaling sharply at those words. 

“I see his goals coming to fruition, and it pains me to say that I can’t even properly support him. The letter, the new supplies, the little siren he’s going to appoint… they’re all reminders that it will all change.” Jade smiles, but in pain. “Azul won’t be the dorm leader, I won’t be the vice leader, and we won’t do the things we used to do. And we won’t see each other until perhaps the next VDC. And when we graduate… would he call an end to our agreements? Would we grow so busy that we become strangers again? We would always say that our relationship is merely transactional and that we would leave him if we get bored, but…”

Jade stops, and the air weighs even heavier. Floyd feels taken back to the first day on land, when breathing with lungs felt heavy and difficult. 

Suddenly, Jade laughs. “What clownfish have we become?”

Floyd too joins his twin in mirth. “Can’t help it, Azul makes me feel understood.”

He raises a brow. “Is it gonna be about the first time you played together with him?”

“I mean, it’s how it started,” he answers. He doesn’t realize the small smile that settles on his face as he remembers once more. “Like, back then, everyone just kinda avoided, y’know? And that’s fine, at least, I thought it was. ‘Twas fun and all to be intimidating. But no matter what I’d do, Azul always matches me. He knows exactly what to play to my rhythm. And even in how we work, he knows what’s the stuff I’d like to do or the stuff I’d do well in. It just feels nice.”

It feels too nice. 

Too nice that if it disappears, it will leave his heart bound tightly by melancholy. 

“…Hey, I can’t be the only sappy one here.” Floyd eyes Jade. “C’mon Jade, share too what’s made you appreciate Azul.”

“I already shared a lot earlier,” Jade says defensively.

“Heyyy, be fair at least. I know you have your own thing.”

“What else is there to say? You already said everything.”

“Liar. I know how you started reading your books more after meeting him.” 

“So? Those were lessons that we had to learn as well.”

“Uh huh sure. Then explain why you’ve only gotten better in everything you do after meeting Azul.”

Jade glares at him. 

Floyd grins in response. “Gotcha.”

A beat of silence, then Jade sighs. “If he makes you feel understood, then he makes me feel capable.”

“How so?”

“One reason.” He puts up one free hand, with one finger up. “He’s demanding.”

Floyd chuckles. “That’s an understatement.”

“You’re right.” Jade grins, teeth flashing. “He’s exigent. Making us run around the school to do 5 things at once, on top of schoolwork. Even before NRC, he was just like that. I assumed he was insane. Until now, I still think he’s insane.”

“You say that, but you don’t look like you’re complaining at all.”

“Because thanks to that, I wasn’t pretending to be good at something anymore.” His next smile is closed. Softer. “I went from barely comprehending a textbook and barely lifting a seashell with my magic to understanding contract language and unlocking my unique ability. He made me do things, and I planned to just make someone else do it and pretend it was me.” 

“Ohhh.” Floyd’s eyes widened with remembrance. “And then he caught you.”

“Yes.” Jade shakes his head at the thought. “And I was expecting him to laugh at me, but he didn’t. All he did was sigh and teach me. Magic, studies, law, something about the way he taught those things clicked something in me. And even the things that he didn’t teach but always talked about, like culinary and how people behave, I was able to absorb things and got better. Dare I say,” a smirk forms on his face, “I’m better than Azul in some things.”

“Like flight class.” Floyd grins.

“Like flight class,” Jade repeats smugly. 

And they stop talking. Jade turns his gaze to the distant horizon, looking at something farther than the blue of the sky. Meanwhile, Floyd glances back at the river. He understands that Jade is done talking personal. But it’s fine for him. He can almost hear the unspoken thoughts. Once Azul leaves, who’s going to be the pianist in their little band that makes their every day exciting? Once Azul leaves, who’s going to tell them that they can do it? 

Once Azul leaves, who’s going to understand them?

“So this is where you two are.”

Simultaneously, Floyd and Jade whip their heads around. Floyd swears his heart almost leapt to his chest when he saw those familiar blue eyes. 

One hand in his pocket, Azul stands on the threshold of the bridge. He and Jade fully turn around as he walks towards them until he’s directly in front of both of them. 

“Hello, Azul,” Jade greets, like the conversation a while ago never happened. “How was teaching your next successor what he has to do?”

“Went well,” he answers. “His prior experiences already reassure me, but he’s also demonstrated that he knows what he’s doing. Currently, he and our other dorm mates are taking care of the supplies.”

“Weird that you’re not being so strict, considering how much you value your restaurant,” Floyd comments. “You’re not even gonna be there to make sure nothing’s going wrong?”

“I trust that things are going well with my new successor in charge. I’ve taught him very well enough,” Azul says. “But more importantly… I have matters to discuss with the both of you.”

He turns his head to look at Jade. “Jade, you’ve been out of focus lately. Just a while ago, when you were bringing the box of teacups to the lounge, you were so deep in thought, you didn’t look like you were aware of where you were going. And even during work hours, you haven’t been as sharp as you usually are. A few professors have commented on your slouched posture as well.”

Jade’s eyes widen in surprise. 

“And Floyd.” Azul turns to look at Floyd. “Professors have reported to me that you’ve either been asleep during lectures or interrupting class with an outburst. You’ve also been moodier than usual, and it shows in your cooking and your behavior. I’ve heard a few students rant about you in group projects.”

Floyd briefly remembers the group mate that approached him earlier. 

“So what are you getting at exactly, Azul,” Jade asks. “Even we have our off days as well.”

Azul casts him a pointed look. “Off days for two weeks straight.” 

He receives no quip in reply. 

He crosses his arms. “Jade, Floyd.” His neutral serious tone changes. It quivers slightly. He’s worried. “I know you two well enough that there’s something going on. Is there something that happened?”

Floyd looks away. Jade does as well.

Floyd hates the concern in his tone. It makes him want to break. It makes him want to be upfront about his feelings and how it’s been bothering him. 

But how can someone like him really tell someone like Azul that you’re afraid to lose him somehow? How can he retract all the times he said that their relationship is all transaction and no emotional connection? How do you even start bearing something so vulnerable? 

They must be the same questions that Jade is grappling with now. Jade, who’s usually good at worming his way out of any conversation, has nothing to say to leave this topic. 

Azul sighs, breaking the long silence. “Is this something that has to do with me?”

The twins stiffen. 

Floyd can feel Azul’s gaze towards him. 

A tense moment passes. 

“... I had a feeling.”

He finally looks at him but in confusion. Jade is also facing him with wide eyes. 

Azul exhales through his nose. “You don’t have to tell me anything about what you’re feeling right now. If at all.” He turns around, preparing to leave. His head is bowed down, not letting either twin see his expression. “But I just want to let you know, I’m always here if you need me. Not just for this, but for anything, even if in the future.”

Floyd’s breath hitches.

“Do you… really mean that?” Jade asks, almost meekly.

Azul looks at Jade in puzzlement. “Why wouldn’t I? You two have been with me for all these years, even in my weakest hours. It’s not like I’m going to leave you even after we graduate.”

“Really,” Floyd asks. “Even when you get really busy with university and we’re running our family business?”

“Well, I won’t deny that we will be busy,” he answers. “But I’m not letting go of you two just because of that. You know me too well, after all. And you’ve supported me all these years, it would be embarrassing to leave that unpaid.”

“You mean that?”

“Have I ever broken a promise? If you want, I can even put that on a contract and have you sign it.”

In one single breath, the binding sadness and worry that tightened Floyd’s chest leaves. 

Without thinking, he moves towards Azul and wraps his arms around his slim frame. He ignores the surprised gasp as he buries his face on his shoulder. His breathing feels lighter than it has ever been the past two weeks. 

He feels Jade joining in, hugging Azul from the other side and burying his face on the other shoulder. His breathing sounds even to any person, but to Floyd, he can hear a slight quiver, like Jade is trying to hold back tears. 

“Is… is this what it’s been all about, all this time,” Azul finally asks. His hands move to pat their heads, a motion that always comforted the twins. “You two are strange for worrying about this type of thing.” 

Despite his words, Floyd can hear the smile in Azul’s voice.

[rinacentral]

hello, rinas! we're excited to announce that for november's event, we'll be celebrating 5 years of ricky & gina!

we'll be hosting a RINA APPRECIATION WEEK as the main event for this month! this event will run from november 4th to november 8th. to participate, just make any original creations that adhere to the prompts listed below:

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[froggibus]

KINKTOBER 2023

hello folks! welcome to my first ever attempt at kinktober :)

some of you guys probably saw the poll i posted about what fandoms you wanna see more of and i used that as a general guideline (07) for what fandoms i wanted to write for

don't be disappointed if your fave isn't on here, my requests will be open again soon and i would love to write for them!

each prompt will be posted by 18:00PST every day

WEEK 1 — Oct. 1st - Oct 8th

Oct. 1st - Corruption

— Kol Mikaelson

Oct. 2nd - Slasher! AU

— Jason Todd

Oct. 3rd - Cock Warming

— Ramattra

Oct. 4th - Collaring

— Satoru Gojo

Oct. 5th - Breeding

— Wriothesley

Oct. 6th - Blasphemy

— Mammon

Oct. 7th - Power Difference

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 8th - Fingering

— Four Wanderers (1/4) - Genji Shimada (ft. Widowmaker & Cole Cassidy)

WEEK 2 — Oct 9th - Oct. 16th

Oct. 9th - Webcam/Porn

— Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Oct. 10th - Edging

— Genji Shimada

Oct. 11th - Spanking/Impact Play

— Kento Nanami

Oct. 12th - Overstimulation

— Wally West

OCT 13th - BREAK DAY

Oct. 14th - Aphrodisiacs

— Witch! Mercy

Oct. 15th - Oral

— Childe

Oct. 16th - Face Sitting

— Four Wanderers (2/4) - Widowmaker (ft. Cole Cassidy & Genji Shimada)

WEEK 3 — Oct 17th - Oct. 24th

Oct. 17th - Size Difference

— Satoru Gojo

Oct. 18th - Thigh Riding

— Cal Kestis

Oct. 19th - Cherry Chasing

— Dick Grayson

OCT 20th - BREAK DAY

Oct. 21st - Blackmail

— Reaper

Oct. 22nd - Incubus/Succubus

— Xiao

Oct. 23rd - Period Sex

— Jason Todd

Oct. 24th - Gun Play

— Four Wanderers (3/4) - Cole Cassidy (ft. Widowmaker & Genji Shimada)

WEEK 4 — Oct 25th - Oct 31st

Oct. 25th - Buttplug

— Dick Grayson

Oct. 26th - Bondage

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 27th - Vampire! AU

— Hanzo Shimada

Oct. 28th - Blindfold

— Megumi Fushiguro

Oct. 29th - Futanari

— Mercy

Oct. 30th - Free Use

— Obey Me Brothers

Oct. 31st - Group Sex/Gangbang

— Four Wanderers (4/4) - Cole Cassidy, Widowmaker & Genji Shimada

happy haunting!

(also!!! if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^)

(regular masterlist)

[ofmdrecaps]

10/04/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Happy Belated Birthday to Nat Torres!; Rhys Darby; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Anapela Polataivao ; Ruibo Qian; Dominic Burgess; Minnie Driver; OFMD Awards; Voting Opportunities; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Belated Birthday for Nat Torres! ==

One of our beloved writers, Nat Torres, had their birthday on the 3rd, and I THOUGHT I put it in the last recap and I did not, so my apologies dear! Hope it was fantastic and you had a lovely time!

Source: Nat Torres Instagram Stories

== Rhys Darby ==

New Cryptid Factor episode!! The X Issue! This features the hosts of Expedition X! Check it out on Spotify now-- video version will hopefully be added to Patreon sometime this upcoming week!

Lots of Darby Family sightings the last couple days!

Source: Rosie's IG and Rhys' Facebook

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba has been naturalized as a United States Citizen! Congrats sir! He asked if he's going to be America's Sweetheart now-- absolutely!

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

New Momentus Event coming Oct 19, 10 AM PT / 1 PM ET! This time with Vico!

In addition! There's a new Jim inspired hoodie available! This time Oodles of Revenge!

Source: ShopStands

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian was out DJing at the Ministry of London on the 4th!

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A post shared by Kristian Nairn (@kristiannairn)

Source: Kristian's Instagram

== Anapela Polataivao ==

More shots of Auntie at the Tina premiere at the Hawai'i International Film Festival!

Source: Tina The Film Instagram

== Ruibo Qian ==

Our Pirate Queen has been keeping an eye out for some amazing fanart of Zheng! She shared fellow crewmates kaybroozayzay and deanbird_ao3 from instagram on her stories! Oh and she picked up Kristian's book!

Source: Ruibo Qian's Instagram Stories

== Minnie Driver ==

Minnie was out at Glamour UK at the Woman of the Year Awards!

Source: Minnie Driver's Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Our beloved Jeffrey Fettering was out at the Hans Zimmer concert!

Source: Dominic's Twitter

He has also once again blessed us with more cat videos! The amount of cat content Dominic is posting is keeping me breathing I swear.

Source: Dominic's Twitter

== OFMD Awards! ==

OFMD received the Transformational Love Award from Greater Good Magazine! Thank you @adoptourcrew for sharing! Check out the article here!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Tumblr

== Voting Opportunities ==

Hey all! New opportunity for voting for out show in the UK! You can vote here and it does require an email! Be sure to vote through all the categories!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Tumblr

== Articles ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew Tumblr

== Love Notes ==

Tonight's love note is brought to you by our Pirate Queen!

Source: Ruibo Qian's Instagram Stories

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's gifs are brought you by the gif masters @neonpigeons and @neverswungonswingingstars! I'm in a Freemanji mood, and I blame a certain someone, you know who you are :P

[spideyhexx]

oct. 4th - hot wheels

Sam Woodbridge x FemaleReader

mdni! wc; 3k cw; just p in v, car sex, dirty talk, light exhibitionism

kinktober 2024 masterlist Sam is an OC! Here is his fact sheet!

a/n; oh dear am i happy to have our first sam fic :) 3k of him wow! enjoy it guys, and please let me know your thoughts, i love you all for creating this silly guy with me. This is for you who love this OC as much as I do, thank you so deeply or entertaining me about him :)

Congratulations reverberated around you as Sam held tightly to your hand, leading you through the crowd of fellow families and loved ones of his teammates. His team won an important game and like usual, the party thrown after was mostly filled with Sam getting showered with compliments. His teammates too, of course, but Sam always got a lot. 

You loved seeing him with that after-win glow; flushed from only one beer, and flushing more at the compliments. 

He liked them, you knew that, but that did not mean he took them with ease. An embarrassed smile that edged on arrogance always graced his lips and it made you want to laugh as well as kiss his cheeks, tell your boy how proud you are of him. 

You would watch him interact with people, hanging off of his arm for hours, but it’s nearing one a.m. and he’s visibly exhausted. You’re exhausted. 

The heat of late summer was no joke and although Sam took a shower in the locker room before the party, he could use a quick shower at home before relaxing in bed with you. Maybe you’d join him. 

Sam’s saying his goodbyes as you two walk through the crowd of people. A teammate almost stops him, but Sam barrels on. Wow. He must be tired. You squeeze his hand, an etch of concern on your face though he cannot see you right now. 

He returns the squeeze, taking a glance back at you, then continues, until you can breathe in the outside air. 

Which is somehow more humid than inside. 

“Car a.c., car a.c., car a.c.,” Sam mumbles in a chant as he tugs you along the asphlat, and you chuckle, the sweat on your skin agreeing with his words. 

“Was it even on in there?” You look back to the hotel the party had been at and Sam shakes his head.

“Maybe, but too many people.” 

He goes quiet again as the two of you weave through the parking lot until his car comes into view. With the keys already out in his hand, he opens the locks, and the door for you. His hand lingers on your back as you climb into the car, then he shuts it closed. 

You’re buckling your seatbelt when Sam gets into the driver’s seat, making quick work of starting the car and blasting the aircon. 

He lets out an exaggerated sigh as the cool air hits you both, leaning back in his seat and sending you a lazy grin. “I’m scheduling us a trip to a very cold place right now.”

You stare at him, mimicking his slouched position, and keeping your head turned to him, “Right now?”

“With my…magical…mental powers…,” he says with a slow nod, eyes narrowing. 

“Your mental powers, huh?” 

“Mhm, I’m inputting my card number now.” 

Sam is silent for about ten seconds, your eyes still locked, then says, “card’s been approved.”

“Oh, thank god,” you tell him, putting your hand over your heart like you’re as relieved as ever. 

His lips twitch up for a small second, but he’s keeping the game up, “anddddd booked.”

“Where to?”

“A cold place.”

You roll your eyes and his smile lets up, coming with the sort of ease that makes you want to tug him closer to you, “Specifics?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Or you can’t think of a cold place right now,” you mumble, challenging him directly and Sam immediately scoffs. 

“I’m delirious from the heat, babe, don’t question me. I’m fragile,” he defends himself and then looks out the front windshield. A hand swipes through his sweaty hair and you watch the movement. Some strands stick out of place, but all it does is make Sam more Sam. 

“Congratulations, by the way,” you say in a softer tone. Many people had told him it tonight. Hell, you gave him a huge kiss once his big dumb smiling face left the locker room earlier tonight. But you had to tell him again. And it’s worth it, because he looks back at you, and grins more, rubbing his palms on his jeans. 

“Thank you, lovey,” he responds in a quieter voice, reaching a hand over to lightly pinch your cheek, then his eyes rake down over you. 

“No,” you chuckle, watching his eyes linger on your skirt. 

“What? What do you mean, no?” Sam’s hand stays on your face, brushing his knuckles from your cheek to your jaw. 

You hold onto his wrist, “I know that look. We are not fucking here.”

“Blasphemy,” he mumbles, “I wasn’t thinking of intimate relations with my dear number one fan.”

With a squeeze to his wrist and a pointed look, he concedes, “Okay, I was, but I’ve been thinking about it for like an hour, so.”

“Oh?” A breath leaves you and it feels as though your smile can never leave you when you’re talking to your man. “I thought you were exhausted. You looked it. Still do. Especially when we were walking out.”

He sighs, “I am, but…,” Sam trails off, tracing the edge of your jaw, his gaze on his hand as he does it, “you’re sexy.”

“Thank you, and-”

“And you were dancing before…remember? Before Mike came over? You were dancing on me…,” Sam pokes his finger to your cheek. 

“Home,” you tell him, but you can’t deny that the thought of doing something right here right now got to you. And it isn’t helping that his hand not near your face is messing with his jeans, tugging on the fabric near his groin. 

“I know,” he whispers, “just a kiss?” His fingers nudge on your chin and your eyes drop to his lips. They’re a little redder from his still-flushed state, and the fact he bites on them way too much out of habit. 

Sam can see it in your eyes, so he doesn’t have to confirm. He knows you too well, as much as you know him. He leans over the center console, his hand holding shifting to the back of your head to pull you closer until his lips press onto yours. 

His thumb rubs against the nape of your neck, the slight taste of beer on his lips mingles with yours, and the kiss ends way too quickly for you. Sam pulls back only a short distance, giving you his smile and moving his hand up to pat your head. 

He’s just about to lean back into his seat, when you reach for his face, drawing him right back in. Sam huffs at the movement, but gives in once his lips return home to yours. 

Your spine tingles and your skin, albeit cooled off from the aircon in the car, heats up all over again with a different surge. It has you slotting your lips to his with the addition of your tongue, licking into his mouth and humming when he lets out a soft moan. Sam’s hand juts out to your thigh, and you tangle your hand into his hair, the sweaty locks against your fingers are smooth, calling out to you to be caressed and pulled. It's like the exhaustion you felt earlier has left every inch of your body, and replaced it with something hot and needy.

Sam’s mouth is fervent, his tongue meeting yours with the sole purpose of wanting to swallow you whole. He kissed with his entire being and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You cannot imagine a world in which you didn’t get to feel the press of his nose against your face and his bitten lips caress yours, his soft breathy moans that he was never able to quiet. 

Sam Woodbridge was utterly yours and after seeing him receive as much praise as he did tonight, you vow to give him that, and more. 

“Okay, fine, maybe we can do something here,” you mumble between kisses, awkwardly shifting in the passenger seat to be facing him more. 

Sam chuckles, pulling back, only to nuzzle his nose to yours and peck your lips, “we are in a parking lot,” another peck graces your lips, “we could be seen,” kiss, “you sure?” kiss.

You’re nodding against him while he’s speaking, “we’ll make it quick, you finish quick anyways,” and you nudge on his chest, an offended look crossing his face as he leans back in his seat. 

“Ouch,” he says, watching you unbuckle your seat belt and climb over the console into his lap. It’s an unsexy move but he’s got that easy fucking smile. Curse him for that. 

You settle there, and look down at the bulge in his jeans. “You’re hard already.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Lovey, you’re probably soaked already,” he mumbles and slides his hand up under your skirt, his touch like a delightful shock that’s fastly spreading all over your body. Especially as his fingers graze your panties, only to cup you, confirming that you are indeed just as turned on as he is. 

“Oh, yeah,” he whispers, pressing his palm up against you. You gasp, and press your hands into his shoulders, and he tsks playfully, “just what I thought. I-oh.”

He stops when your hand makes contact with his bulge, only trailing your fingers down it, and Sam removes his hand from under your skirt to get his belt off. 

“Okay. Quick. Very Quick,” he says, expertly getting his belt off with just the one hand, then lifting his hips slightly, tugging his jeans down with your assistance. Once they’re at the top of his thighs, you sit more firmly on him so he sits back down. 

His head cranes to your neck, giving you wet kisses up to your ear, then lightly sucking on the spot below it. You shift your hips at the sensation, reaching through the front hole of his boxers to fish his cock out. He groans against yout skin, trailing hotter kisses back down your neck and sucking harshly at another one of your weak spots. A shaky breath leaves you and you move up in his lap more.

He’s heavy and warm in your hand, but you only feel him for a few more seconds before he’s pulling back and grabbing your hand. He holds it open and spits into your palm. Sam pushes your hand back down to his cock, helping you rub in the spit, his eyes locked to yours. 

He gives a nod, “remember when you first ever jerked me off?” 

The random memory makes you snort a little, your hand slowly stroking up and thumbing his tip. He shifts under you, sneaking his hand back under your skirt to push your panties aside. His thumb presses at your opening, and it makes you gasp. 

“Yeah, I remember,” you whisper to him. “It was in your old car.”

Sam nods, easing the tip of his thumb into you, then out, his breath getting heavier from your ministrations on his lower region. 

“Mhm, you jerked me off in the backseat…because my game sucked…and our favorite pizza place was closed earlier than we thought. We kissed, and you…,” he trails off when your thumb swipes his tip again, and his hands move to your hips, pushing you up a little to position you over him. 

“You got a little handsy and I got…so fucking hard. Swore I’ve never gotten that hard in my life ever,” Sam chuckles at the memory, holding himself at the base and dragging his tip against your cunt. It’s hard to focus on him reminiscing on this story. You almost want to tell him that, but all that’s in your mind is fuck fuck fuck just fuck me sam, fuck me.

“And you offered…to help me out…with such a cute fucking look…you were just as nervous as me…I swear we both felt like it was the first time we’ve ever done anything,” Sam says, aligning his cock at your entrance.

“Gonna tell me why you're thinking of this…wonderful memory?” You manage to get out, your breath hitching and your hands gripping to his shoulders. You start to sink down on him, and Sam lets out a low groan, leaning his head back, then looking down to watch. 

“That was the last time we did something in a car,” he mutters, cursing under his breath as you continue to sink down on him until you’re buried at the hilt with him. A moan leaves your lips. 

“Ah…yeah, that’s…took it good, baby,” he whispers, his hand dropping to your stomach and thumbing down on your clit. You whine at it, and clench around him, “Sam…”

“I know, lovey, you’re good. You got it.” Sam continues the slow roll of his thumb while you adjust to him, his eyes roving over your face as your’s stay shut. 

When they open, you nod to him, “I’m gonna move.” 

Sam nods, giving your hip an encouraging pat. You move up, and immediately hit your head on the car ceiling. “Ow, fuck,” you curse. 

Sam bites his cheek hard. “Oh no, my baby,” he says, leaning up and pulling you against his chest, cradling your head. He rubs the back and top of your head, stifling his laugh, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Don’t laugh,” you whine at him, but Sam can’t help his chuckle. He reaches for the recline of his seat, and presses down on it, but the recline goes too fast and the seat falls back quick enough for his head to hit back on the seat. You laugh.

“Oh. Oh. I see how it is huh?” He tries to sound mad, but he isn’t. You’re laid against him, head to his chest and Sam bends one of his legs up, thrusting up into you which halts your laughing. 

“Yeah, thought so,” he mumbles, his voice taking on a huskier tone, and he thrusts up again, and again, and again, working himself into you. 

You brace your hands on his shoulders, kissing to his collarbone and the base of his neck, a short breaths and small moans leaving your lips. A louder moan rocks through you when he fucks up in a harsher move, and he says, “you’ll take anything I fucking give, yeah?”

All you can do is nod again him and Sam groans, “Just…letting me fuck up into you…in my car…you’re gonna make a mess on my seat, baby…you’re so wet, you hear it?”

You can. The wet squelch every time he thrusts is pounding in your ears, his breath turning more into a grunt. Your hips move to meet his movements and once you have the burst of energy, you push yourself to sit up in his lap, rubbing  your hands down to his chest and bouncing steadily at him. There’s an air of caution you have, so as to not hit your head again, but fuck did you want to bounce on his cock.

“That’s my fucking girl, look at you,” he almost growls, resting one hand behind his head, letting his hips relax for a moment and letting you take the reins. His other hand rubs to your stomach and down to toy with your clit again. 

A whimper leaves you and his touch spurs you on to rock on him faster, desperate to feel him fill you to brim. 

“Look at you taking my cock, holy fuck, baby.” Sam watches you with a glint of awe in his eyes, unable to look away from where you two connect, then back up to your face, strewn with pleasure. 

He rubs your clit faster, breath shakier as he speaks, “Want me to cum in you? I can’t cum in the car.” The joke he threw in causes a breathless chuckle to come from you and you swat his chest. 

“Yeah, Sammy, cum in me,” you mumble, humming to stifle the bigger moans you’d only let out if you were home. He groans at your words and nods, his mouth parted. Your thighs ache and Sam notices your movements get sloppier, so he grabs your hips to help, moving you up and down on his dick. 

“Cream on it, lovey, c’mon, c’mon give it to me,” he grunts, a tremble in his voice. 

You let out a quiet strangled noise, nodding your head, “Yeah, yeah Sammy I’m gonna cum,” you sputter out as you contract around him. 

Sam’s eyes almost roll back, but he keeps his gaze to you, His words are frantic, his voice raspy, “fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, baby, fuck.” As he says it, you feel his warmth. His load releasing into you and the jerk of his hips as he grunts a bit louder. 

He quickly puts his fingers back at your clit as he breathes through his orgasm, rubbing at you quick until you’re squeezing him impossibly tight and cumming around him. You bite on your cheek hard, an attempt to not cry out in pleasure as Sam rubs your sensitive bud, his cock twitching inside of you gives you enough reason to keep going, but then you remember you’re in his car.

He helps you lift off of him, his cum starting to leak down your thigh. Sam sees it and sits up quick, and fixes your panties. So you have to sit in it. You look to his face. 

His stupid grin is there. 

“I love you,” you whisper, and he softens, cupping your cheek, and rubbing his thumb to your cheekbone. 

“I love you more.”

He pats your cheek, “Now, get in your seat, missy, the shower at home is calling our name.” Sam almost shoves you over to the passenger seat as you laugh and he fixes his boxers, then his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped. 

“Why?” You say, pointing to his crotch as he puts the car in drive. His face doesn't break out into another stupid grin as he backs out of the parking space, but he does let out a weary sigh that you would classify as part of his 'acting'.

“Need to let him breathe.”

Oh, how you love him. 

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

my inbox ate this ask, so

let's try again with a screenshot:

Hey dear anon,

I had seen this video about Harry in 2019 wearing Swim Deep's merch of their Emerald Classics album before. Let's talk about it!

What is definitely real is that he did wear that shirt (supposedly in 2019) and he's been acquainted (even friends?) with their bass player Cav for many years.

(source post)

Swim Deep were going to be "the opening act for [Harry's] postponed London tour dates."

We're talking about tour dates in April 2020, announced in February 2020.

Harry's pic with the shirt came out on Jan 29th, 2020, the band shared their Happy As Larrie song on that same day.

What is interesting is that they chose to link to that song, instead of the whole album. My immediate question was: well, maybe it was their latest single? No, it was not! They released Happy As Larrie as a single only months later, on May 6th, 2020. Inchresting.

In the later tweet they said they don't know what "dark larrie" means. True or not, we can only speculate (¬‿¬)

The next day, Swim Deep referenced Harry wearing their merch as "the king wore" it and shared a link to the restocked shirt.

(source by @bluewinnerangel)

It's to be expected that a band would use a publicity/rep push like that to link to their own music or merch, especially if the artist who reps is bigger, and extra-especially if said artist has been friendly with them since years. Also they must've already known they were soon going to be announced as opening acts for a few of Harry's shows in April of the same year.

Just as general info: "happy as Larry / happy as a Larry" is a usual british english saying for 'extremely happy'. And there are other songs with that title, i.e. this one released in 2022.

(source)

Now, their song is called Happy as Larrie, of course.

The things with the other song 0121 Desire and the parallels to his own lyrics and the tracks being 2 + 8 are definitely cool and fun coincidences, but I personally don't think it's more than that. Emerald Classics came out on Oct 4th, 2019 and Adore You came out on Dec 6th, 2019 (the album came out even later, on Dec 13th, 2019). Unless Harry and them are on a deep friendship level, where Harry would share unreleased lyrics with them, they could have no knowledge of Harry's Fine Line lyrics while they wrote their own album. (Please take that with a grain of salt, though, because I don't know how deep Harry's friendship with Swim Deep (or just Cav) goes.)

In conclusion, I am going out on a limb here to say that if Harry had already listened to the album back then, I could imagine that he could have liked to see that one of the songs on it was called that, plus the lyrics about blue and green colours in 0121 Desire. He did wear the shirt in the same year the Swim Deep album came out (2019) and knowing how far in advance tour booking can work for big artists like him, it's very likely he already knew they were going to open a few of his shows in April 2020. So I personally think at least half, if not more-so -when he actually wore the shirt in 2019- it was him repping and supporting a band he's friendly with since years; who had just released a new album and who were going to open for him soon. It's absolutely possible that at the same time he also wore it, because of aforementioned coincidences and knowing we would listen to that album and definitely latch on to a song title like that :D (I think this is unlikely, but there's also a possibility where Harry just got gifted the shirt, is friendly with the band and wore it to support them, without even having listened to the album, yet. I'd need to know on what day exactly he wore the shirt to gauge whether he could've had listened to the album already) The reason for the timing of the publication of the photo could be linked to the band only weeks later being announced as his opening act.

I hope all of this helped! 💖 x

on a personal note: I worked with SD in 2013 and 2015 and while they were very sweet and professional, most importantly they took verbal note of the (let's call it) lgbtqai+ relations🏳️‍🌈 on my things and clothing right away (i was still in the closet then), which is the main reason I still have such fond memories of those days. they were really lovely lads and I'm excited to have learned they received this kind of support and outreach.

additional resources: Debunked or Not? tag by @skepticalarrie Debunked tag by @daisiesonafield-blog Debunked or Not tag by @twopoppies

lastly, the video. (i'm posting it at the end, because tumblr uploading it distorted the quality and i don't want that pixelated mess right at the top lmao)

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 4th: Rejection | Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier | Lost a/n: pre-steddie post-s4, angst with soft, happy ending because I'm a marshmallow. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. 

That’s it. There are other hobbies, of course, other things that bring him joy– D&D, fantasy novels, art– but ever since he was a kid, whenever a teacher would ask what he wants to be when he grows up, it’s always the same answer. 

I wanna play music. 

As a kid, it seems less daunting. He just has to practice, he just has to play, he just has to have the passion to make it big. To be the next Kirk Hammett, or Eddie Van Halen, or Ozzy Osbourne if he can teach himself to carry a tune. 

Making friends is hard, but he manages to find a few in middle school who can play the instruments he can’t– drums, bass. Eddie takes the role of frontman, not exactly a singer still but he’s charismatic enough to get away with it at their school talent show.

High school comes, and Corroded Coffin is revamped. New vibe, new members. He’s older now, a little more jaded with each rejection. 

No one wants their EP, recorded by hand in Gareth’s garage onto cheap cassette tapes. 

No venue will let them play, and Eddie knows that it’s probably because they’re in high school but hadn’t The Cure started in high school? 

No one believes in them, trying to push them– especially Eddie– to consider more successful careers, safer paths. 

But eventually, they book a regular gig at The Hideout and Eddie’s certain this is it. This is their big break. Until they play week after week, staring at the same five plastered faces every Tuesday. If they can prove themselves though, the owner will have to let them play on a Friday or Saturday.

He never does. 

The final nail in the proverbial coffin comes after Eddie’s final senior year. Being accused of murder should have beefed up his credibility if nothing else– he’s already been traumatized, terrorized, and hunted like a goddamn dog, nevermind almost killed via hoard of angry mutant bats. Surely, he’ll catch at least one break. 

And then the owner at The Hideout tells him he can’t play there anymore. 

The hoards of people who still blame him for Chrissy Cunningham’s death are too much for him to manage himself and, in his words, Eddie’s driving away good business. His heart shatters, his breath catches, and Eddie leaves without a word because if he were to try to speak, all that would come out is either an enraged scream or a choked sob and Eddie doesn’t want to risk either. 

He drives around aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, just circles around the outskirts of Hawkins. Maybe I’ll just leave, he thinks. Indianapolis might be far enough. Maybe Chicago. Fuck it, maybe Argyle and Jonathan can put me up for awhile in California. Eddie wants to go somewhere that makes him forget just how lost he is, how unwanted and forgotten he’s become. Being the social pariah is only fun when he’s making speeches on cafeteria tables, not when it boots him out of his one and only career path. 

Somehow, he ends up in Loch Nora. He can’t face Wayne right now, he doesn’t want to bother Robin or Nancy, he’s already let Jeff, Gareth, and Freak down in the worst way imaginable, and if he goes to his mom’s or Chrissy’s tombstones with one more sob story, he’s afraid they’ll start haunting him. Steve’s become a friend over the last year or so it makes sense. Process of elimination and all of that. 

He doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to realize that he’d started driving that way before he ruled everyone else out. 

Steve welcomes him like he always does and offers him a beer, sitting with him in companionable silence on the couch as they watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail and laugh at the same parts. Eddie knows Steve can see that he’s upset but instead of asking questions Eddie isn’t ready to answer, he just sits a little closer with their thighs touching and one arm strewn over the back of the couch, just barely grazing Eddie’s shoulder. 

The movie ends and Steve moves to switch the tape when Eddie finally speaks up. 

“The Hideout kicked us out. Can’t play there anymore.” 

Eddie sees Steve freeze from behind before turning, his eyebrows knitted together above his nose. “Are you fucking serious?” 

He nods and sighs, lifting one hand to chew on this thumbnail as he looks at the wall beyond Steve. 

“That’s bullshit, dude. Why? Because of the protestors or whatever?” 

He nods again. 

“Want me to go down there? I’ve still got my bat around here somewhere. It might be nice to swing at something that’s not trying to like, eat me.” 

Eddie huffs a small laugh through his nose and meets Steve’s eyes, their righteous anger blending with his own as he sees Steve cross his arms over his chest. It’s hard not to stare. 

 “Well, then at least I wouldn’t be the only guy in this town wanted for murder.” 

Steve shakes his head and just chooses another movie, Howard the Duck this time, before returning to his spot on the couch. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite movies but he can’t focus to save his life because Steve is even closer now, his arm draped fully across Eddie’s shoulders and creating a space for Eddie to easily just… rest. So he does. 

The title sequence starts and Eddie’s head drops to the side, resting on Steve’s shoulder. It’s one of his favorites but he can’t follow the plot to save his life. All he can focus on is the way Steve’s fingers trace symptoms and shapes against the cotton of his tee shirt, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the feeling of Steve’s head leaning against the top of his. 

“I had a new song and everything,” Eddie whispers, surprising both himself and Steve. 

Steve hums and tightens his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, a ghost of a hug. “Play it for me sometime?”

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. And maybe he still can.

[battampria]

HAI GUYS!! ITS MY BDAY SOON!! so... welcome all mortals and nonhumans to my annual birthday party! im very thankful you all could make it on time and thank you for being here with me! :3

my birthday party will have tons of surprises for you to fulfill! however, there are things im missing for my party and you need to help me find them! but first, here are the...

✧ RULES

[PT. RULES. END PT.]

1) this party will go ALL NIGHT from october 3rd to october 10th, my actual birthday! there is a 3 day extension so in reality it ends on the 13th

2) if you give me the missing gifts, there will be five winners!

3) there are about eight gifts (prompts) to find & complete

4) make sure to use the tag #SWEETBATTEEN and mention me (@ me) so I can see it :3

5) lastly, if u fit in my dni, why are u here? GET OUTTA MY PARTY!!!!!

✧ PROMPTS

[PT. PROMPTS. END PT.]

oct. 3rd: edit a character using the colors black, white, red, or pink (my favorite colors :3)

oct. 4th: edit a character from a rhythm game

oct. 5th: edit a vocaloid/utau

oct. 6th: free day!

oct. 7th: edit a vtuber

oct. 8th: edit a character whos a vampire OR edit a character whos a doll

oct. 9th: edit one of my f/os (fictional others)

oct 10th: ITS MY BDAY!!! make me a secret, devious gift or send me a simple happy birthday! ^_^

✧ EXTRA

[PT. EXTRA. END PT.]

...and that should be all.. methinks..! keep in mind for october 9th, i have an easy to read rentry incase if the og doesn't work/catbox breaks. if you have anymore questions, please dont b afraid to send me an ask abt it! NOW THAT THATS OVER WITH, may i have the help of a few people to pass this flyer around? (a promo)

@pink-sugar @akitoyatism @nomkiwi @toyatenmacanon @honeyedfem

@ubelaces @ipcventurine @lavendergalactic @gwosted @furinacide

@angelesse @llocket @fuwamoco-s @kiochisato @creepysp4ghetti

[wabatle]

「 ✦ 2024 Flufftober ✦ 」

Hello! I'll do a little postponing on my 300 event (i have no ideas) so we can do a flufftober event!

I'll write something for each day of this month, though some may be late. It may end up carrying into November a little bit, but please bear with me.

Send requests for fics to for me to write! I'll write for any of the things in my rules for requesting, so go ahead and pick a character from there!

Feel free to give me a date with your character as well! It may end up already taken, but if you want a specific date I'd be happy to list it! (Ex. For Oct 21st, can you do Kaiser?)

Rules are simple -> be polite, no NSFW or very suggestive, have fun

If it's possible, try not to request a character that's already been requested. I can make some exceptions depending on who is requested and as long as the genre is different, but it really all depends on who. Sorry in advance!

List and genres below cut! (Make sure you read to the end for all info. If you don't care that's okay too.)

✓ - done, will be linked | 𖦹 - self indulgent

Oct. 1st - Chigiri Hyoma (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 2nd - Ego Jinpachi (mints) ✓

Oct. 3rd - Belphegor (marshmallow) ✓

Oct. 4th - Alexis Ness (smarties) ✓

Oct. 5th - Meguru Bachira (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 6th - Lucifer (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 7th - Rin Itoshi (sour patch kids) ✓

Oct. 8th - Airi Momoi (sour patch kids) ✓ (deleted)

Oct. 9th - Seishiro Nagi (mints) ✓

Oct. 10th - Sae Itoshi (marshmallow) ✓

Oct. 11th - Diavolo (Gummy worms) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 12th - Michael Kaiser (chocolate) ✓

Oct. 13th - Asmodeus (marshmallow) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 14th - Mizuki Akiyama (reverse gummy worms) ✓ (deleted)

Oct. 15th - Mammon (smarties) ✓

Oct. 16th - Barbatos (marshmallow) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 17th - Reo Mikage (marshmallow) ✓

Oct. 18th - Lucifer (marshmallow) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 19th - Beelzebub (smarties) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 20th - Satan (marshmallow) 𖦹 ✓

Oct. 21st - Michael Kaiser (mints) 𖦹 ✓

If you want a specific genre, ask for these candies!

Marshmallow - Regular fluff

Sour patch kids - Angst/comfort (happy ending)

Gummy worms - Comfort (no angst)

Smarties - School related

Chocolate - Break-up/back together

Mints - Crack/humor

You don't have to choose any of these! You can just request a character if you want.

☆Happy requesting!

Inspo from my one true love @maxident-xx sorry for the new tag bae

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ≫

Welcome to the fourth annual installment of Visions of Temptation - the multifandom kinktober content creation challenge hosted at my blog.

►under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some lesser-known kinks you might encounter above.

███  RULES

▍This challenge features kinktober dialogue & kink prompt lists for everyone over the age of 18.

▍It’s absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

▍You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

▍There are a total of 62 kinks, two for each day of the month of October, and additionally 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to use prompts from one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list - mix and match them if you'd like!

▍Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

▍This challenge won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

▍About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator, me. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me properly :)  

▍In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2023 " !

▍Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

▍Remember to have fun and not stress over this long challenge!

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Revolution; Ikemen Sengoku; Ikemen Genjiden; Ikemen Villains + other cybird games); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot 23 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

Kink list:

Day 1 - Oct 1st - Cowgirl Position | Doggy Style

Day 2 - Oct 2nd - Biting/Marking | Dacryphilia

Day 3 - Oct 3rd - Angry Sex | Vanilla Sex

Day 4 - Oct 4th - Jealousy/Possessiveness | Voyeurism

Day 5 - Oct 5th - Spit-roasting | Double Penetration

Day 6 - Oct 6th - Sex Toys/Object Insertion | Glove Kink/Uniform Kink

Day 7 - Oct 7th - Public Sex/Outdoor Sex | Sex in a vehicle

Day 8 - Oct 8th - Facesitting | Deep-throating

Day 9 - Oct 9th - Praise Kink | Degradation

Day 10 - Oct 10th - Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Day 11 - Oct 11th - Frottage | Accidental Stimulation

Day 12 - Oct 12th - Bondage | S&M

Day 13 - Oct 13th - Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs | Begging

Day 14 - Oct 14th - First Times | Guided Touching

Day 15 - Oct 15th - Shower Sex/Bathtub Sex | Scent Kink

Day 16 - Oct 16th - Pegging | Choking

Day 17 - Oct 17th - Anonymous sex/One night stand | FWB

Day 18 - Oct 18th - Omegaverse/Breeding | Size Difference Kink

Day 19 - Oct 19th - Phone Sex | Wet Dreams

Day 20 - Oct 20th - Oral Sex | Anal Sex

Day 21 - Oct 21st - Not Wearing Underwear | Sexy lingerie

Day 22 - Oct 22nd - Mirror Sex | Striptease

Day 23 - Oct 23rd - Coming Untouched | Overstimulation

Day 24 - Oct 24th - Against the Wall | Bent Over a Table/Desk

Day 25 - Oct 25th - Morning Sex | Edging/Orgasm Denial

Day 26 - Oct 26th - Body Worship | Aftercare

Day 27 - Oct 27th - Temperature Play | Knife Play/Gun Play

Day 28 - Oct 28th - Impact Play | Food Play

Day 29 - Oct 29th - Nipple Play | Body Part Fetish

Day 30 - Oct 30th - Dirty Talk/Voice Kink | Come Fetish/Creampie

Day 31 - Oct 31st - Monsterfucking/Non-human Characters | Sexual Roleplay

Dialogue list:

"Sorry, I was just thinking of all the ways I can ravage you."

"Open wide and let me see."

"It can wait. I must have you now."

"Don't play innocent now. I know you want this."

"Lie down and let me love your body."

"You let out such beautiful sounds when I touch you here."

"I can keep you right where you are all day."

"Does it excite you that we can get caught any second?"

"Time for revenge."

"I'll take good care of you. I'll be gentle."

"You're not the one giving orders here."

"You've got a pretty mouth. It'll look even better pleasing me."

"Feel it. You did this to me."

"Where else do you want me to touch you?"

"Oh, but it's so fun to make you beg."

"You poor thing, you're shaking with pleasure."

"Should I bend you over this table? Is this what you want?"

"I need you to be quiet." "Make me."

"Mark me so everyone knows I belong to you."

"You're shameless, seducing me at such a time."

"Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."

"Oh, that's a new reaction. I like it."

"I'll spoil you rotten until you can't take it anymore."

"That's a dangerous game you're playing."

"How does it feel when we both please you at the same time?"

"All this and you still want more?"

"Maybe if you try asking nicely, I'll fuck you."

"I can't stand you sometimes. And I want you so bad."

"I love that dirty brain of yours."

"If only you could see yourself now."

"I already want to fuck you again."

some prompts explained...

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes. An idea is person A catching person B masturbate accidentally but lingering by the door just a little longer...

Frottage - Rubbing against another person's body/part of the body.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Dacryphilia - Crying during sex.

S/M - Sadism and masochism.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and either anally or vaginally.

Omegaverse - taken from fanlore. org: A kink trope wherein some people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system. 

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

Anonymous sex - Here is an idea: masquerade balls.

FWB - Friends with benefits, no feelings attached.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or spanking for instance.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[cosmicstarlatte]

ℂ𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔'𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 🔪

18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

FANDOMS: Obey Me! ⬦ Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠️NOTE OCT.9: Things are slightly delayed due to personal reasons but I'm gonna knock these out before any other works ever get started.

Dec.11- So that was a lie lol. *looks at my lil blurbs*

Anyway, I'll just put this on pause, I still love the ideas. Lucifers fic is technically done at 3k+ but I am not fully happy with it (it's my first ever long fic!!!), I think it still needs some improvement before release. >.<

Welcome to my first ever kinktober, I'm nervous but overall pleased to participate even if it's something small. ^^' Excited to bring you new fics this October!

Bonus for Obey Me: Request a nsfw hc, look here~

MASTERLIST.

⬦— FORBIDDEN FRUIT.︱Lucifer (Obey Me!)

OCTOBER 4TH. Delayed hoping by end of this month. — Dad's Best Friend! Lucifer, Age Gap, Daddy Kink, GN!Reader (Dia's Kid) You'd tell yourself through out the years that it was only a small crush...but your heart & mind always wandered back to him.

⬦— BLOOD MARK.︱Choso Kamo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

OCTOBER 11TH. Hoping by the end of this or next month. — Blood play, Cutting, Knife Play, Possessive, F!Reader Choso needs to mark you. He needs to make you his. You'd look so beautiful with his name etched on your skin.

⬦— ENVY.︱Leviathan (Obey Me!)

OCTOBER 18TH. Hoping by the end of this or next month. — Cheating, Cucking Lucifer, GN!Reader You were always torn between Lucifer & Levi but ultimately chose the eldest & now remain neglected. You find it hard to resist the very sweet, still pining otaku.

⬦— SWEETHEART.︱Toji Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)

OCTOBER 25TH. Hoping by the end of this or next month. — CNC/Dubcon, Corruption, F!Reader Such a pretty innocent little thing. Toji loves to hear you say "no"...until all you're saying is "yes".

EXTRAS.

If I write anything else in October, I'll list it here. ^^

⬅Back to Masterlist (mega) ◇ Pinned Post ➡

⬅OM! Flufftober'23

[rumicworldweek]

Welcome to Rumic World Week 2023! To celebrate Rumiko Takahashi´s 45 year long career and her birthday the event will run from October 4th to October 10th.

Prompts:

DAY 1 ♦ OCT 4TH -> favourite manga and/or anime

DAY 2 ♦ OCT 5TH -> favourite chapter or episode

DAY 3 ♦ OCT 6TH -> favourite main character

DAY 4 ♦ OCT 7TH -> favourite dynamic

DAY 5 ♦ OCT 8TH -> favourite secondary character

DAY 6 ♦ OCT 9TH -> favourite scene or quote

DAY 7 ♦ OCT 10TH -> free choice ♦ Happy Birthday Rumiko Takahashi!

Alternative prompts for writers and artists. Or anyone that doesn’t feel inspired by the previous ones.

DAY 1 ♦ OCT 4TH -> pre canon

DAY 2 ♦ OCT 5TH -> smile / laughter

DAY 3 ♦ OCT 6TH -> missing moment

DAY 4 ♦ OCT 7TH -> alternative universe

DAY 5 ♦ OCT 8TH -> hurt / comfort

DAY 6 ♦ OCT 9TH -> festival

DAY 7 ♦ OCT 10TH -> free choice

To participate mention @rumicworldweek in your post and/or tag your post with #rumicworldweek.

The prompts were chosen in order to encourage everyone to participate.

You’re free to combine the two lists or pick only one or alternate between the two.

You can combine the days or skip some. You can choose which manga/anime to use for each prompt. Ranma can be your favourite main and Rinne your favourite manga.

Any type of participation is welcome. Drabbles, graphics, fanarts, gifs, fanfics, playlists, scans, colorings… text posts explaining why Ranma is your favourite character. Everything will be reblogged here. Feel free to send an ask if your post wasn’t reblogged.

If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask!

[froggibus]

- kinktober & fall 2024 -

— horror movie mania!

a hybrid of kinktober fun & october fluff

so excited for our second year of kinktober! last year i got burnt out from writing so much smut, so this year i'm breaking it up w some fun fall fluff (in pink!) every couple days ^^

masterlist | kinktober 2023

our theme this year is: horror movies! i am a big fan & thought it would be a fun little thing to do! not all of these are traditionally considered horror movies (more like thrillers!) but they fit the vibe so they're included ^^ MDNI with kinktober content.

happy haunting!

WEEK 1 — OCT. 1ST TO OCT. 8TH

Oct. 1st - Poltergeist (Sex Pollen)

— Cole Cassidy

Oct. 2nd - Scary Movies

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 3rd - Friday The 13th (Knife Play)

— Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Oct. 4th - Baking Together

— Overwatch Men + Venture

Oct. 5th - Happy Death Day (Overstimulation)

— Leon S Kennedy

Oct. 6th - Pumpkin Patch

— Mammon

Oct. 7th - Ginger Snaps (Werewolf! AU)

— Venture

Oct. 8th - Halloween (Breeding)

— Dick Grayson & Wally West

WEEK 2 — OCT. 9TH TO OCT. 16TH

Oct. 9th - Spree (Road Sex)

— Racer! Satoru Gojo

Oct. 10th - Nightmare on Elm Street (Incubus)

— Mammon

Oct. 11th - Bonfire

— Wally West

Oct. 12th - Predator (Hunting)

— Ramattra

OCT 13th - American Psycho (Futanari)

— CEO! Widowmaker

Oct. 14th - Thanksgiving

— Logan Howlett

Oct. 15th - Ghostbusters (Hypnosis)

— Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Oct. 16th - Pumpkin Carving

— Jason Todd

WEEK 3 — OCT 17TH TO OCT 24th

Oct. 17th - Costume Shopping

— Valorant Boys

Oct. 18th - Hocus Pocus (Cherry Chasing)

— Witch! Mercy

Oct. 19th - Haunted House

— Obey Me! Brothers

OCT 20th - Dracula (Vampire! AU)

— Hanzo Shimada

Oct. 21st - Apple Picking

— JJK Boys

Oct. 22nd - The Conjuring (Spectrophilia)

— Ghost! Suguru Geto

Oct. 23rd - Fall Carnival

— Marvel Boys

Oct. 24th - Scream (Ghostface! AU)

— Jason Todd & Roy Harper

WEEK 4 — OCT 25th TO OCT 31st

Oct. 25th - Haunted Hayride

— Genshin Boys

Oct. 26th - Pet Sematary (Possession)

— Logan Howlett

Oct. 27th - Trick or Treating

— Choso Kamo

Oct. 28th - The Purge (Gun Play)

— Wade Wilson

Oct. 30th - Scent Kink (w/ @ficsforgaza)

— Beelzebub

Oct. 31st - Halloween Party

— DC Boys

(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)