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[oraclekleins]

hello, can you write Joost Klein x musician!reader where Joost and reader met at a mutual friend's party and they hit it off? And they start to develop feelings after a while of being friends!!!

thank you for the request, anon!

Good Luck, Babe!

Joost Klein/Musician!Reader

Fluff, Crushes, 1983 era Joost :-) + Reader is BFFs with Appie!

In the warm summer air, you embrace the night; sprawling out your fingers to trace the stars. The soft glow of string lights from above illuminate the beer you’re nursing in your hands, a dull chill spreading through your palms. You listen to the sound of your own breath in the silence, aside from the soft hum of fire from the pit in front of you, slow and a little raspy. The door to Apson’s house swings open and then closes. It was nice of Appie to invite you in the first place - you never could thank him enough for trying to involve you in his friend group. Usually, you’d politely decline the invitation, not quite having made it past the step of hyping yourself up in the mirror, promising it’d be a good night.

You remind yourself that this was practice for the stage. How were you supposed to perform if you couldn’t even manage to go to one of your best friend’s parties? Grimacing at the thought, you roll your shoulders, a sigh passing from your lips. Apson was the first one to have given your music a chance, having been sat on your bed as you wrote your lyrics, pushing your journal towards him after each edit. He would hum any sort of tune to catch your words, give you some sort of inspiration. It’s easy to be around him, it just feels right ; which happens to make the fear of making a good impression around his friends much worse.

A hand finds your shoulder, heavy and welcoming. You can smell his cologne before he speaks, saccharine and earthy. “Need to go get another case of beer, you coming with?” Apson grins, already tugging you along.

“Of course, yeah,” you’re starting to reply, nearly tripping down the porch steps, your arm catching another body in its stagger for balance. 

His face is a bit mousey, grin curious and friendly. “Careful!” He teases, trailing after Apson. He glances back to you - like he’s making sure you’re following, a bit hesitant. You’re well aware of who he is, having seen hundreds of pictures of him and Appie together, flicking through their stories in a muted envy. Joost .

Appie releases you from his grip once you’re tugging at the passenger side door, Joost trailing after you. “Long time no see,” he says, sugary and faint, dying out into a giggle. 

You climb into the car. He’s fumbling between buckling his seatbelt and throwing Appie’s collection of mess from the backseat into the trunk. 

“You were at Appie’s birthday party, right?” You reply, fidgeting with your hands, beer long abandoned on the side of Apson’s porch. 

Joost looks towards you. “Yeaahh,” he drags out the ah , dramatically. You can tell that he’s doing it to make you laugh, searching for your smile after. “I remember you. The singer!” The singer. You can't help but wonder how much you told him, 6 shots deep and in desperation to look like a good, talented friend. The label makes you a little sick, but you nod.

“You as well? I think I saw your album on Instagram - it was good, really good,” the fabric of your shirt is sticking to your chest, cotton-stiff and uncomfortable. You turn to roll down the window, the still heat wavering in the backseat. 

“Appie! AC?” You whine a bit, tapping at the driver’s seat.

Apson pauses from sticking his keys into the ignition, glaring at you through the mirror. "Roll down the window! I gotta start the car, man."

You sigh, giving up as your back hits the carseat.

Joost glances over again, fiddling with his phone case. "Really cool you saw my stuff. Now I gotta hear yours, okay?" He offers you an earbud, wire already stuck into his phone.

You feel a little nauseous.

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It hadn't taken long for you and Joost to connect after the party. Embarrassingly enough, when you had gotten his follow request, days passed before you finally accepted it and sent a message. It became a lot easier to speak with him, bonding over being independent artists.

Of course, every glimpse of him on your feed had snuck into your dreams, slipping through them like the moonlight in your window. You're startled awake, chest heaving from the thought of his face. Fingers threading through his blonde strands, tangling them and curling them around your knuckle. The thought feels like praying, knelt at the altar, eager for your next glimpse.

You wondered if he knew.

"You're an up and coming, for serious," he would blurt out after every sneak of music you showed him. The endless praise for your work cycled into daily conversation, asking to see what you were working on- or if he could help with anything.

You couldn't help but wonder how long this dance between you two would go, when every touch became an apology for being too shy. When you could lace your fingers with his, joking about the size of your hands, yet too nervous to nestle your face into the crook of his neck.

You feel homesick when his arm isn't wrapped around your shoulder, peeking over your phone to see what you're doing rather than talking to him. He always knows how to make you look up, smile, giddy just to get a reaction.

When he confesses his 'silly', unripe feelings - it feels like the sky itself had opened up and sang for you.

[castlefly]

this took a bit! I just wanted to try a little thing from the new update!

spoilers below VVVV

(tw derealization)

[forlorn-crows]

you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words. 

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch. 

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look. 

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner. 

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls. 

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last. 

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole. 

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes. 

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out. 

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue. 

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal. 

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand. 

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt. 

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm. 

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand. 

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders. 

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all. 

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs. 

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love. 

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach. 

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?” 

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck. 

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

[pinkpastels113]

I offer the challenge: write a short in a fandom of your choosing inspired ny the title or lyrics of either When the Party's Over by Billie Eillish or All American Queen by Ben Platt.

Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

The reason why Vi walked out of there so quickly, with rain pattering onto her hair and dripping down her shoulders and soaking into her clothes, was because she knows that she's no good for Caitlyn. Caitlyn, and her big, fancy, shiny, house, that Vi has no place to be in, no matter how gentle Caitlyn had caressed her cheek and attentively listened to her childhood story of bonding with her sister.

"What about us?" Cait had asked, with that wide vulnerable look in her eyes that Vi had grown to be fond of. It hurts to turn her down like that, to disappoint that trust and hope that Cait had for some wild unfathomable reason placed upon Vi; but it's better to do it like this, Vi thinks, to be the one to cut it off before things get out of hand (as it always does for people around her), inevitably ending up with Vi losing someone else that she had grown close to.

"Wasn't meant to be. Oil and water." And it was true, too, because Cait is from Piltover and Vi... from the opposite of that. So that is why she left, before Cait had a chance to properly register what exactly happened and catch up to her, because there is a part of her who is (pretty) sure that if Cait did she would fell to her knees and beg her to take her back.

Vi can't afford to lose another.

*****

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Caitlyn is bandaging up Vi's injuries again.

She's scared, to fall for her. Well, even more so, since she's pretty sure that she has already dipped her entire foot in that deep and terrifying ocean of feelings. It's just that... Vi keeps leaving, and Cait couldn't afford to lose someone else that she loves, leaving another empty hole in her chest.

One was enough. One is enough; please, it has to be.

(Her father is slipping through her fingers, too, fast and unavoidable like quicksand.)

She bites her lip, applying the healing ointment after tenderly cleaning up the blood on Vi's knuckles.

"I hate it when you hurt yourself like this."

Vi's huffs a laugh, a leg bent at the knee as she leans against the wall. "Kind of unavoidable when you get into a fight, Cupcake."

"Well, don't get into fights unnecessarily, then."

She tears off a part of her blouse (it was too frilly, anyway) to tie it around Vi's hand. It'll have to do until they return to Caitlyn's place. She's used the bandages that were available on Vi's abdomen and arms. Hefting a resigned sigh, she carefully brushes a finger across the newly covered knuckles.

"But they were saying shitty things about you, Cait. I had to beat them up."

Don't you know too much already? I'll only hurt you if you let me Call me friend but keep me closer (call me back) And I'll call you when the party's over

[gofionaonthem]

@sickness-health-all-that-shit​ asked Ian + Bold and Bright

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

how about a spooky salecrow? hes such an edge lord

Here ya go! Had so much fun with this one!! <3

[braveasnouns]

which sweet tooth show character are you quiz

this is probably not accurate at all but it was fun to make! share who y'all get if you want!

[whenthegoldrays]

🎵

“A Year Without Rain” - Selena Gomez & The Scene

”But Not For Me - Vocal Version” - Chet Baker

“Western Wind” - Carly Rae Jepsen

“Alpine Green” - Jolé

“Backwards” - Cannons

Send me a “♫” and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a 5 song playlist

[supermarine-silvally]

ArtFight attack for @bloglop!! Here is Mila with an important missive for the acting commander of 2nd division of the Whitebeard Pirates~

I am ✨Obsessed✨ with Mila's design she is so cute 🥹 10/10 would draw again sometime

also drawing those roses for Yara's dress nearly killed me, never doing that again LOL

Ace's letter is below the cut!

Dear Yara, I finally caught wind of Teach! Him and his miserable little crew have reportedly been in the area. (One only needs to follow the stench of betrayal). If I’m lucky, I should be able to intercept him somewhere around Banaro Island. You can tell Pops that the score is about to be settled, and then I’ll be on my merry way back home and into your wonderful arms (and you can also tell Pops that I’ll accept whatever punishment he offers for storming away like that. Two months of barnacle duty is well worth letting Thatch’s soul rest). Dunno how long it’s going to take me to capture the bastard, so I’ve enlisted the help of this nice delivery girl to make sure the letter reaches you as soon as possible. Please tip her well! Miss you lots and hopefully see you soon! Keep your pretty eyes on the horizon for the Striker. Love, Ace P.S. xoxoxo <— just a teeny fraction of all the hugs and kisses you’re going to get the second I return, sweetheart.

[milaghoul]

HIIIII MILAAAAAAA 💜

if I’m not too late for your sketch requests i would adore some toge doodles from you 🫶

Thank you Jelliiiee <3

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Whatever you think Perty would give me 💙

~⭐️

[boyswillbebutch]

HIIIII idk. If you prefer DnDads stuff or ocs but I have a red pill and a blue pill.

Darryl Wilson in any way shape or form or this. Fucking bird

( Her name is Vali and she's a Laysan Albatross Harpy... Ignore her empty ref sheet )

AND IF YOU WANT TO DO NEITHER. THATS CHILL MAN. THUMBS UP.

HIHI!! I have no skill in drawing darryl wilson so have a Vali!! HER DESIGN IS SO PRETTY! I’m not sure that I did her justice but hope you like! Also the design might be a tad messed up since it looked like she had a blue stripe on her lip but I’m not sure :]

[sea-salt-sticks]

baldr playlist to relax/succumb to the darkness to

[itsnotreal]

cuddle

Louis puts his car in park, grabs the brown paper bag from his seat and gets out. He makes his way up to the front door, locking his car with a beep on his trek up the stairs. He knocks three times and waits with a sheepish smile on his face.

The door swings open to reveal Harry wrapped in a blanket with a tissue stuffed up his nose. “Oh, god.” He quickly removes the tissue, face flushing bright red. “I thought you were Niall. Um. What are you doing here?”

Louis holds the bag up, smile soft. “I brought you soup. Figured I could keep you company? Maybe have a little cuddle?”

“Lou, ‘m sick.” He grumbles.

Louis laughs softly, “Yes, I am aware. But, if we’re gonna do this whole serious dating thing… I think we’ll see each other in much worse predicaments.”

Harry assesses him, eyes falling on the bag in his hands. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna get you sick.”

Louis rolls his eyes and steps past the threshold. “One hundred percent. Think I’d do just about anything you asked, honestly.”

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.