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Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[gale-force-storm]

Ok, new headcanon I've been playing around with for a bit, and I like it so I figured I'd share. The gist is this:

Morena Dekarios: Bard

Gale's always felt like he has some theatre kid energy to me. He's dramatic, grandiose, expressive, he quotes Shakespeare, he writes poetry, he loves telling stories, he comes up with a little rhyme on the spot if you cheat at that chess puzzle, he's just got That Vibe. Now, he could have come by this energy naturally. Some people are just Like That. However, please join me in imagining little Gale, listening with rapt attention as his mother performs a ballad, or tells a story with such skill that the entire room is enthralled. Imagine her trying to keep baby Gale entertained with some dancing lights, only for him to swiftly pick up the spell himself. Maybe one of the reasons he likens magic to art is because, well, that's what it was to him, when he was young.

Maybe Morena was an up-and-coming bard, travelling around the Sword Coast. Maybe she started a fling, as bards often do, with some handsome adventurer, and they traveled together for a bit. Maybe they found out she'd accidentally become pregnant, and after some discussion her partner agreed to return to Waterdeep with her, because, Morena insisted, the road was no place to raise a child, and she'd rather have her family nearby for support. So they went and found a house to settle in, and things were ok for a time. A bit bumpy, but they made it work, her partner taking odd jobs around the city and her taking gigs in taverns and inns and feast halls for as long as she was able. Even the first year or two of Gale's life things went relatively smoothly. But then his magic tendencies started really manifesting, and while Morena was initially excited, the chaos that quickly followed threw her relationship even further onto the rocks. They kept trying for a few years, but eventually, when Gale was 4 or 5, the partner decided enough was enough. He never wanted a kid to begin with, and all this? It was too much. He was out, and Morena and Gale never heard from him again.

Morena still did her best after that, of course. She was still proud of her brilliant son, despite the chaos and what anyone else might say, his father included. He was with her constantly, including often sitting by and watching her performances when no one else was able or willing to watch him. Luckily he always loved watching her play and sing and tell stories, so he caused relatively little trouble when he came along. She even started teaching him to cook, and to play a few instruments, which he picked up as quickly as everything else, though the piano seemed to be his favorite. She considered getting him into bard college in the future, following in her footsteps, but then Elminster came along. And while she'd been doing her best to help Gale with his magic, it was a bit of a relief to have someone so skilled, so practiced and renowned, be willing to help. A relief too, to have someone who saw Gale like she did (or so she thought): as a gift. Someone special, rather than a nuisance or possible danger. She adored Gale, doted on him, taught him as much as she could, but she could admit that she was a bit out of her depth with him.

By the time she started questioning the wisdom of having him go to Blackstaff at such a young age, started questioning the messages he might be getting, Gale was old enough and had inherited enough of her willfulness that there was no stopping him from diving headfirst into whatever he wanted to do, including more formal wizard training. She was still proud, of course, but she did worry about him. She was glad that he at least had Tara around to keep an eye on him, and that Tara was willing to report back to her. As long as Gale was happy, Morena resolved, that's what mattered. Her little storm. Her darling son with the mind of a wizard and the heart of a poet. A heart like her own.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Halloween Decor Pikmin

Debut: Pikmin Bloom

Halloween may be over, not to come for another year... but you know what rhymes with year? FEAR! Heh heh... mischief lingers on the air!

Pikmin Bloom focuses on walking and collecting Pikmin wearing all sorts of fun and silly and cute costumes (except for the freeloaders with stickers on their heads), so of course this includes Halloween costumes! What better way to pressure you into spending money than with limited-time events? Don't worry, though, you can tell I'm not a shill because I'm posting this the day all of these STOP being available. If you want to collect them, then wait 11 months, I guess? Sorry! But these Halloween costumes include some of my favorites, so I would like to share them all with you here!

JACK-O'-LANTERN PIKMIN

The very first Halloween Pikmin to be added to the game, and suitably iconic! There is a delightful amount of variety here! No two have the same carved face or QUITE the same color of pumpkin. The most conventional face- the one worn by Rock Pikmin- isn't even the expected orange, but a green pumpkin!

My personal favorite, though, is Purple, whose eyes fit so well into the carved holes, and who has a spooky stitch- or skull-like mouth! Immediately, this one in particular stands out, thanks not only to that, but also to the stark white of its pumpkin!

Are you thinking pumpkins are much too large to be worn by Pikmin? Because if you are, you're correct. Don't Worry About It

HALLOWEEN TREAT PIKMIN

Now THIS one may be my favorite decor set in the entire game! The pumpkins were very nice, but wowza! Treats are the reason for the season, and here treats are! All decorated with that delightful Halloween aesthetic of orange and purple with, of course, plenty of cute monster iconography! Bats, pumpkins, spiderwebs, but most of all, oh ho ho. That happy little ghost with the purple hat? Is it possible for something to be TOO delightful? It isn't, but if it was, that ghost would come close!

Once again, Purple is my favorite costume of the bunch, thanks to its showcasing of the ghost, but I also love the purple icing rim, and the spiderweb pattern! Rock is actually a more appealing-looking cupcake to me, though, with bright orange icing and multicolored sprinkles, spooky dripping chocolate, and a very nice purple gradient wrapper. They remind me of the cupcakes my orthodontist used to give out around Halloween, and I love expanding Halloween treats beyond just candy! Both cupcakes are delightful. Even if muffins are better! Autumn Tip: eat a pumpkin muffin. It will make you Smile!

Aside from the cupcakes I do love Red here. A little bag of decorated cookies! For Pikmin, it's safe to be concealed in a plastic bag, as long as your leaf is sticking out so you can breathe. HUMANS THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU! If you plan on going in a bag, please make it a Burlap Sack! *hops in a sack down to the next paragraph*

HALLOWEEN LIGHT PIKMIN

Finally, the most recent Halloween Pikmin! I really hope new ones are a yearly tradition, and there's not yet any reason to think they won't be! These ones are all wearing lights, which is #SafetySmart of them. Maybe not Red, who has an actual exposed flame, but that's ok! Red Pikmin are heat-resistant, and the elemental traits are indeed carried over to Bloom in smaller ways. However, Red should be careful around the others who are all liable to being Burnt To A Crisp!

I may be predictable, but that's ok. Yellow is the Big Winner for me this year thanks to its Goofy Cute Ghost light, which, going by its animations, is actually alive somehow! Maybe it's the Yellow Pikmin's electrical ability moving it around... but I don't think that would make a seemingly inanimate object blink its eyes.

My second favorite here is Blue, who looks kind of terrified in there, but is having fun! I love the spider decoration, especially since it has four eyes, but that fake spider had better be careful. There's fake fire nearby!

And so we have reached the end of our one last little Halloween treat! Which Halloween Pikmin is your favorite? What did YOU dress as, if you had a costume? See you later :]

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Never Been Kissed - Part Two - Matthew Knies

This is Part Two of my Never Been Kissed mini-series for the amazing @cellythefloshie's birthday BINGO, featuring Matthew Knies. My 5 tropes (Virginity, Age Gap, Secret Lovers, Meet Cute, Pining) are spread across the 3 parts.

In case you missed it, here is the Link to Part One

Warnings/Notes - swearing, not quite smut but more than fluff? Just a bit of time spent on Matthew and Lana taking the next step (p and v exploration)

18+ only please.

Word count - 6.4k

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"Ok, you need to start talking… I'm dying here—tell me everything," Jason said as he handed Lana her martini on the rocks.

Lana chuckled slightly as she took a sip, savoring the taste on her tongue. It was another gorgeous evening in Toronto and the three relaxed on the terrace, enjoying the breeze off of Lake Ontario. Her brother's building had the most stunning southern view of the city, and she never tired of how the CN Tower looked at dusk. The sky boasted an ombré effect from blue to pink, and a string of small clouds rolled in, eventually engulfing the round observation deck at the top of the tower.

Lana explained meeting Matthew, who he was, and how for weeks, they had developed something—a connection—or whatever one would call it. She listed off the myriad of conversation topics and how, despite their different upbringings, they shared many similar views and ways of thinking. She spoke of his thoughtfulness; how each time they met, Matthew greeted her with a cappuccino and her favorite cold-pressed juice (even though he thought beets were gross). The way she caught him looking at her with his distinct green eyes and a gaze so hypnotic, she had to avert her eyes to try and remain grounded.

Andrew and Jason held hands as they listened to Lana describe her confusion with the onslaught of what she was beginning to feel. They both knew she had never experienced love or being in love, or even having so much as a high-school crush. The vitriol their mother spewed was simply too hard for Lana to comprehend from a young age, but now, meeting Matthew had resuscitated a part of her that had withered a long time ago.

Andrew sat down next to his sister as they began to eat their tantalizing dinner of barbecued black tiger shrimp, mixed green salad, and red potatoes.

"Okay, so… you've rhymed off the positives—what are your concerns? And don't think about it… just say it. I don't want you to sanitize what really is worrying you."

Mid-chew, she rolled her eyes at the amazing taste of the food. "His age. He's just 21. I'm more or less 11 years older - I mean, I know it's not totally unheard of but it's still a bit of an age gap."

"Keep going," Andrew prodded further.

"Well, again, I'm 32 and he's a young NHL'er. Do you know that virtually every time we passed a younger woman, Matthew made their heads spin… they completely melted at the sight of him. My assistant was one of them." Lana's eyes cast down to her plate and she shook her head. "This is the first man I have ever felt this way about, and he's barely an adult himself. I don't even know if he feels any of this or not but even if there is something there, how could I measure up to a stacked 20-year-old? I'm in a whole other decade than anyone in his social circle. And… I've been around these guys long enough to know there's no shortage of women that are at their disposal."

Jason and Andrew nodded in agreement.

Lana's eyes felt the pin prick of tears, and she blinked them away before they fell.

"And then there's that whole other issue." Setting her fork down, she looked at her brother with a pained expression. "Once more… I know how these guys operate—Matthew's very attractive… I'm sure he had his university experience with God knows how many girls. And then there's me. Never kissed anyone before, never been touched—never even…"

She put her face in her hands as she exhaled heavily. "Goddammit, it's getting harder all the time to even admit to myself that I'm still a virgin. How do I even begin to explain this to him or anyone else?"

"Lana, stop. Just stop now. You're getting upset, so let's just take this one step at a time. He's asked you out for dinner to say thank you. So go out to dinner with him and let him say what he wants to say." Andrew spoke softly as he continued. "You've had meals with him already, so don't put pressure on this. I realize this is new territory for you, but don't get ahead of yourself. Jesus, I'm just happy you admitted to liking someone. Hell just fucking froze over." Andrew flashed a crooked smile at his sister.

Jason interjected as Lana swatted Andrew lightly with her napkin. "Why not do something else? Dinner, schminner—we've got fantastic seats to the Jays game this Sunday. If you ask him and he's available, they're yours. It's a 1:30 start, so just go, grab an overpriced hot dog and a beer. Relax and have fun. You'll know more once the game's over than you did before."

"But—I thought… that was our Sunday thing…," Andrew said, his dark brown eyes full of disappointment as he turned towards his partner.

Jason draped his arm around Andrew's shoulder. "I was going to surprise you, but I've figured out something better—I'll tell you later."

Andrew smiled at his partner, and then turned to Lana and nudged her arm. "Do it—message him now just to get it over with and let's see what he says."

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When Matthew first read Lana's message, a wide smile spread across his face, and nervous excitement fluttered in his stomach. The prospect of spending an entire afternoon with Lana, relaxing and savoring the last days of summer, made him wish he could fast-forward through the hours and days until he saw her again.

As it went, the preceding days before their date flew by quickly. The pair fell into a comfortable routine of text messages throughout the day and longer phone calls in the evening. Matthew had even floated the idea of a "pre-date" dinner, but he discovered Lana was virtually Wonder Woman, juggling the many responsibilities and demands that pulled her in all directions day after day.

Sunday arrived, and Matthew had insisted on picking Lana up at her place. Her condo-townhouse was uniquely surrounded by expansive parks, forests, and ravines alongside tourist spots such as Casa Loma and the Royal Ontario Museum.

Matthew had hoped that Lana would invite him inside, but as he pulled alongside the curb, she emerged promptly, waved, and turned to ensure her front door was locked. Matthew bit his lip when he couldn't help noticing how fucking amazingly sexy she looked in a simple pair of jeans.

His stomach was aflutter as she slid in next to him wearing a José Bautista baseball jersey and a baseball cap. Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, reaching midway down her back.

Lana suddenly felt a little paranoid being decked out like a super fan versus Matthew's simple t-shirt and shorts. "Is this too much? I hope I'm not going to embarrass you," she laughed.

Matthew blushed. "God no—no… you look—just… wow… can't even think of the words…" He inwardly groaned. At times, he felt so immature compared to her effortlessly elegant demeanor.

Feeling his cheeks burning, he quickly changed subjects. "Oh, traffic was crazy coming up here, so what's the best way of getting down to the Rogers Centre? I'm not familiar with this area of the city at all."

"Hmmm, well… we have time… if you don't mind a little walk, we could just catch the subway. I'm planning on indulging with a couple of totally overpriced coolers at the game," Lana smiled. "I'm not sure if you can with your training, but could I twist your arm to have a beer or two with me?"

Matthew chuckled while giving a resounding "yes" to Lana's suggestion.

As they walked, Lana gave Matthew insights into the surrounding districts and popular neighborhoods. While still maintaining a level of privacy and confidentiality, she spoke of the residences of both past and present athletes and other prominent people whom her firm helped get situated in the city.

"Just a few streets over, that's where William's place is," Lana pointed to the east and then smiled. "Well, you likely know that already."

Matthew wasn't prepared to feel the sudden twist and lurch of his stomach hearing her mention his teammate and friend, Willy Nylander.

With ticks of what he could only decipher as pangs of jealousy, Matthew's thoughts bounced furiously inside his head. He knew he had no right to feel jealous or even a little bit possessive towards Lana, but god, he liked her so much. He wondered if she and Willy had spent extensive periods of time alone together as he had done with Lana while searching for a place. Matthew had seen first-hand how easy it was for Willy to attract women, and he wondered if they had a tryst or two—or even more. God knows she was hot enough to entice any man, athlete or otherwise.

Suddenly, the stark realization that he knew nothing about her personal life cast the harsh sting of doubt deep within him.

"Oh, you know Willy? Really good guy," Matthew said more blandly than he intended to.

"Not well, but yes, I met William years ago… he wasn't much more than a rookie when he and his roommate were looking for places to rent. His roommate's girlfriend was known for her modeling mostly, but she also worked for us as a sales rep at the time."

Matthew nodded his head, feeling a sense of relief that he at least didn't have to worry about any former escapades with his teammate.

However, between the walk, the subway ride, two drinks, and now two foot-long hot dogs at the game, Matthew still had a million questions floating around in his mind about her personal life. He couldn't put his finger on whether her reserved responses stemmed from being humble or modest, or if she was being completely evasive when he asked her a couple of basic questions about herself.

By the bottom of the third inning, with his second beer kicking in, Matthew finally mustered the courage to ask Lana more intimate questions about her personal life. Though he worried his questions might dampen the fun they were having, he couldn't resist—he was utterly smitten with this woman and needed to know more.

Taking another sip of his overpriced beer, Matthew, alongside some liquid courage, dove into the line of questioning. "I've got to know—why aren't you with anyone? No boyfriend, husband, wife, or even a girlfriend? I’m assuming you’re not with anyone, since you’re on a date with me."

Lana raised an eyebrow, followed by a smirk. Needless to say her two vodka coolers had loosened her up somewhat. “I didn’t know this was a date. I suppose I’ll have to break the news to my husband and my boyfriend once I get home.”

She glanced over at how Matthew both laughed and pouted at her poking fun at his question.

"Shit… I'm sorry. I blame the coolers if I'm being an asshole." Lana took a small bite of her hot dog and tried to tread lightly as she continued. "I am absolutely unattached. No husband, no boyfriend, wife or otherwise."

Matthew shook his head in disbelief. “Yeah, but how is that remotely possible? Like, I’m sorry - you’re really fucking awesome, and women like you rarely single. I’m surprised I guess - just trying to get my head wrapped around how this can be?”

Lana looked straight ahead as she thought of how to begin her explanation. "Dealing with people on a business level is something I do well—with both men and women. But on a personal level, I've always been a bit… I don't know—cagey around men."

From her peripheral vision, she could see and feel Matthew's gaze as he listened intently.

Tilting the cooler can to her mouth, she took a healthy sip before continuing. "It's terrible to say that more often than not, even from a young age, most men tend to ogle me like an object as opposed to a functioning human being. Or even a woman with some level of intelligence. So where it started as an awkwardness around men in general, I suppose I just continued to keep men at arm's length. That's mainly why I'm single, I guess. I have never actually dated anyone…ever."

Matthew's eyes grew wide, and he unintentionally expelled a short breath from the surprise of Lana's admission.

He turned back to look at the game but he could not care less about what was happening on the field. He could not think of one word to say.

The once easy and comfortable atmosphere the two had shared all day seemed to disappear within seconds.

Even as the crowd erupted in cheers for the Jays' popular right fielder hitting a line-drive double to the left field corner, Lana and Matthew were surrounded in a deafening silence, and were virtually oblivious to the excitement around them.

Based on his initial reaction, Lana began to write Matthew off in her mind as being yet another man who could not accept her for what she was.

In an attempt to break the tension, Lana was the first to speak. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to drag you down with all of that. I just wanted to answer your questions honestly." She pursed her lips together as she searched Matthew's expression. "If you'd rather end the date early, I understand."

“No, god…no. I don’t…unless you do?”

Lana glanced down, a faint smile playing on her lips that she tried, unsuccessfully, to hide as she shook her head.

The two remained at the game until the bottom of the eighth inning when they decided the Jays would win by a mile, barring any catastrophes in the final inning.

As they walked back to her place from the subway, their conversation still flowed easily, yet it was apparent that something between her and Matthew had shifted. With a heavier heart than usual, Lana put to rest thoughts of ever seeing him again.

Which is why Matthew seemed a bit confused and disappointed when Lana thanked him for coming, wished him well for the season, said goodbye and turned on her heel to start walking up her front steps.

“Lana? Wait…what’s - what’s happening?”

She stopped on the top step and turned around to face Matthew. She could see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat again. She had noticed it when they first met and on a number of occasions when they spent time together. She started to wonder if that was a sign of him being nervous.

With an air of uncertainty, Lana responded. “I assumed - well, that we were sort of….done…here. I felt like I more or less killed the vibe earlier.”

Matthew looked down at the sidewalk for a moment and then returned his gaze to Lana. “Well, no…it wasn’t you. I feel like shit because maybe I kept pressing you to answer. I do feel bad…it really is none of my business.”

Although he spoke the truth, he secretly wanted to push her for more information. He wanted to know everything. He just hoped she would let her guard down enough to let him gently prod her. He desperately didn’t want to their date to end so abruptly because now, he was more enthralled with her than ever.

Lana’s expression was soft as she recognized the tension in Matthew’s stance, his hands jammed into his pockets and his brows furrowed. “Would you like to come in for awhile? Order some dinner maybe?”

Cooley, Matthew nodded and tried to stifle a smile. He climbed the steps and joined her on the stoop. He stood close behind her as she unlocked the door, and her heart raced as he followed her inside.

Matthew’s jaw dropped from the moment he stepped through the frosted glass front door. The flawless interior design embodied Lana perfectly. Elegant, stunning, sophisticated, and inviting.

Lana walked Matthew throughout her home, smiling and often giggling at his reactions in each room as they entered. They decided to order a less-than- nutritious dinner, and ventured up to her rooftop terrace to enjoy the warm evening as they ate.

Calculating risk and probability had worked in her career and in her very few blind dates prior to meeting Matthew. Lana realized she had to shelve the mathematical formula and let her emotional intuition take the reins. After all, she had misjudged him. The labels she realized she had given herself mattered little to him.

Dusk settled over the city, and a cool evening breeze swept in as the two spoke about family, exchanged stories from their respective alma maters, and shared snippets of how they pictured their individual futures.

Matthew ever so subtly guided the conversation back towards Lana, but this time, he held her hand as she spoke of her upbringing, brief bits and pieces of her parents, her school years, and her mentor. Lana sipped her wine and allowed the little buzz she had to further fuel her openness with Matthew.

The nighttime temperature dropped rapidly, so the pair headed indoors and continued their conversation in the living room, settling on her plush grey sofa.

When she finally broached the subject of her complete inexperience with a man, Matthew simply could not process what he was hearing, and he went back for some clarification.

"So, wait—what do you mean? Like…you've never been kissed? Or ever had - "

Lana's face was flushed as she shook her head. "Nope. Never been kissed. There's even a movie with the same title with Drew Barrymore. I cringe every time it's listed as 'Recommended for you' on Netflix. Same with 'The 40-Year-Old Virgin'—I'm not 40, but I still avoid that movie like the plague. It’s too bad because I love Steve Carrell."

She chuckled at her self-deprecation and turned to Matthew, expecting at least a small grin.

But he wasn't smiling. Matthew's intense eyes were fixed on Lana's face. The distinct and sexy shape of his mouth was slightly open, and his lips were colored the most delicious shade of pink.

Matthew leaned towards her. The very second she felt his mouth on hers, she was sure she could live happily in that moment for the rest of her days. But when his hand gently cupped her face at her jawline, joining their mouths softly and passionately, that’s when Lana started to feel the effects between her legs.

There was heat. There was wetness spawned from urges that had long been keeping her awake at night, and her not knowing how to relieve any of it.

It was surprising to Lana how quickly her mouth learned to move so beautifully in sync with Matthew’s. He leaned her back onto the pillow against the arm of the sofa, and as he shifted to kneel between her legs, it was the first time Lana had ever seen an erection on a man. Matthew’s shorts were fully tented and Lana swallowed hard at the sight of it.

Stretching out on the length of the sofa, Matthew gently positioned himself between her legs. She expelled a small gasp as Matthew’s concealed member pressed against her clothed pussy. Matthew traced her neck with soft kisses, moving slightly up to her ear which elicited more soft moans.

Matthew spoke softly by her ear. “I never ever want to push you further than what you’re comfortable with. Promise me you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”

Lana responded just above a whisper as she kissed his temple. “I promise - I promise I will.”

Matthew moaned against her skin in response.

Lana was reeling from all of the exquisite firsts she was experiencing. The sensations from each kiss which made her feel like she could drift away only became deeper when he lightly stroked his tongue against hers. The feel of his tongue sparked a fervor for him that she could have never anticipated, even in her wildest imagination. She lightly gripped his hair at the scalp which only excited Matthew more.

“Is it ok if we go to my bedroom? Give us both some more room?” Lana said breathlessly. She could feel the puffiness of her lips and grazed her fingers over them as she looked up at Matthew.

Matthew’s eyes were like a rare colour of green glass, and had always cast a sort of spell on Lana since they first met. But now - now, she knew what it meant to touch and taste him. To feel his broad and strong frame between her legs. Whether their connection progressed further that evening or not, Lana knew that the long wait for a man's touch through adolescence into adulthood was well worth it.

She loved how swollen and pillowy Matthew’s upper lip looked, which formed into a borderline cocky smirk as he studied her face. Lana rolled her eyes a little at how he suddenly looked like a frat-boy ready to score. Chuckling at him, she pulled his mouth onto hers for another deep and passionate kiss.

They held hands as Lana led Matthew upstairs into her stylish master bedroom, trying to appear less nervous than she actually was. She watched Matthew look around at the furnishings and décor and look back at her, visibly impressed by it all. But she could also sense a mix of nervous anticipation as he slowly brought their bodies together.

Lana's breath trembled slightly, looking up at his face as she felt Matthew's hands glide down the length of her spine and land on her ass. "I'm not sure if I should wait to ask—there's no pressure…we don't have to go any further but will you stay—sleep here with me tonight?"

Leaning his forehead against hers, Matthew drew her body into his. "Of course. I would love to stay with you. Anywhere. Anytime."

Lana rose on the tips of her toes to kiss Matthew again. Just like that, he had made her feel so comfortable and secure enough to initiate touch, kiss, and openly want him. It was baffling and exhilarating to her at the same time.

After freshening up in separate bathrooms, Matthew returned to the bedroom first. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and slipped between the sheets. The comfort of Lana's bed made him groan as the mattress soothed his aching muscles from his daily workouts. As he settled in bed, he gazed in awe at the expansive city view through the windows which were tinted for privacy from the outside.

Lana emerged from her ensuite bathroom feeling timid and unsure. She had no idea what to do or what to say, or even what to wear. Was she supposed to walk towards the bed acting sexy and confident?

The only thing she knew was that she felt neither confident nor sexy in her plain white tank top and shorts.

Watching her slide in next to him—her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with shyness—his heart swelled with admiration for Lana. He would do anything to make her feel at ease.

She lay on her side, her long, honey-blonde hair sprawled across the pillowcase as her eyes scanned Matthew's muscular frame. She hesitated touching his skin at first, but she figured they had come this far….

Lana stared with wonderment at Matthew’s conditioned body, allowing her hand to lightly travel from his collarbone, down between his pects and across the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

Lana’s hand stopped moving just around bellybutton as she tried not to gawk at his erection. She looked back up at Matthew’s face, his expression filled with adoration as she explored his body.

Matthew gently pulled her tightly against his body, his desire for her apparent. He leaned her onto her back and his lips kissed a path down towards her taut nipple showing through the thin cotton fabric of her tank top. The very second his tongue connected with the tip of her nipple, Lana’s back arched wanting everything Matthew was offering. His hand was quick to slide her top up, uncovering her full, round breasts.

Lana whisper-moaned how incredible Matthew felt as his tongue lapped, flicked, and stroked each peak while his hand cupped underneath her breast. Lana recognized that her body had long been sending her signals, virtually pleading for a man's touch. Now she was experiencing what it truly felt like to be intimate with someone she really liked, and she was not at all prepared for how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.

She wanted to tell Matthew she was ready for more but she wasn't sure what to say or how to say it.

Tracing the contours of his broad shoulders, she threaded her fingers through his sun-kissed brown hair. She bit her lip, mesmerized, as Matthew alternated between kissing and sucking her breasts.

"Matthew — my god, you feel so amazing…" Lana said softly. When Matthew raised his head, his hair tousled and eyes heavy with lust, she smiled and stroked the small scars along his jawline. "I'm not sure what the right words are… but if you could — I mean, only if you want to… I'm ready for you tonight… I want to experience everything with you…"

Matthew brought his face closer to hers. "Only if you're positive. Even if you change your mind — if it's too much, I promise, I won't go any further." He kissed her gingerly, showing his complete devotion to her.

Lana nodded and smiled. “I’m sure.” Butterflies flitted in her stomach as Matthew’s tongue touched hers in a deep kiss.

Matthew suddenly groaned and pulled away slightly. The look of dismay on his face was concerning as he hung his head.

“I know it’s a long shot to ask…but you wouldn’t happen to have condoms lying around somewhere? I don’t tend to carry them with me…” Matthew said apologetically.

Lana's eyes grew wide with the realization that she had not even thought about protection, and if she and Matthew were going to continue these types of activities in the future, she needed an appointment with her doctor quickly.

"Should I run out now—grab some maybe?" he asked.

She looked at Matthew's handsome face and shook her head with a sweet smile that held a hint of regret. "No…..maybe we should forgo that for tonight.” She focused on the same scars on his jawline and kissed each one softly. “I've waited this long for sex… I can wait a little longer."

Lana seemed a little more confident and comfortable as she made an unexpected and rather seductive move by sliding her body on top of Matthew's and straddling his hips. She watched as his mouth first fell open, followed by a firm bite to his bottom lip at the sight of her before him. Her hair was mussed, her tank was stretched and barely covering her voluptuous breasts, and her toned thighs, which were now spread apart, showed the wet mark in her shorts from her seeping arousal.

She trailed her fingernails lightly across his chest. “If it's okay with you, can we see what other things might give us a bit of pleasure?”

Matthew was speechless—he could only nod and grin as he ran his hands up and down the sides of her legs.

Lana could feel his erection, still concealed by his underwear. If she listened solely to her bodily instincts, Matthew's cock would be inside her right now. Both wanting and not wanting to give in, she lightly slid her panty-clad pussy against his hard shaft. When Matthew moaned and gripped onto her hips and told her to keep going, she repeated it until she was masterfully grinding against his growing cock.

Her mind was a whirlwind, full of needs and sensations that she had never felt before. To say this moment was one of the most exhilarating of her life would not have been a stretch.

She leaned over and brought her mouth onto Matthew's, as his hands roamed and caressed every accessible inch of Lana's soft skin. She gazed at Matthew as he murmured sweet encouragements against her lips. She could feel a blissful pressure in her core as she squeezed her tight pussy walls as he gripped her ass, pressing his cock firmly against her sheathed folds.

“Come - lie here on your back,” Matthew gently directed.

Lana and Matthew worked in tandem to remove her shorts and top. The soft glow from the bedside lamp perfectly illuminated Lana's athletic, toned body. Though initially feeling timid and exposed, Lana was quickly put at ease by Matthew's gentle affection.

Lana couldn't take her eyes off his face as he lay on one side of her, running his fingers along her abdomen. When he asked if he could keep going, she nodded emphatically, giving him permission to explore her aching pussy.

With his finger at the top of her slit, Matthew asked if Lana had ever touched herself.

Her breath hitched as she said "No." Her eyes remained fixed on Matthew as he kissed her, ensuring she was comfortable before he wet his thumb in his mouth and began to slowly rub small circles just above her clitoris.

As if with a mind of its own, Lana's hand grasped Matthew's forearm as he continued to gently massage the delicate, sensitive areas within her warm, wet folds. Short, erotic-sounding breaths escaped her parted lips as her eyes closed and her head pressed into the plush king-size pillow.

Lana began to moan Matthew's name while her hips moved almost in tandem with Matthew's circular strokes. She opened her eyes and they met his, so mesmerizing and entrancing.

Lana’s hand loosened from Matthew’s forearm, travelling up along the showy vein along his bicep eventually snaking along the base of his neck. She pulled his mouth onto hers - her kiss laced with a fire and hunger for him that she unconsciously yearned for.

Lana cried out as her body suddenly shuddered and spasmed when Matthew continued stroking the inner lips of her pussy, while lightly touching the nub of her clitoris.

She wasn’t sure if the surge of intense warmth from her core was an orgasm, but whatever it was felt absolutely exhilarating as gripped and pulled Matthew into her panting and breathless body.

Lana's body twitched as she laid her head back on the pillow. She and Matthew shared a look of pure contentment, until Lana's hand grazed against the prominent wet spot on his briefs. Her eyes trailed down to his cock, which stretched the light cotton material that concealed it.

Lana’s doe-eyes trailed back to Matthew’s face, unsure of how to give Matthew the same kind of release he just gave her. She continued to look at him as she ran her hand up his rigid shaft. “Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“No - it feels really good….you can keep touching it.”

Lana adjusted her body, laying on her side and guiding Matthew onto his back. “Can I take off your underwear?” she asked in a sweet and suggestive manner.

Matthew moaned softly. “Mmmm….yes - please…take them off.” He lifted his hips as she gently tugged the briefs down his thighs, exposing a very generous and thick cock. Lana couldn’t help but to stare at it as it lay stiff in the middle of his pelvis.

“Can you show me how - maybe how to stroke you to make you cum?”.

Lana was eager to learn and Matthew was more than willing to show her how he liked being touched.

But what surprised Lana more was the intense urge she had to put his cock in mouth.

Jesus - one step at a time Lana….even though it does looks fucking yummy she thought.

With a few tips and pointers from Matthew, Lana began to stroke Matthew's cock, from the tip of the head down to his balls. She propped up onto her elbow and found herself to be a fast learner under Matthew's guidance. She studied his expressions—what movements made him squirm and moan, what made him flex his feet back and forth, and what made him groan and call her name. She never let his sensitive flesh get dry—she was salivating so much at the idea of one day sucking his cock that she would continuously moisten her fingers before massaging the glistening head and his girth. When Matthew's hips began to rise and his breathing became erratic, Matthew gripped the sheet and gasped for Lana to keep going, just a little faster. The erupting cum shot from his pulsating cock was Lana's reward—it was as perfect for a night of firsts as she could have ever hoped for.

Still looking a bit dazed, yet extremely satisfied, he turned his body towards Lana, resting his lips against her neck while his hand glided up from the back of her knee and up her thigh.

His breath was warm against the soft skin of her throat as he murmured how good she was. And something about being a really good student.

After tidying up with gentle, affectionate gestures, Lana and Matthew settled into bed. Initially drowsy, Lana's senses awakened as lamps were switched off and the glimmer from the city lights was softened through the dark solar shades. She yearned to savor this final "first" with Matthew—the experience of falling asleep and waking up beside someone she truly cared for. She smiled to herself when she heard his breathing pattern slow and even out, and then gingerly moved into her favorite sleeping position. Matthew awoke for a brief second, pulled her in close next to him, and drifted off to sleep once more. Lana's eyes grew heavy once she had calmed the thoughts that danced in her head, and fell asleep with hints of a smile remaining on her face.

As it always did during the work week, Lana's alarm sounded at precisely 5:25 am, and her window shades, set on an automatic timer, retreated into their housing. Typically, she'd be heading to the bathroom at 5:30 sharp, ready to tackle her standard exercise regimen. However, with Matthew's body still spooning hers, her traditional morning routine could take a backseat—just for one day.

Rubbing the tiredness from her eyes, she reached for her phone while Matthew’s arms tightened around her, silently pleading that she stay close to him. Setting her phone back down, Matthew kissed her exposed shoulder and groaned contentedly as he drifted back to sleep.

Lana lay awake, gazing into the darkness of the early morning hours. She found this time of year to be bittersweet with the days becoming shorter and the leaves beginning to change. After her traditional September vacation, when she rid herself from the hustle and bustle of her career and the city, she would return clear headed but yearning for a change. A change which she could never quite put her finger on.

Lying with Matthew that morning, she realized the change she had longed for and her desire to invest time in someone worthwhile were deeply intertwined. She would never dream of putting pressure on this new found whatever this is, but fuck if she wasn’t going to enjoy the moment to its fullest.

At 6:25 AM, another alarm sounded before Lana could silence it. Matthew stirred, whispering a husky "Good morning" in her ear.

Lana smiled and said the same to him while stroking his forearm. She softly said she needed to get ready for work and began to shift to leave Matthew's side. He pulled her back towards him in protest, opening up one eye as he moaned a long, drawn-out "Noooo….can’t you call in sick or something? Look at the clouds - it’s going to be a shit day outside….better off staying here…."

Lana playfully feigned exasperation, giggling as he nuzzled the back of her neck, while his free hand roamed up her thigh, circled around her torso before his palm rested under her breast, giving the soft roundness a gentle squeeze.

Lana savored Matthew’s early morning advances and thought perhaps she could call in sick, or at least cut her day short. “Do you have somewhere you need to be today?” she asked mid-squeal as he hands continued to wander over her skin.

“Supposed to be doing my lift training today at 9:30, but I can see about postponing it for another day - if you can stay in bed with me, that is.”

Lana shifted her body enough so she could turn to look back at Matthew. She enjoyed the feeling of being wanted but their respective careers still needed tending to. “How about this - I go to the office while you train. I’ll ask Ainsley to shift some calls around and we can come back here for lunch…something like that?”

“Mmmmm….something like that….”

Lana’s eyes grew wide and she bit her lip with the feeling of Matthew’s growing hard-on poking against her ass cheek.

You better pick up some condoms while you’re out Lana mused.

[moonsidesong]

finished UT Yellow pacifist ! i really really enjoyed it! i will definitely be going back for the other runs but i'd like to let this sit for at least a few days before i go back in.

extended thoughts below!! yaayay!!!!

ok im sorry to open with a negative thought but if i can be a little mean. ceroba's fight suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks. visually its insanely cool, musically its insanely cool, the presentation overall rocks, but gameplay wise its the worst ive played so far bar none.

i think this game for the most part had pretty fun and interesting bullet patterns for the bosses and, especially in the case of Axis, El Bailador, and Guardener's fights, i really got the sense i was getting a little better each time as i memorized the attacks, which is exactly what i want from a UTDR boss fight! i heart memorization.

... but Ceroba's fight was the only one where i felt like the bullet patterns just had no rhyme or reason to them. i think using several simple attacks to make a layered complicated one is a good idea in theory but in the way they did it i kinda just felt like she was throwing random crap at me and when I did beat it (which took i think around an hour) i sorta just got the impression that i was lucky enough her RNG picked the easier ones a few extra turns in a row rather than feeling like i actually accomplished anything (anything with the gravity black hole added was just kind of a death sentence for me, maybe its a skill issue but i feel like yknow. im okaaayyy at bullet hell... wah...)

also, i dont know much about game design, but the overall momentum of the fight is set up to really only be good if you beat it the first time. which is not great. they make you watch a cutscene every time you die and although it is brief, it breaks things up just a little too long! you get really sick of hearing the first few notes of what are otherwise great songs in her fight, and it makes it harder to feel for her when watching her scream starts to become annoying. i think if it were up to me, it'd be best if when you died, there was no cutscene, and the game over screen didnt have music or text and was JUST the Retry/Continue prompts so you can jump back into the action quickly. if we wanna take it a step further, because the music opens with such intense notes, stop making it start over!!!! pick it up where it left off!!!! maybe even have the game over menu not even stop the music, just muffle it temporarily or something. i dont know. thats what id do if it were up to me but i did not make anything im just a guy writing a tumblr post

anyway hater hour over. i mentioned those three boss fights earlier because they were my favorites. i thought they were really fun. i can see how some people might think the shield mechanic during Axis's fight might suck but it was like easily my favorite actually HAHAHA idk i thought it was fuuuuun heehehe yaay i block the bullets and it makes a good sound sound makea me happy <- this is the hightest compliment you can get from a misophonic player

also the ending made me cry. this isnt saying much because literally everything makes me cry but it did in fact make me cry. u show me characters showing a moment of genuine vulnerability in a bittersweet atmosphere and uh oh

anyway.

i mentioned in my previous thought post that i was interested in seeing where the running theme of "jobs/employment" was going, and seeing it play out into meaning "forever unfinished business" was really good. Martlet quits the Royal Guard having felt like she never really did anything there, neither Chujin nor Ceroba could finish what they set out to do, and Clover never even saw the other human souls. theres probably more than that too thats just what i remeber my memorys actually kinda bad i never remember anything until i play it like three times oops. maybe i should start writing my thoughts as i go instead of making big unorganized writeups on tumblr after the fact.

also this is a really small personal nitpick that doesnt matter but i dont like ceroba's skirt. i think having such a regal traditional outfit otherwise and then just wearing a short skirt that goes above her knees makes her look more like a schoolgirl than it does someone who is like At The Minimum in her thirties. i get not wanting a long skirt to get in the way of her silhouette for her boss fight since shes all like stanced up but at that point just give her pants LOL

i don't care to comment much on the writing, on the whole i really liked it so i dont have as much to say, but i dont think martlet shouldve been there in the room with you for Chujin's tapes. i think that shouldve been a quiet moment with just Clover so it could Sit with you for a second. thats my only writing gripe in this very moment.

anyway GRAHHHH I ENDED UP WRITING A LOT OF THINGS I DIDNT LIKE AND I DONT WANT TO LEAVE WITH THE IMPRESSION I HAD A NEGATIVE EXPERIENCE SO:

MUSIC WAS REALLY GOOD!!! I LIKED ALL THE CHARACTERS!!!! I LIKED MAKING AXIS'S FUNNY ROBOT PARTNER I THOUGHT THAT WAS FUNNY!!!!!!!! ASIDE FROM THE FINAL BOSS I THOUGHT THE GAMEPLAY WAS FUN!!!!! THE MAIL MECHANIC WAS REALLY SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PLAYED WITH MY FRIEND AND I HAD A VERY GOOD TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAY!!! I VIDEO LOVE GAMES!!!!!!!!!!

thanks for reading! im sure ill have more thoughts to share by the time i do the other routes, but like i said at the start, id like to just sit on my thoughts and let the game simmer for now. my overall opinion is that i thought it was good! not perfect by any means, but very very good. i'm sure i will revisit it someday. and by that i mean right now im gonna draw and watch a bit of saltydkdan's video of it before bed.

if you read this far tell me your favorite hot drink :) lately ive been really obsessed with like, this basic ass cinnamon/nutmeg/coriander chai from target. i put a little honey and cream in it and its like my favorite thing ever i have some every morning. i used to think i only liked fruity teas but my eyes have been truly opened.

[soiiguessthiisiisathiing]

I just got Clausten lovechildren on the brain~

(I also have a whole idea on how love children are created so- if you’re interested feel free to read here)

Now introducing! ✨ The Bois ✨

I imagine Claus and Ninten having twins. With Claus being a twin and Ninten having twin sisters it just makes sense to me (plus I love twin characters haha)

And thus, Tess and Jesse!

Tess is named after Tessie (from Tazmily, I love the hc that she really looked after the boys after their mother passed away), when Claus and Ninten did their name reveal however, Jeff whole-heartedly thought the pair were cryptid fans, doesn’t help that the baby inherited purple hair from Nin’s side.

Jesse is a rhyming name with Tess which Ninten was super excited to incorporate lol. Other name options were Lincoln and Collinn (yes, with two N’s, as an anagram like Lucas and Claus’), and Nolan and Dolan (which was more of a joke made by Claus, which Ninten in return was going to take 100% seriously)

Their “baby/childhood’ nicknames are Tessie and Jessie.

More info:

Parenthood

For the first couple of days when they were born, Claus was a bit reluctant to touch them- scared he was gonna hurt them. Ninten would then go and take his left hand, gently guide it to one of the sleeping babes and press his hand on one of the babies, telling him not to worry and that he shouldn’t be scared, since he’s their father after all. (This did in fact made Claus, and I, cry)

Clausten adjusted into parenthood fairly easily, something about them being responsible older brothers making them pretty ok dads. They’re a little messy, but most first time parents are. (Especially with twins haha) Claus and Ninten take turns disciplining and teaching the kids, Ninten being the more stern parent than Claus. (Definitely the perks of being the older big brother and ‘man of his house’ at a young age). Claus is a bit scared to discipline his kids, but he does a great job teaching them about good morals and about the world. They go exploring on ‘mini expeditions’ bringing back nature scrapbooks and rocks to decorate the windowsills and shelves at home.

Ninten ended up being a lot more motherly than he would’ve imagined as a parent, very caring towards the boys and always thinking of things to do for their needs. He’s always singing and dancing with his boys. Making everyday very fun and whimsical, providing fun make-believe scenarios about fairytales and fantasy.

Claus on the other hand, grows to be a lot like his dad. This is actually something Lucas caught earlier on once the brothers became more like adults. Claus is very quiet when parenting, much more happy to just watch his lover and his kids playing, rather than joining them. When he watches the boys however, he does it quietly, telling them about things if they point it out and eagerly responds but with a calm demeanor.

Personality

When the boys reach more into a toddler age, it is very noticeable that Tess is a LOT more energetic than his twin. Jesse is a daddy’s boy, so he is constantly being cuddled and held. On family outings, it’s common to find Claus chasing Tess around aimlessly, while Ninten has Jesse practically glued to his chest, face not even facing other people, just pressed into his dad.

Tess acts a lot like younger Claus, just more giggly and optimistic (I imagine baby Claus was more energetic and hot-headed, but Tess is here to have a good time) Tess is a YAPPER, however, constantly just babbling on and on about the randomest things, “Oh? It’s a bird! 🐦 ☺️ hi Mr. Birdie! Daddy, Mr. Birdie is blue! Daddy, is Mr. Birdie going home? Daddy? Daddy! Look! Look!”

Jesse acts like a younger Lucas and Ninten. He’s a quiet kid with separation anxiety. Pretty much refuses to talk unless he thinks it’s absolutely necessary, like saying good night to his dads or telling on his brother who ate all his cheerios. He also idolizes Ninten, and wishes to be just like him!

*Tying scarf around his neck* Nin + Claus: “Jessie what are you doing baby?”

Jesse turns around, proud of his work, the scarf was roughly tied, but it is still held together, the toddler stands in a hero pose tiny hands on his hips, eyes gleaming, and spoken in a little raspy voice, “Look. Jessie look like daddy!” 😊 He stands proudly.

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AHHHH - I got art coming soon- so I hope you like the little sketch of the boys as toddlers for now!!! ((And feel free to ask any questions about the kids I’m more than happy to answer!!))

[cartooemcanhis]

Bugbo hcs for my wacky dacky au

Bugbo!!

🐜 He's this odd combination of an ant, a dock bug, and a cockroach.

🐜 Believe it or not, he used to have wings but they got ripped off in some kind of accident(Presumably the same one he got his antenna bent in), theres only a tiny bit of his wings still left

🐜 He does just want the best for his friends but he can come off as very passive agressive often

🐜 His friends and him all live together

🐜 The way he met his friends was..odd to say the least, he just randomly showed up one day and noone really questioned it

🐜 Never admits it but he probably goes out late at night to go like pilage random farmers crops just for the hell of it

🐜 He may look fluffy but trust me, don't touch the floof, it's like caterpillar hair, it WILL give you an itchy rash

🐜 Doesn't let Gerbo drink chocolate milk in the middle of the night because it's HIS chocolate milk

Gerbo!

🕷️Very silly fellow!

🕷️ Despite being a spider he cannot make webs :(

🕷️ He can climb walls and stuff though, he just doesn't do it often because he often gets stuck on ceilings

🕷️ Hoppo and him have this sibling like relationship where they do all sorts of wacky stuff together, The main two things being playing adopt me on Roblox and watching YouTube kids for hours on end

🕷️ He really really looks up to Bugbo

🕷️Big fan of chocolate milk but he's never allowed to have it 💔

🕷️Unlike Bugbo, Gerbo's fur is actually safe to touch and it's decently floofy.

🕷️He still secretly collects rocks for no rhyme or reason but that's ok

Gradient Joe!

⚫ Starting off with a slightly cocnerning one,his Gradient is kinda like a parasitic non-sentient being, it's slowly taking over all of his body, don't worry though, it doesn't hurt him. (He also theoretically could spread his gradient to other people but hes never intentionally done that.yes, he has done it by accident before.)

⚫ Unlike what Bugbo says, he's probably just average intelligence lol

⚫Every part of his body that has gradient on it is oddly cold to the touch

⚫ Probably good at cooking but he can't eat so he doesn't bother to

⚫Has a very small crush on Bugbo but he knows that Bugbo won't ever like him back, but he's fine with that

⚫He's the one that pays the taxes in the house

⚫ uncomfortable around small children, it's unclear why

⚫ ABSOLUTELY locks his credit card up in a high security safe whenever he doesn't have it on him because he knows Hoppo will steal it and use it to buy 5839920202 shells worth of robux to waste on pet sim x on roblox

Hoppo!

🦗 the giggler

🦗 Ultimate ipad kid and yet somehow a girlboss and war criminal at once

🦗Uses internet slang when talking often

🦗Collects bones and other odd stuff and trinkets

🦗Scams so many kids on adopt me Roblox and on pet sim x

🦗 Absolutely slaying in the bug war, they're having fun somehow

🦗 Always off doing stuff

🦗 Physically cannot sit or stand still, always stimming in some way

🦗 Occasionally joins Bugbo on his late night "pilaging crops" outings

🦗He is a massive prankster, whenever it's April fools day you better lock your windows, doors, and chimneys, she is coming, they will show no mercy

🦗Can and will produce and spit acid at you if ur making xe angry or uncomfortable, they will then giggle at you and hope away

THOMAS FLYSWATTER!

🪰His backstory is fake as hell, every time he's asked about his past he'll make up a new backstory because he genuinely can't remember his actual backstory/past

🪰 Absolutely stims whenever he's explaining his devious plans (Yes, this includes his goofy rat looking tail wagging like a dog lol)

🪰Legit doesn't have a bed, he just sleeps on the floor of his evil lair like a cat lol

🪰Said lair used to be an old Swatter Inc building that got abandoned and he decided to live in

🪰All of his clothes are WAY too big for him since he's thin as a twig and flatter than a pancake

🪰Actually does use his hands and tail swatters as actual flyswatters (do not shake this man's hands they are nasty)

🪰His feet are flyswatters as well so whenever he doesn't have shoes on and he walks he makes funny af slapping sounds and waddles like a duck sorta

🪰 Litterally drinks bugspray, he just sprays it right in his mouth like a weirdo

🪰He's tried to kill Bugbo like 90 times now and every time he tries to Bugbo acts like he's never seen him ever in his life

[dimalink]

Music exercises – course at three hours

Rather long time, there were no news about music exercises. By different reasons. First of all, there were no nothing positive. There was no positive movement. So, for some time, it was all time, with some minimum level. Very low. Even to write about it. And even more - to play something. Even, if this something, it is something really stupid. So, it was no some positive result. So, I, even, start to think, that music things are going rather – like a dead end.

Well, I think, it was really like this. Anyway, I will continue, even in this case, but with so minimal steps – very small result can be achieved.

Some kind of miracle does not happens. But, well, something musical is happened. And positive. And there is something to write about. So, even today, I still do not have a music skills for a simple things. Yes, it is stable, same. And some goals, lets say, for a year ago. Something start to play. Still in category of just a dreams. This is stay at that place, as it was.

But. Some thing I receive. As, I can say, it is, already, about something. So, I start, with something little negative, you know. So, at last, about music exercises. I can to play bass guitar for three hours. During one day. And half of an hour in a second day. And by hour I spent on electro guitar and hour on synthesizer. So, this is my main result!

So, right now, I understand, that music - it is skills. Fantasies – it is very good. It is a things, you need. But, also it requires a skills. So, for some time, I think about music as a some kind of magic. Or, I cannot to solve this puzzle into my head, about what music is. Music - it is fantasies and skills. Fantasies, it is good and right direction. It is a level of a music listener, dreamer. It is ok. But next, you need a skills. Skills to play guitar, synthesizer, bass guitar. For example. Some exercises. Melodies and rhymes. This is a music for me, how I get it now.

OF course, music it is not a first things, music does not have a priority, it is not primary, in casual life. And, it is simply, a point of interest. So, it is good to have a regular interest. From another hand. Lots of us, like to listen something. So, let it be, in middle case, some rock music. There are lots of musicians in this genre. And from this point, you get a regular interest.

Positive side, it is goes, things goes, even if - it is not well correct absolutely, so-so things, and slow. And, anyway, it is not enough. Even, for a simple things. But, something, starts to be better in this plan. So, first of all, I add much more time to play music instruments. It is most valuable thing.

With bass guitar, one day, I start some exercises. Which I find in internet. Simple. Well, you know, just to pull strings. Later, some tracks, that I like, during that time. It is something from Sisters of Mercy. Very cool gothic band. And, also, few rhymes from songs, which are simply from few notes. And, for example, how simple bass guitar can be. So, right now, I can write this, at least.

About electro guitar. It is, again, about chords, and, I try to remember chords and try to exchange chords, one to another. And one track. Hawkwind. It is loud such a rock. Space, I call it space music.

By synthesizers. It is one music exercise, and chords. Once again, chords. It is valuable thing. And, first two pages from book “To Music with a Joy”. So, this is achievement.

It is about, what I try to do. It does not mean I do it good! Once again. Not enough time, I put into these. It is good, as I get, it lots of time everyday to put in playing music. Then it will be a big results. So, I have results like these now. So, in such state. About to my own tracks, I can say this is not a time to speak about my own tracks, in this case. So, right now, I need to get to absorb a thing I call musicality, musicalismus, musical, music skill. It is fantasies and music skills. There are fantasies. And there are no skills. So, these things, I am doing now!

So, this is my phase, I start to understand it better. And, I call it, as a course at three hours. Because of, it is my first achievement. With bass guitar, I played for three hours. It does not matter, what, certain things, I play. Course 1 hour at electro guitar and synthesizer. And plus half of an hour for bass guitar at second day. So, such results for now. I need to get some musicality, musicalismus, musical, music skills.

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[the-sinful-voice-witch]

The Time has come, I shall speak now about my one true pairing, the couple I love the most in Sonic's universe: Knuckles×Rouge

Knouge is a relationship trope that simply works sooooo fucking well!!😖😖 It's fresh juice of the finest quality👌👌, I have seen this kind of relationship a lot: Scrooge x Goldie, Carmelita x Sly, Puss x kitty and of course Batman x Catwoman... 😏😏 (by the way all this couples already kissed, what the fuck are you waiting for SEGA? 😒😒) Is basically the kind of relationship that has losts of banter and tension and honestly they give a lot of material for good juicy stories.

This was the first relationship that could be considered canon in the games regarding having mutual feelings for each other (because at that time Sonic didn't have the relationship with Amy that he has now). When Rouge was introduced in Sonic Adventure 2, she was created to be Knuckles' rival in skills but not only that, she was intended to be also his love interest in a more specific way but in the end they decided to keep things more subtle and not as completely obvious as Amy's display of feelings for Sonic, also she was going to be named Nails the bat, so Nails 💅 and Knuckles 👊 rhymes with Tails but they named her ROUGE which means RED in French a ROMANCE language, red like Knuckles I'm just saying.

SA2 in fact has the very first "romantic" scene between two sonic characters, because absolutely no one will convince me ever that the moment when he saves her and they look into each other's eyes holding hands wasn't a romantic scene, like seriously 😤😏👇

and look what I found, this is an official sonic book from SEGA:

Do we need more proof than this? Ok 👌 let's continue then:

So the best words to describe them are: "Polar opposites attraction" "Pure vs flirtatious" "Honor vs dirty play" "Guardian vs Thief" "Endless banter" "Arguing married couple" And of course: "SEXUAL TENSION" 😂😂 even in the damn soundtrack!! Have you listened to Knuckles theme? "Kick the rock (Wild Canyon)" SEGA approved that song! 😂 Here let me show the best part of the lyrics:

"I gotta chase a bat, uh" "Yeah Rouge she is sexy and smooth, a double cross spy thief that's out for my jewels, uh! I'm feeling her in mysterious ways" Boy... Knuckles suddenly got hit by puberty or something 😂😂 he was unknowingly horny for her already...

"Who could'a did this? That snitch named Rouge! When I catch her I'm gonna get her with these tools" There you are, come here little thief! Think you going to fly and get away quick? Uh, uh! Give up the Emerald or die! I don't love you!! " And now he becomes a tsundere denying feelings nobody asked him if he has 😂 and we all know he wouldn't let her die.

Also the most important thing that makes them absolutely canon is that Sonic ships them, Sonic's shipping mind is indisputable, he did it a few times already: in Sonic Rivals he asks them if they are on a date, in one of Sonic's phone games they start arguing because Knuckles was salty that Rouge was so nice wishing Sonic happy birthday and that she wasn't that nice to him in HIS birthday (jealous much?) and Sonic says to tails that that is true love and then Rouge goes full tsundere denying it 😂😂😂, precious 👌👌.

Let's also mention what happened in sonic X specifically with the original Japanese dub, Rouge just wouldn't stop flirting (+backstabbing let's be honest😛) and knuckles wouldn't stop reacting to it 😂

In this scene ☝ in Japanese she purposely asked him if he was "active" At night too 🤣🤣🤣 she just meant she is active at night because she is a bat... But the way she said that 😆, she was known for making lots of dirty jokes in the Japanese version... Ok but leaving that aside I want to mention only one specific moment because in general the dynamic was the same: she flirts and jokes, he falls for it ect... But this scene was my favorite because this was literally a date.

Don't fight me. THIS WAS A DATE.👇👇

So many things to say about this scene, first the romantic full moon night background, in Japan when someone says the "moon is beautiful tonight" Means "I like/love you", unfortunately none of them said anything like that but with all this is just plain obvious this was a romantic setting, Rouge was trying to get Knuckles to be emotional because she knows he misses Sonic and wanted him to think she is so caring and compassionate and give her jewels 😂 but he ends up being stubborn breaking the mood and accuses her to be the one who misses him making her angry and start a fight but after a while they see Sonic in the sky and Rouge says they look dumb and wonders why were they fighting for in the first place, Knuckles laughs at her messy face and THEN she playfully jumps on him and he says she is tickling him??????? Of course this part is conveniently out of camera and we can only hear whatever the hell they are doing 😂😏 but now think about it... What were they doing? She was on top of him on the floor under the moonlight tickling him.... AND NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED?? Yeah come on! I don't believe that 😏, we know Rouge doesn't waste time:

Boy that's an ugly ugly comic and speaking of comics, remembering the old Archie comics too... After that dark era where Rouge was a unfairly represented as a villainous cruel bitch 😤🤬 there was a reboot before the IDW reboot and finally my waifu got at least some justice! I just love this particular comic where she shows how she actually respects Knuckles and cares about him, she is someone who never gets attached too much to big responsibilities if that cuts her freedom, she values her freedom (something in common with Sonic) and she wanted Knuckles to have that kind of freedom too:

Look at her being a peacemaker between her boyfriend and brother 😆. Well anyway I hope Ian Flynn gets more freedom eventually because it's clear he is holding back in the current Sonic comics😭😭😭 (even made a joke with the love triangle 😂😂)

Let's give it time... They managed to put some furry lesbians in the comic so anything is possible... I'll just wait forever 🥲🥲🥲🥲

And well we also got some good stuff in Sonic Prime!! 😍😍😍 we finally saw him carrying her bridal style in a angst situation 🤩🤩🤩 for a brief moment and from long distance camera shot but is still something 🥲🥲 just zoom it.

Well, that's it. Enough evidence IT'S CANON. Caso Cerrado😂😂😂

[petruchio]

guts ranking part 2 (bonus tracks)

me when i hit the character limit and tumblr says. SHUT UP! but here are my bonus track rankings:

13. obsessed - A GREAT SONG!! oh it's so clever and fun and haven't we all felt this way about our ex's ex?? i loooove the way she delivers "i can't help it i've got ISSUES" and i think the internal rhyme of obsessed and ex is a really catchy hook and i love the chorus. i think this was a great bonus track, i know people said it should've been on the standard edition but i actually think it works better as a bonus track. my one beef with this song actually is that i don't like the music video. i don't understand why it doesn't have more of a story, i feel like this song could've had such a great video with a great narrative (maybe olivia is, like, stalking the ex and trying to imitate everything she does but she plays both roles or something? i guess that might be too similar to deja vu but i feel like the obsessed mv just doesn't feel interesting enough because it's just random clips cut together with performance shots. i wanted more from this video. it was good but i wanted it to be great.)

14. girl i've always been - C i'm sorry i find this song extremely juvenile. it sounds like the kind of song you write when you're like 13 and you want to be the next taylor swift but you don't actually have anything to say. i don't like the vocals, i think the lyrics are all pretty cliche and boring, i really just don't think this needed to be released. if it was one of her instagram videos i think it would be super cute but i just don't think it is album worthy even as a bonus track. plus it's so short it just feels half baked anyway. i think it should've stayed in the drafts.

15. scared of my guitar - C+ i also don't like this song. i don't know it just doesn't do it for me at all. it's not catchy, the metaphor/concept doesn't interest me and similarly to giab it just doesn't feel like it's done. i'll say it, i think teardrops on my guitar does a much better job of integrating the concept of songwriting into the lyrics in a way that feels natural whereas this one just feels cheesy and underdone to me. (and even olivia herself has done better at fourth wall breaks, for example in "can't think of a third line" or "i hate every song i write" -- like those are so much better and well integrated than this song, so i just find this song to be... not that good.) i added a + to the grade for the line "stringing you along" though because i think it's clever.

16. stranger - A I LIKE THIS SONG!! i saw someone saying it felt musically similar to her stick season cover and that the sort of folk/rock influence works really well with her voice and i was like YES! i love her rock delivery but i think her vocal timbre really shines on the more stripped back folksy sounds (see also: my love for can't catch me now) and i think this is an example where the concept of the song is good and she does it really nicely. it's also catchy and can't overstate how much i love "you're just SOME. GUY." this is a really good song in my opinion.

17. so american - B+ this song feels almost exactly like all american bitch to me in that i'm like, it's GOOD! i don't buy it as authentic to her though. like it just sounds like "olivia rodrigo does 90s gwen stefani" which she does WELL but it just feels a little too self-conscious. and the studio chatter at the end actually really bothers me in this song, when i heard the ending i was like ok no dan nigro, STOP. it was cute a couple times but like cut it out. just play the song. but i do like the way that the album opens with all AMERICAN bitch and then the bonus edition closes with so AMERICAN like what can i say, i'm a sucker for a callback and an album that tells a complete story. i like that it's the first true love song we've gotten officially released from olivia and it feels like a bright light that illuminates the way forward after all the pain and insecurity on GUTS and so i APPRECIATE it, and i do think it's cute and catchy, it's just not a 100% slam dunk for me. but it's good.

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Tarry with Me Pray

Here's part two!!! Srry I keep not posting these parts, I keep getting sad and unable to do anything. But that's not what this is about. This is about that mountain dew babiesssss. Lemme know what y'all think I mean if you want and I hope ppl like/are liking this and I'll try not to wait so long posting the next one :)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: tbh I don't remember anything that happens in this. But casual drinking probably and swearing and definitely dirty shit. Sexxxxy timezz 18+++ def. No one under that age I mean it. Maybe a bit of emotional manipulation,??? extended family moments.

The next morning you were far away, preoccupied with something during the full-English. That’s what it looked like to your family. And it was true, though not with anything bad, but definitely with something intense. You couldn’t stop thinking about your night with Brian. You wondered if it was going to be a one time thing, if you’d ever see him again, but mostly just how incredible it was. You reflected on all of your moments together, how something so fleeting could have met into a fire like that. You’d seen him on the beach. You’d seen him in the shop, in the foyer, arcade, at the bar, and then in his room. All of it was so quick, interrupted, and under some sort of haze or magic and you wished to see him level headed. But that might be a pipe dream more than anything. 

Your family finished up breakfast and then took a walk around the markets on Kensington Garden. You could tell your aunt and uncle found it a bit overwhelming, and Julie was very in to the fact it was so “young and hip.” You liked them too, though preoccupied, you liked the handmade feel of everything. You all split up at some point, Julie dipping into some record shop, your aunt and uncle staying outside to comfort the baby, and you poking in thrift shops here and there. And then you saw him again.

He smiled the most damned beautiful smile there probably ever was, his teeth poking out a bit, and quickly made his way towards you and grabbed your wrist. You had smiled uncontrollably when you saw him again too, but you snapped to your senses a bit once he grabbed you. You quickly looked around. 

“Family?” he asked of your worry, to which you nodded. He nodded as well and gave a more reassuring smile and looked over his shoulder. “C’mere,” he said softly, taking your hand and leading you into one of the shops nearby. It was covered floor to ceiling in T. Rex posters, and you figured it’d be a music shop, but inside was more like a treasure trove full of clothes, trinkets, and anything from old ages. The interior was winding, several floors with ladders and spiral staircases to lead you up, and tchotchkes were piled high with no rhyme or reason. Brian took you to the middle of the shop where you both were hidden just amongst yourselves. You smiled once more. You couldn’t help it.

“Better?” he asked. You smiled and nodded.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“Coincidence,” he said. You raised your brow skeptically, not believing a word of it. “I’m serious,” he reiterated. You still didn’t believe him, but he moved on. “I’m glad to see you again,”

“Me too,” you admitted.

“It was good. Very good. For me at least.” “For me too.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before.”

“It’s ok,” you said.

“Well, uhm—“ he paused. “I wish I could spend more time with you. More than a few minutes at a time. Just something proper,” he said, his eyes darkening at this admittance, or maybe at the thought of what he could do with more time.

“Oh, give yourself some credit, that was at least five minutes,” you joked. He snickered out of politeness, but was more concerned with your answer. You sighed. “It’s difficult. If they knew… I’d never hear the end of it. And I’d probably be ostracized out of the family,” you said, trying to joke about the situation but only knowing it was all too true. Brian nodded and started to slowly walk around the store. You followed him. 

“Where are they now?” he asked. 

“Around here, just in different shops,” you finished. Brian paused to thumb at a little silver statue sitting on a shelf and nodded, picking it up and fiddling with it, not able to make eye contact.

“I wish there was something we could do,” he whispered. The confident, domineering guy you’d been talking to the past few days was seemingly melting into nervousness before your eyes. It off set you a bit. Was he just nervous, or maybe he was a bit… strange after all and it’d be best to call it quits before he got too attached to something that wasn’t there? You looked away and felt the velvet texture of a silly vintage top hat hanging on a rack near you. 

“I don’t know,” you said, not just to what he said but to everything you felt about the situation. You weren’t sure of anything when it came to Brian. The silence was thick and tense, neither of you knowing what to say before you picked up the hat and nearly placed it on yourself, before smiling to yourself at the thought of what it’d look like atop Brian’s mane of hair. You found yourself placing it atop his head before you could stop yourself. Brian froze for a moment, and you did too, taking a look at him, the hat seemingly floating on top of his head because of his hair. You couldn’t stand it a moment longer, and broke out laughing. This eased the tension, broke whatever momentary hardship the two of you were having. Brian started cracking up with you, and both of you liked how your laughter sounded together. Brian removed the hat and placed it down, his small statue as well.

“Sorry, I— I couldn’t resist,” you said through laughter, trying to catch your breath. Brian wiped his eyes from the tears the laughter had sprung. 

“Shall it be my new look, then?” he said.

“Definitely,” you smiled, laughter dying down. Brian smiled back, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have the loveliest laugh,” he said softly, and your breath hitched for a moment. Ah yes, you reminded yourself, why you couldn’t help but be attracted to Brian. That’s why. “Come with me,” Brian said softly. 

“Hm?” 

“It’ll only be a moment,” Brian pleaded.

“I can’t, I—“

“—I know, your family. But we won’t be long, I promise. Please,” he said. Was he really propositioning your for sex in the middle of the day? Were you going to leave in the middle of your family outing for this? Brian took your hand tentatively and you didn’t pull away as he pulled you out of the shop, down the street, but not far like you expected. Instead, he took you into a cupcake shop a few stores down. You scanned the room to make sure it was all clear, and when it was, Brian was already asking what your favorite was.

“Chocolate,” you found yourself saying in shock without really realizing what was happening. And Brian bought you a cupcake and sat you down in the corner booth. The shop was adorable and quaint, plants everywhere and cozy. 

“Why’d you buy me a cupcake?” you asked, trying to process what was happening. 

“Why not?” he said, unwrapping it a bit and taking a small piece for himself with his fingers before handing you a bite. You took it. You didn’t understand how this was happening, why it was all so nice and why Brian was being so wonderful to you.

“Seriously. Why are you doing all of this? Why not… I don’t know, fuck me and be done?” You asked.

“Who says I’m not doing all of this just to get you to fuck me again?” He countered. You shrugged.

“Seems like most guys stop short of a cupcake.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky, then. But I don’t want to fuck again. Or rather, just fuck again necessarily.”

“What do you want then?”

“Like I said before. Just a bit more time I suppose. I don’t know if I could name it,” he said, furrowing his brows and looking at you. His eyes were gorgeous. You nodded and had more of your cupcake. “Does it have to have a name, whatever I want with this? Does it have to be in the box of one night stand, courting for marriage, or holiday fling? Does it have to be just one?” he continued.

“No, I guess not,” you said. It was all a bit philosophical, but you found yourself agreeing. “It doesn’t have to be something solid in particular, because at the end of the day we’re both going home soon anyways.” Brian nodded, a bit upset at the notion. Both of you seemed to agree now. You could be whatever you meant to each other during this time, and then it’d end soon anyways.

“Yeah. Well,” he said, handing you the last part of the cupcake. “I do want to see you again. To… do it again, if you’d like to,” Brian whispered. 

“And I do appreciate the cupcake,” you said, wiping your mouth. “And I want to do it again too,” you admitted. You met his eyes and they were lustful again. You stood up, as you really should step away before any suspicion arose. Brian stood up too. “Same time same place?” you smirked a bit teasingly. Brian chuckled for a moment. 

“I wish, darling. No— I can’t tonight, I…” Brian trailed off, looking away. “I’ll sort it. I’ll let you know,” Brian whispered. He grabbed your hand firmly and quickly kissed your knuckled. You were a bit confused at Brian’s response, but let it slide. You didn’t know what else he had going on and it was none of your business.

“Well then I’ll see you when I see you I suppose,” you said. Brian looked you up and down.

“It won’t be long.”

“Good,” you said, pulling away and leaving quickly, not looking back. You didn’t want him to think you were too easy, even though you already admitted you wanted him again and the cupcake move may have worked. You quickly walked down the street to find your family with the baby and moved on with them, telling them about the shop but not Brian. The rest of the walk you were thinking, going over what all was said. It had calmed you, actually, now your brain chalking everything up to a flirty little holiday, and you’d leave it at that. And you were even more certain that you liked him in general and wanted him again, and seemed like you’d get what you wanted. Or would you?

It took you until dinner to realize you had no idea when you were going to see him again now. Maybe he’d just forget about you and you’d always look back on this day with a sour taste in your mouth, or maybe he’d wait too long and you’d come to your senses. It kind of bugged you, though, to always be thinking about him, to be wondering when he’d “let you know.” But then you realized, maybe that was his move. You were frustrated as you went to bed. 

The next morning you still hadn’t heard from Brian, and as your family was changing to head to the beach after brunch the phone rang. You were in the bathroom changing, and Julie picked it up.

“Y/N?” she yelled. Your bikini wasn’t tied yet, so you held it up to your chest as you opened the door.

“What?” you said a bit irritably.

“Don’t lose your shit. It’s the front desk, something about cleaning service?”

“What? And don’t say shit.”

“You say it!” “Not the point!” “Well, take it! I can’t understand what they’re saying!” Julie said, thrusting the phone towards you. You huffed and rolled your eyes and gave Julie a death stare as she used this opportunity to take over the bathroom while you were in the middle of getting ready. 

“Yes?” you said a bit sharp into the phone.

“Is this Miss Y/L/N speaking?” said a man. 

“Yes, this is her, is there something wrong?”

“One moment please miss, we’re connecting your call.”

“What?” you said high pitched as the line changed before you got any explanation. 

“Y/N? Are you there?” It was Brian. You were more confused now but couldn’t react too loudly to have Julie hear you.

“Yes,” you replied softer.

“Good. If you can make it, come at two this afternoon. Room 310,” Brian said quietly. You were obscenely confused still even more so, but couldn’t make a big deal about it with Julie in earshot.

“Fine,” you said. “Is that all? I really have to go,” you said, trying to convey that you weren’t trying to be short with Brian but had to maintain the farce of speaking to the hotel service. 

“Go,” Brian said with a chuckle. “And I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he said, and you hung up the phone. You sat in a bit of shock and confusion for a moment as you tried to process what had just happened, before realizing you bikini was still untied and turned to the mirror on top of the wardrobe to quickly tie it behind your head. You sat down on your bed, hands to your sides, clutching the edge. How had Brian found where to call you? And did he use the hotel to do it? And then he assumed you’d just go off with him in the middle of the day for sex? Again? You were really beginning to like Brian, but this whole situation was extremely strange. And why had Brian given you a different room number than before?

You would go see him, but only for answers, you decided, you weren’t going to sleep with him after pulling something like that. It didn’t match up, Brian seemingly a wild card, one moment suave, next nervous, and the next popping up out of nowhere and calling your room. With Julie answering! Did he have no respect for your predicament at all? Julie left the bathroom and you all headed down to the beach. You’d have to think of an excuse to get away. You thought of one as you lay in the sun. And then, just before two, you thought of something.

“Ow!” you exclaimed. Your family turned towards you. You looked at them sheepishly. “I think I’m beginning to burn. I left my suncream in the room. I should run back and get some if I want to keep laying out here,” you explained. It was a gamble, but the best you could think of under stress, and you hoped you were a good enough liar for it to fly. Your aunt looked at you, lowering her sunglasses. 

“You look alright to me, love,” she said sympathetically. 

“No no, my skin feels burnt, it’s stinging a bit,” you said, trying to drive it home. 

“Not to worry, I’ve got some with me,” said your uncle, pulling out the spray can of baby sunscreen. You looked at it worryingly and bared your teeth and furrowed your brows. 

“I’d need more SPF, I think,” you said, noticing the low concentration. They looked unconvinced. “Really, it’s alright. I just really don’t want to get burned. I’ll be back quick,” you said, standing up and dusting off, leaving your towel on the rocks to emphasize. 

“Well hurry back, love,” your aunt smiled. 

“I will.” They took the bait. It took all you had in you not to sprint back to the inn, but you made your way in time. Without even thinking to change, you showed up to Brian’s apparent room right on time in just your bikini. Brian opened the door and looked you up and down hungrily and you marched inside. 

“Wow, Y/N, already half way there for me?” he smirked. You didn’t realize what he meant until you followed his eyes, noticing your bikini, then rolled your own eyes and put your arms around your chest. It was only then he looked up at your face and saw your less-than-impressed look. His face fell and he turned towards you. “What’s the matter?”

“The matter? How about how you keep finding out of nowhere and calling my room when I haven’t told you which one it is? Or the fact you assume I can drop everything for a dick appointment in the middle of the day? Or the fact you don’t seem to care that my family can’t know about this? Or that you tell me to come to a completely different room than before, how can you explain that one?” you said, hands on your hips. 

“Y/N,” Brian said, moving towards you and reaching towards you. 

“No!” you said, stepping back. Brian stopped and sat down on the edge of the bed, and you moved further away from him back towards the door. 

“I can explain, I promise if you’ll let me,” he said calmly with pleading honey eyes. You shook your head, implying you were waiting. Brian sighed. “Right. Well I’m sorry first of all if I’ve upset you or made you feel uncomfortable or… unsafe in any way. It’s never my intention. And I wish I didn’t have to call you away in the middle of the afternoon, but it’s the only time I have available right now. And I do want to see you,” Brian explained. You were still unimpressed as he continued. “As for running into you, the first several times were coincidences, I swear on my life. And then at the markets I’ll admit I did follow you there, but only because I didn’t know how else to see you. And I called your room because I asked for your name at the front desk and had them connect us,” Brian said, looking for your reaction. 

“Following me to the market’s still creepy, Brian,” you countered. 

“I’m so sorry. But I didn’t know how else to see you again for certain.”

“You could’ve…” you trailed off, not knowing either how he would have necessarily found you again. “Well, since there seems to be so many coincidences you probably would have run into me again. Couldn’t you have waited there, or in the foyer where you knew I’d be walking through at one point?”

“But I didn’t know for certain if I’d see you again, and I really needed to talk to you. And how would waiting for you all day in the foyer be any less creepy than following you to the market?” he countered. 

“They’re both creepy!” you said, throwing your hands up. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you just call that time if you needed to talk to me so bad?”

“I hadn’t thought of it yet. Really,” Brian said. You rolled your eyes. 

“And what makes you so busy you can only meet in the middle of the day? Got business on your holiday alone, then?” 

“I am busy. With lots of things, with business, and other things. And I’m sorry but I really still want to see you.” You paused. You weren’t happy with Brian’s answers, but you did believe him. And you did believe he was sorry. “And I do care, if you do so much, about not airing this out in front of your family, but they are an obstacle if you want them in the dark and close encounters might just be part of the problem. I’d never do anything to… expose whatever this is on purpose. It benefits me to keep it quiet too.”

“Why? Don’t want anyone to know how you’re fucking a younger woman on your holiday? Thought men gave out prizes for things like that.”

“Like I said. I’m not only here for pleasure.”

“Whatever that means.”

“It means, that, I think it’s best if we keep this and everything we do henceforth secret.”

“Bold of you to say now, and also to assume I’m seeing you after this.”

“Y/N, I don’t want it to be like this. What about yesterday? Everything I said was all true— is true.” You rubbed your arms as you thought. Brian was so genuine with you in the market, and made you feel so good, and you meant everything you said yesterday too. And also, you remembered, you weren’t in a relationship with Brian. In a few days, you were going home and never seeing each other again. Who cared if he wasn’t being super emotionally intelligent? The two of you could just fuck and go with it, have some fun in the last couple of days. Feelings and anything beyond basic respect didn’t need to be dragged in. You sighed and met his eyes, walking over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he sat. Brian seemed surprised at the turn of events, thinking you’d still be pissed at him. He grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes, showing his apologies and pleading for you to forgive him. 

“You still have something unanswered,” you said lowly, running your fingers through his curls. He looked at you expectantly. “Why’d you change rooms?”

“Promotion at the hotel. I booked late and couldn’t get a single room consecutively,” he whispered, falling under your spell, entranced by your fingers in his hair, your sense, the way your skin felt so smooth, the way you looked. You nodded. “You aren’t mad?” he said, confused. He didn’t want to bring it up again, but found your sudden affection strange. You shook your head.

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend, Brian,” you said. Brian looked down at your waist, which was at his eye level, and moved his hands up your body.  A bit of a sad thought, really, but he could barely remember anything at this point and nodded, pushing down on your mid-back to get you to lean over to kiss him. Your lips met, and you melted into each other. You quickly climbed into Brian’s lap and worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off. You pushed your hips into each others, gasping into each other’s mouths at the pressure and moved together, still kissing. Something seemed to switch within Brian soon after, and he flipped you over suddenly, removing his pants then climbing over you. He looked down, admiring your body, before pulling the string tied behind your neck of your bikini, before grabbing the middle and pulling it off, exposing yourself to him. Brian groaned and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hips slotted against each other and you whined into his mouth as he pressed down hard into you, him growling in response before quickly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, making you out of breath with his lips and tongue. He continued to pin you down with one hand and reached down with the other to feel you through your swim bottoms, pressing hard making you whine even more into his mouth. He quickly snaked his hand underneath the hem and rubbed at you shortly before growing impatient and pushing two fingers into you, you exclaiming a bit at the sudden stretch but accommodating him no problem. You moaned and bucked into his touch as he nipped at your neck before he again couldn’t take it any longer, pulled out of you and flipped you over, removed both of your remaining clothing, and held your chin up and forced his fingers into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he muttered as you sucked them clean. It wasn’t long before Brian pushed into you, both of you sighing before he took you hard but so well. He grabbed your hips as he used his force to take you, and this time you couldn’t help but be a bit loud, not quiet like last time. Brian seemed to be unable to contain his noises as well, him humming through closed lips before his mouth fell open in a louder groan before he tried to quiet himself again. To deal with your noise, he took a hold of your hair and pushed you down a bit into the mattress, which did a bit to muffle the sounds. Brian felt so good, so perfect for you and he soon picked your hips up and started rubbing at you quickly again. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he strained, but it was no worry as you soon clenched down and finished upon him. Brian sucked in air through his teeth before letting go with a loud groan through his exhale and finishing, essentially collapsing on top of you. After a minute of panting in your ear, which sent shivers down you, he lifted off and cleaned you up quickly and weakly before he grabbed you firmly again and pulled you on top of him into his chest. You huffed at the movement but quickly nuzzled into him taking in his addicting scent as you tried to calm down. He pet your hair slowly and you clutched onto his shoulders tight. Eventually after taking a while to still calm down, you looked up to him, his eyes closed but still awake. You nudged your nose to him and he kissed you, met you back with a soft passion, gentle compared to before. The two of you hummed happily into each others mouths as you calmed yourselves with soft kisses for a bit before caressing his face, both of you opening your eyes. 

“I really didn’t mean to upset you. Ever,” he said softly. You nodded and kissed him again.

“It’s just for the holiday, isn’t it?” you said, kissing him again. Brian didn’t nod really, but looked at you and didn’t disagree and kissed you again. “It’s alright,” you said.

“I do want to see you again,” he said like he was letting you know but telling it to himself at the same time. You nodded. Brian rubbed over your back comfortingly in large strokes and you softly curled his hair around your fingers. “Fuck,” he whispered, not knowing when he could or how he’d contact you again. At this point, you would have given him your number, but there was no guarantee Julie wouldn’t answer. There wasn’t a clear solution. “The beach? Tomorrow? We’d have to go really early in the morning, I’m sorry, but we could at least see each other. And then maybe later again in the night if I can get away,” Brian proposed. You thought for a second, tilting your head down and looking away. You could say you were going for a morning run, maybe go before Julie even woke up and rejoin for breakfast. 

“Yes, tomorrow,” you decided, kissing Brian again. He kissed you back more thoroughly now, and the two of you stayed this way, close and gentle for a bit longer, before he pulled away. You braced yourself but were still sad for what you knew you both knew would have to happen now. 

“Can’t stay long,” Brian whispered.

“Me either.” Brian paused, looking deep into your eyes and brushed some hair behind your ear. “I wish I could stay,” you admitted.

“Me too,” Brian said. Both of you kept trying to break away but couldn’t, as if you were glued together. The two of you slowly dressed, touching still in some way throughout the process, before you both stood by the door, looking at each other. “Tomorrow. It won’t be long,” Brian said sorrowfully as you nodded, and you opened the door and left, not able to look back. You paused for a moment, sighed, and quickly made your way to your room to dress a bit more. But Julie was there.

[azoosepted]

1, 4, 5, 15, 20, 34, 37, A, D, E

for your little ghost ^_^

OHBOY THATS A LOT. ok let me talk about my. fiftieth videogame-based sinner oc

1: give them like, an hour or two. they will sit on a bench for as long as possible if they wanted to.

4 and 5: Usually, it takes a while for Ghost to fully trust someone (with a few exceptions) and for the inverse, it really depends on what the object of their trust did to earn it. For example, if someone told a white lie to Ghost and then confessed that they lied, Ghost would only gain a tiny bit of mistrust in them. The amount of mistrust is directly proportional to the action taken.

15: ghost usually does think a little before they speak. It’s usually thought up on the spot and then fed through a very faulty filter. They call things as they see them.

20: Ghost does NOT understand that shit. like at all. They’ve lived under an emotional rock for the majority of their life. In fact, they are very much in love with someone and they are completely and utterly oblivious to it. (the person theyre in love with feels the same way, but is ALSO oblivious to it. ghostlily has been infecting my brain, you can thank tumblr user gremio0 for that)

34: It’s usually easy for them to not feel guilty. They are hollow, after all. :) <- utter and blatant lie. they do feel guilt, but only if it’s regarding someone close to them. Which isnt that many people unsurprisingly

37: They don’t have a system but they do sometimes use rhymes to remember some stuff.

A: They’ve infected my brain. Even more so because people have shown interest in them and like. yea. theyre silly. i like them. also theyre buges

D: They’re relatively new to my entourage of OCs, so their design has remained very similar. Though their hair has gotten shorter since the first time I drew them.

E: yes. we can just sit down and be silent together.

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

The Holiday Diaries - Day Three

Continuing for my darling friend @tismrot and hopefully being a bit more entertaining today.

Wow! It turns out that, whilst I’m in Norfolk, he’s in bloody Egypt! Paddling in the Nile. Deep in it. 🤦🏻‍♀️

So, while I’m mentally adding golden beads and bells to Nelly’s tabard (I’ve named The Elephant In The Room, she said it was ok), he’s completely ignorant. Nelly is obviously so magical only I can see her.

Meanwhile I’m also realising I’m still a hopeless romantic and touch starved who lives in a small town…and will probably still be exactly that in 12 months’ time…24 months’ time…48 months’ time etc etc etc. How the hell would I even meet anyone?

Anyway!

Magpies are finally flying around in pairs! It’s my only small superstition. I always recite the rhyme ‘one for sorrow, two for joy...’ when I see them. In fact, my ‘I finished trauma therapy’ tattoo is going to be based on this rhyme. Booked it last year (when I still had money), it’s in September. It’ll be a chest piece of two magpies with some treasure & some more macabre animal skulls. Currently managing to put away £10/month and secreting away the occasional extra bit. Will need a lot more by September as it won’t be cheap but trauma therapy was HELL and the tattoo commemorating it was something the therapist & I actually discussed at length. She encouraged it. Along with my writing. Seeing the magpie pairs today made me think about it.

Went to a massive charity shop today because he needed jeans. I’ve lost 30kg in the last year (not in a healthy way, I won’t share my method) and nothing fits anymore. Managed to pick up one black fem top and one grungy neutral top and a great pair of formal/suit trousers from the ‘mens’’ for super cheap.

Even more excitingly is a collection of Edgar Allan Poe stories

I checked the records for a copy of Everyday but all I found was this monstrosity *argh*

We went to a cat cafe. It was lush. They had grumpy sphinx cats. Yes - Grumpy. Sphinx. Cats. And retro 80s & early 90s stuff like carebears, rainbow brite and mlp. And loads of old console games. It was mad and I loved it.

Then there was beaching. I REFUSED.

There is one beach in the UK that I like: Calgary Beach in Mull. Other than that, I do NOT like beaches. I can’t actually think of any beaches in other countries that I like. And I used to live in the tropics. And went down the Gold Coast (Australia) for a month on holiday as a teenager. So this is the closest I got to the beach today:

My feet did not touch the sand.

Did a mini rave when we got back. Which segued into a rock party.

I can’t listen to the normal radio. What’s with the country revival? What’s going on? Help!!!

Still can’t write. I still suck. Been researching for the proper book. But nothing I write is any good. What if I never am again?

I’m out at the entertainment again now. Can’t afford nice drinks, but never mind. Must be his paddle in denial using up the budget. @tismrot, dollface, hope my insane-yet-inane life amuses you 😂

[gutsby]

Listen listen listen… between sleazy landlord joel, sugar daddy joel, and big gigantic massive rhymes with rock Joel… I’m cooked I’m dead feel free to put me out to pasture because I SIMPLY DUNNO HOW TO CARRY ON….. I DO NOT…….. but oh mannnnnn are you feeding us GOOD and and AND… they are so well written. It is POETRY. Like nutting aside, you are a fantastic fucking writer and I’m continually in awe of your abilities. You’re objectively the best Joel writer I’m sorry it’s true like!!!!!!!!!! Ok done being cray, love you Guts. Always looking forward to the next one and until then I will reread again and again and again……. aaaaaaandddddd again

with all due respect, I LOVE YOUUUU!!

thank you so much for reading and being so kind and sweet and I don’t know what I did to deserve readers like you, but again, THANK YOU 😭🩷🩷

[dompler91]

raps

tw// SH(birefly), slurs(none racial), hypersexuality(implied)

im not special just another fuckin faggot

life is a drag and my body im just draggin

i should win an award for not being in all the special classes

play this shit outside i dont want to appeal to the masses

roll up in a shitbox janky ass hitbox hard knocks no locks small cock crusty socks music rocks hit the docks

like im

hittin the blunt, try to outsmoke but youre the runt, im eatin and sleepin and fuckin all those ladies cunts

fuck you all, im gettin tall, i know how to ball, work at a mall my names saul the fuck is wrong with me ill just say shit to rhyme when it dont rhyme at all

to all you pricks: suck on my prick, im getting bricked, bitches want this

himbo bimbo depends on where the wind blows through my open window full show makin dough gettin nekked for it though

mugshot, look hot, wipe snot, let the blood clot while hes sitting on a cot, fuck cops

again, fuck you all, i dont give a shit, you got me here that was your own poor judgement stupid bitch

i dont even care if shes pregnant, if its wet she get the wet, rollin and pollin wearin nets

shoutout to the mets: i never played sports, i was the fat ugly r[]tarded type sorts never got picked never got hit on always got hit on this is the same shit ive always been on

im the same faggot, ill tag it, i bag it, sweat raggin in the summer- honestly? fuck your offense my defense is self expression

enter mr great depression way im droppin value like im rotting inside out- where the fuck is MY clout?

others got what they want, ive never got a croissant, ok maybe im lying but i need a good song, faggot!

stick to your damn lane keep it in your head man sick in the doodle keep going like its a damn shame

call me your majesty i win at no pageants see, i was not supposed to be here im about to be an emergency, the urge to see, blood drip, life slip, blade clip, suck dick

i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself, eyes off that shelf go fuck yourself dont ask me for a goddamn story

talk to me and ill get you gory cause youre whorey and slutty hit you like a nutty buddy

nobody wants to see me party, ferarri, potty, im just sayin shit, doodoo fart, peso

my mom called to ask "do you have a new dude" smart, but she has her ways so i gotta tell her im gay yo, thats my issue bro.

court dismissed, faggot.

[NOTES- these lyrics arent for or by me. theyre actually by @dookdizawsum, i helped write them and got permission to share]

[its-to-the-death]

Bracket F thoughts:

Jesus flipping crisis, those fucking elephant calls in "Prowler's theme" are so terrifying. Also I really like how it's basically Miles' theme in reverse, both because of how it emphasizes the relationship between Miles and Aaron and because of...certain events in Across the Spiderverse.

"Candy Store" has that bitchy confidence, but "Mother Knows Best" is the emotional abuser's anthem par excellence. Like I could do a whole ask dissecting all the shit Gothel pulls in that one song to undermine and manipulate Rapunzel.

(She'd be one of my favorite Disney villains if she wasn't also a heaping pile of antisemitic stereotypes...)

I was liking "The Music of the Night," but then it tried to murder my ears with that organ(?) at the end, so I'll give this one to "What's Up Duloc?", which is also admittedly quite good.

One of these won the 1994 Razzie for Worst Original Song. The other is Rachel L Hughes playing a megalomaniacal dictator crooning about her space train (which she fucks) that definitely is not going to unleash Yog Sogoth ;). Vote for "Odin" right now.

"Dressed to Oppress" is delightful, but oh my god that reprise of "Good Kid" in "The Last Day of Summer" hits like a truck.

As people have discussed in the notes, "The Convoluted Reasons We Pretend to Be Divorced" is not that villainous--and frankly I didn't find it as much of a bop as some other PnF songs I've listened to. "We Both Reached For the Gun" is a masterclass is manipulation as Billy plays the press for suckers so completely he doesn't even need Roxy to speak for him by the end. Also the fucking puppet acting, wow.

...Ok it might not be the best villain song, but "Penny battle theme" goes so hard I had to support it. Sue me.

I voted "Someone Gets Hurt," but they're both great. That one was close.

"One-Winged Angel" is iconic and intimidating, but I personally prefer the energy of "Cell-Block Tango." The dancing is amazing, the lyrics are witty, and the chorus is an earworm and a half. I also like the use of visual symbolism with the red handkerchiefs to symbolize how each murderess killed her victim(s)--except the innocent Hungarian woman, who dances angelic ballet to their aggressive tango and is the only one with a white handkerchief.

Who doesn't love an unabashed villainess who destroys worlds in battle armor and sneakers? "I'm the Bad Guy" is a bop.

"Pieces of You" is a goofy and terrifying fever dream of a song, holy fuck. The visuals give this one the edge for me. Also, don't you want to support The Substitute? He's just a little guy :)

"A Freak Like Me Needs Company" ultimately just got kind of lost for me--it focused too much on villains in general and not on Norman himself, while "The Only Thing I Know For Real" is both a kickass rock song and a great piece of characterization for Jetstream Sam.

...I don't know, I like Zelena's actress' singing and I think it's funny that she's not cursed to sing in this episode and she's just doing this for shits and giggles. I voted "Wicked Always Wins."

To quote someone in the comments of the "Bloody Party/Welcome to Cake Island" video, "This is the most Disney-like bulshit [sic] I have ever seen in an anime, and I fucking love it." What the fuck is happening. Why are these people committing casual mass murder for cake ingredients. Why are inanimate objects singing along with this pirate lady. I don't know but it scares me.

"The Smell of Rebellion" really picks up in the end, and "Love For Peasants" felt a little too unfocused musically. Also, @thatsluttytiefling mentioned that the song gave them "war flashbacks to the choreo," so it is villainous IRL as well.

Oh my god how the fuck did "This is the Thanks I Get" get released in this state. The lyrics don't rhyme properly and are exceedingly awkward to boot. The chorus is bland as shit. The visuals are boring. There's no buildup from "I'm an underappreciated hero doing my best for the kingdom and nobody respects me enough :(" to "I want ULTIMATE POWAH through DAAAAAARK MAGIC" and then it suddenly just switches back to how it was before??? It's not intimidating and scary, it's silly for all the wrong reasons, it's not even particularly sympathetic, and it is reeking of trying to be hip and cool and/or being written by people with too little time and too few fucks to give. "Heaven on Their Minds" is very good in its own right, but I kind of already knew which one was better before I even heard it, because this song just...doesn't do its job.

I agree that the villain Phineas and Ferb songs aren't among the best the show has to offer.