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[hivemuthur]

Bestie. I know your requests are closed but I’m champagne drunk rn and I had to get this to you before the thought slips through the little wrinkles in my brain. So don’t answer until you want to answer.

party4u by charli xcx. Idk I’m always blasting charli but today something about this song just struck me. I feel like it could be either Viktor or the MC from Nothings New. Throwing a party for something seemingly random just in the hopes that the other would show up. The pining, the trying-hard-but-trying-not-to-be-noticeable-about-it. (Hope you walk into the party, cause I threw the party just for you)(called your digits but the phone kept ringin/wish I knew what you were thinking)

And then the blatant laying-bare-of-the-feelings ughhhhhhhh (if you saw my tears would you touch me? / kiss me on the mouth, say you love me?)(why you treating me like someone you never loved?)(all I’m thinking all I know is / that I hope you knock on my door)

Idk I just can’t stop thinking about it and I feel like only you could do something Viktor-related but also based on this song justice. You have this way of writing angst and feelings that I normally am afraid to explore (dread, anxiety, jealousy, anger, acknowledging the ugly parts of ourselves (like with The Ugly Thing)) in a way that is so delicious and makes me WANT to explore them.

Bestie, how do do you KNOW ME so well . Thank you for making a playground for me, seriously. I hope you can tell I loved this.

Come So Close That I Might See

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! a freeform of what was requested. Implied, but not included in the plot: Jayce and Viktor score a grant for their further science developments, silly Viktor offers to throw a party instead of just grabbing beers. AU Modern Era if you squint (like, phones are mentioned). Contains a lot of fluids :v

word count: 4K

author's note: not me incorporating sex into the request by default and then checking with the requestee only when I got to the condom part :v I also spent a lot of time on forums to get the Czech phrases accurately and it made me giggle how many Czech people went to forewarn the person asking that love confessions in Czech are dead serious and if they have a Czech girlfriend they want to say it to they have to MEAN IT (as a cynical, brooding, judgmental Slavic cunt I wholeheartedly agree). Translations at the bottom and title is from Mazzy Star.

This gets pretty gross, both in terms of sentimentality and bodily fluids, you have been warned!

artist on X (I'm addicted)

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Never before had he so much as brought his teeth close to his fingers—unless it was to take a bite of something meant precisely for eating—yet now he finds himself absentmindedly gnawing at a particularly stubborn cuticle while staring at the tiny grey tick next to his message, waiting for it to turn green, waiting for it to become three jumping dots. Radiating unease, Viktor sighs out a rattled breath and props his chin on the heel of his palm.

Jayce huffs in the background, stacking the freezer with water poured into plastic containers, hoping it will turn to ice before the first person complains about the heat. It’s one of those unbearably sticky days with no sun, the clouds trapping the air, refusing to let it move, offering no reprieve to the sweaty—until, inevitably, it all gives way to a raging storm by nightfall. Curtains billowing and thunder roaring, hurried window-shutting and water pouring in through the cracks—tonight’s entertainment is already set.

Viktor does little to help, and Jayce doesn’t mind. After all, Viktor’s offer had been a timid one, seeming to stumble out of his lips before his brain could fully calculate the potential disaster of inviting people over. Any excuse would have sufficed, yet scoring a grant was big enough occasion to keep Viktor from backing out.

So he sits with a book, his phone resting in the book’s mouth, dimming every three minutes before he taps the screen again, worried he might miss your reply. He still doesn’t know if this reckless idea will come back to bite him on the ass—if you don’t show up he will have to spend the evening smiling at strangers, pretending to be overjoyed about this opportunity while, in reality, his soul withers away.

“I’m sure she’ll come,” Jayce says finally, three bottles of rum balanced in one hand, his right arm wrapped around a bucket of melting ice that stains his dark blue T-shirt. “Mel will be here—she’ll drag her in.”

“That’s a joyous picture to anticipate, isn’t it?” Viktor hums as calmly as he can, yet his finger is gnawed raw, an ugly shade of red. He scrunches his eyebrows at it, deciding it’s about time to leave it alone. “My friend dragged in to see me by force?”

“Figuratively. I don’t think Mel is that strong,” Jayce teases, setting the dripping bucket on the table, bottles clinking inside. He crouches close to Viktor’s legs. “If not, we’ll try to have a good time anyway. We deserve it.”

Jayce pats his knee, and Viktor fixes his eyes on something in front of him that isn’t Jayce, saving himself from the feeling of being picked apart piece by piece, examined from the inside out. A dreadful sensation, if anyone were to ask him. Everyone around him, save for you, thinks they’ve mastered the skill.

“No promises,” he says, sucking in some of the stale air and setting the book aside, though the phone remains in his hand. He should shower really, wear something that makes him look effortlessly put together—something that invites touch and makes him hug-worthy. But the idea of meeting his reflection sits in his stomach like lead. Whatever all those people, with their prying eyes, fail to notice, he will see in the mirror. And worse—you will see it, too.

It’s so unbearably hot that he takes the coldest shower he can without wrenching the air from his lungs. Cold enough that stepping out into the bathroom’s warm embrace is almost a relief. A quick shave, hair left wet to milk out as much of this fresh feeling as possible, knowing grime will coat him head to toe as soon as the apartment fills with faces attached to sweaty bodies.

Each buzz of the door has his heart flipping in his chest, and he scowls every time the person Jayce greets with a sticky hug is not you. He tries not to look disappointed when guests pat his shoulder and offer their congratulations, tries very hard to be grateful for having friends in the first place—but part of him deeply regrets that his brain didn’t catch the reckless blurt of “Or let’s have a party?” in time.

He’s on his third rum and coke, and maybe that’s why his defences are lower when he goes to answer the door this time, Jayce busy in the kitchen. The door swings open, and he’s greeted by Mel’s perfect face—utterly unbothered by the heat, only her forehead covered in a satin-like sheen, as if designed to enhance her beauty rather than ruin it.

And behind Mel is you, far less heat-resistant, yet for Viktor, far more beautiful. Cheeks flushed a healthy red, shoulders sun-kissed, draped in barely-there straps of a barely-there blouse, and his heart drops all the way down to where his second heart is, beating for you and you alone.

Mel, dignified as always, only ghosts a kiss near his cheek and hands him a bottle of wine before stepping inside, ready to kiss Jayce properly. You linger awkwardly in the hallway, kicking off your shoes before Viktor can tell you not to.

“Hi,” you say stupidly, waving at him.

He waves back, puts his cane on the coat rag, arms spreading just enough—not quite an invitation, not quite begging, but close.

“Are you sure? I’m very gross.” You glance warily at his crisp white shirt, wondering how he’s managed to look so sharp while everyone else sports the look of a wet rag. Sleeves rolled up neatly, showing off the freckles on his taunt skin, veins poking out, swollen with the impossible temperature.

“I don’t mind,” he mutters, already pulling you in. He feels the opposite of minding.

You smell of fresh perfume mixed with sweat, and when his hand comes to rest between your shoulder blades, his lips barely brush against your skin, the wine bottle presses against the small of your back. Viktor hopes some of your sweat will sink into his shirt, making you stay with him a little while longer after you leave.

How many times you've been at it, you don't know. It's always on the verge of something serious—yet the closer it gets, the faster Viktor pulls away. The tension between you has lingered since the moment you met, but you have no idea when it settled into this uncomfortable friendship. So distancing yourself, for a while, seemed reasonable. Now, with him wrapped around you, you don't know if you'll find the strength to leave.

You breathe him in, and the uneasiness seeps out of you in an instant. You’re not even that hot anymore. Goosebumps rise on your skin where he touched, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile.

“Congratulations,” you mumble into his chest, and he only hugs you tighter.

He plucks his cane from the empty coat hanger, hands you the bottle and leads you to the kitchen. Jayce pours you a drink, and the four of you sink into a conversation bordering on comfortable. How many times Jayce has to bite his tongue to keep from blurting out that the party was Viktor’s idea, only he knows.

The chatter eases into jokes and laughter at some point, and you can feel the alcohol warming your insides to match the heat outside. Air begins to stir as the predicted storm gathers, the kitchen growing more and more cramped. When a thunderclap cracks through the air, startling someone next to Mel, the contents of her glass spill onto your chest.

“Mel, do you have to? Always? When I’m wearing white?” You jump back instinctively, and Viktor’s fingers wrap around your elbow.

“Oh, darling,” she laughs, scrunching her brows in apology. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” And indeed, it’s a curse—you should never wear white around her.

“I’ll give you something,” Viktor says quickly, already on a mission.

“I can get it, you don’t have to come upstairs,” you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and a smile. “If that’s okay,” you add, asking for permission to rummage through his closet alone.

He swallows and nods, searching for any good excuse to follow you—but at the moment, even his big brain can’t conjure one.

You drag yourself up the stairs, and the further you get from the noise, the more you realise how loud it was in the kitchen. It feels briefly odd, stepping into Viktor’s bedroom—you haven’t been here in such a long time. But as you cross the threshold, everything looks just as you remember. Maybe a few more notes scattered here and there.

You close the rattling window by his desk before the rain can soak into the papers, then move to his walk-in closet. As soon as you step inside, the scent of Viktor floods your senses, and despite yourself, you breathe in deeply.

Somehow, this feels safe. You run your fingers along his clothes, searching for your favourite T-shirt of his. But you linger unnecessarily long on his jumpers, bringing them close to your cheek and inhaling the scent of his washing powder. You’ve smelled this so many times, and it’s never enough, really.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you left the kitchen, but a voice knocks you out of your daydreaming.

“You alright?”

“Viktor.” You jump away, snagging a T-shirt in the process to make it look like that’s all you’ve been doing. “Shit, you scared me. Yes, I just—” you gesture to your chest, where a red stain from Mel’s wine blooms, “should probably clean off first.”

He nods, still lingering in the doorway, and you just stare at each other. Finally, Viktor speaks your name softly and props his cane by the wall. He means to say so much more than that, but he hopes you will see what he saw in the reflection today—and that you will understand.

And because you do, you reply with a warning.

“Viktor, no.” You shake your head and clutch his T-shirt by the collar in your fist. “How many times have we been at this?”

“Too many,” he breathes, closing the little distance between you in a heartbeat. His hands clasp around your hips, and Viktor rests his forehead against yours, whispering, “Too many. Make this the last one.”

“I’m—” you mutter, placing your palms on top of his. Scared is what you should say. Unsure would also fit. “Sticky,” you say instead.

He takes it as an invitation. In no time, your shirt is rolled up to your armpits, and even if you folded yourself in half and squeezed into his shelves, there would be no avoiding it. Viktor leans in and kisses your navel.

“I don’t mind,” he says, his hot breath mingling with your skin.

His tongue meets your stomach, and your spine stretches as you suck your belly in, only making the route for him longer. Timid at first, something inside him snaps when you moan and wrap your fingers into his hair. He presses his face into your belly, inhales deeply, and kisses with his mouth open until the sticky of Mel’s wine is exchanged for the sticky of his drool.

You tug him up by the hair, and he’s up immediately, pushing you further against the shelves, his torso flush against yours. Your stained shirt smears against his crisp white one.

“Viktor,” you mutter, stopping him from kissing you with a firm grip on his cheeks.

“What?” he asks, surprised. “Do you want me to stop?”

You take a shaky breath and burn your eyes into his, trying to dig out whatever courage you need to settle the needy thing thundering in your chest.

“Viktor,” you say again, buying yourself time. “If you’re messing with me again, I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”

“I’m not,” he says solemnly, a smile playing on his lips—possibly at the dramatics. But if he were being honest, he’d throw it away himself, the heart. It only causes trouble.

An ardent look lingers in his eye when he finally adds, “You can eat it anyway.”

You groan and wrench yourself away from him, suddenly feeling the suffocating heat striking back at you. He follows, leaning against the doorframe and watching as you pace up and down the room.

“What are you thinking?” he asks when you stop and sit on his bed.

“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”

“I—” he hesitates. Takes a few wobbly steps toward you, and when the mattress dips beside you, your legs touch. His hand skims along your inner thigh, and he leans in to kiss your neck. At least he doesn’t look so well put together anymore—his hair is mussed, his cheeks flushed pink, his shirt stained and rumpled where it’s come untucked.

“I want to lick your stomach some more,” he murmurs. “And then kiss you properly. And then—” His lips reach your ear, whispering filth that has your toes curling.

Somewhere in the apartment, the wind forces a window open, knocking something over—possibly a plant pot—causing a startled yelp from at least three voices below. The sound carries up to the bedroom.

You snap your head toward the door. It’s still ajar.

Viktor’s hand slips from your thigh as you get up, and he almost whines, reaching out to stop you—until he sees you’re turning the lock. Then you face him, all serious and reverent.

“I meant what I said,” you tell him, your voice weak.

“I am aware.” He nods, extending his arms toward you.

You come to straddle his lap, and he wraps himself around you. Your fingers pull his hair back from his forehead, and the way he looks at you is just unbearable. He rocks you back and forth to the rhythm of the song playing downstairs.

“I ruined your shirt,” you hum, pressing your thumbs to his temples.

He closes his eyes and hums back, “Good. I hate this shirt.” Wraps himself tighter around you and yanks you over, your back bouncing against the bed with a faint pop.

“Sorry,” Viktor chuckles, embarrassed, and kisses your cheek sweetly.

And he keeps his promise. Rolling your shirt back up, he glides his lips down your chest, along your sternum, until he reaches your solar plexus. He sucks your skin between his lips, breathing in the scent of his own dried spit mixed with wine.

You squeal at the sensation, hooking your foot around his hip. He yanks it away, tossing it aside, his hands clasping around your ribs as he plants hickeys onto your belly. There are so many things Viktor wants to say, but his tongue is too busy.

He wants to thank whatever force shaped your stomach so that his nose can fit there entirely, breathing in whatever happens beneath your skin. He could also thank whoever nudged Mel’s hand into spilling wine over you. And he could thank you for all those mornings when he wakes up drenched in thoughts of you, staring at the ceiling, the vignette of your kind hands is the only thing that stops his shoulders from hulking sullen.

He runs his fingers over the grooves where your ribs erode into hollows, licking there as well. And he wants to lick lower, where your skin disappears under the waistband of your shorts, into the subterranean darkness between your thighs. He wants to feel the pulse of your second heart on his tongue, to see if it beats for him as strongly as his beats for you.

As soon as his lips unglue from your skin, fingers hooking into the material to slide your shorts down, you tug at his hair again—reminding him of your lips. And that’s fine, because all he wants is to kiss all of you tonight. So he obeys, raking his hands up your sides before cupping your face, finally sinking his tired tongue into your mouth.

And oh, he still tastes of rum when you suck yourself off him, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips. His lips are love-bitten and swollen, and yours are just hungry for his. Suddenly, you hate his fucking shirt too. You pull at his buttons, and he chuckles, undoing them so deftly with one hand that it leaves you embarrassed.

You prompt him further—tugging at fabric, pulling impatiently, whining whenever the material refuses to simply give in and vanish. Clothes are discarded onto the floor in a flurry of awkward shimmying and frantic kicks, until he hisses at the faint pain the hurried movement has caused him. There is a bit more grace in you when you pull your top over your head and get rid of your shorts.

Soon, his body full of tumbled bones is naked against yours, pliant and warm. And you wonder how, even in this unbearable heat, Viktor’s flesh never goes soft. It’s always tense, always sharp angles, even as he wraps himself around you in a brief reprieve of a hug. He breathes you in deeply, gulping down whatever scent he’s left on you, his cock pressing heavily against your core.

And he doesn’t even know anymore if he wants to fuck you stupid or just hold you until the sun bleeds red through his blinds.

And the worst part of this dilemma is that he has to momentarily part from you to reach for a condom on the nightstand—and even if it will take mere seconds, he cannot stand it.

He feels so scrutinised under your gaze when you watch his trembling hands. Your fingers come to pluck the little wrapped thing from him, pushing him back against the bed frame. You break the foil, holding it between your thumb and index finger, then lean in to kiss his weeping tip. His head lulls back, eyes fluttering shut as you unroll it down his length.

He already looks so fucked out that you waste no time—taking him in hand and sliding him inside with a slow, burning stretch. His palms hover over your hips, catching you, steadying you. Once he’s buried to the hilt, a certain calmness washes over him—finally, he is hugged from all sides. Your arm wrapped around his neck, your pussy wrapped around his cock, your fingers wrapped around his as you inspect the wound he inflicted on himself earlier.

“What happened here?” you ask, kissing his knuckles.

“I…” His breath hitches as you take his fingers into your mouth. “I got impatient.”

“What about?”

He gives you a pained look and buries his face in the crook of your neck, fingers toying at your lips.

“You,” he admits, stretching out your lower lip. “It feels dreadful to say, but I almost ate my hand waiting for you to reply.”

“Viktor,” you whisper, placing a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. You clench around him, and he gasps, pushing his nose further into your shoulder.

“Don’t torment me, please,” he breathes. “I know I deserve it for all the torment I’ve caused you, but I’m not sure I can survive it.”

“I don’t intend to,” you say softly, rolling your hips against his. He groans, arms tightening around you. “I already told you what happens if you’re fucking with me.”

And then—that smirk you love so dearly. From between his lips, his tongue flicks out to stroke over your skin, traveling up your neck to your ear, where he whispers, “I trust we are differentiating between the categories of fucking.”

Your hips roll again, and his smugness unravels into a deep, sonorous moan. You take it from him greedily, sealing your lips over his. You kiss him open-mouthed, and Viktor responds with a palm crawling toward your clit, gliding over the plane of your licked-clean belly. It finds its warm home, and this time it’s your head lulling back, your mouth moaning as he plucks your hand off his shoulder, entwining your fingers together.

You grind down into him, bracing yourself on your handholding, hearts beating fast and breaths growing hoarse. His cock slides in and out of you in time with your hips and when you look at him he’s all there, present, eyes fixed on you, the focus of his hand between your legs is unwavering. Big brain pays off in times like these when the ability to multitask is worth more than any healthy muscle. And Viktor does little to no work with those, only guiding his hips upward gently each time you come down to slap your ass against his thighs.

He's either learnt it all from years of observation and the half-truths exchange between you, the almost-kiss moments, the falling-asleep-together-by-accident moments, the I’d-rather-watch-crap-with-you-than-get-laid moments, when each of you chose the insufficient each other over another one night stand, or his cock was just made for you.

And you already suspect all those moments were worth it before you are completely certain. Before he twitches inside you hitting the sensitive spot that has you gasping for air and his fingers on your clit speed up, he does another thing. He looks at you longingly and his mouth parts and it’s barely a murmur, a secret gifted to you and only you, even though everyone knows already.

“Ma lásko,” Viktor rolls off his tongue. “Miluji tě,” he whispers, kissing your knuckles. “Byl jsem hloupý,” comes next, and even though you don’t understand, somehow—you do.

“Prosím, odpusť mi. Moc tě miluji,” he murmurs, offering his heart for you to devour if you so chose—but you only tighten your grasp around his fingers and press your lips to his forehead, hoping to do his native language justice when you repeat after him, “Miluji tě.”

This almost undoes him entirely, and to ruin him further, your cunt tightens by the second as you clench around his cock, creaming all over his fingers. But Viktor keeps up, thrusting his hips upward to meet yours, drinking in the sound of his own name falling from your lips as you spasm and tremble on top of him, squeezing his hand until his knuckles turn pale. He kisses you through it, moaning into your mouth as he feels himself teetering on the edge—until a thought invades him abruptly.

He pushes you gently onto your back and crawls on top awkwardly before you can complain about the sudden feeling of emptiness. Enters you again and fucks into you a few more times before pulling back out, sliding the condom off, and stroking himself until he paints your belly in hot white. Eyes hooded, you watch his face—flushed and sweaty, mouth hanging open beautifully, brows scrunched as he pumps the last drops of cum onto your skin. Then, he collapses beside you, kisses you gratefully, and runs his hand over your stomach, smearing his seed all the way up to your breasts and neck. It then spreads across your cheek, drying out like an egg white, tightening your skin before Viktor slides his wet fingers up into your hair.

A laugh, stupid and fucked-out, escapes you as you ask, “Are you going to lick me clean now?”

But Viktor says nothing—though you know he would if you asked. Instead, he wraps an arm around you, pressing your stomachs together with a wet slap, hooks a leg over your hip, and kisses your swollen lips. “Miluji tě,” he repeats, as if saying it during sex doesn’t count.

“Miluji tě,” you whisper back, and he chuckles at how awkward yet sweet it sounds from you. “And thank you for throwing this party.”

“It was only for you,” Viktor says, deciding that honesty is worth more than saving himself from embarrassment. And thankfully, you choose not to tease him further—since, at last, his heart is laid bare before you. You’ll eat it next time all right, just not the one that keeps him figuratively alive.

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*ma lásko - my love *miluji tě - I love you *Byl jsem hloupý - I've been stupid *Prosím, odpusť mi - please, forgive me

[slavicdolls4mangione]

oh to be laying on his chest, lu playing with my hair while fade into you by mazzy star is playing softly in the background

[sirenedeslily]

))))): comfort boy !! he feels like an autumn night with a room filled with the aroma of a cinnamon roll candle and mazzy star playing in the background while being tucked under warm fluffy blankets

[lazysoulwriter]

Fading into Something Real - Paul Mescal.

requested based on Fade Into You - Mazzy Star. hope you like it! <3

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The night hums around you, thick with the weight of something unspoken. It lingers in the charged air between you and Paul, in the low glow of the flickering streetlights above, in the way he glances at you like he's trying to memorize your silhouette against the quiet hum of the city.

He's always been like this—Paul, with his quiet intensity, his eyes like the sea before a storm, deep and unreadable. You’ve known him for a while, long enough to recognize the way he withdraws into himself, the way he fades into the background at times, becoming a shadow against the world.

But tonight, something feels different.

You sit together on the hood of his car, an old thing he swears he’ll fix up one day but never quite gets around to. The night sky stretches wide above you, an endless expanse of ink and scattered stars. There’s a cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air. He hasn't spoken in a while, just staring ahead like he's lost in thought.

"You ever feel like you're living on the edges of something?" His voice is rough, barely above a whisper. "Like you’re always just outside of it, watching it all happen?"

You tilt your head, considering. "I think everyone feels that way sometimes."

Paul lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Not like this. It’s like... I keep moving through life, but I never really step into it, you know? I watch, but I don’t touch. I exist, but I don’t feel."

You don't answer right away. Instead, you reach for his hand, fingers grazing over his before settling there, warm and steady. His skin is rough, calloused from years of playing guitar, from gripping scripts, from life itself. He stiffens for a second before his shoulders ease, his fingers curling around yours.

"You're here now," you say softly. "With me. That’s something."

He exhales, slow and deep, like he’s trying to let go of something he's been carrying for too long. His gaze shifts to yours, searching, like he’s seeing you for the first time. Or maybe like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he looks away.

"I want to feel something real," he admits. "Something that doesn’t just slip through my fingers."

You squeeze his hand, the weight of his words settling in your chest. You've always felt this pull between you and Paul—this slow, aching gravity that keeps bringing you back together, no matter how far he drifts.

"Then let yourself," you whisper.

And maybe it’s the way the night wraps around you both, soft and endless, or the way Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You plays faintly from the car’s radio, but something shifts. Paul turns toward you fully now, his free hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch impossibly gentle.

"You make it seem easy," he murmurs.

"Maybe it is. Maybe you just have to stop running."

His lips part, like he wants to argue, like he wants to tell you it’s not that simple—but then he just sighs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, tracing the shape of you.

And then he kisses you.

It’s slow, deliberate. Like he’s savoring the feeling of you, like he’s finally allowing himself to exist in this moment. His lips are warm, tasting faintly of whiskey and the salt of the night air, and you melt into him, hands gripping the collar of his jacket as if to ground him, to anchor him to the here and now.

He exhales against your lips when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "I think I’ve been fading for so long, I forgot what it’s like to be seen."

You stroke your fingers through his hair, letting them rest at the nape of his neck. "You’re not invisible, Paul. You never were."

He watches you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, ever so softly, he smiles. Not the polite, careful smile he offers the world, but something real. Something just for you.

The night hums around you again, but this time, it doesn’t feel so heavy. It feels like a beginning.

[sleepyowlwrites]

it's that time of year. I must give you spooky songs.

I'm not just throwing my playlists at you, either. you can find all 200+ of my playlists on my spotify. spooky is a blanket term, okay. the vibes are expansive but there's something...there.

spooky but in the background, mostly

the Ghost songs by Louie Zong

Ancient Souls - The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra

Edge of Night - Cullen Vance

The Mist - Max LL

The Inevitable Haunted House - Boqeh

Mass (Re-Imagined) - Phoria

Dispossession - SQUARE ENIX MUSIC

Ceaseless Watcher - harvo

Waltz of the Bone King - Peter Gaundry

Thryy Wyrd Tynns - Alec Holowka

Dance Off - Heloise Tunstall-Behrens & Auclair

Dragon Lullaby - Dave Volpe

The Gambit of Night - Neil DeGraide, Dirt Poor Robbins

Sleep - The Last Bison

Mausoleum - Rafferty

White Specter - Adrian Von Ziegler

spooky but there's something here with you, a creature?

Fangs - Little Red Lung

Rusalka, Rusalka / Wild Rushes - The Decemberists

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Into the Woods - PHILDEL

Into the Unknown - Evetty

The Nowhere King - The Centaurworld Cast

Aha! - Imogen Heap

The Glow - The Last Bison

Nature Girl - Cryoshell

Running with the Wolves - AURORA

Howling Moon - Coleman Hall

The Pines - Roses & Revolutions

Caterpillars (Of the Commonwealth) - Will Connolly

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Errasuriz - Kiltro

Bloodsuckers - Johnny Hollow

We Have It All - Pim Stones

spooky but maybe it's you

Devourer - Aideoneus

When I Was Done Dying - Dan Deacon

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star

The Mortal Boy King - The Paper Kites

Stone Wall, Stone Fence - Gregory and the Hawk

Ghosts - James Vincent McMorrow

Oceanica - San Fermin

Going - Tow'rs

Sticks and Stones - The Pierces

Strange - Runah

All Things Devour - aseaes

Raise the Dead - RAIGN

Sunlit Grave - Saint Mesa

Remain Nameless - Florence + the Machine

spooky but we're having a good time, I think

Let's B Goblins! - Ratwyfe

Death, Thrice Drawn - The Scary Jokes

Great Vacation - Dirt Poor Robbins

Face the Night - Tennyson

Skeleton Song - Kate Nash

Bones - anne october

The Magic - Lola Blanc

All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye) - Radical Face

the jester - ratz

spooky but in pastels

In The Beginning - Fahrenhaidt

Kiss the Grass - The Paper Kites

Butterfly Water - Pastelle

I Was Feeling Down, I Found a Nice Witch and We're Friends - In Love With a Ghost

The Ancestor - Darlingside

Entangled Life - Merlin Sheldrake, Cosmo Sheldrake

Night Owls - Mree

[redclovercasefiles]

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Freshly minted occult auditor John Tsukimori receives a strange invitation to where his like isn’t wanted: the Seance Soirée, an event hosting some of the biggest stars in spiritualism. Surely it's some kind of mistake, but John's free, and his sister, Julia, is out of school for the summer. Who knows? Might be fun... ...Until a real murder disrupts the morbid circus! John must now push past the smoke and mirrors of professional psychics to prove the killer is among them, and not the great beyond. Time to get to work, Detective.

The Red Clover Casefiles is a 2D visual novel where you will be tasked with navigating a murder-mystery, investigating crime scenes and locales, interrogating a collection of bizarre but intriguing characters, and evaluate all you learn to name the real killer....Or killers.

We are so so so proud of our team and all the work they've put into this game, and we're even MORE excited to be able to share it with you! Mazzie Zumbiel (director, executive producer, line producer, financial planner, head writer, creative lead) @ShannonSketches  (assistant director, concept artist, CG artist, revisionist, storyboard artist) Jonas Tintenseher (co-writer, editor) Denaseey (sprite character artist) Tess Richards (background artist) Mark Knapp Jr (composer) Jennifer Bertaggia (assets developer, accessibility consultant)

[sophiashifts]

introduction to me ੈ✩‧₊˚

i literally just started using this app and i already love the layout of it; i decided im gonna do an intro bc its fun hehe and i want mutuals

background

i was born in the united states, missouri where i’ve lived my entire life. im 17 and my birthday is december 14. my pronouns are she/her and i don’t use a label for my sexuality i just like what i like. im a sagittarius and my mbti is intp!! i’ve been a shifter since 2020 basically, although i took a break for 4 years and came back june 2024 and shifted in october 2024

my dr’s

star wars

resident evil

shatter me

used to have a fantasy dr but “got rid of” it

my shifting social medias

tiktok - sophiashifts_x

instagram - sophiashifts

twitter - sophiashifts_x

favorite artists

taylor swift

chappell roan

fiona apple

phoebe bridgers

lana del rey

lady gaga

ethel cain

radiohead

jeff buckley

billie eilish

solya

hole

mazzy star

favorite movies/shows

star wars - the entire saga

arcane

ladybird

napoleon dynamite

the hunger games

bones and all

beautiful boy

21 jump street

games i’ve played/want to play

resident evil - 3 remake, 4 remake, 5, 7-biohazard, 8-village

cyberpunk

overwatch

call of duty black ops 6

uncharted

red dead redemption 2

until dawn

batman - arkham asylum

life is strange

want to play

silent hill

the quarry

life is strange - before the storm

the last of us

resident evil 6

ghost of tsushima

+ soooo many more

me

some other things about me

i am a vinyl collector lmao i love my vinyls and my record player sm

i am the most chronically online person ever.. i will sadly get ever single reference

i love love love slushynoobz and sinjindrowning

i love to read books sm

i’m left handed hehe

i liked chappell roan before she blew up 😈

i broke my nose when i was 9 and it’s been a bit crooked ever since..🧍‍♀️

that’s it 👅

[stargirlv0id]

Just Another Saturday

pairings: Theodore Nott x F!R synopse: small blurb :) warnings: kissing; fluff a!n: english isn't my first language, sorry for any mistake ;,)

It was Saturday again, quite a good day.

The sun was shining in the sky, not warm enough since it was still March. But it was enjoyable.

Our friends agreed to everyone doing their own thing, and Theo and I decided to spent the day just the two of us.

Just right now, we are in my room. A Mazzy Star record playing in the background as Theo lied on my bed, reading some magazine I left around.

In the meantime I was cleaning up the mess in our dorm, singing along lowly to some words of the song that played. Not realizing that every once in a while he would turn his attention to me, admiring the simple act.

"Do you want to go have dinner at that new restaurant that opened in Hogsmeade tonight?" Theo suggested, keeping his eyes on the paper that he read, flipping the pages.

"Umm." I pretend to think. "Are you asking me to a date?" I smiled teasing him. His eyes find mine and he smiles slightly, getting up.

"Are you saying yes?" He wraps his hands around my waist.

"Mhm." I nodded kissing him.

[griddlebait]

im very curious as to YOUR favorite songs mentioned/referenced in sckl and if there’s any music you’re hoping to incorporate later

my number one favorite has to be fast car by tracy chapman for obvious reasons & sentimental ones! after that i think my second favorite is mayonaise by the smashing pumpkins. i actually can’t listen to it without thinking of sckl griddlehark anymore lol. i’m planning/hoping to incorporate at least one other song from that album :) i also love fade into you but it’s not my favorite mazzy star song so i hope to include more from them as well!

a lot of the songs included in sckl are songs i enjoy in one way or another tbh. and there are so many im planning/hoping to include but i wont say which because of spoilers lol.

(side ramble below the cut)

i wish that there was a way to communicate a song being played non-diagetically in writing, because for some scenes there’s songs i listen to while writing and imagine them playing in the background of the scene but can’t include because it doesn’t make sense for the characters to actually be listening to it/is on the nose or convenient in a way i can’t reasonably justify/sometimes is just an atmosphere thing. an example of this is she’s so high by blur and the scene from ch 24 after nona+apt 69 smoke when harrow is on the floor next to gideon’s leg!

[fluffyjothoughts]

suffering immensely from factors outside my individual power. can i get uhhhhh some cuddles with jankris if possible? 👉👈🩷

a guitarist on each side, how lovely. you’re laying between them, their two colognes, both so similar yet different mixing in the air and creating a warm atmosphere where you’re nestled between two warm bodies and are getting coddled. Kris is pressing soft kisses all over your face while his hand is caressing your neck and shoulder with his finger, Jan’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist, his other playing with your hair. their conversation is light and simple, letting you join in if you want to, or just listen to the low rumble of their voices to lull you to sleep if you so wish. i feel like there’d be music in the background? depending on who picked you can end up with mazzy star or jeff buckley, considering i’m listening to the latter as of now, the song you’re listening to is lilac wine.

[salembehindbars]

Born to work in a small, locally owned used bookstore that embodies the mid autumn vibe with antique furniture, a shopkeepers chime on the door, tall brown bookshelves that go nearly to the ceiling, and victorian style rugs covering most of the floor. With a cute study corner with Tiffany style lamps on the table, and the bookstore is a local hidden gem so it’s never busy or crowded, I get a 50% employee discount but because the owner loves me I get most of my books for free, I get first dibs on all the good books, I can wear whatever I want, sit behind the register while reading and journaling in between customers while listening to Frank Sinatra and Mazzy Star in the background and I get an iced coffee from the local coffee shop next door every morning and the owner is a nice old man who wears Ralph Lauren sweaters and brown leather loafers and is kind of like a grandpa to me and we play chess together on the slow days with no customers.

Forced to work at a retail store with mean customers, no benefits, an ugly uniform, tons of unnecessary rules that make working there unbearable and we have to listen to crap music because corporate sends us a CD with preselected music to play on a loop and we have no control over the music that plays. 🤢

(Yes I am a delusional teenage girl who has unrealistic expectations and romanticizes everything. Sue me)

[effyeffa]

overly specific playlists for overly specific occasions 2024 edition

winter 23/24. dreamy mix of many different genres for when someone asks me hey what have you been listening to lately. old songs new songs happy songs sad songs everything from adrianne lenker to marco castello, a frequent rotation

lover. i definitely did NOT make this one to impress one specific person whose taste matches mine in the most miraculous of ways no no. but we will fall in love listening to beach house

fall for you. have you ever put on mitski i'm your man and leonard cohen i'm your man back to back. no? well here's your chance. and i can tell you more about this world, so much more

tasty tunes. synth-heavy dance tunes, good vibes. la femme, miel de montagne, LA priest etc. dinner party background groove

summer roads. one thing almost all of the tracks in this playlist have in common is that they were at some point featured in a skate vid. many classics (bob dylan, cocteau twins) modern classics (frank ocean, cass mccombs) and timeless jams (daniel johnston, mazzy star)

touch. this one's for lying on a big old sofa with your best friends half asleep drunk on love and too tired to go to bed. rhye, james blake, kevin morby

what's the last four years been about? when jockstrap said. What's it all about. i give you bon iver, i give you angel olsen, i give you fiona apple with the answers. i give you black country new road with the musical equivalent of a greek tragedy. dig in.

springsummer 23. don't recall what kind of headspace i was in for this one but we're feeling a wide range of emotions here. tamino and yo la tengo, andrew bird, dope lemon, king krule. the overarching theme may or may not being hopelessly in love with someone impossible

all the in between. mama you've been on my mind. another lovesick one. lots of oldies with new stuff sprinkles in, a short and sweet moment in time. might have cried to this playlist, or written notes app poetry.

transitional. it's raining and you're gazing out a train window dramatically, there is a sweet nostalgia in this but also darkness, rough around the edges. from amyl and the sniffers to flume, moodswings and movement.

[s1eep-o]

Hi! I love ur fics <33 Can I request a Johnny Knoxville fic where maybe the gn!reader is having a really bad depression day (if ur comfy writing that!!) maybe he comes home earlier from filming to take care of them or something 🥺

fade into you.

pairing: johnny knoxville x gn!reader

warnings: reader being sad, alcohol consumption, use of the words: lovebug, doll, sweetheart + darling. lmk is there is more!!

you sat in the living room of the small apartment you and johnny shared. the television in the background on the mtv channel playing mazzy star. you haven't been feeling very well recently, causing you to sit at home with sad music playing as your thoughts engulfed your mind. you turn your head to the tv as an ad comes on, it shows a happy family at some dumb waterpark. this triggered something in you and you started to feel tears welling in your eyes. standing up you walk over to the small kitchen and open a bottle of beer and start to drink it. pulling your phone out of your pocket you decide to call johnny. ''hey there lovebug! what's up?'' johnny says over the phone, you can see the smile on his face, he didn't hear an answer causing him to get worried. ''is everything okay doll?'' he asks, voice laced with worry. ''i'm not feeling so well pj.. do you think you can come home early?..' i answer quietly into the phone. ''of course doll, i'll tell jeff somethin' came up.'' he says hanging up the phone.

you're laying on the couch again, sniffling with a face wet with tears when you hear the door rattle. ''hey darlin' i'm here..'' johnny says quietly as he takes off his shoes and walks over to the couch. ''oh sweetheart.. what's troubling ya' ?'' he asks with a small frown. you open your mouth but nothing come out, more tears start to stream down your face. johnny sits down next to you and pulls you to his chest, ''it's alright doll, let it all out..'' he coos. your tears slowly come to an end and johnny holds you out in front of him, ''you think you can tell me whats wrong now? '' he asks softly. ''i'm just having a bad day pj..'' you answer him softly. he just nods his head softly and stands up, bringing you up with him. ''c'mon let's get you cleaned up, yeah?'' he says as he walks you to the bathroom.

johnny is wiping your face with a warm towel as you are sitting on the counter of the bathroom sink. ''feelin' better?'' he asks while holding both sides of your face. you respond with a small nod and he gives you a big smile, pulling you into a tight hug. ''now if you ever feel like that again, just tell me okay? you don't have to tell me why you feel that way, because no matter what i will still be here to make you feel better. i love you.'' he says and gives you a small kiss to your forhead. you smile and give a small ''thanks''. ''now let's go to bed! i'm tired as shit!'' he exclaims, causing you to giggle.

A/N

woohoo there it is, i am on a roll! i think. anyways hope you like it! xoxo.

[casimirsstache]

Sometimes a friday night consists of laying in your bed staring up at the burst of colours your nightlight emits while Mazzy Star and The Cranberries play in the background, wishing there was a bottle of alcohol in your hands.

[crowwithinternetaccess]

For those that gaf, I have a playlist of my imagined soundtrack for Indigostar's Corruption (my warrior cats fanfic) if it were a show or a movie. Here's the link!

ALSO I'm adding my (current) list of the songs and descriptions/explanations for how they fit. Obvious spoiler warning if anyone's actually planning on reading the fic (...my ao3 is linked in my pinned post. 👀) but here's the list if ur curious (beware it's pretty long LOL):

Kids - Current Joys

Plays in chapter 1 probably after Indigokit “attacks” Volekit. It would start at the beginning or in the middle, just at a part with that instrumental hook.

Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco

Plays in chapter two while Indigopaw is changing the elder’s nests. It just sounds right for that scene. Have a focus on Indigopaw’s feelings about how he’s being treated.

(Would start at the beginning of the song and probably fade out when the lyrics start).

Forwards Beckon Rebound - Adrianne Lenker:

Plays at the end of chapter two as Indigopaw sleeps in the apprentices’ den and into the credits. Represents how his path to villainy started with sadness and abandonment, and how at the beginning he was really just a sad little kid.

(Would start with the instrumental that starts at 1:53 as just background music, with more of a focus on the music when the lyrics start up at 2:18. It would show flashbacks to when he was found on ThunderClan territory, then the credits would roll at 2:44)

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

(Chapter Unknown) would play after or over a sad scene. This is only really here because the song sounds really somber, even though I think it’s a love song.

Devil Town - Cavetown

Plays at the end of chapter 3 after Indigowing argues with Branchpaw. It would start at the beginning of the song and show him going to sleep.

At 0:19 when the beat drops is when the credits would roll.

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber

Definitely just background music of a sad scene.

Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

(Chapter Unknown) probably would play after a training scene and represents Indigopaw’s realization that his mentor is a massive bitch. I think this would be quiet and have dialogue over it until 0:41 or 1:04, where the music would be the focus. 

Who Knows Where the Time Goes - Fairport Convention

(Chapter Unknown) more backing for a depressing scene. More of Indigopaw feeling like no one likes him. Maybe this would be after a scene of Shadedpool yet again failing at being a good mother 💀 

Song 2 - Blur

(Chapter unknown) this song represents a younger Indigopaw just being edgy. This song would happen at some point in the story before he becomes a warrior. It would be the background music of some scene of him being edgy (probably during battle training, play fighting way too rough with Branchpaw.) It MIGHT could be the background music for the argument Branchpaw and him have at the end of chapter 3. 

I’m so Sick - Flyleaf

(Chapter unknown) This song would mark the start of Indigowing being truly evil rather than just hurt. It would probably start at the beginning of the song after Volestrike gets chosen as ThunderClan’s next deputy and on a closeup of Indigowing’s enraged expression. When the angry part of the song starts it would probably cut to him running in the forest and then stopping to slash the fuck out of a tree because he’s really angry, and clearly thinking about murdering a bitch.

Digital Silence - Peter McPoland

(Chapter Unknown) this is just another background song for something edgy that happens.

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

(Chapter Unknown) this would play over a scene with talking and at 0:55 would be a closeup on Indigpwing’s reaction to what was said. Maybe the scene would be Volestrike getting onto him for something. After 0:55 could be Indigwing fantasizing about ThunderClan burning down or him attacking everyone/Volestrike specifically being burnt up/attacked by him. At “and I start to smile” show Indigo smiling evilly. At “pearly… gates” show the night sky or something and the music would fade out to end the scene.

I Hope You Die - TTSSFU

(Chapter Unknown) Background Music that represents Indigowing’s hatred for Volestrike.

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

(Chapter Unknown) this would probably play over a montage. It represents Indigowing going full emo mode. He’s just super angry at everyone in ThunderClan and this is like the lead up to the confrontation with Volestrike. It would probably be the start of the chapter that ends with Volestrike confronting him for his behavior. (Possible: abrupt cut-off as Indigowing looks at Volestrike right as the lyrics say “I could not foresee this thing happening to you” and it would cut off right before the beat drops. It would cut off as Volestrike says something irritably and loudly, like he’s interrupting Indigowing’s emo ass montage.)

Yeah - The Unusuals

(Chapter unknown) 100% the song that plays after Indigowing is exiled from TC. It would start at the beginning right after Birdstar tells him he’s exiled and play as he leaves camp, giving all his former clanmates a smug look of “yeah I’m evil hehe”. When the lyrics start it would play a short montage of him traveling to WindClan. After “Yeah” is yelled for the first time at around 0:37, WindClan’s camp would be shown from a slight distance and the music would begin to fade out.

Trouble is My Middle Name - Bobby Vinton

(Chapter unknown) This would definitely play when Indigowing enters WindClan, probably right as Spottedshadow sees him. I think it should only be background music though and dialogue could play over it.

Ain’t it Fun - Paramore

(Chapter Unknown) this would just be the background music for a scene, probably of Indigowing and Spottedshadow are starting to fall in “love” (or whatever it is they have for each other); it’s the first time either of them have really felt connected to someone.

Angel - New Dad

(Unknown Chapter) would play over some somber or emo moment of Indigowing being edgy emo furry oc

The Unknowing - Jfarrari

(Unknown Chapter) would play after a scene that really cements the fact that Indigowing is an evil sadistic ass mf. When the lyrics start, the credits would roll.

Bugman - Blur

(Chapter Unknown) this is another background track of just Indigowing being evil at any point in the story. 

Hayloft - Mother Mother

(Chapter Unknown) I think this would play when Indigowing or Spottedshadow (not sure who yet) kills Spottedshadow’s ex. I kinda want to do this in a more creative sequence that flashes forwards and backwards, showing both of them at different times of the murder. The random music flourishes and the parts where they say “loft!” could be flashes forward of the dead body being dumped into the gorge, something like that.

Tell Me Not To Hurt - The Shades

(Chapter Unknown) Most of the song would be sporadic background track (probably throughout the chapter) and 1:31 would have a focus on the music, focusing on Indigowing’s emotions or actions. It’s about how he thinks he’s been wronged and is hurting because of it. The somber, ominous feeling of the music contributes to how Indigowing deals with the hurt in evil ass ways.

505 - Arctic Monkeys

(Chapter Unknown) This is just background music but it represents Indigowing’s longing and dedication to return to and destroy ThunderClan. Idk what the actual song is about though lmfao

Jealous - Eyedress

(Chapter Unknown) Indigowing’s relationship with Spottedshadow is a bit strained because he’s kinda a giant asshole. The end.

Broken Heart - The Contessas

(Chapter Unknown) This would just be an ominous background track for a scene near the end of the story, and would probably play after the scene of Indigowing and Spottedshadow breaking up (if I decide to go that route) If I do, after 0:56 would be a scene of Spottedshadow going to ThunderClan to warn them about the attack Indigowing is planning.

The Old Man’s Back Again - Scott Walker

(Chapter Unknown) This plays very close to the end confrontation/climax of the story. It would show all the characters in a montage and would end after one of the choruses on Indigostar preparing to give the announcement that he’s declaring war on ThunderClan.

-This is subject to change btw! And definitely subject to more songs being added (I'm adding more as we speak) but as of the exact moment of me posting this, it's up to date.

[kushblazer666]

fighting over a bad bitch while mazzy star plays in the background