#id loop the song over and over again

[leafuxxtea]

cw ⚠️ blood

"I just laughed as if I was crying

All eyes on me, a lying deepfaker"

smth smth mikoto kayano

(redraw of that frame from nisekao by yama down below)

[bogos-bint3d]

i’m curious, what are your thoughts on this video? i watched it recently and thought it was really interesting (particularly the “undyne is a bullfighter” part, i hadn’t actually thought of that/heard that before)

*sees ask* ooh is this the video I think it is?

*clicks link* OH BOY IT IS! :D

I find it really interesting! It makes me really happy to see a video that goes more in-depth with her in comparison to some of the videos I've seen in the past. I even have it saved to my undertale theory playlist! With music and leitmotifs being so central to the game itself and how people perceive it, I think the points brought up are all really fascinating and do a lot to let us know about Undyne, as when done properly music is such a good way to teach us about a character

Overall I really love it! There are a couple things I could add to it if I had time and stuff to properly arrange my thoughts, but it doesn't really add much to what's already been said. A good video I recommend giving a watch if you're interested in music or just Undyne in general

[mydarlingclaudia]

you wanna guess the color of my underwear

note : divider is from @/anitalenia. I wrote this because I listened to that Charli and Billie song on loop and couldn’t get it out of my head AND I ONLY FOUND IT THIS MORNING UGHHH this is literally just smut. I also kinda already wrote something like this but I love pussy eater Leon he’s real in my head. mdni

wc : 1k

tags : @lottiies

desc : Leon just loves eating you out. smut!! - oral (f receiving), not proofread, fem!reader, ID!Leon

Leon always paid the utmost attention to you when the two of you were alone. It didn’t even stop there, he’d send you gifts if he could when he was away, always adding a note to let you know how badly he missed you. Other times just finding a way to call you and let you know how badly he wanted to come back home.

And he was eager, too. Even better.

You and Leon must’ve been dating for two years by now, he knows he’s handsome, you couldn’t help but feed his ego day by day. Although, when he’d come home from a mission he’d be stuck in his own head and a lot of the time it was your job to get him out of it. It never took long, you’re pretty sure he’d do anything for you, especially when it comes to making you happy.

Leon’s always ready to get on his knees for you, too. Once again, even better.

You didn’t even have to ask for him to eat you out most of the time. It’s like it was the first thing in his mind when it came to making you feel good, or proving how badly he missed you, maybe even just doing it because he loved having his head buried between your legs.

He’s quick to work happy to please you for as long as you’re willing to let him. The achey jaw and sore knees come with the job.

He doesn’t even wait to get you inside the house today, he’s got you laid out in the backseat of his car, kneeling down o the floor between your legs. The angles odd, but he makes it work.

Leon hasn’t really even done anything yet, just holding your thighs in place atop of his shoulders as he licks over the center of your panties, the skirt you previously wore tossed aside somewhere in the car, he’s still in the suit he wore to work today. This has been going on for five minutes, not that you minded, he bought you these panties for a reason. You’ve been a bit of a tease since before the two of you even slept together, this problems only grown since you found out he’s obsessed with you.

Leon looks up at you through his eyelids all the while, stopping for a plot second to shoot you a smirk.

“You gonna keep me waiting?” You ask him, moving your thighs to adjust the position you’re laying in, only for his grip to tighten.

“No, ma’am.” Leon licks over the wet patch on your panties one more time before he lets go of your thighs and leans back. He takes his left hand, pulling your panties to the side. Leon’s other hand pushes your thighs a bit further apart, then trailing down to let his thumb rub against your slit. His thumb slips between your folds to gently pull them apart, you study his face carefully, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb rubs over your clit.

Leon swallows before he spits onto your already wet cunt, continuing to use his thumb to tease your clit and rub his spit around.

“Don’t take too long,” You mumble, following it with a small giggle. Leon smiles at you, his movements stopping so he can move his hands to help angle your hips up a bit.

“You know I always take care of you.” He whispers, his mouth is on you not even a second later, dragging his tongue through your folds and sucking greedily. The moan you let out is almost embarrassing, your hands go up to dig your palms in your eyes as he continues to lap up your arousal.

Leon’s gotten better at eating you out over the years, you never complained much, previous boyfriends you had had refused to even do this, Leon found that ridiculous. But having his face stuffed between your legs at least once a week was an amazing feeling.

You whine when Leon pulls off of you the tiniest bit, letting your arms fall to the sides of your head as he peppers kisses up and down your slit.

“Taste so good,” He murmurs against your heat, his kisses becoming a bit sloppier as his tongue slips out once again. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Your voice is all breathy when you say it. You gasp when his thumbs push your folds apart again, pressing his face further into your cunt as he sucks and licks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit.

This time, one of your hands makes its way into his hair, holding him against you. Leon’s chuckle is muffled against your pussy, you can feel his drool and your juices coating your sensitive flesh, your back arches as his tongue probes against your hole. His movements only get more aggressive after that.

You whine out his name, he hums against your skin and turns his attention to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running over it with his tongue.

“Jesus, L-Leon- fuck-!” You moan, your grip on his hair tightens and you hear him groan, but he doesn’t let off.

“I know,” His voice is still muffled, “C’mon.”

Leon continues to urge you on, you can’t find any words to respond with, the only noises coming from your throat being moans and whimpers. You cum into his waiting mouth not even two minutes later, he still doesn’t pull away from you.

After he’s sure you’re all cleaned up, he presses one more kiss to your cunt before he pulls your panties back over, giving your clothed heat a soft slap. Leon rests his arms over your thighs and looks up at you as you sit yourself up, his face is all wet, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re my favorite girl.” His voice is a bit rough, you love it.

“I better be.” You pant softly, bringing one of your hands up to run over his tousled hair. Leon’s hands move to run up and down your sides, giving you a soft squeeze.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah,”

“I’ll help you up. Let’s go, pretty girl.”

[anemoiashifts]

why you should stop consuming media if you want to shift.

where your attention goes, is where energy will follow. the more you focus on something, the more real it becomes.

⭑.ᐟ i made a post a while ago saying “why you should get off social media if you want to shift”. id like to expand upon that a little more. so, here’s a “why you should stop consuming media” or at the very least “why you should consume media carefully”.

you are being programmed through everything — social media, music lyrics, television, advertising, the news. this is why meta wants tiktok b@nn3d so badly. its taking away their ability to control & their influence upon you because average people spend more time on tiktok then anything else. this can be extended to news networks because more and more people are using it as news sources. media, not just social, need your attention in order to program you. as someone who has taken classes marketing, the core of what my class was, was teaching someone to be the best manipulator. my professor said to always “play on people’s emotions”. anything that has the ability to take your attention away & live in a negative & distracted stake, is taking away your ability to create the life you want to live. a lot of — if not everything — is about power & controlling you for someones benefit.

taking this into account, you can now begin to understand why television shows are called television programs. it is programming you to think & behave & make purchases. for example, the human mind does not know the difference between real & fake. if something provokes an emotion out of you — that emotion it is still real, even it was brought on by fiction. the human brain cannot truly comprehend fiction. this is why people form such emotional attachments to fictional characters because our brains cannot distinguish that they are a character or a scenario is not real.

power comes from your attention & what you focus on; what emotion it provokes.

₊˚⊹♡ why is this relevant ?

your thoughts & feelings create your reality.

by waking up every morning after a shifting attempt & saying “i didn’t shift, im not in my desired reality” is what you’re affirming to yourself. when you roll over & scroll on your phone, you are taking your attention away from persisting that you are in the wish fulfilled. you aren’t focusing on that you have already shifted. every shifting tiktok video is affirming that you aren’t in your desired reality. it’s reinforcing that idea of “you’ll shift tonight” “who would do this in your desired reality” “___ in my desired reality” — that you are still here. it’s hardly ever said “you’ve already shifted” on tiktok. again, this circles back to “playing on people’s emotions” — desperation & excitement. keeping people in a loop of shifting content instead of actually wanting to experience it for yourself. i will admit, practically everyone is guilty of this — self included. it definitely doesn’t come from a place of malice & i doubt it’s always intentional on anyone’s part but it’s something to consider that every shifting video you come across is a reminder that you haven’t shifted yet.

limit what you consume. for example, if you keep listening to a sad song, you’re going to be sad & pulled back into a time in your life that no longer serves you. it removes you from the present. the brain has no concept of time as it is a man-made idea. by eliminating media entirely (or limiting / being mindful of what is being fed to you & taking nothing at face value), you are getting that power back.

media keeps you distracted. it keeps you focused on other things & not your manifestations. it constantly brings back you into the 3d. the longer you’re focused on the 3d, the further away you will be removed from your manifestations & you will be pulled into things that fuel others desires.

[autisticlenaluthor]

Hi, my name is Rory, I’m going to the Eras Tour in Amsterdam on July 5th and if you guys could somehow help me get this to @taylorswift / @taylornation - it would mean so much to me

Three years ago, I went from being perfectly healthy, to watching my body and my health rapidly deteriorate. My entire world got turned upside down— I lost the ability to eat, drink, and even stand for more than a few minutes.

I don't remember much from when I first got sick. But I know I listened to Mr Perfectly Fine on a loop almost every day because it was the only song that could capture how I felt. I've known and loved Taylor's music since I was six-years-old and first heard the album Fearless. i remember the first song I ever heard (love story) like it was yesterday; but somewhere during that time, her music became like therapy for me.

Since 2021, I've been diagnosed with three incurable diseases. two of these are rare, and one is predicted to only get worse with time. I've spent countless days inpatient on the peds floor receiving treatment, tests, and surgeries. And through all of it-- I've leaned heavily on Taylor's music.

My mom bought our Era's tour tickets last summer during the Europe pre-sale. I was in the hospital at the time and immediately told all of my nurses, doctors, dietitians and basically anyone who came into my room, that a year from then, i'd be seeing taylor swift. Whenever I could get out of bed, I was in the playroom with my child life specialists, making friendship bracelets to give out to other Swifties at the show. The thought of going to the Eras Tour singlehandedly kept me going through the hardest time of my life. And it's kept me going ever since.

Months later, I was hospitalized again, right before the release of 1989 TV. I'd been admitted the day after seeing The Eras Tour Movie in theaters (I was in theater 13, row 13!!) and I remember being so relieved that I hadn't had to miss it.

I had become known by most of the nurses as "the Taylor Swift girl” and the night before another procedure, I stayed up until midnight with everyone else so I could listen to 1989 TV. Hearing those songs-- I felt the happiest I'd been in so long. I felt normal again. I was sick and I was alone but I was connected to every other person who'd stayed up with me and that feeling was indescribable.

Taylor gave that to me, and so much more.

Over the course of my journey, I've listened to Sparks Fly to keep me calm while my doctors inserted feeding tubes down my nose. Whenever I have to be put under anesthesia, I have a nurse put her music on shuffle so I can listen to it as I fall asleep. When I had my big surgery in December, the last thing I remember was Bad Blood playing in the OR and saying "this is a funny song to have surgery to".

All of this is to say, Taylor has given me strength and hope during the worst part of my life, and she continues to do so. Her music is truly everything to me and getting to go the the Era's Tour is already a dream come true on it's own. And if it's possible - being able to receive the 22 hat and give Taylor a friendship bracelet would make all of that pain feel worth it. It would mean everything to me.

if you could reblog this and tag @taylorswift and @taylornation I'd appreciate that so much!! thank you to everyone whose read this far, and everyone whose shared this <3

EDIT: I’m going to be in section 119, row 20, seat 11

also if anyone is interested, I included some pics of the mentioned moments below the cut!

seeing the eras tour movie the day before having to be admitted, and then making friendship bracelets for tour in the hospital

the mirrorball is hung in my room for good luck

the bracelets i’d started making in the hospital, right after getting the tickets

and the day of the 1989 TV release - id stayed up until midnight to listen to the album, and then had my anesthesiologist play ‘Style’ for me to play while they put me out for my procedure

[cherrymogai]

[ID: A seven striped flag. The top three stripes are spiky, the bottom three are bumpy, and the center stripe is intersected by red cage-like bars. The stripes are maroon, dark red, red, bluish-black, coral, tangerine, and pale yellow. On the left flag, a circle in the center surrounds a golden symbol; a domed birdcage with folded wings in the shape of a heart. END ID.]

Canaric

(PT: Canaric)

A gender umbrella related to the metaphor of a canary in a coal mine. It feels trapped, like a bad omen meant to warn others of danger but never survive itself. It sings songs to soothe the hearts of the ones it holds dear, even when engulfed in the darkness. Maybe the canary is afraid of its fate, maybe it wants to escape the mine and be free. Or maybe it finds purpose in being the first to go when danger arrives, priding itself on saving people over and over again.

You're always the canary, never the miner. You're not the one who's going to make it out of this alive.

Other themes under this umbrella include:

Martyrdom

Fate, especially tragic fates

Impending doom

Entropy, the sense everything will inevitably fall apart

Being trapped, metaphorically or literally

Loss of freedom and autonomy

Sacrificial devotion that both keeps you going and destroys you

Being doomed by the narrative in some way

Time loops, cycles of violence, and other hopeless situations

Pushing through those situations, even when you know what will happen

CANARIN: Canaric-in-nature Canarine: Equivalent to masculine/feminine Canary: Equivalent to man/woman Nestling: Equivalent to boy/girl Canarynes: Term for genders under this umbrella

Tagging: @radiomogai

[lix-ables]

hyunjin fucking you to the beat of a song he produced

no bcs. hear me out. minors dni, smut includes mentions of unprotected sex, teasing, mentions of the reader being fingered/eating out, fem!reader, slight mentions of overstimulation?, etc.

𝅄 ャ TO THE BEAT – H.HJ

the way the beats of the song match the way his hips move, and with your bodies so in sync – he was lost. his eyes dark and his forehead sweaty, his fingers thread through your hair, gripping it in his hand and an occasional pull to it made you whimper.

the way your shirt was hitched all the way up to your chest exposing your bare skin, the way you held on to his lower back, your nails digging into his skin which made him groan in pleasure.

"that's it darling, there you go. i told you id make you come to the beat," he whispers leaning so close to your ear that he had to hold on to the couch to balance himself over you.

that was the second time that night. the first time, he made sure his fingers were deep in you, the slick sounds being merely just a small background noise to the beats he made.

the leather material felt sticky under you, but that didn't matter. "you should do this often," you hum, as he moves away from you his fingers still tangled with your own and he kneels on the floor in front of you. your chest is heaving, moving up and down while the beats of his new song played in the background, being on a continuous loop.

"making beats?" hyunjin smirked as he spreads your legs wider for better access. "and making me come," you nod smiling, which soon turned your face into that of pleasure as you arch back against the couch, your fingers on his wrist as he continues to torture you by teasing your clit. after a long time of being with him, letting him have his way with you, one thing that made hyunjin hard (again, yes) was watching you come multiple times. and he made sure you knew it too.

"not again, baby... i can't – "

"you can, i'll be right here with you, and you're goin' to be fine, darling," hyunjin mumbles, replacing his fingers with his tongue and his eyes watching your expression for the third time that night. "you're going to be just fine."

god, he loved it when you came.

note. if this becomes a fic, don't blame me. also @comet-falls @hwajin 🤭🤭

[duuhrayliegh]

bartender!eddie x dancer!reader

just an idea i’ve been tossing around, lmk what yall think!!!

okay but imagine that eddie munson finds himself at a burlesque lounge on the sunset strip. he’s immediately entranced by the energy and the music and the women. he absolutely had to get out of hawkins so he made the trek to LA, hoping to find some smidgen of fame with his guitar skills. instead he finds burlesque. he finds the dancing, the jazz, the women, the drinks, the overall ambience and he just knows he has to be apart of it. so he finds the band manager, begs for an audition for the band only to be redirected to the owner who denies his request but offers him a position as a bartender. does he want to be serving drinks? no, but it’s a foot in the door.

so he stays, serving drink after drink, longing to be performing in the band, performing for the hundreds of customers that pay the overpriced cover charge of the burlesque lounge. he makes it a weekly habit to ask if the band needs coverage for the guitarist, and every week the band manager says no. so he falls into a monotonous loop, one that involves him creating cocktails, checking IDs, applying an almost ungodly amount of eyeliner (and subsequently never being able to get it all fully so he looks like a raccoon as he reapplies), acquiring a numerous amount of tattoos from his tips at the bar, continuing to write songs and aching to be on the band stage. 

all of this causes him to slump. he would never admit it of course. but he’s single, in his mid-twenties, working at a bar that is continuously packed with some of the most beautiful people he’s every had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. the best view on the sunset strip with no windows. no way out. he’s slowly finding himself back in the monotony that he was trying to escape from in hawkins. he’s probably about two seconds from putting in his notice when you walk in.

you stroll in, hair bouncing against your shoulders, every bit of you looks like a dream. you stand in front of his station, eyes wide and watching the women dancing. you seem in a trance, the same trance that eddie was when he first witnessed the burlesque lounge. he knows it all too well. he can tell by your general vibe that you’re new to town so he offers you a drink “on the house, baby doll” you blush at the name, your shoulders raising in an effort to shrink yourself. “you from around here?” he knows the answer but he wants a conversation, a connection, a spark, something to make waves. “unless i’ve suddenly transported back to the land of cows and endless nothingness, no i’m not from here” “well dorothy, welcome to the land of oz” he toasts your drink before reluctantly returning to his job. 

two hours later, you emerge from the backstage area, an excited look dawning your features as you approach the bar again. “you might be seeing me around here more often mr. bartender sir” his eyebrows shoot to his hairline as he cleans the wine glass in his hand. “and that would be because?” he prompted your answer while swinging the white towel over his shoulder. “because i have a dance audition” “oh you dance baby doll?” “mostly in the mirror at home, but i know that i can learn really fast” “that what you told ol’ nance up there?” “i did, and she agreed to at least let me audition” he leans against the bar top, his hands coming to rest just beside yours on the dark grain wood. “you’re ambitious, anyone ever told you that?’ he watches your lips curl into a beaming  smile, clearly praise looks good on you “i tell myself that every day” 

your finger taps the tip of his nose before you bounce off the barstool. he watches as you flit out of the door of the bar yelling a quick goodbye over your shoulder. he realizes now that his life is about to get a whole less monotonous with you around and he can’t help but smile about that. 

[slutzyy]

‘TO THE BEAT’

tom kaulitz x reader!

context: smut 18+, unprotected sex, teasing, mentions of the reader being fingered/ eating out, fem!reader, slight mentions of overstimulation?, etc.

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the way the beats of the song match the way his hips move, and with your bodies so in sync - he was lost. his eyes dark and his forehead sweaty, his fingers thread through your hair, gripping it in his hand and an occasional pull to it made you whimper.

the way your shirt was hitched all the way up to your chest exposing your bare skin, the way you held on to his lower back, your nails digging into his skin which made him groan in pleasure.

"that's it darling, there you go. i told you id make you come to the beat," he whispers leaning so close to your ear that he had to hold on to the couch to balance himself over you.

that was the second time that night. the first time, he made sure his fingers were deep in you, the slick sounds being merely just a small background noise to the beats he made.

the leather material felt sticky under you, but that didn't matter. "you should do this often," you hum, as he moves away from you his fingers still tangled with your own and he kneels on the floor in front of you. your chest is heaving, moving up and down while the beats of his new song played in the background, being on a continuous loop.

"making beats?" tom smirked as he spreads your legs wider for better access. "and making me come," you nod smiling, which soon turned your face into that of pleasure as you arch back against the couch, your fingers on his wrist as he continues to torture you by teasing your clit. after a long time of being with him, letting him have his way with you, one thing that made tom hard (again, yes) was watching you come multiple times. and he made sure you knew it too.

"not again, baby... i can't - "

"you can, I'll be right here with you, and you're goin' to be fine, darling," tom mumbles, replacing his fingers with his tongue and his eyes watching your expression for the third time that night. "you're going to be just fine."

god, he loved it when you came.

[remi-harbinger]

SJ reminds me of the song unsweetened lemonade so much i wish i could draw id make an animatic he deserves everything i love him so much ive been looping the song over and over again

[ashintheairlikesnow]

hey hey hey I have had a hell of a day (Actually Hell) because I did too many fun things (a problem apparently) and then also we put up the christmas tree leading to the inevitable christmas tree installation arguments (they pop up every year like clockwork!)

anyway i have been overstimulated and stressed (just want to emphasize that there is NO pressure here whatsoever! id like to avoid any semblance of that actually and I know you're already working on 12 days so take your time) and it would be very cathartic to see chris dealing with similar issues (the Wonderful guy. we are pretty similar.) thanks a lot for reading this, even if you don't write anything !

Sorry this took so long, Anon! I swear I've been trying to get this written for literally almost two months now

CW: Some references to Chris's past, overstimulation, anxiety

"Hey, where did Chris go?" Laken blinks and looks around, but the living room of the house they rent - filled with laughing, happy people - shows no sign of Chris's telltale lavender hair with its new-penny copper roots.

One of Brit's friends just shrugs at them and gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the kitchen. "Dunno. He wandered off a while ago, maybe that way?"

"Oh, okay. Huh." Laken steps back, the circle of laughing people closing up tight as soon as they do. Their dark eyes scan the room, but there's no sign of him.

He'd been doing great - all but holding court, one of the most popular people at the party. He's sort of famous, since the Olympics, and people had been peppering him with questions and compliments, crowding around wanting nothing more than to be friends with the ex-pet who stood up to the bad guys on live TV. They'd seen him dancing, too, the music loud enough to nearly make the walls shake. The easy, unselfconscious dancing they loved in him the most.

He'd seemed to be enjoying himself, at the time, but...

Where has he gone?

They weave around people, stopping to pick up an ornament that has fallen off the tree. The scent of pine is subtle and ever-present, and they carefully work the ornament's little loop back over a branch, ruefully watching a couple of pine needles come loose and drift down. The damn thing is already starting to turn a little brown around its edges, thanks to Laken's roommate having insisted on buying it literally the day before Thanksgiving.

Laken doesn't even celebrate Christmas, not since they stopped going to Mass on Christmas Eve years and years ago. Still, in a house they rent with three others, they're the only one who doesn't at least pay lip service to the holiday.

And even if they don't give a fuck about Christmas, they do like having an excuse to throw a party.

The tinsel wrapped in spirals around, over, and below the ornaments glitters in the light, and the look makes them think of Chris, and how his eyes have always looked just the same, to them, when they're out at night and the moon hits the green of his irises just right.

Their search leads them to Ben, contentedly sitting on the couch, a drink in one hand and his phone in the other, quietly reading something there while the party is in full swing around him. He glances up and then instinctively, immediately, uses a finger to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Hey, Laken. What's up?"

"Is Akio not coming tonight?"

"Oh... no." Ben blushes - it's adorable, and Laken can't help the smile playing around their lips. "He's got some kind of meeting with the gymnastics team, or his coaches? Or... something like that. He said sorry, though."

"Nah, no problem. But, hey, so. Uh, have you seen Chris, like within the last ten minutes or so??"

Someone puts Christmas music on and Laken shudders as they hear that damn 80s pop song start up again. If they have to hear that fucking song one more time...

"Nope. Not in a while." Ben shrugs, taking a drink. Whatever he has in that cup is pinkish-red and probably far more alcoholic than it tastes. Laken's roommate had insisted on a signature cocktail. "You could check outside? Sometimes when there's a lot of people, to Chris it's... too much."

Laken nods, still scanning the crowd, but their stomach knots a little with the first hit of real anxiety. Ben is right, Chris can get overwhelmed by too much noise and movement, but also he's been drinking tonight - they saw the same red punch in a cup in his hands earlier - and he has a tendency to get... hazy, when he drinks. Flirty in ways that aren't natural to him. Willing to let people hug him that he doesn't like, unable to bring himself to stop them. Sometimes his stammer smooths out, which makes people who don't know him feel more comfortable and people who do know him nervous. He starts tipping his head to the side in a way that makes the sweep of his growing-out hair hide the scar on his forehead, biting his lower lip when he smiles. It makes Laken feel a little sick to see it happen and realize Chris doesn't even notice when he's doing it.

The last thing they need is to have to come up with an explanation for Chris losing track of himself again, or why he's eating olives off the charcuterie board Brit brought knowing damn well he'll just go to the bathroom and get sick all over the place again, or... fuck, what if somebody hits on him and he's too drunk to stop it?

That hasn't happened since college, but...

They pull their phone out, uneasily checking for a text, but there's nothing. If he went outside, he'd text, right? He does, he always does. Texts can be easier and Chris is always a little nervous about being outside alone.

He insisted on coming tonight, said he was feeling good lately, but-... what if-...

They flinch when fingers touch their arm, only to see Ben must have stood up when they weren't looking. He slips his own phone into his jacket pocket and looks Laken over more closely. "Hey. It's okay, he's probably fine. You know he gets weird when parties are really going. It's like a light switch, enough to too much, I totally get it. It's why I'm on the couch fucking around on Kindle instead of, you know... talking to people." Ben says it like talking to people is literal hell, and... okay, Laken can see how that might be the case. "He probably just needed to get away from it and wandered off."

"Uh, yeah. I know." Laken rubs at the back of their neck, fingers moving through the soft, shorn undercut beneath their longer black waves. "I'm sure that's it. Just... you know, sometimes he... when he gets nervous..."

"I got you." They adore Ben, sometimes, for how often they don't have to finish the sentences they don't want to say. He knows what words haven't yet spilled, unwilling. Sometimes he acts like he belongs to us, not like he loves us. Sometimes I can't trust him to find his way back on his own. Sometimes I feel like Jake, and I hate feeling like Jake.

Words die in their throat.

Ben squeezes their arm, gently. "Let's split up and search around. I'll go outside, you go around the house, okay? We verify how he is, then whichever one finds him tells the other. Sound good?" Ben smiles, and Laken relaxes a little, finding a smile for him in return.

"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Ben."

"No problem." Ben has always understood Chris, thanks to his little brother being similar in some ways. He understands Laken's worry, too, because better than anyone else here - he knows how Chris sometimes gets lost in his past, especially if he's drinking, worse the maybe twice Laken's ever seen him try an edible or a pill.

What if he got drunk and someone offered him something and he took it? Drunk Chris sometimes isn't a Chris who can easily turn down anything he's offered.

This party was a stupid idea.

Laken takes a deep breath and squares their shoulders.

Chris is not a child.

He is a goddamn grown man and Laken is not his keeper. They're not his parent and they're not a babysitter. They're definitely not his fucking... owner or whatever the bastards that hurt him would have called it. They're his partner. He can handle himself, better than they could if they'd lived his life, and they need to trust him to either know his limits and to get away if he can't say no, or to come to them if he wants to ask for help. Otherwise, they're not any better than the bullshit he's been buried in for longer than he's known them.

Ben goes to check outside, slipping silently out the sliding door onto the back porch where a small crowd has congregated in a cloud of skunky smoke, while Laken heads upstairs, peeking their head in to room after room with no sign of him anywhere. They see some movement under a pile of coats, but that's... definitely not Chris, based on the very female voices who yell at them to give them some fucking privacy, please.

"Sorry, Brit," Laken calls, closing the door tightly. "And, um, Leigh. Just looking for Chris-"

"Well, he isn't in here or we'd have kicked him out already," Brit says, cranky but without any real anger in her voice. Laken doesn't recognize the redhead whose eyes pop up from beneath the pile of coats next to her. "Check a different room."

"Yeah, I will. Uh... keep having fun, I guess-"

"That's the plan! Now leave, please!"

The door latches as they close it, and they exhale. There's one room left, at the end of the hall, and they can hear a familiar murmuring from behind the door when they press their ear up against it.

Laken knocks, rapping gently with their knuckles, and turns the knob when they hear no answer - but no demand to stay out either. The murmuring goes silent. They sigh, and the door swings open, light cutting across the carpet until it reveals their wayward boyfriend.

No one has claimed this bedroom yet, so it's bare and empty except for a couple unpacked cardboard boxes, Brit's exercise bike by the window, a couple of her yoga mats, a laundry basket with a few folded towels, and a bare mattress the last housemate had left behind on the floor when they moved out.

Laken's lips press together, eyes scanning the room. Chris's phone is on the mattress, along with an empty beer bottle, but Chris isn't. "Chris? Cariño?"

A muffled rustling makes them jump, heart in their throat, and then they realize the sound came from the closet, where the folding doors are closed. Laken pulls them open to reveal Chris curled up, knees nearly to his chin, an open bottle clutched in one hand, his chewy necklace in the other. He'd chosen the bat one tonight, and his hand is closed around it in such a tight fist Laken can tell his knuckles are white even in the dark.

Chris doesn't look at them. He's swaying, rocking forward and back, his eyes focused on something far, far away from them. There's red lines on his left wrist, where he's dug his nails in, scratching not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Laken takes a deep breath, shifting into a crouch.

"Talk to me, Chris."

"No." The answer is flat, and they watch his thumb rub over the little nub of the silicone bat's nose, the points of its tiny ears. "No, no, no. No."

At least he's saying it out loud.

That alone makes the knot of anxiety in their chest start to loosen. If he can say no, he isn't gone, maybe just... standing a little farther back, inside his own head, than the surface.

"Okay. Okay, that's fine. No talking, that's fine. Are you okay, baby?" Laken keeps their voice just above a whisper and lays their hand on the wood trim that frames this shitty excuse for a closet, the floor creaking under them. "You... kind of vanished on me, there."

Chris's eyes flick to them and then away again. "Loud," He manages, and he sounds like he's forcing the word out between gritted teeth. Maybe he is. "Too, too, too... too loud. Too much, too... many."

"I guess Ben called it." Laken sighs, pulling out their phone and sending Ben a quick text that they found Chris and everything's fine. they get a thumbs-up in reply almost immediately. Ben must have been as anxious as they are, if he was just watching for their text to come in. "Do you want me to call Jake to come get you, or..."

"No!" He snaps it, and Laken tries not to wince. He's just struggling with the noise of the party, they tell themself, he's not actually angry. Chris almost never gets angry, and even then it's only at himself. Which... is worse, somehow. "No. Just... Quiet, it's... it's it's quiet."

"Right. Do you want me to stay with you? Be quiet with you?"

He shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything else. His mouth moves, but no further sounds come out.

"Chris, did..." They want to ask, did someone say something to you? Sometimes people said things, referenced pets or something in a way that set him off. But even if someone had... he probably wouldn't tell them, at least not now, not when every word seemed to have to filter through layer after layer of self-protection in his mind. "Never mind. Is there anything I can do for you? Water, or..."

He shakes his head. "No. Just. Um. Quiet... quiet, now. Please?"

"Yeah." Laken leans over and presses a kiss to his hair. He tips his head against their lips and they exhale in relief. "I love you, Chris. Come back if you can, but if you can't, that's okay, too. Just don't hurt yourself, okay? Things should start winding down in a couple hours." They take the little plastic bat and push it against the hand that's still scratching at his shoulder, until he takes hold of it again, pressing it against his mouth and running it back and forth, back and forth.

Chris is quiet, but as they open the door to head back into the hallway, they hear a quiet, "Love, love you," from Chris, barely audible.

They smile as they close the door. Down the hall, the sounds of the party hit them like a brick, beckoning them back to the noise and the cheer and the awful fucking Christmas music still blaring at top volume. Someone yells something out and the whole damn crowd cheers, making Laken wince at it feels nearly deafening.

Maybe Chris has the right idea.

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[sunshades]

thinkin about how der schutze is free from his deal bc he forgot his beloved, when (IIRC, cuz I haven’t looked at the canto vi transcript directly) Cathy tried to erase herself and make everyone forget her so Heathcliff can be free from WH/heartbreak (once again, don’t know what she said specifically). Can anyone hear me

HI ANON can i open by saying im sorry i probably spoiled u for the entire canto!! but well since you're already here IM LOSING IT OVER THIS EGO!! IT IS SO GOOD.

when i went back to look at der frei's lc abno log i just went Oh. so this was a long time coming. they've even got extraplanar travel!

in the canto both heathcliff and catherine meet their other selves who offer them the proposition... both are their own "devils", hurting the loved one by hurting themselves. similarly, one of the cgs links heathcliff to the big bird abno, which, ahh....

i really like how outis' magic bullet id story and then der schutze's abno event work around what it means to "sell your soul", both involve the contractee giving up what they love the most in one way or another... i find it very fun that outis undertakes it very confidently- as long as she can return home paying with her life is not too high a price. but for heathcliff having to remember at all is a responsibility, like for der schutze it's easier to forget, it's far less painful to just give in to the "devil".

i think this is also what the erlking id will be like, the one nelly actually calls the devil and the one whose shadow we're already seeing in the WH ids... the worst version of him is the one that gives in to the hate and senseless violence- but the one that remembers wants to do better.

sorry for long post. i like abnos very much and have been listening to the black rider on loop for a couple days since the ego dropped... gives u a cehc song to make u forgive me

[cetra]

OC + Random Associations

[Image ID: A banner for my original character named Killian. To the left is a circle containing a portrait of a saint. Extending from the circle towards the right is a painting of gold stardust against a black backdrop. Towards the middle of the banner is the name “Killian” written in a zany typeface. /End ID.]

thank you @perpetuagf for tagging me to do this!! I went with Killian again sorry i know I'm being really annoying about him 😭🧡 and it was so fun.... ugh... we're so back. Tagging anyone who wants to do it + some of the usual suspects who do the OC thing @dekarios @avallachs @camelliagwerm @gwynbleidd @mightymizora @mythrae @sleepsvessel @dragonssxheart @latenna @dekariosgale @euryalex @loveofdetail @nightwardenminthara @stwaidwen @glamfellens @margaritalaux-antille @killerspinal @bladeofavernus @katagawajr @katsigian Sorry if i forgot to tag you I'm so out of the loop on here and i should probably be in bed by now, okay let's go

Animal: Lamb, several birds (doves, geese, kestrels), donkeys

Colors: Gold, black, brown, yellow

Month: in a world with our calendar, probably August

Songs: The Valley by The Oh Hellos, Holy Lands by Bill Miller, White as Snow by Rivers & Robots, Chains by Radical Face, Out of Our Heads by Sheryl Crow, UGH SO MANY GOOD ONES

Number: 2/two

Plants: Lilys, daisies, palms, chrysanthemums

Smells: Burnt wood, parchment, various oils

Gemstone: hmmm I'm not sure actually. something gold

Time of day: Late afternoon going into the evening when the sun casts a golden glow over everything, aka Killian's favorite time to nap

Season: Summer despite being born in Winter

Places: His home village especially on the riverbank and his father's tavern. once he ventured around the land he loved the ocean

Food: Meat, cheese, bread, starchy vegetables, apples, dried fruits, nuts, peppers, olives..... and he has a bit of a sweet tooth

Drinks: hot chocolate, cider, wine

Element: maybe air/wind

Seasonings: Assuming this includes spices and condiments etc. i'm thinking sea salt, cumin, nutmeg, and mustard seed

Sky: the summer sky especially when it's golden hour or like around the time I said he loved to take a nap

Weather: Sunny, warm or temperate

Magical power: Glowing and levitating (Believe it or not despite being probably the most powerful person in my world, he actually uses magic very infrequently lol)

Weapons: Knives/daggers, bow & arrow

Candy: Dried fruit if it counts, candied fruit peels, caramel, honeycomb

Method of long distance travel: Horseback or boat

Artstyle: oil paintings, tapestries, illuminated manuscripts, carved wood and stone, ancient cave drawings, much of my world can be inspired by the Book of Kells if that gives you a good idea

Fear: Failure, absolutely. failure!!!

Mythological creature: maybe a seraphim?

Piece of stationary: Parchment paper

Three Emojis: ☀️🕊️🗡️

Celestial body: yes..... the sun

Thanks for reading about my boy

[evolvedcollie]

sorry this took a billion years i am very busy doing nothing

number people id like to get to know better

tagged by @starspits and @evankami hi freaks

last song: hello sadness - los campesinos! (to no one's surprise)

favorite color: kind of gold/pink color. sunset time

last book: the dog encyclopedia the definitive visual guide. listen i'm autistic and working on a project ok

last movie: star trek beyond

last TV show: ummm. bro idk i don't go to this school

sweet/savory/spicy: see me ripping the buffalo wings to shreds

relationship status: myy boyfriend eddd :) for 5 years yaaay

last thing i searched: how to get the unlockable coats in wolfquest.

current obsession: wolfquest cuz the saga update just came out. also star trek is entering my brain again. heklp me

looking forward to: more wolfqyuuest. the crane wives concert at may 10th too oh yeah

favorite drink: blue gatorade YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: holy smoke (2005) and 0898 HEARTACHE both from los campesinos! holy FUCK i am so no ok abt 0898

current favorite character: my own oc lycanmoon needs to be put in a washing machine and spin. i'm fucking crazy over him

fun activity you would like to get into: i wanna go scuba diving sooooooo bad

last video game: wolfquest. i'm thriving

last comic/graphic novel: what lucks beneath cool cat story abt a cult on an island go check it out @planetbass @hateliers if you wannaaaaa :3

[sleepykittties]

ten people id like to get to know better

tagged by @velvetfur

last song: The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

favorite color: Blue

last book: The Book of Bill

last movie: Venom, the first one

last TV show: I think it may have been Dungeon Meshi? Honestly don't remember if I've watched something since that

sweet/savory/spicy: Can never go wrong with sweet, there's almost nothing sweet I don't like, but there are some savory foods that for me are by far superior. (Years ago I had a steak so good that it is still the best thing I've eaten in my life. I would give up all foods forever to solely eat that steak. I mourn that I might never taste something so good ever again.)

relationship status: Single and aro/ace so I will be as such forever

last thing i searched: Hand pose reference

current obsession: BillFord and still Hazbin Hotel (specifically the Vees)

looking forward to: ...I don't know. I guess the family vacation I'm going on at the end of February? I take things day by day so don't look ahead to the future that much

favorite drink: The local apple cider back home in NH, it's insanely good but since leaving all apple cider I've tried just tastes like apple juice.

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: Honestly nothing in particular, it's usually just whatever catchy song I listened to recently but I typically don't have music in my head that frequently

current favorite character: Vox and Valentino they're so awful <3

fun activity you would like to get into: I don't know, maybe juggling? I started trying to learn over the summer and then hit a plateau trying to get three balls going more than a single toss and fell off. I feel like crochet could be fun but it also feels like too much of a commitment with how much stuff I already have

last video game: Uh, I haven't really played any recently, I watched a playthrough of Mouthwashing the other day to see what the hype was about but it wasn't for me. Other than that mostly Neopets mobile games

last comic/graphic novel: Gravity Falls Lost Legends

Ten people: Uhh how about @themackenziemachine, @showyoumyfavoriteobsession, @spoondrifts, @mercurymiscellany, @merlinsniece, @autumn-foxfire, @precarious-lounging, and anyone else who feels like it!

[many-fictives]

introject (mostly fictive centered, but open to all) ask game bc it sounded fun to make one! by: @the-stardust-system

Answered by: Many Fictives

❝ 01: what about you is most similar to your source? ❞

Near ┆Appearance , and the storyline . Though in my& exomemories I& was a system before Kira came into existence .

Nathan ┆ uhh yeah also appearance n personality

Benry ┆Appearance, personality and storyline for the most part.

Eddie ┆Appearance, personality and storyline.

Peter ┆Appearance and personality, but only as “Peter” and not “Henry” or “001”.

❝ 02: what about you is most different from your source? ❞

Near┆My& plurality and what happens after the anime canon . My& source deviates severely from the manga canon after Light ‘ s death .

Nathan┆im from a version of canon where i got arrested for shooting chloe in the bathroom n get sent to a mental hospital bc of my dad n max n chloe play detective w vic to expose jeffershit. I end up testifying in court n once i get out of the hospital me vic max chloe warren n eventually samantha all end up in a giant ass polycule

Benry ┆uhhhhhhhhhhh it’s been so long since we’ve watched HLVRAI, but for me my canon loops over and over again. I go into my source as a job on headspace and when Benry is not onscreen it’s because I went back into the Addam’s family house (our main headspace). I wanna write it as a fic because I think it’ll be silly :)

Eddie ┆only identifies with source, not formed enough to deviate

Peter ┆almost all of it! I’m just the mask that Henry/001 wears as Peter. I don’t identify with or as Henry Creel, 001 or Vecna. The only part I relate to source!Peter with is appearance and watching over children. I’m kind and gentle and patient. I don’t have powers, I was never experimented on.

❝ 03: what's your favorite hobby/activity? ❞

Near ┆I& haven ‘ t done it in a while , but we* have ball - jointed dolls I& was in the process of painting . Mostly I& just organize things now , like various Google Documents , carrds , and pinned posts .

Nathan ┆in headspace i chill w hollow n rott n we listen to music together

Benry ┆I like spending time with my girlfriend :3 We have fun being silly together.

Peter ┆ I really enjoy spending time with the children, watching them play, or draw/color, reading them stories, and using the phone to watch baby animal videos on YouTube with them!

❝ 04: what hobby/activity reminds you of your source? ❞

Near ┆Working on the ball-jointed dolls, playing with die and cards. I& also watch domino videos on YouTube sometimes.

Nathan ┆uhhh idk playing LIS ?? when i was the avatar id take pics of dead things like in canon

Benry ┆I don’t do much that reminds me of source, other then save some memes that remind me of something.

Peter ┆My in-system job.

❝ 05: what's your favorite song? ❞

Near ┆Owl City — Fireflies

Nathan ┆Twenty One Pilots - Car Radio

Benry ┆ODESZA - How Did I Get Here

Peter ┆Orphan Zero - Clockwork Heart

❝ 06: what music reminds you of your source?? ❞

Near ┆mostly Melanie Martinez and Jazmin Bean.

Nathan ┆indie rock

Benry ┆trance and deep house

Peter ┆synthwave and dark retrowave

[ part ii ]