#never beating the prince charming vibes

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

If any of those four boys are on a horse, I'm gonna scream.

[withahappyrefrain]

Deserve it (Bob Floyd x reader)

Summary: After working hard, your boyfriend gives you several rewards.

Warnings: older BF Bob, slight daddy kink, definitely some dd/lg vibes in here, older BF Bob eats it from the back okay, fingering, language

“Hey sweet girl,” his voice was deep, the gravel showing off his age. The very sound made your knees nearly buckle.

Not that you had to worry about falling; Bob already had one arm wrapped around your waist, the other draped around your leg, long fingers gently tracing the soft flesh of your bare thigh.

His broad chest was pressed against your back, salt and pepper stubble gently brushing against your temple.

Despite feeling so small in his arms, you had never felt more secure.

When Natasha invited you to her co -worker's barbeque a year ago, you knew it was done out of politeness. You had just moved to the area and her sister, your best friend, wanted to make sure you were actually going out and meeting folks. Nat was doing you a favor, nothing more or less.

You just wanted to get through that night, to beat your anxiety over being the youngest person there by nearly a decade. The most you were expecting that night was a few conversations and drinks.

Meeting a real life prince charming that night was not on your Bingo card.

At first, you thought Bob was just being a good host as he spoke to you. That was the polite thing to do, considering he was in his late thirties and you were just a friend of a friend.

Even when he asked for your number, you tried to be realistic. You had been led on before, had placed your whole heart in someone just to be disappointed.

A year later, Bob had more than proved he was serious about his relationship with you. The age difference didn't make a huge impact, aside from childhood references and social media knowledge.

Bob was patient. He understood you hadn't been in a serious relationship until he came along. He was more than happy to guide you, never making you feel stupid or unworthy.

“Hi Robby,” you giggled, feeling his skin heat up at your special nickname. Only you got to call him that, just like only he got to call you his sweet girl.

Bob continued peppering your jaw with light kisses, his large hands continuing to gently stroke your exposed skin.

“How was your day? Did your presentation go well?” His attention to detail was one of the things you loved most about Bob. He was invested in all aspects of your life.

“It did! They're going with my proposal.” It was impossible to hide your wide grin, especially when Bob spun you around to show the matching one on his face.

You only saw that slightly crooked, honey drenched smile for a brief moment, as Bob pressed his lips against yours.

Despite dating for a year, his kisses still made your heart flutter. His hands would cradle your jaw, practically covering the entirety of your neck. He always bent his knees, not wanting you to strain yourself while trying to reach his lips, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

“Knew they would,” He murmured against your lips, “So proud of you, my smart girl.”

Your knees practically buckled at the praise. Some would have felt it was condescending, you disagreed. You loved that Bob was proud of you. In fact, you wanted it, wanted to be his good girl.

“Stay here, wanna show ya something.” Bob pressed a gentle peck to your lips before walking out of the bathroom.

You bit your tongue, holding back a comment about Bob buying you things. It was a battle you'd never win. Bob spent his money on you and Lego sets, and that was how he preferred it.

So when he showed you the tennis bracelet he had purchased, you just smiled. No comment on how his money would have been better spent elsewhere.

“May I?” He motioned to your wrist. You held it out so he could gently place it on your wrist. While it was simple, you knew the diamonds would sparkle once you were in light.

Once the bracelet was secure on your wrist, you threw your arms around Bob’s neck, head buried in his broad chest.

“Thanks Daddy.”

You could hear him sharply inhale through his nose, the nickname always drawing a visible reaction out of him.

“‘Course baby,” his hands moved from your back down to your hips, “Did you eat breakfast today?”

You nodded proudly, “And lunch!”

Bob dipped his head down to press a kiss on your forehead, “Been so good today sweet girl. Think you deserve a reward for it.”

You looked at your bracelet, confused, “I thought this was-”

Bob shook his head, a near Cheshire like grin on his face, “That's just because I wanted to. So tell me sweet girl, do you want a reward?”

You tentatively nod your head, heat flooding your face, “yes please.”

He's pleased that he didn't have to remind you to use your words. Bob places one last kiss to your temple before spinning you around, forcing you to face the bathroom counter.

Without even thinking, you lean forward, your chest brushing against the marbled counter.

Bob hums in approval. You've learned quickly.

He quickly kneels down, his large hands trailing up your bare thighs. He's able to effortlessly spread your legs apart, pushing up the hem of your skirt to reveal your bare cunt.

“Been such a good listener baby. So proud of you,” he cooed, holding back a chuckle at how your legs trembled at the praise.

You were so sweet, always wanting to be good for him. It had taken you some time, the idea of being with someone who truly loved you and wanted the best for you was a new concept.

You shuddered upon feeling his breath against your core. Unable to see him, all you can rely on is touch. His deft fingers gently parted your soaked folds, sending sparks throughout your body.

Your body lurched forward when Bob's mouth made contact with your entrance.

Prior to Bob, you didn't know someone could be so enthusiastic when it came to giving oral. It was always seen as something required before sex, not an act that could be enjoyed on its own.

Then you met Bob.

Bob, who cared about your pleasure more than his own. Bob, who didn't view sex as a thing, but as an experience.

The bathroom quickly filled with your breathless moans. Your chest was pressed against the counter, your soaked cunt completely at the mercy of Bob’s mouth. His large hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, sure to leave bruises.

Not that you mind. Having a physical reminder that you belonged to him was thrilling. You quickly learned that Bob loved marking you, nearly bordering on an obsession. Hickies, hand shaped bruises, bite marks. He couldn't get enough of your body.

“Taste s’good, s’fuckin sweet,” Bob groaned inbetween lapping up your arousal. A large hand snuck around the front of your body, long fingers quickly finding your clit.

Your hand found the back of his head, clutching his sandy brown locks in hopes it would be enough to ground you. His mouth felt like heaven. Each stroke of his tongue pushes you further and further away from clarity and closer to that pleasurable edge.

“C-close,” you gritted through your teeth. You didn't need to ask him permission, but knew Bob wanted to know when you were near.

He loved to watch you fall apart.

Just as expected, his mouth was replaced by his fingers, your cunt welcoming the stretch. His breath was hot on your ear as he was now leaning over you.

“So pretty like this,” he cooed, “I know, you're so close. Just let go sweet girl, I got ya.”

You gripped the edge of the counter as white hot pleasure coursed through your body.

Bob watched you in the mirror, memorized by how your body reacted to his nimble fingers.

What a long way you had come. At the beginning of this relationship, you were hesitant to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state, to have him hear you let out such lewd sounds. You would ask for the lights to be off, would have buried your head into the pillow to muffle your sounds.

Now you felt safe to fully let go, to show him all of you.

“There ya go, that's it.” His voice was soothing, a sharp contrast to how his fingers were thrusting in and out of your soaked entrance, “Comin’ so hard for me, sweet girl. Fuckin’ love it.”

His hand continued its ministrations on your poor cunt, his lips ghosting over your temple. Your body leans into his, craving more.

Before Bob, the idea of coming twice in the same session was preposterous. Unrealistic.

Now it was the bare minimum.

This time when you came, your legs shook, your brain practically blacking out from the pleasure. You could hear how hard you were coming, lewd squelching sounds vaguely ringing in your ears.

“It's okay, I gotcha, Daddy’s gotcha,” He whispered against your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist to help you stand up as you recovered from your high.

“Made a mess,” you mumbled, able to feel how much you came on your inner thighs. But now your head was in a pleasure filled haze, only able to vaguely register that Bob was leading you to bed.

“I know, and I'll clean you up. But I want you to lay down first.” The back of your head gently hits soft pillows, your body melting into the mattress. True to his word, Bob returns with a warm washcloth, gently wiping you down.

“You wanna take a nap, sweet girl?” he murmured in between pressing gentle kisses against your forehead.

“But dinner-” you started, only for Bob to gently shush as he helped you out of your skirt.

“I'll move it back. You had a big day, you deserve to rest.”

“Robby?” You hummed, opening your eyes to find him helping you into one of his old T-shirts.

“Whatcha need, baby?” He asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Can….can I keep you warm? While we nap?”

This time it was his turn to blush. Bob nodded, quickly moving to take off his pants and boxers, laying down on the bed. He didn't need any help, watching you come twice had made him hard enough.

With his help, you were able to move into his lap, your hand finding the base of his cock, wrapping a hand around it so it could align with your entrance.

A content sigh left your lips upon being filled with his cock. You laid your head against his chest, your breathing slowing down as Bob traced shapes on your back.

You were always amazed by how well he filled you. So full, unlike anything you had experienced before.

Without thinking, your hips began to lazily grind against his, the movement causing his cock to shift inside you.

Two large hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, stilling your movements.

“Later,” Bob said, eyes still closed, “Want you to rest now sweet girl.”

He was far from done with you. But Bob also knew you would need your energy for later.

Besides, good girls deserve a nap.

And you were his best girl.

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[paulic]

Ok this is what I think the biopics will be like for each Beatle:

John will be so troubled but in a really charming way and Julian will be mentioned but briefly and they’ll make it seem like John was just too busy to be a present father (Paul will make up for it in a vomit inducingly cheesy way). His eating disorder, heroin addiction and other internal struggles (self-esteem, sexuality, maybe even gender,…) will go unmentioned or brushed over jokingly like haha he tossed Brian off, don’t we all at that age. He’ll be the cool and funny older brother & later genius who just couldn’t be confined within a band. They won’t have the guts to call his bullshit and therefore will automatically brush over his kinder and vulnerable sides. He’ll be reduced to a knock off version of the tortured artist blueprint. They’ll never pick up on his pathetic wet dog vibe

Paul will be the charming good guy who’s all in with the band. No mention of how he fucked over Jane and every other girl until Linda; he’ll be a musical genius, too, but in a prince of the people sort of way. They’ll loooove that he stopped eating meat, woke king!!!! Linda will be brushed over by making her into his soulmate wifey who finally helps the charming playboy with a heart of gold settle down. His depression and alcohol problem won’t be mentioned/reduced to feeling a little sad. He’ll be a little bossy sometimes but they won’t ever get it right how fucking annoying he could be. Straighter than a ruler. John’s brother, almost biologically. No homo. They’ll find a way to make the twink who fucked the entire population and had an ego bigger than Neptune into a straight feminist

George will be the indie underground smart Beatle and people on tik tok will start posting thirst traps of the actor with the caption “they don’t make em like this anymore” and then complain about real-George’s teeth. He’ll be so spiritual and smart and he won’t have an affair with his best friend’s wife at all and if he does it’ll be because of some spiritual insight, not because that man couldn’t keep it in his pants for 5 seconds. I’m deadly afraid of the colourful drug scenes where he’ll hallucinate god. He’ll be the perfect boyfriend and Pattie will be played by Sidney sweeney or something. They won’t take a side with the whole George Or Paul debate during the breakup, but George will be too focused on other things to want to stay in the Beatles. They won’t mention the three billion songs John&Paul deemed unworthy. They’ll never do the grudges my man held justice. No one could

Ringo will be the funny guy who luckily survived his childhood and found his passion through a kind nurse giving him his drumsticks. He’ll play an incredible drum solo at 8 years old on his hospital bed frame the first time he ever holds those sticks. He won’t be in gangs, he won’t beat his wife half to death, he won’t have drugs and alcohol problems. He’ll be peace and love from age 0. He’ll be slightly stupid and he’ll mention octopuses too much. They’ll never get it right how he was truly the eldest and how much his vote and opinion actually counted within the band and how much the boys wanted him in the band and admired him. He won’t be a sort of glue to the band. He won’t marry a teenager he met when she was 16 and he 22. He’ll be a weird version of Ken from the Barbie movie, his job will be Drum. They’ll flatten a severely nuanced and layered man to a sheet of paper with the word ‘beat’ on it

I am too afraid to even think about what they will do to Eppy

Oh and each and every one of them will have way too pretty teeth and I am already furious. I want them to have British men in the 1960s teeth. Give me British teeth and jerking off together

[dasnercaret]

how ISAT makes you feel like going home

so one of my friends said to me "the first time i played (isat) was when i was home sick, i felt like it had curative properties. analyse that mr playstyle 😎" and i took it as a fucking challenge. i've never written an (tumblr-posted) analysis essay before and i'm going into this with a bunch of haphazardly folded ideas and NO OUTLINE fuck it we ball

so to begin with: DORMONT.

isat, as a whole, is extremely a traditional rpg setup. which unfortunately i know little to nothing about, so forgive me in advance if i put my foot in my mouth regarding traditional rpg mechanics. but like many games, you start at a home base, at home. and the whole vibes of the place honestly serve to only emphasize the safe / at home / storybook atmosphere isat cultivates. you wake up in a field, sleepy and tired. your dear friend mirabelle leans over you and tells you to wake up, because you're going to beat the king tomorrow! and you laugh and you're sleepy but eventually you start playing. eventually, you push yourself up and wander around and meet the townsfolk and your party.

now, the player doesn't know the party. they've just opened the game! they don't know these characters. siffrin does though, and it shows in the interactions he has with each one of them. mirabelle teases siffrin about the quality of his nap. isabeau puns with siffrin. odile smiles at him. bonnie... looks away, because of backstory you don't have yet, because you're leaping into this story at its very end. but siffrin knows.

(...)

siffrin knows. which informs his narration, of course, and overall it gives the sense of - you're watching a story already known, with characters who already love each other. like walking into a family home midway through a dinner party, to know and be known in turn.

(you know where you are. you're home!)

siffrin provides some exposition of course, enough to catch the player up and let them know the basics of the world you've set foot into. these people are here because they have natural ties, connections to the land they've been born or raised in or are travelling through. you all are here to defeat the king, who is the epitome of a traditional storybook villain, the big bad evil you defeat at the end of the fairytale. he's just the generically evil guy, with no focus given to the atrocities he must have committed and been willing to commit in order to get where he is. there's no need to be scared of him, not really. (yet.) he's evil, but in the way a storybook villain is evil. all the sharp edges defanged, sanded away, all the humanity and dimensionality and violence inherent in his character compressed into a set of scribbles on the page, words on a screen. it's not personal. it's not.... scary. not to you, and not to siffrin, who's already been floating above it all.

(the rest is under a cut! spoilers for The Entire Rest Of The Game)

similarly, the exposition is in the form of little childlike drawings, emphasizing the same nostalgia it draws on - fairytales, fables, those stories where the heroes collect the magic sword and slay the dragon and save the princess. you know these stories, consciously or not. you love these stories, (probably), and it all serves to emphasize the familiarity with which you step into dormont. heroic stories are extremely common in the stories we love today, from the old classic prince charming to (somewhat) more modern legend of zelda, and no doubt many people picking up isat have a similar passing familiarity with the overarching story of rpgs. (i in fact was the exception, but that's a whole other essay)

the townspeople definitely do not help this vibe as well. they are practically one and all kind, steady people, precisely the sort of common folk you'd want to save in a story where nothing hurts and everyone is safe and loved. they're happy to gift you a flower or a pan au chocolat and cheer you on in your quest, certain of your victory and at least certain of their continued happiness even if you fail. simple, easy, familiar, comforting in the way redwall is comforting or an old set of childhood fairytales is comforting. there's no real judgement, no anger at you for potentially failing and (almost) none of the gross ugly real emotions that would be present in a more 'realistic' story. simple, easy, familiar, comforting.

(You like knowing what happens next!)

so. i think we all know that isat at its core is a game about homesickness. god's sakes mal du pays is literally right there. the central conflict of this game, beneath the overlaying fluff of an rpg archetype and an evil to defeat, is about siffrin not being able to go home while the rest of his party get to do so. and even at this very early stage (approximately act 1 and i would argue a bit into act 2) you can start to see the cracks. siffrin is shown alone, tagging along with the party because he had "nothing else to do" (read: nowhere else to go.) he laughs and pals and jokes with the party, but like before, like always, he merely mirrors them. he makes puns with isabeau because isabeau likes puns, and siffrin liked making him laugh so much so that he adopted puns into a part of his personality. he comforts mirabelle about her future, jokes with odile about her research, and always, always, avoids talking about himself. when they ask where he's going to go after their journey is over, his answer is always a mirror of their own - pilgrimage, research, travel, comedy. when he makes a wish at the favor tree, there's no option to wish for himself.

because the thing is, right. siffrin never thinks of himself. the only options instead are to wish for his family - his home, his only living and real connections in his life, the people surrounding him that really make dormont feel like a real home and not just another friendly place in vaugaurde he's passing through. cause the townsfolk are nice, sure, they're friendly, sure, but - they don't know him. they're not important enough for him to literally rewrite his personality for them. it's his party instead, that he laughs and jokes with and is known with, even if superficially. he wants to be allowed to go home, to stay home. he's been homeless both literally and figuratively for so long that he's beyond desperate to be allowed to keep what little he's found for himself.

(You want to stay with them!)

except - what happens when you beat the game? what happens when you finish the rpg, when you reach the end of the book, when you grow up and leave this set of children's fairytales behind?

you put it down, right? you go home, right? you go back to your home, you go back to travelling, you go back to your family.

what do you do when you don't get to go home? when dormont and the clocktower and the house are the closest you will ever get to home, are the last moment you will ever have being home before it's ripped away from you forever? (ripped away from you just like before - )

you'd want to stay, right? forever and ever and ever?

siffrin is a character who has a very bad time letting go. just like the king, he wants to have, desperately, enough to kill himself a hundred times over for it. and, through the timeloop, he can pull you, the player, and himself and his hapless party along through the timeloop, repeating the same two comforting days over and over and over and over.

and perhaps after a few loops of settling in you, too, can understand why he would want to do this. it's nice, isn't it? knowing what will happen? knowing that these people will always love you? knowing that you can always get the flower, always get the drawing, always get the pan au chocolat, always beat the tutorial kid and get the jackpot? that the townsfolk will always smile at you, that your party - your family, your home - will never know what you've done?

it's not enough, isn't it?

(Dormont, unchanging! Dormont, stagnating!)

no matter how hard siffrin tries to cling to the past turned present to stave off his inevitable future, he is still human. under the fairytale setting and pretty lights, even under his own desire to stay with them, he needs that human connection. he needs something to change, to give way. needs to be seen, to be known, to be loved for himself and not because he's learned the perfect pretty words and actions to trick them into loving him. you, the player, the person driving siffrin, can understand this frustration perfectly as well - you need something to change. you need something to give way, because you can't keep doing this. because you can't hear the same lines over and over and over anymore. you can't do the same thing over and over anymore. you're not happy. siffrin's not happy. something needs to change.

i finished isat over the course of about four days, playing about 12-14 hours per day. during that time, i experienced possibly the most deeply intensely felt emotion i have ever experienced. to this day when i look back on my first playthrough of isat, the sheer depth and fury of that emotion takes my breath away.

and it was frustration. just like siffrin, i was trapped. i couldn't look away, because i loved these characters, because i loved their story, because i wanted them to keep going and going and living and i wanted to keep living alongside them. but i couldn't keep going like this. i couldn't do the same thing over and over and over. i needed something to change, but both siffrin and i were desperately, agonizingly trapped in the same few days. the same places, the same faces, the same lines said rote until i was zoning out through every dialogue interaction, only pausing when i needed to make sure that i hadn't missed something new.

because i loved these characters. i loved how homely they felt. i loved them, i loved them, i -

needed them to be real. to change, to grow, to have their future returned to them. i needed to see them go home, not trapped in this same endless time-frozen loop. i had been trapped at home too long, and the cabin fever was eating me alive. my desire to be allowed to keep playing (to stay in the timeloop) was duking it out with my desire to see them change beyond what they were allowed to change in the span of just two days. i wanted to see bonnie grow up, to see isabeau change into someone else, to see odile come to terms with her half-vaugardian nature, to see mirabelle learn to accept her sexuality (or lack thereof). i wanted them to remember us as family.

ah, isat, absolute king of getting in my head and making me think like siffrin.

back to dormont. in the end, dormont only changes permanently in act 6, after the time loop breaks. the only time the townsfolk ever change, ever coherently move to different places and act differently (act 5 is similar, but i would argue that's because siffrin changes, dormont still doesn't really meaningfully change) is after the loops.

and it's fitting, isn't it? by this point in the game, you could recite dormont backwards and forwards. but by this point in the game, you are well aware that you need to give them back a future. their future. the one they wished for in the first place. they've been trapped in their fairy tale wonderland for long enough. they deserve to go home, truly home, to go forward and live their lives and keep moving on. to allow them to change, to grow.

to allow yourself to change, to grow. to allow yourself to go home, to admit that you want to keep your home you have now, to keep the family you've built from blood and death and tears and stars.

(You want to stay with them!)

to leave dormont. to leave this fairytale behind, and keep living.

[ganjies]

Hiii! Can I get Teru with a s/o who’s quiet at first but as time passes and they warm to him, their sassy and a little bit mean, a little. Have a nice day :)

i see you're a Teru lover , honestly same

take your time

It's pretty normal to people not warming up to others when they first meet , giving them a calm and quite vibe of yourself before actually showing off the real you , though this could be seen as an hard task if we're talking about showing your personality to the prince of the school , Teru Minamoto.

You don't know exactly how and when he started to hang out with you more and more everyday , but this didn't help you to get out to your shell , how could you anyways : everyone sees him as the perfect boy in the whole school , a charming , kind and smart prince , everyone is lucly to have him around ; of course you agreed to them , that's why if you would show your trues self , you think that he wouldn't like you. You often joke with your friends , using irony and all , so you always think that he would prefer someone more calmer.

Months went by pretty fast , you and Teru got much closer from before. What you didn't know is that he always sees you talking to your friends , and your behaviour is different from what you act with him , he wonders if the change of personality its because you can't stand being with him and he's just forcing you to be with him

And obviously he will invite you to the students council room to talk about it , he really like you and doesn't want to make uncomfortable in any way being this close to you

It wasn't rare for him to invite you there when Akane isn't with him , just to talk with him and make his work more enjoyable ; he's always the one to talk but today you'll be the one to speak.

You knocked on the door and heard a " come in " from the boy ; you entered the room and found him with a pile of papers beside him as always. He looked up at you and smiled , that smile that could make your heart beat as fast as it could , making your head low down from the embarrassment , though Teru took it as a sign for you to not look at him. He began to talk

" [ Name ] , i was waiting for you ! Please take a seat on the sofà , i really want to talk to you about something " your stomach twisted at that sentence , it could've been anything , he wouldn't had to invite you to the council room if it was a good news so it had to be something bad " about what ? " you asked trying to not give in to the anxiety. He gets up from his chair and seats beside you " i've noticed the way you're around me and the way you act around your friends ; when you're with them you act more .. carefree. Is it because , you despise me [ name ] , you know .. i really like you , and i wouldn't mind you acting like yourself with me. But if you do really despise me , then i apologize for not getting it sooner "

You exploded after hearing those words , you would've never guessed Teru felt this way towards you , and you felt so dumb to let him think you despised him

What helped you return to the actual situaton was him squeezing your hands waiting for an answer " i never hated you Teru ... i really do like you too , its just that i thought you wouldn't like me for what i really am , and thinking about it now its sound really dumb " you both laughed at your comment.

It didn't take long for you two officially dating ; you still haven't warmed up to him totally but he's glad you can crack some jokes around him instead of nodding on what he's saying , he loves you and your personality , and he doesn't care how much will have to wait for you to warm up to him , he will do it , wait for you until you're ready

[minhio22]

I need you

Hajun x reader

Spoliers for Vibes cd drama

Im not good with this whole layout thing excuse me. Have this whole oneshot i wrote out of the blue in one sitting

You thought it was weird of him to be so on edge before a show. Hajun was never one to be that snappy before a showdown with anyone. Be it Buraikan or cozmez he would never waver. He would always go out with that annoying confidence with that big ego of his. That was what you liked about him.

But to see him so on edge and seeing him snap at Allen backstage it made your eyebrows rise when you saw it. You knew it wasn't like him. Surprisingly he just apologized. Something was up with him but Hajun was always hard to read no matter how much time you had already spent with him.

Before BAE went for their show you caught up with Hajun seeing as he was the last one to leave the room.

"Hajun! Wait up!" You had called out to him.

Hajun turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "What is it?" Hajun asked in that proper tone he always had.

"I-is something wrong? You're not yourself today. Are you alright?" You asked despite knowing he wasn't one for opening up. You still asked because you were worried about him. You would ask a thousand times even if he would still reply the same and that was that he was completely fine.

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Of course I am." Hajun gave that charming smile of his while replying with a slight teasing tone. You could still tell that something was off with him but he wasn't going to let it be known. Hell be damned for him to show weakness to anyone. He knew you knew that something was up with him but he just brushed it off. You know there was no point in pushing him so you just dropped it.

"Alright then. Best of luck Hajun. Not that I think you need it." You gave him a weak smile that worry in your eyes not fading one bit. Hajun could see it clearly which made him smile a bit gently at you in hopes of elevating it a bit. With that he left.

You felt like your heart was being ripped out. You felt like the world had gone quiet, the sound of your beating heart the only thing that occupied your ears. You felt like your vision was blurry as the only thing you could see was him.

Him

Him not singing his verse of the song. Him suddenly starting to lose his breath. Him suddenly breathing hardly as if his lungs were under water, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in this world for him. Him swaying from side to side a bit before passing out on the floor. Him clutching his chest while doing so. Him on the cold floor of the stage breathing erratically.

The only thing you remembered was everyone around you screaming. Your shouts getting lost in the noise of the crowd. Your legs taking you faster than they ever had.

You were backstage now. Your hand clutching Hajun's tightly. His breathing sounded like he was in so much pain that you couldn't even begin to describe. It brought you so much pain like someone had cut you open and stabbed your heart repeatedly, however it still continued to beat on. His hand was cold, so cold. It felt like the hand of someone dying. The hand of someone who's losing their life. You clutched his hand harder when you thought of that unwilling to let him go, not wanting him to leave you. Kneeling on the floor clutching his left hand as if that was what was stopping him from going.

Akanyatsura had entered the room asking what happened. You let Anne and Allen answer their questions and talk to them. Your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. How you should've pushed him to tell you earlier. That maybe this was all your fault as you could tell something was wrong but you did nothing to prevent him.

Hajun's eyes were closed, sweat trickling down his face as if he was with a fever if only it wasn't for your hand against his cold ones you would've believed so. He still looked oh so handsome with that gentle prince-like beauty of his. If he wasn't breathing so erratically you would've believed he was in deep slumber instead.

Out of the blue his hand that you were holding was starting to change colour. "Um guys?" You spoke for the first time calling out to the people in the room. You raised his hand that you were still holding, gesturing to it. It was rapidly changing to a bluish purple colour.

"It's the metal's acute erosion." Iori replied.

Everyone in the room gasped. You were back in your thoughts again. Your brain running faster than it usually would. Thoughts going in and out in your head, making you worry about losing Hajun even more, making you clench his hand even more. Making you second-guess yourself. Making you think of the worst things possible. The worst case scenarios.

Iori knelt beside you. "Let me take a quick look." His tone was gentle due to the fact that when he looked at you, your eyes were glazed over with tears and it seemed that you were unaware of it. He could tell how much you cared as your grip on Hajun's hand was relentless.

You reluctantly let go of Hajun's hand and shuffled away a bit to give Iori some space to inspect Hajun. Hajun was breathing shakily. It pained you so much you wanted to take away his worries so badly.

"This is bad. Looks like the erosion started from his finger and probably reached his heart. This is not its average speed. Now that it came to this, we can't do anything anymore."

You were surprised at his words. "No! You can't mean Suiseki-san! There has to be something…. " You trailed off at the end of your outrage. You knew the risks of being a phantom rapper despite not being one. You glanced at Hajun, tears finally dropping from your eyes. You buried your face into the sleeve of his jacket as you clutch his hand back. You mumbling his name over and over as if that would bring him back. You had blocked out every noise in the room once again. The sight of it was heartbreaking to everyone in the room. Iori felt a little guilty having to lay the cold hard truth to you like that but he had to do it nonetheless.

"There's nothing else…. But one way." Iori had said which made you perk up. Everyone was slightly startled by your head suddenly rising as you looked at Iori with such resolution. "But it requires a lot of resolution."

"Please tell us!" Allen exclaimed.

"Use Hajun's metal and force your way into his mind." Iori stated.

"That's…. Possible?" You questioned.

"I don't know." There was a slight pity in his eyes. "But there was someone who did it once in the past. I heard that he saved his partner who collapsed on stage using this method. It was Buraikan's Shura." Gaspes resounded in the room. "But it's just a story close to a legend. No conclusive evidence. No…. It's something that Buraikan has done. So we couldn't possibly imitate it."

"I got it! I'll do it" Allen sounded so sure that it surprised Iori. "Please tell me how I can dive into Hajun's mind."

"It’s the same as doing phantom lives. You kiss the metal. But you’re going to kiss Hajun’s metal." Iori explained.

"Hajun's metal?" Anne inquired. You glanced at his hand which you were holding to look at his metal.

"The metal is the door that connects to its holder’s mind. And with the sudden erosion, the metal is trying to become one with its holder." Iori further explained.

"In other words, that door is left open?" Anne asked.

"Alright! Let's go!"

"Wait! Do you understand what it means diving into another person’s mind? One mistake and you might never come back. And then…" Iori warned them.

"We will also become just like Hajun is right now?" Anne asked.

"No. It might even be worse than this. It’s live or die. Despite that, you’ll do it?"

"I will! I want to save Hajun!" The three of you exclaimed.

Anne and Allen were reluctant on letting you follow as you had never experienced something like this before.

"But I want to go! I have to go! I can't just sit around and let him die. Let you guys die." You argued with them.

"But if something were to happen to you hajun would…" Allen started.

"I don't care! If i don't do something I wouldn't be able to live with it! He won't even be here if that's the case."

In the end they let you follow along as you kissed his metal. It was a weird sensation. Kissing something that was in a way deeply connected to someone. You groaned when you entered Hajun's mind. You never felt anything like it. It was…. Weird…. You didn't know how to describe it.

"Are you alright Anne, Y/n?" Allen asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Anne pants.

You just gave a thumbs up. It was really dim. Was it always like this inside people's minds? Well you wouldn't know this was the first time you entered one anyways. It struck you that you were doing something really unbelievable and you might not even live to tell the tale. You guys walk around trying to find Hajun.

"Ah! There! I can see light!" Anne pointed out.

"And there’s a door. That’s gotta be it…" Allen said. The three of you run towards it.

"It seems like you don’t get it."

"Eh?"

"Hajun, it means that you’re no longer needed in this house."

"Eh?"

"Don’t tell me this is…" Allen started.

"Hajun's trauma. The day when his parents threw him out? Poor boy was so shocked he could only say 'eh?'. What kind of parents are those?" You huffed angrily a bit.

"Then… I…"

"Yes, Hajun. You’re an unneeded child."

The voice of Hajun's father saying unneeded eded child was echoing throughout the room.

"Hajun’s not an unneeded child!" Allen slammed the door open.

"That’s right, you toxic parents! The unneeded one is you! Now disappear this instant!" Anne snapped. As if it was magic they really did disappear. "Oh! They really disappeared! I’m so awesome!" You chuckled at that and Allen just sighed.

"Uhm… who are you?" A younger version of Hajun asked. You could see how this cute little boy came to grow up into such a good looking man. You flushed a bit at how cute he was. Pinching his cheeks was a thought on your mind.

"Ah! Eh, little Hajun? So cute! What’s with those cheeks?! I wanna snuggle on them!" Anne exclaimed.

"Yeah isn't he Anne? You might want to do that now cause I don't think he will let you when we get back. I wanna pinch his cheeks…"

"Eh? Ah, Uhm…" younger Hajun seemed overwhelmed.

"Alright, Hajun. Listen carefully. No matter what your parents say, you’re not an unneeded child! Definitely not!" Allen told him.

"He’s right. When you get a little older, you’ll turn sarcastic, with a sharp tongue and a sick personality, but we like that kind of you. That’s because you do your best more than anyone else, always serious, and even though you’re nice, you’re shy about it." Anne added.

"And you may not have a lot of friends but there's a lot of people who look up to you." You added.

"Sorry that I didn’t realize about the metal. It must have been hard for you getting this far." Allen said.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask more when I noticed something was off with you today. I should've. It must've been hard putting on with all that pain. I wish you would've leaned on us more. Say something-" You told him tears were spilling out a bit.

"I can’t say it." Younger Hajun said abruptly. "If I say something like that, I’ll become an unneeded child again.

You clenched you fists as Anne and Allen gasped.

"If it means I won’t become an unneeded child, I’ll do anything. I’ll endure no matter how hard it is." He continued. "Because I love them. Being thrown away by the people I love saying I’m an unneeded child is much scarier than death."

"How stupid. I told you before, didn’t I? That I won’t betray you. That I will never abandon you! Seriously… making people say such embarrassing things… What’s with you…" Allen confessed.

"You're surprisingly softhearted huh Hajun?" You noted. "To think you think that way…. I would never leave you. Instead I'm scared of it being the other way. You're not unneeded. BAE needs you. Allen needs you. Anne needs you." You stopped a bit before saying your last words. "I need you."

You guys managed to get out safe and sound in one piece. You woke up groaning a bit. Your head was against hajun's shoulder it seems. Hajun seemed to wake up and noticed you there, he seemed confused. Anne and Allen had tackled him and started crying. You backed away a bit not wanting to ruin the moment. That and you've been sticking to Hajun like glue so you suppose you could give other people some time with him.

"Whoa what's all this?" Hajun asked, confused.

At that moment Akanyatsura had come back and seemed pleased that Hajun was alive and kicking.

A lot happened but now you were alone in the backstage room with Hajun. You sweatdropped everyone had scuffled out so quickly you thought it was planned. Nonetheless you were grateful to be able to talk to him privately.

Hajun had definitely noticed your disheveled look, your puffy red blood eyes, swollen from crying so hard and your hair was a mess. You didn't waste time in tackling him into a hug which left him speechless. It caught him off guard but you could feel his arms wrap around you not long after.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" You started but Hajun wasn't having any of it.

"No. It's my fault and my fault alone. You couldn't have done anything." Hajun said sternly not wanting you to blame yourself.

"But if I had pushed you to answer today then maybe-" Hajun called out your name sternly. You instantly shut up.

"I didn't tell anyone so there's no way you could've known. It's not your fault. Don't worry. I'm fine." Hajun replied. He let go of you and grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss and left his mouth there saying his next words. Your face burned red from the action. He was so charming and he knew it. "I won't make you worry next time. I promise. I won't leave you. Besides you need me right?" Hajun smirked as he said those last words his eyes looking at you as his lips were still on the back of your hand. You instantly went a shade redder at his smirk and words. He might not remember what happened in there but subconsciously he does.

[abitofboth]

okay fuck it I’m gonna write detailed thoughts about cinderella’s castle even though I never usually do cuz like who am I to review something

first of all: PUPPETS!!!!! god, I am SO glad starkid puppets are back in action. I fully believe puppets should be used in theatre way more than they are now (the joey puppet in war horse is extraordinary) and the puppetry in cc was so reminiscent of starship to me- I’ve been craving the high of pincer and bug for YEARS lmao. when hop-a-lot came on stage I audibly went “oh shit”, crumb is a fuckin delightful little guy and I desperately need to hug him, and the troll puppets brought so much life to characters that I think wouldn’t have been as fun without them. the love that went into crafting every puppet is so easy to see and I really hope we get more of it from starkid in the future!!

I’m really happy to see bryce in a main role, she is a fuckin powerhouse!!! her voice is incredible and she brought such a fun spin to ella. I was lowkey worried it was gonna give off alw bad cinderella vibes but I shoulda had more faith, her character charms you as soon as she walks on stage!!

I’m also kind of a little obsessed with tadius?? curt in any role is guaranteed to take my heart but god, make him a lover boy and throw in a sprinkle of sass and I’ll just lay down my life for him. wish there’d been some more of the romance between him and ella!!

the trolls were also some incredibly fun characters. lauren and mariah killed it and like let’s be real, we were all rooting for them and their hot girl summer. what’s a little murder between friends?? angela was great and I loved the twist on the stepmother character that was way more interesting than the usual “she’s just kind of a bitch”.

jeff as the narrator was perfect but we all knew that was gonna be the case anyway. give him his cunty eyeliner and the man’s unstoppable.

joey’s voice work also deserves a special shout out!! every time he opens his mouth I’m giving him a standing ovation. what can’t the man do??

I didn’t love the character of the prince but ig that’s the point of him!! james played him so well and I really do think he’s so underrated as an actor. the physicality and comedy that he brings really makes him stand out, but I will say that the sex jokes got old pretty quickly for me lmao. it made him feel a lot more one-beat than I think they were going for

I reeeaally enjoyed the set and lighting of this one!! literally as soon as we pressed play, my sister and I were like oh shit okay I see your bigger budget mr lang!! and the COSTUMES!! loved loved loved them. Ella’s dress was beautiful and I’m really glad they went with something of their own design rather than try to replicate something disney-ish. it looks like they had a load of fun with the wigs in this one too which I always love to see!!

I thought kim, jon, and joey were, despite shining in whatever stage time they had, WOEFULLY underused. only one scene for kim, and I wish we’d have been able to spend more time with hop-a-lot and crumb- considering they were main characters it felt like we barely saw them. they had like, at most three lines in a song too? let them sing!!!

the music was also not what I expected! I didn’t expect it to be so synth-y, maybe more of a rock vibe from the small hints we had during production? I saw another review say it gave them 80s fantasy film vibes and I think that’s the perf description!! I really enjoyed all the songs and I always love being able to take in whatever jeff has cooked up. everyone was on their a-game as always with their voices too- bryce and kim were real stand outs for me. I do feel like the soundtrack is kind of forgettable though? usually after watching a starkid show I’ll find at least a few songs have earwormed their way into my head but right now I can only recall the opening/closing song. maybe that’s just on me though!

I also thought the general pacing was a little off and the story was maybe not quite ready. some parts felt rushed and some parts dragged a little, and at the end I was left still feeling a little hungry for something more.

overall I really enjoyed it!! I’ve been a huge fan of starkid for well over a decade and with each new show I’m blown away by their creativity and obvious love for the craft. I was so excited to see them move away from hatchetfield for now and jump into a different sandbox to play around with, and I’m SOOOO looking forward to the proshot version because I just know it’s gonna blow everyone away. I’m so glad they make such incredible theatre and do it in such an accessible way, and not to sound super cheesy but god is it great to be alive at the same time as them

(and really, nick lang I am begging you to make a crumb plushie)

[teenidlegirl]

please i just need a small lil fic of reader and miguel meeting at a baile/quince and just falling in love 🥹

‧ ִ ۫⠀♱ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. omg this is so cute! just fyi to my peeps, i’m not taking requests but i’ll accept this one because it’s so cute!

you were invited to your best friend’s daughter’s quinceanera. the place decorated in pink, music playing from the speakers, delicious food being served, people dancing on the floor. the vibes are alive and everyone is having an incredible time.

while dancing with friends, you accidentally bump into someone with your back, or at least something sturdy because it felt like a wall.

“oh i’m sorry!” you cry, swiftly turning around to see whom you’ve bumped into.

“no no it’s alright. it’s my fault.”

the moment you lock eyes with the person you’ve bumped into, both of your eyes dilate immensely. standing before you is a man probably two feet taller than you. clad in all black, a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. a little gold chain with a small cross around his neck. broad shoulders and chest. dark chocolate locks that seem to be gelled back. he is undoubtedly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

him, on the other hand, is awestruck. he believes an angel is standing right in front of him. your big doe eyes staring into his own, utterly lost in them. the baby pink dress you’re wearing makes your appearance so enthralling, outlining your curves so graciously. his breath got caught in his throat.

you two just stand there, staring into each other’s eyes, completely lost in trance. it feels like time stopped or slowed down, everything else is a blur.

the dreamy moment ends when your best friend and her husband walk by, making you and the man snap out of trance in unison. she introduces you both. miguel is his name and turns out he’s best friends with the husband. what a coincidence.

you and miguel chitchat for hours, getting to know one another. turns out you two share several things in common, making the conversation more enjoyable. hours of smiling and laughing. he is so charming and you’re so loving. you’d never miss the way he would lean a bit closer or slightly tilt his head when you talk. miguel cherished that beautiful smile or the heavenly sounds of your laughter. gazing into each other’s eyes until the tension is unbearable that makes you both look away bashfully for a moment, heat rising in your cheeks.

when it was time to dance again, miguel stands up and asks if you’d honor him a dance. with a bashful smile, you gladly accept and make your way to the dance floor. your heart skips a beat the moment your bodies press together. his large hand enfolding your smaller hand ever so gently. your bodies sway in harmony, matching the rhythm of the music. getting lost in each other’s eyes once again. it feels like a fairytale, a princess dancing with her prince. the outside world, everyone else at the quince was completely forgotten as you and miguel sway together on the dance floor.

“estas hermosa.” miguel whispers in your ear, making you a blushing mess which makes him smile.

from afar, across the venue, your best friend observes you and miguel with a proud smile on her face. playing cupid tonight was a complete success.

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[carbonatedgreencoffee]

Don't Follow Me, I'm Lost Too

Preface: This is just a little character sketch for the funsies. I don't write regularly but I do constantly think about my Ocs so why not write some of those ideas down? Also I am writing a little bit of my favorite newspaper boy because I genuinely always had an interest in writing him. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～

Under any other circumstances, Felicita would have happily blocked out the noise of the Devildom with both earbuds in favor of her up-beat, pop music. It always made trips on the town feel like her own movie starring her. Today was different, however. A new project had launched today for many of the denizens of the Devildom and she would be participating. It was a fun concept. She herself never really had the opportunity to attend an academic setting of this nature, and rumor has it; humans and celestials would be attending as well. She never would have thought such a collaboration was possible, but their Prince was the progressive sort, wasn't he? So was she and her excitement for this project was in stark contrast to many of the other citizens of the Devildom that were participating. No matter! Nothing would discourage her excitement for experiencing something new!

Felicita's phone was tucked neatly in a pocket of her bag and her headphones draped over her shoulders, devoid of any pop tune that she was currently fixed on. She adjusted her teal collar in the reflection of a street light fixture and made sure her ombre pink waves fell in just the right way down her back. She was interrupted in her preening suddenly by a familiar, city accent. "Always raising such a fuss over ones appearance. Isn't that something you should have been particular about at home?" Mephisto folded his arms and addressed Felicita with an arch of a dark brow. Mephistopheles. Possibly one of the most prideful individuals Felicita had ever managed to befriend here in the Devildom. She met him through family ties, given she came from high pedigree herself and it was only due to their personality types that they were able to get along. Feli loved that he was so proud and so organized. So ready for any emergency situation and ready to take charge. Sure, he had an attitude on him and had this potent vibe of arrogance that came with individuals of his pedigree, but it wasn't a turn off for Felicita. "Oh, I did fuss over my appearance at home. And on the ride over. And now." Felicita stifled a giggle behind her hand and turned to face the other in full. "I'm just so nervous. I don't want to look frumpy on our first day of school...!" Mephisto appraised Felicita for a moment and developed an almost bewildered expression. "Frumpy? You? Felicita, I don't believe I've ever witnessed a moment of you being 'frumpy'. You look fine." He shook his head and gestured toward the school ahead. "Fine, but you are risking being late by fussing so much. Come along." Mephisto strode forth with a wide step and his chin high, displaying a regal posture to be envious of. Another feature that screamed he was of high pedigree. Felicita followed in step, having to take twice as many steps to keep up with her taller classmate. "You look charming yourself, Mephisto! And is that... Is that a new fragrance I'm catching?" Felicita delighted at the effort Mephisto had put in for this first day as well. "What is that? Lemon and..." "Italian Bergamont. Is the unique note you're catching." Mephisto finished Felicita's observation, chuckling with a note of arrogance to his expression. Of course compliments weren't foreign to him. "You have your schedule, right? I'd like to see if we share any of the same courses. And, you will be joining the paper club." Felicita kept a gentle smile on her face, her colorful waves bouncing with each skipping step. There was a lapse of confusion with his tone, and she was quiet for a moment as her brain played catch-up. "Oh! Yes, I will be joining the paper club." She reached into her breast pocket and produced a soft sheet of parchment with her schedule printed on it. She handed it to Mephisto and shifted her gaze forward as they entered the grand gates of the academy. "I decided to let my extra course be Sorcerers throughout time. I figured if I was going to take this serious, I'd want to study courses that helped me with my magic. I can't keep being referred to as wild surge anymore." Felicita frowned thoughtfully, entirely unamused by the nickname coined to her for her reckless and sometimes dangerous magical incidents. Mephisto listened to the other chatter as he scanned each course on the schedule. His vibrant green eyes narrowed but his expression otherwise remained neutral. He didn't have any courses with Felicita. How stale. "Mh? Wild surge? Ah yes, your famous moniker." He neatly folded Felicita's schedule up and handed it back, earning a pout from the other. "Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not like it's entirely unfounded." He scoffed, but managed to reign in some of his haughtiness for the following comment, "Never the less, I encourage you to be the best version of yourself. So I expect you not to miss a single club meeting. Got it?" Felicita's frown melted into a small smile at that, understanding exactly where Mephisto was at. "Yes. I got it."

[simmie-stories]

Gen 1. Snow White #43 The Engagement Dinner Confrontation

Jeffery and Elise Charming were waiting at The Rabbit Hole restaurant for Snow and the 7 Dwarfs. It was time for the Engagement Dinner.

The Rabbit Hole restaurant by #simsiren94 (EA ID)

(This gave me "Heigh-ho" vibes...)

Everyone played musical chairs all evening in celebration of the Engagement.

As King Jeffery gave his toast, the restaurant door opened.

Evil and Gabriella (now a child) walked in. "Well, well... I see a celebratory gift is in order."

(Gabriella started chatting it up with King Jeffery and the two were friends by the end of the evening... you're not helping my storytelling here...)

A wave of overwhelming sadness washed over Snow. She became Depressed under Evil's spell.

Evil was unsatisfied. This time, Evil tried to cast a lightning spell on Snow.

Not sure why Snow took out her phone at this moment...

But Evil's spell seemed to backfire and she zapped herself instead.

"That's enough! What have I done to deserve this?! Why won't you just leave me and my family alone? I've left you to your castle - my FATHER's castle -= all these years!"

In a fit of rage, Snow threw herself at the Queen.

Sadly, Snow lost the fight and took a beating, even with the Queen in a daze from her backfired spell.

Raphael turned to Florian: "Are you seriously just going to stand back and watch?"

The Prince threw himself at the Queen as Snow "ran" from the restaurant.

She watched from outside as Florian and Queen fought for the first time (I was laughing so hard at this).

Raphael: "#$(@#)! Get out of here!" (I'm not sure who won, as I wasn't controlling either of them)

"If you and your precious Snow leave this land, I will never bother you again. This is MY queendom now, and it will belong to Gabriella." "#$#@)!" said Florian.

The Queen winked out. "Wait for me, Mama!" cried Gabriella, and she winked out as well.

"What do we do, Florian? She will never leave us alone!" "I think it's time we considered leaving the Bramblewood and moving to Tartosa, my father's land. We have a castle estate there that we can rule from." "What about the kids?" "They're graduating this week, and off to university this fall, and will take care of themselves. The queen never threatened them. She's only obsessed about getting rid of you." "Not ALL of them are going to university." "They've got this, Snow... you've raised them well. They can always come visit us or even live in the village in Tartosa if they chose to do so." "I'll think about it... but maybe you're right."

Florian went home, relieved that Snow was more open to leaving the Bramblewood now...

Snow cried herself to sleep that night... all she wanted was a "Big Happy Family," but she couldn't stay here much longer.

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[thebandcampdiaries]

Poplockp presents: "Sex In Alief: Narrated By RetroPOP"

April 2023 - Poplockp is an artist with a truly distinctive sound. He is quickly garnering a very strong following, especially on platforms such as TikTok, where he already has over 60.000 followers! He shows no sign of slowing down as he continues to post content that connects with people on a much deeper level. A good example? His most recent work, "Sex In Alief: Narrated By RetroPOP," is actually a masterful example of what it means to combine R&B and Pop in a catchy and super-compelling way.

The album features 11 tracks, including the introduction, “The Story Of Sex In Alief,” which is an amazing spoken word segment that enhances the storytelling component of this release, as well as showcasing Poplockp’s incredibly skilled word-smithing. The second song is titled “Kirkwood,” and it offers a truly unique insight into Poplockp’s ability to layer vocals and create amazing layers. The instrumentation is understated and gentle, while the vocals build a mesmerizing wall of sound. “Mine” has a different vibe. This is a more modern track where synthesizers are more prominent, and the drum beat has a punchy vibe that drives the song. The fourth number, “The Downs,” is a collaboration with CEO Chase, which adds even more variety to the setlist. This is one of the album’s catchiest and most memorable songs, but the best is yet to come! There is room for another spoken word segment, “RetroPOP Speaks: The Love We’ve Become,” before diving into another song, “The Morning After (Denise’s Peace). This is perhaps one of the most emotional tracks on the album, which matches the concept of the next track, “Denise (Anxiety),” reinforcing the idea that all the songs on the album are connected. The song has a very magnetic energy to it, highlighting the artist’s captivating personality and unique charm.

The track “Blessing” is another notable highlight of this release. The song begins with some soothing ambient sounds and dreamy melodies, swirling and moving in the background. Soon after, the vocals kick in, making for a very melodic and vibrant style. The verses are among the best on the entire album, and the song reaches its apex during the choruses, which are incredibly easy to sing along with. The track “RetroPOP Outro” is another spoken word segment that marks the ending of the album and the final chapter in the exciting musical narrative that Poplockp has so expertly concocted. Still, this is not the end, folks! The artists packed some special goodies for the fans at the end of this release. The 10th song on "Sex In Alief: Narrated By RetroPOP" is indeed a “chopped” version of the track “Denise (Anixety),” which is a really cool rendition of this tune. There is also room for an alternate version of the song “The Downs,” dubbed “The My Brother And Me Mix.” The track showcases a beautiful and immersive sound, which feels multi-dimensional and never falls flat

Ultimately, "Sex In Alief: Narrated By RetroPOP" is a piece of music that brings some real innovation to the world of R&B. There aren’t many artists out there who are able and willing to experiment with their sound and vision so consistently. However, Poplockp definitely belongs to that rare category. As a result, he managed to craft something truly excellent, which stands in a league of its own.

This release comes highly recommended to fans of artists as diverse as The Weeknd, Miguel, Prince, Frank Ocean, Dead Rituals, Michael Jackson, and more. What makes Poplockp’s music so special and intuitive is how the artist doesn’t necessarily stick to a given formula. Instead, he is all about keeping a very open creative mindset in order to set the bar higher.

Find out more about Poplockp, and listen to "Sex In Alief: Narrated By RetroPOP," which is now available on some of the best digital streaming services. Connect with the artist on streaming services and social media platforms from the URL links listed below:

Youtube: https://youtube.com/@stiffsoulentertainment8371

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itspoplock/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y%3D

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/11eD6KhXcpLuhvme1aLN17

Twitter: @itspoplock

LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/itspoplock

We also had the chance to ask the artist a few questions: keep reading to learn more!

I love how you manage to render your tracks so personal and organic. Does the melody come first, or do you focus on the beat the most?

Answer:

The Melody definitely comes first. Most artists nowadays don’t have the notion of creating a song without a beat. That’s typically how I write music but if there is a beat available, I will write to it if it compels me. Cadences are my primary go to when creating records.

Do you perform live? If so, do you feel more comfortable on a stage or within the walls of the recording studio?

Answer:

Both. I love performing. Performing in front of crowds and actually giving them a great show is a rarity in this day and age. It’s how I build my fan base; because of that reason alone is why I have a schedule of 3-4 shows a week. It’s one thing for the consumer to listen to music, it is another thing for them to see them live performing the songs they sing in their home. In the studio, I immerse myself in the music that I make so I connect to it more and become more vulnerable. 

If you could only pick one song to make a “first impression” on a new listener, which song would you pick and why?

Answer: I would have to Choose “The Downs”. It’s a record that me and CEO Chase crafted to give any first time listeners of my music a chance to know and say the words. My ideology is if they enjoy the simplicity of that record, they would go and listen to other songs on the album and hopefully they will be able to  connect to at least one. 

What does it take to be “innovative” in music? 

Answer: I believe innovation starts with being yourself and understanding the wheel has already been made. What can you do as an artist to captivate a crowd of people and remain within your being. For me, it would be having the best shows that I possibly can while making music that speaks to every demographic.

Any upcoming release or tour your way?

Answer: This upcoming yeah I will release an alternative rock album as well as a rock album. There will also be a R&B album that I’m currently working on with Texas Legend Mike Reeves. There is a tour in the the works, but if anybody wants to see me perform until the tour starts they can contact me via Instagram (@itspoplock) to see what shows I have coming up for the coming week 

Anywhere online where curious fans can listen to your music and find out more about you?

Answer: 

Youtube: https://youtube.com/@stiffsoulentertainment8371Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itspoplock/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y%3D

[baiheyurisolidarity]

I won't get too deep into it because my brain doesn't feel good from breathing in too much fumes or whatever, but the reason I believe that there's very little evidence that Matou Sakura is bisexual when solely going off of Fate Stay Night is because of the factor that sexual violence is very much a type of violence rather than or far more so than a type of sex or sexuality. The only real evidence people point to in the visual novel is when she sexually violates her older sister Tohsaka Rin in a bad ending. The fact that it's a bad ending doesn't make the evidence any less valid than say if it were to be from or required for her true ending, but when she says that she's aroused by what's going on, it seems much more like she's aroused by the vengeance and harm that she's inflicting on Tohsaka Rin rather than anything related to Tohsaka Rin beyond her being an object for her vengeance, let alone her gender. It's incestuous sexual violence, not incestuous sex for the sake of getting off to or being aroused by the person themself so to speak. If she were coded throughout the story as a lesbian and raped a theoretical different brother from Matou Shinji instead in a similar vein, I don't that'd be good evidence she's bisexual either. She's very much aroused by being able to inflict the pain that she's dealt with for so long against someone she sees as dealing with nothing and being perfect and taking everything away from her, but it's very much her being aroused by the idea and act of that and not the person or human being she is attacking. Nothing else really holds up for her in Fate Stay Night nor Fate Hollow Ataraxia as far as her potential of being bisexual either. She literally never looks at Rider sexually outside of like a dream sequence in the latter visual novel from what I remember, Rider's dream mind you, and she never once looks at Saber, Tohsaka Rin, Fujimura Taiga, or any other girl erotically either. Hell you could joke that Heaven's Feel is Rider having to court Emiya Shirou into being a good man for Matou Sakura because she can't be that for her as again Matou Sakura literally never looks at her that way even once despite being her prince charming in action way more than anyone else ever is. Woman loving woman having to teach the dickass guy the straight girl she loves is into not to suck type beat lol. Anyways if you want an actual incestous bisexual character with similar vibes that people like to imagine Matou Sakura has, Tohno Akiha is right there.

An interpretation of Matou Sakura being heterosexual isn't all that jarring really and could reasonably make sense though I don't feel like explaining why at the moment. It's not a long explanation or anything, it's just more so that the one piece of evidence to the contrary is a bit flimsy when one thinks about it consistently with an understanding of how sexual abuse functions.

[beanswrites]

"Encanto" is one of the best Disney movies ever, and here's why

1. Representation of mental health in a children's movie

This movie so brilliantly showed mental health issues in many of it's characters. Mirabel thinks that she isn't good enough because of Abuela, which is a good sign of Avoidant Personality Disorder. Luisa obviously has crippling anxiety from the weight that's been put on her shoulders, and Bruno is showing hints of depression and anxiety as well.

As the oldest sibling of my family who had severe anxiety all my life, never have I ever related to Disney songs as much as "Surface Pressure" and "Waiting On A Miracle". I think it's beautiful how Disney made not one but two songs about mental illness, and dealing with it. It teaches kids to not hide their feelings!

2. Showing diversity by having a Colombian family as the main characters

This movie is one of the rare ones which don't have a white protagonist. I noticed that in the last few years Disney started showing more and more diversity with non-white female leads (Tiana, Moana, Raya, and now Mirabel), and I especially love how it's a family! A great detail that needs to be recognized is that even tho they do look alike (because they are a family), none of the characters look the same. I feel like in the older movies, even when there was some diversity, all people of color would look the same. It shows how much Disney has improved!

It also shows toxic family relations in Latina families, like how Abuela favorited others over Mirabel, especially because Mirabel is a middle child. This movie is on all levels so realistic. Besides the magic.

3. Having a strong female lead with realist proportions and an actual personality

Since the beginning of 2000 up until now, Disney and Pixar have been doing a great job at making characters with realistic, complex personalities, and it really shows. They really went from having white princesses being saved by a prince charming to strong, diverse women who have enthusiasm and take charge by themselves. Don't get me wrong, I still love the older white princesses, but I'm glad that nowadays every little girl can look at the screen and see a princess that looks like them! Disney still has a long way ahead of them when it comes to diversity (would it KILL you to make an LGBTQIA+ character?? Or a Muslim character??), but we gotta appreciate how far they came!

I also loved this movie for it's lack of small waists, for it's realistically sized noses and actual hips on characters. Feels good to have realistically proportionate people in cartoons, it reminds kids that all shapes and sizes are gorgeous!

4. Awesome plot and great animation

The plot and even the idea of "Encanto" is really interesting, and it isn't one of the classical, overused tropes. The story is very original, and it isn't the classical family cliché.

I loved the animation, it's really raw and full of emotion. There were some scenes I didn't believe were actually animated because of how good they are, like Abuela crying.

5. Having an amazing soundtrack written by the legend Lin-Manuel Miranda himself

Name one bad song from this soundtrack. I'll wait.

From the beat to the lyrics and even the placement of the songs in the right moment, everything about this soundtrack is awesome! The tunes are so catchy (everybody has "We Don't Talk About Bruno" stuck in their heads) that it still reminds you that it's a Disney movie, but the lyrics are so deep and meaningful and clever and touching. The way Dolores smugly hid the fact that she can actually hear Bruno thru the walls in "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and then asked Mirabel "Do you understand?" was brilliant.

Also, "Dos Origuitas" is 2021's version of "Remember Me" from Coco. It has the same sad but also beautiful vibe.

Bonus:

Pepa and Felix being the best married couple ever

I- They are seriously the cutest. Pepa is so interesting and weird, and Felix is such an awesome, supportive husband that it's practically impossible to not love them. Felix is the type of a guy that would cause an unexpected rain all over the Encanto just and only because he tickled Pepa so hard that she started crying (brb gonna go write a fanfic like this). They are awesome partners, and even more amazing parents.

If you say that you don't simp (or at least love them) for Dolores or Camilo (or in my case both), you are lying. I don't make the rules.

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All in all, Encanto is an awesome movie, in all aspects. I can just tell that one day, in like 30 years, kids are gonna be watching and loving this movie like we love "Beauty And The Beast" today. This one is gonna be one of the classics.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Filthy Fucking Pet

A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which Jax Teller owns and abuses you like an actual animal… this shit is mad intense lol and Jax is an absolute alpha male asshole. **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Jax, extreme degradation/dehumanization (master/pet kink, sweat kink, foot worship, ass worship, Jax humiliates you to the max, realistically this is not at all a healthy relationship) Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)

Word Count: ~2.6k

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

Seriously, this shit is super savage and sick and twisted. You’re basically Jax Teller’s personal house pet. In addition to kinky stuff like rimming and the general vibe of extreme submission, this is also the first fic I’ve posted on tumblr that features foot worshiping (I swear I have no interest in feet irl really – as with pretty much all of the kinks in my kinkiest fics honestly, it’s just a theoretical fantasy that I have only for Charlie, and only in theory… since theoretically I have no limits with my sex god king…)

Anywhore, enough ado about nothing! 🙃 All of the kinks in this fic are mentioned in the above warnings, so please just be mindful of them before you jump in…

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You used to be human. But now... it feels as if you've never been.

From the day you and Jackson first met, way back when, you had fallen in love with the crown prince. Fallen to your knees to serve him as his bitch and that's all you have been ever since. Pleasing him is your business. You're his little whore, and his personal pet: nothing more, nothing less. 

Anything but human honestly. You're whatever Jax Teller wants you to be. His kinky sex kitten, his filthy fuckpig, or his damn dirty dog on a leash. It's the best. You don't speak, you don't eat—not human food, at least—you just serve at his feet. This is your whole existence. And God, you feel so fucking blessed.

You spend all your days in his house, day in and day out. The castle of the king of Charming. It's such a gift just to live under the same roof as him. Whenever he's not home, you miss him so badly it hurts. But you keep yourself busy by doing the housework. Constantly crawling on all fours, you use your grubby paws to scrub the floor, and sweep the dust off of his furniture. 

Then once you're done with all your chores, you kneel down by the front door, and wait desperately for your master. Just counting the seconds until he returns.

Every time that it happens, the moment you hear the smooth roar of the engine as his bike gets in... then his powerful footsteps approaching the entrance... your heart starts to beat harder, faster. On fire in the presence of Jax. There is always a butt plug stuck deep in your ass, with a big fluffy fake tail attached. You're otherwise naked except for your collar and tags. 

And today, as your master comes home after quite a long time far away, you are happier than you can take—your whole body quivers and quakes, and your tail starts to wag.

When Jax finally walks in, you gaze up at him with wide, worshipful eyes. He's so damn beautiful you could cry. You yelp and whimper a few times in greeting, to express how excited you are to be seeing your king. By now your human brain has certainly stopped working. Your hungry tongue hangs from your open mouth, breathing needy and loud, as subhuman growls and thick gobs of drool keep spilling out.

He smiles down at you as he enters, worn out from a long day of being Jax Teller, the baddest motherfucker ever. He must be exhausted, no doubt. 

But still his gorgeous grin is big and genuine, bright as the sun, his slicked hair such a brilliant blonde, eyes as deep and as blue as the ocean. Clearly pleased at the sight of your tail-wagging motion, a signal of your pure devotion. 

"Happy to see me?" he teases playfully, as if he has to ask. Typical Jax.

You nod gleefully in response to that. Your perfect master reaches down to pat your head, stroking your hair now as you purr for him, showing how much you adore him, as his faithful little pet. 

"That's a good slut," he coos. "Go on, you know what to do."

Lowering your face to the ground, as ever eager to go down, upon those words he speaks, you hurry to remove his shoes. Those famously white sneaks. Then tug his socks off with your teeth—damp with a long day's worth of sweat, getting you drunk on his intoxicating scent, the pure essence of Jackson—then press sloppy kisses all over his beautiful feet. Servicing him like this is everything you need.

Ugh, you've missed him so much... full of love and submission, arousal dripping from your crotch, you stuff his socks into your mouth both at once, then lift your face off of the floor and sit back on your heels in your usual kneeling position. Your paws are propped under your chin as you blink up at him. He knows just what you want.

"Look at you, cunt. You wanna play fetch?" he says, chuckling as you bob your dumb head eagerly up and down. It's so much fun when he rolls his sweaty socks into a ball and throws it all over the house, for you to chase around. Playing that game is such a privilege. "Hmm, I would... but I'm not in the mood. Master's too fucking tired. Too bad for you, bitch."

Aw. Too bad indeed. Wallowing in self-pity, you pout and hang your head in a deep bow, but you know better than to plead. He turns to walk away now, and you follow at his feet. Crawling as you are it's always hard to keep up with his speed.

He's yawning by the time you reach the master bedroom. Some nights he has more energy when he gets home. Sometimes he'd slam you up against the wall and fuck you hard in every hole, wild and savage as an animal, filling you with his thick creamy cum, so deliciously full... 

Apparently not tonight, though. You can't blame him, you know. You can't blame Jackson Teller for any damn thing, to be honest. Of course not. Because he is your fucking king. Whatever he does, he's your master, your god; everything about his whole existence is flawless.

You watch in rapture as he strips naked, carelessly flinging his kutte and the rest of his clothes to the floor, and flops facedown in bed to lay his weary head to rest. Fit for the king he is, his bed is big and plush and luxurious. At this late hour, he's too tired to even bother with a shower, you notice. Fuck yes—that's how you like it best. 

Hopefully he'll let you use your tongue to clean up all his glorious sweat. Then whenever he leaves next to take care of business, you'll still get to savor his scent in his absence, inhaling it off of the sheets and the mattress. Your thirsty mouth is watering just at the thought of it, as you scurry all over the bedroom to clean up his mess. 

Gathering up all the clothes that he scattered, you can't help but take a deep breath. Inhaling the essence of this sinfully sexy bastard. 

You indulge in a whiff, as you slobber and sniff—focusing on the pits of his shirt so damp and sweaty it's obscene, and the rich-smelling crotch of his jeans, soaking up all the musk of his cock and his balls and his ass which smells so good it hurts—and especially his underwear... before dutifully dropping them into the hamper, along with the socks that you brought from downstairs. Though you hate washing Jax's sweet scent off of anything, one of your chores, of course, is to take care of all the laundry for your master.

"Get over here, bitch. You should clean up after me faster," he scolds, dominant voice husky and low, somewhat muffled as his head is partially sunken into one of his deluxe pillows. "Did you just get distracted by sniffing my sweat? You're such a greedy, filthy fucking pet."

You instantly start whimpering in apology, overflowing with self-hatred as you hasten toward the foot of his bed. You would say sorry, in so many words, if you could, as you should. 

But you can't, given that you're not human. And your master knows that of course. All you want is to worship his body, and show him you're sorry, but you need permission before you can move from your place on the floor...

"Crawl up onto the bed," he commands, well assured you will follow his orders as fast as you can. "Go ahead, you pathetic whore. Make yourself useful and worship my back. Can't you see I'm exhausted and need to relax?"

Oh, how you love when he lets out his inner beast and treats you to the absolute most savage side of Jax.

Though you also love when he is soft, when he treats you with sweet talk and cuddles you up... this is the side of him you adore even more. His abuse is just what you live for.

"I want a full body massage," he orders, as you set to work on his muscular shoulders. "Yeah, use those paws. And that dirty mouth of yours... so dirty... mmm, that's it, lick all the sweat off my body. Desperate fucking dog."

You don't need him to tell you—that is exactly what you're dying to do—but it's so much better when he does. So damn hot. It's insane just how much you get off on his dirty talk.

And he keeps going on as you worship his perfect physique. While your hands rub and knead every inch, your mouth traces a line down the smooth divine curve of his spine, running down the black ink of the reaper design, wet lips puckering into passionate kisses all over his dewy skin, slurping up each new bead of fresh sweat as it dribbles and leaks. Every so often, his degrading words and his delicious groans of pleasure cut to cruel sadistic laughter, whenever he wants to humiliate you for being such a freak. 

That just makes you love him even more. You're his subhuman whore, reduced into a literal pig as the maddening scent and flavor of your master makes you fucking squirm, wriggling like a worm, every sound out of your throat a squeal or a squeak. His savage strength makes you so weak...

"Unghh God, you're such a fucking animal," he snarls as you salivate all over his sculpted muscles. "Get that worthless face lower down where you belong. Yeah, you know what you want. Suffocate in my asshole."

And that very instant, you do just as told. You wedge your whole damn head into the sacred space between his sweaty cheeks, diving in deep, digging for gold. It's salty and sweet and so so fucking hot. You don't even care whether you'll ever come up for air or not. He's everything you need and all you want to breathe. Your king Jax Teller is a motherfucking god...

When he growls and reaches back with both of his strong hands to push his palms against your skull and smash your face even deeper inside his crack, the pure aggression of the act gives you a goddamn heart attack. 

Before you can even recover from that, he suddenly shifts—you gasp for a split second as his magnificent body lifts.

But the next thing you know, he is squatting low over your mouth, then sitting the fuck down till your tongue is lodged deep in his tight sweaty hole and his big heavy balls are completely smothering your snout. 

Jax throws his head back with a guttural groan as he starts to grind, taking your mouth for a ride. You could die just from that fucking sound, from the taste, from the feel of his full body weight as he shudders and sighs, dominating your face. Degrading you just right. You could do this all night. Then he looks back down, bright blue gaze locking with your eyes, open wide, sex-crazed and lost in a mad loving daze.

Is this fucking real? Even as it happens, you honestly can't fathom how good it feels...

And there's no way that you wouldn't notice, in this position of pure bliss, your master's fucking enormous cock. While you drown in his ass, savoring your sweet feast, that massive piece of meat is throbbing right above you like a beast, hard as a rock. 

"Fuuuck, that's it—eat my ass, you good-for-nothing pig..." Jax explosively grunts as his hot sphincter squeezes and strangles your tongue. "Look what you're doing to my dick. You're gonna make me fucking cum. That what you want?"

Ohhh Godddd...

He goes on before you can respond. "Well, that's just what you're gonna get. Ughh—such a good little pet..." he praises as he begins pumping himself, the pink tip of his dick giving off the rich scent of his juices, each sweet drop that glistens, all glossy and wet. Some of his precum drips to your forehead.

But that's not where his full load is going to land. No, that's all gonna go down your dirty whore throat. Jax then clutches the top of your head with one hand, fingers rooting hard into your scalp, making you gulp and gasp, as you suck on his ass, while his other fist jacks off his perfect dick, faster and harder with each fucking stroke. He's so hot it's a joke.

"Shit—gonna cum—take it, bitch... take it all till you choke..." he moans, pulling his ass swiftly off of your slobbering lips and then pressing the tip of his cock onto your twitching tongue. Blessing you with a huge load of sweet white hot cum. By this point you're struck dumb.

You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as you savor his flavor and swallow him whole. You are so goddamn grateful. Jackson Teller is feeding your body, your heart and your soul. 

You're reminded right now of what you've always known: that you are his to own. He is more than human, so much more, all that you live for... and you are so much less and always have been. Falling in these roles just feels so fucking natural. He is a fucking god—everything you are not—and you're a fucking animal.

Once he is done using you as his subhuman cum dump, your master is gracious enough to let you clean him up. You wrap your lips around his flawless cock to lick and suck off every drop. Pressing French kisses all across his freshly drained balls and his perfect pink asshole. Hoping that your beloved master knows he's your entire world.

"Good girl," Jax sighs, as your face nestles in the space between his strong powerful thighs. "Bet you wish you could sleep with me here in this bed. But that would be wrong. Don't you know where you belong, you filthy little pet?"

Ah, yes—you could never forget. With a whimper of submissive bliss, you give your master one last kiss, right on the tip of his delicious dick. Admiring how even right after he came it’s still so stiff and throbbing and thick.

And then you climb off of his mattress and crawl into your tiny pet bed, set right by his nightstand. The spot where you're so blessed to sleep beside this divine god of a man. You curl yourself up nice and small, into a little ball, so you can fit. And all the while you're still squealing like a pig. You just can't help it.

The king of Charming huffs out one of his majestic snickers at the sound of you grunting and groveling, so low-down and pathetic. "Goodnight, pig."

Your heart flutters—so grateful and glad that he calls you that, just what you are to him, always will be... so fucking filthy... you know that he is pleased, and his pleasure is all that matters.

You already can't wait till the morning when he'll let you drink from his dick, hopefully. But till then you'll just sleep, knowing that all your dreams will be sweet, for you dream of one thing only: pleasing your master.

And you're living that dream, as unreal as it seems. Your real life is as good as it gets.

You'll go on forever loving every minute of living with Jax Teller—living for Jax Teller, now and forever—as his filthy fucking pet.

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… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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[anciientblooded]

andy    biersack    ,    he    and    him    ,   male    .    elek    “syd”    kovacs    crossed    the    city    limits    into    saints    :        you    know    ,    the    one    thousand    year    old    (     thirty    )    original    vampire    ,    who    is    told    they    give    off    raise hell    by    dorothy    vibes    .    they've    been    here    for    three months    ,    gracing    the    city    with    their    sadistic    but    preceptive    attitude    .

Full name: Syd Whitechapel

Birthname: Elek Kovacs

Other names: Sydious, The Prince of Chaos, Einár the Bloodthirsty, Lek (family only)

Birthday: December 21st

Species: Original Vampire

Age: 30/1,000+

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Unemployed, investor on the side

Language: Old Hungarian, Old Norse, Anglo-Saxon, English, and many others

Traits: Moody, obsessive, violent, selfish, possessive, jealous, arrogant, intelligent, charming, dauntless, observant, adventurous, curious, and perceptive

Tw: mentions of child abuse, animal abuse, and murder.

- His childhood was normal like any other at first. Syd was given the love every child needed from their parents and was once close to all his siblings. He was a sweet boy who loved to laugh and was friendly to everyone who he met. However, this changed when eight-year-old Syd fell from a tree he had climbed for fun, landing on his head and causing brain damage. He slipped into a coma for a few days before Syd finally awoke, but the boy everyone knew had died the moment he fell from the tree. His change in personality became more apparent to those around him, including his father. The man had thought he had begun his rebellious phase early so he spent the next several years attempting to beat it out of Syd.

- As the abuse continued, Syd turned to the goddess Tasyn for support and prayed for her to put an end to his father’s beatings but they were never answered. So like any child that learned by example, he turned his anger and frustration on the small animals in their village, torturing and killing them until it calmed the storm within him. It became his only outlet after every beating he received from his father but it only made the older man hit him harder when he eventually caught Syd in the act.

- Syd’s relationship with his entire family started to fade once he entered adolescence. His hatred towards his father led him to bond with a man in their village who took Syd under his wing for all the wrong reasons. It was this man that accepted who he was completely and loved all the behaviors that his father despised. He encouraged Syd’s violent nature, nurtured his sadistic streak, and even taught him the art of homicide. This man was the one Syd believed molded him into the man he is today, the man who he considers to be his real father.

- True freedom came to him the night Tasyn cursed his family. They were supposed to be monsters that would forever roam the earth feeding on others, but Syd saw no such thing. A never-ending life that made him stronger than any other man wasn’t a curse to him but a blessing. He gladly said his goodbyes to the sun, beginning his new life with the murder of his wife. Syd had been forced to marry her despite his disinterest in her and was relieved to finally be free of her, leaving their children in the hands of others. From then on, Syd fully embraced his new abilities and used them to take what he wanted without consequences.

- A few months after the change, Syd disappeared into the night without a goodbye when he finally grew sick of his family. With nothing holding him back, he spent his time traveling and causing havoc wherever his feet landed. It wasn’t until he settled with the Norsemen that he found a place he truly belonged. There was where he would reinvent himself for the first time, shedding his birthname of Elek to Einár before he’d one day become Einár the Bloodthirsty for his love of battle. He remarried for love this time, living with his shieldmaiden wife and growing his wealth through the slave trade until the Viking Age came to an end.

- He returned to traveling once again for the next several centuries, reinventing himself with each one that passed. He lived many lives that took him from the royal courts of Russia all the way to the dark alleys of Whitechapel, England before he found himself in Saints again. Syd had visited many times over the years but hadn’t returned since the 1970s. Now known as Syd Whitechapel (an homage to Sex Pistol’s Sid Vicious and his time in Whitechapel all those years ago), he’s been living in town for the last three months with barely an interest in reuniting with his family.

Personality

He’s a narcissistic sociopath but is unaware of it as he’s never been officially diagnosed. Being raised in an abusive household only exacerbated this and turned Syd into someone who is not only reckless and destructive but manipulative too with no empathy for others. He’s also got a knack for causing chaos and messing with people for fun or simply out of boredom. To make things worse, Syd knows he’s good-looking and uses that as well as his charm to get what he wants from people. However, he can hide all of this whenever he wants to if it’s required to fulfill his own selfish interests.

Wanted Connections

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: sorry this chapter is so shitty

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

⚠️: smut included in this chapter

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Chapter Fourteen

“How much money did you give to Kita?” You asked, he looked at you for a brief moment before looking back at the road. “Enough for the food he gave us. Kita works hard to harvest and plant rice. He deserves to get paid at least something.” He replied and you slowly nodded your head in understanding. Chewy’s head popped up between you two and you rubbed under his chin with your free hand. Chewy’s tail wagged and he turned back around to join the kids.

The rest of the week was slightly better, Karin was still hesitant around you but you tried acting civilized the best you could. There was no more comments and she was grateful you changed the oil of her car and fixed her brakes. She also smacked Rin for being useless and not knowing how to do that but you waved it off and said that your older cousin showed you how to do it since you were alone at the time.

Now your little trip has ended and you have a a few more hours to go. You’ve allowed the kids to pick their songs during the journey but you desperately wanted to vibe with blink-182 and other classics. After a pit stop for a potty break for chewy and the kids you began your journey again. Once the beginning of I Miss You came on your kids whined, “But we wanted the moana soundtrack.” Akira whined. “You’ve chosen long enough, let us pick a few songs and then you can pick again.” You turned and they nodded with a small pout.

“Hello there the angel from my nightmare—“ you started off and Rin smiled softly. You’ve sang this song many times before when you both would go on dates, but your voice was always light so he could barely hear. But now you were more confident in your voice that you didn’t have a need to sing lightly. That’s another he loves about the new you. “I miss you, I miss you—sing Rin. This was one of your favorite songs!” You encouraged.

“I’m not gonna sing.” He immediately shook his head, “Come on don’t be a party pooper.” You shook his shoulder and asked again. “No I’m not gonna sing with yo—where are you, and I’m so sorry—“ he began to sing and you giggled.

“DONT WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME YOURE ALREADY THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD!” You and Rintarou belted out and Rini was bopping his head. Chewy was napping and Akira sighed and patted her tiny hands on her thighs to the beat. She didn’t wanna give in and vibe with the rest of the family.

Rini smiled softly as the next classic rock song came on and you and Rin bopped your heads to the beat. He was glad to know that Rin likes listening to old rock songs like how you do. This was exactly what he wanted.

Everything was going to plan.

“Home sweet home!” Rin took a dramatic deep breath as Chewy began sniffing everything. You immediately began taking out the clothes from the luggage to wash the dirty ones. Rin made his way to his designated room and remembered that you offered up your old bedroom and used your office as your new bedroom. He objected and agreed to sleep on the couch and he even offered to share the bedroom (cheeky little shit) but you declined. When he made it to the room, the sheets were unmade and your clothes were tossed lazily in the hamper.

“Hey yn—“ he called, “Yeah?!” You replied from the living room, “We’re you using my room?” He asked and you wanted to slap yourself. You immediately stood up and made your way down the hall and almost slipped. “Yeah I’m sorry, I was just so tired so I just layed here since this bed is more comfortable then the couch and I was too lazy to pull out my couch bed—“ you began to ramble but was interrupted “yn, calm down it’s fine. I was just curious.” Rin chuckled and flicked your forehead. You rubbed your forehead with a small pout. “Out of curiosity what cologne do you use?” You asked and he turned with a smirk, “Why? Do you like the way I smell?” He asked and you squinted your eyes. “Obviously I like the smell of the cologne or else I wouldn’t be asking. The scent of the cologne lingered onto your pillows so I was able to sleep more at ease—” You bit back but stopped when you admitted your secret.

“Why didn’t you just say so? Ya know if we share a bed you can smell me all the time.” He said smoothly and you facepalmed, “Now you make it sound like I have a smell kink. I’m fine I just liked the cologne.” You said and turned around to continue washing the clothes. Rin frowned as he saw you leave, “Seriously Rin? You can smell me all the time? Your flirt game is way better then that.” Rin immediately scolded himself. After five years of not flirting with anyone, he’s lost his touch.

You made sure the uniforms for the kids were cleaned and you began making preparations for dinner. You were tired of all the traveling and you just wanted to rest, but mom duties never stop. “Hey don’t worry about dinner, I ordered takeout.” Rin leaned against the door frame. “You did?” You asked and he nodded. “From where?”

“Osamu’s.” “I knew it.” You chuckled and stretched your arms over your head. “Yeah, we definitely need to see a chiropractor.” You mumbled. “Next Tuesday when the kids are in school?” He asked, “Is this a weird way of asking me out on a date?”

“If I said date you’d say no, but it’s a...a parent hangout..day..?” He tilted his head and you patted his back. “Okay. We can go.” You nodded and he smiled. Little by little you’ll start to open up again.

Rin did a peace sign and the kids followed suit while they were in the bus. Suna nudged you and you rolled your eyes and did a peace sign too as you saw the bus drive away. You and Rin both returned home after seeing them off and you both lazily sat on the couch. “Just an FYI, I’m finally going to start training with the team. Games will be coming up soon.” Rin said and you nodded. “What division?” You asked, “Division one.”

Your eyebrows widened and you smiled, “Wow look at you rockstar, you always used to slack off and now you’re in a division one team?” You said with a light punch and he smiled. “Yeah I took it more seriously my third year and I was scouted. Before I transferred I was in division one as well.” He explained. “Oh okay. That’s sick. Which team?” You asked, “EJP.” He replied and your mouth opened with a gasp. “With Komori Motoya? He’s one of my all time favorite players!” You exclaimed and his eyes squinted. Is motoya a threat?

“Don’t even give that look, I only appreciate him as a player. Even in highschool, I wished I could have saw him in person during nationals.” You admitted. “Whatever.” He sighed and layed back with his eyes closed. “I can’t get my hopes up that we’ll ever be together. I just hope you tell me soon because I don’t wanna hold on to us if you don’t even want me.” He mumbled. You frowned slightly, yeah you kinda seem like you’re leading him on. “It’s not that I don’t ever want us to be together. I mean I’ve been waiting this whole time. Deep inside I still love you after everything that happened but I’m scared Rin.” Your voice cracked and he immediately sat up and opened his eyes to see your figure. You were hugging your knees and your eyes were watery.

He scooted a bit closer, “What are you so afraid of?” He asked as he put some hair behind your ear. “I’m scared that the past will happen again. We’ll get into a fight and I leave, I don’t want the kids to go through that. They deserve loving parents and I like this system we have, we’re friends and cool co parents. If we add romance it’ll probably ruin everything.” You began to cry, Rin stayed quiet for a bit as you let it out. “But how will we know if we don’t try? I obviously love you—“ “And I obviously love you too but—“

You were silenced when you felt warm and slightly chapped lips against your own, just like back then. Your arms reached for his face and you deepened the kiss purely on emotion. Tears still streamed down your face and you missed this, you truly did. He may have seemed so bored and deadpanned back then but in privacy and in each others company he was a perfect Prince Charming, so gentle and soft when needed. His right hand was holding the back of your head and he felt your soft hair tangle between his calloused fingers.

He missed this just as much or if not even more. Eventually you both pulled away to breath but you initiated the next kiss, and the next one and next one. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed another person let alone made out, same with Rin. He’s just as touch starved. Your cardigan slid off your shoulders and soon enough Rin’s shirt disappeared but you stopped. You rubbed your eyes slightly and looked into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to try again?” You asked and he nodded. “Of course I do.” He said as he hand rested on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and he smiled softly. “You?” He asked, you bit your bottom lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

He pulled you to him, you sat on his thighs and your arms rested on his shoulders, his lips moved to your jaw down your neck to your collarbone. His large hands reached to your waist and under your shirt but you grabbed his hands and he stopped before he could even ask for permission. “Is something wrong?” He asked, “I’m just a bit insecure..I’m not that skinny girl from back then, I have stretch marks and my boobs are a bit saggy, I have a bit of fat and I don’t want you to be disgusted.” You said lowly. “Why are you ashamed? It’s normal. Don’t you see this?” He asked and pointed to his upper arm near his arm pit. “I get stretch marks too. You’re not the only one. And who cares if you gained a little bit fat? You’re still beautiful. Your boobs are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. I didn’t fall for you because you were hot or athletic or anything. I began falling for you because of who you are. Not because of your appearance. Also you’re still fucking hot, my own little milf.” He smirked and kissed your lips once more. “I hate you.” You mumbled against his lips.

“You won’t hate me after this.” He replied back and grinded you over his crotch, you moaned and he sighed. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his abs and you felt all his muscle. Compared to back then he was more of a noodle but now he’s really buff.

You slid your hand down past the waist band of his gym shorts, following his happy trail. It didn’t take long for you to find his cock and Rin leaned back with his eyes closed. “You certainly feel bigger, then the last time I remembered.” You said out loud and he released a small chuckle. You finally looked down and yeah, you could definitely tell the difference. His swollen red tip was already releasing precum and your thumb grazed over, earning a whimper from Rintarou. “Someone seems a little sensitive..” you hummed. “S-shut up.” He moaned as you pumped his cock. You looked up to see his face and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Wow what a switch from back then. Remember when I was a poor little virgin and so inexperienced? You took control and look at us now. You’re so sensitive when I’ve barley done anything.” You told him. “I haven’t had sex in five years.” He defended and finally opened his eyes, his brows were scrunched and you tilted your head to the side. “I haven’t had sex either but I’ve had my fair share of mommy time when I release my stress with the help of toys.” You replied and his hips arched slightly.

He could feel himself getting close with the thought of you touching yourself and saving yourself for him and only him. Nobody else has ever touched you. You’re perfect. “S-stop I’m close.” He warned but you continued and pressed your lips behind his ear. His grip tightened on your waist and he quickly pulled your hand away. Before you knew it you fell on the floor with Rin towering over you. Your hands were trapped over your head and you pouted. “No fun, you never let me be on top.” “I suggest you shut your mouth and let me fuck you stupid.” Your eyes widened at his choice of words and his hand slowly made their way under your camisole. He pulled the shirt up and saw your delicious breasts trapped inside your bra cups. Your face flushed as you saw his eyes darken. “R-Rin..” you mumbled and he looked up. “Take off my shirt.” He obeyed and pulled you up, the camisole came off with one swift motion and he pulled you close to unclip your bra. His lips kissed your shoulder, down your collarbone and between your breasts. “Lay down.” So you did. He pulled your tights off along with your underwear and finally you were completely bare beneath him in the middle of the living room. At least Chewy was outside. “Protection?” Rin asks as he slides off his shorts. “Birth control.” You replied and he breathed a sigh a relief. “Okay cool I don’t have condoms.” He said and you chuckled. Rin slowly opened your legs and drooled at the sight of you. “So fucking pretty I swear. How do you do it? You popped out two kids and you still take my breath away.” He said and kissed you before you could answer or process what he said.

His tip slowly moved up and down your slit, you weren’t wet enough and he’d rather die then hurt you so he slowly inserted two fingers causing you to gasp against his lips. His thumb rubbed your clit while his large and very long fingers pistoned in and out of your wet cunt. The pleasure you felt and loved he poured in made your eyes watery. You just love Rintarou so much. “Don’t cry love, am I hurting you?” He slowly stopped. “N-no, I just love you so much. Fuck I love you with my whole heart.” You said and he chuckled and increased his pace with his fingers, he saw your eyes clench and how your covered your mouth. He immediately pulled your hand away and you couldn’t help but cum when he told you to cum. “I love you so much that porn doesn’t work for me anymore. I always imagined you in order to get off.” He replied. “Always thinking with your cock.” “You love this cock.” “Hmm those toys I have are pretty nic—fuck .”

He bottomed out without going in slowly causing you to grip his upper arms. “Jerk—just cause you’re salty doesn’t give you a reason to treat me like a rag doll.” You looked down between your bodies where you both connected. “But you’ve been teasing me and need a punishment. Handle it like a good girl yeah?” He asked as he pulled out and slammed back in earning a loud moan from you. In all honesty he felt better then any toy you’ve used. People say missionary is overrated but they’re probably not doing it right. He left bruises down your neck and with each thrust his grip tightened on your waist. The rug beneath was hurting your back and you managed to flip Rin over, leaving him speechless. You slowly sat on his cock and he stayed silent watching you on top. You raised your hips and went back down, you leaned your head back as you slowly found a rythem and began bouncing on Rin’s cock.

Rin loved the view of you holding your breasts and squeezing them together while you bounced. Your little moans and whimpers will always be his favorite sound and it didn’t take long for him to grip your upper thighs and thrust himself up leaving you speechless (literally). Soon enough you both came and chewy was crying and scratching the outside of the sliding door so he can come inside. Rin held your limp body in his arms and helped you in the tub. Warm water surrounded you and Rin left to do something and after a good five minutes he came back. He slid in the tub behind you and immediately wrapped his arms around you. “I’m happy I can do this with you.” He spoke softly, “Me too...I’m sure the kids will be happy.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder and looked up. “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious what they were doing.” Rin said and you both chuckled. “They’re our little matchmakers.” You hummed and Rin nodded. You both heard Chewy barking and assumed it was just the mailman outside but all of a sudden the door of the bathroom flung open and there Hana and Jamie were looking at you both with such shocked expressions. You eyes widened when they gasped and Rin covered yourself with his arms. “I-I can explain—“ “FINALLY!” Jamie yelled but Hana rubbed her temples. “Is this just casual or a serious thing?” She asked, “Serious thing.” Rin spoke up and she nodded. “Um....I’ll go make some snacks since the kids should be coming home soon and we need to talk.” Hana said awkwardly and reached to close the door. You could both hear Jamie rant about how happy she was that you both were together. “Well that was awkward..” Rin said and you laughed, “Yeah they’re like that..” you said as you both began to properly wash yourselves. When both you and Rin changed and did an awkward walk of shame to the living room. The couple was waiting for you. You both sat on the couch and waited for what Jamie was about to say. Chewy jumped on the couch and rested his head on your thighs, “First off, I apologize for the intrusion. You weren’t answering your calls or texts so we immediately got worried and came over. And second, Rintarou if you break her heart I will break your face. Try to hurt her and I’ll get the best lawyers of Japan to go against you, okay?” She said. Rin gulped and nodded, “Yeah I get that..” he spoke up, “And third, I’m going to the US for about a month.” Hana said and you tilted your head confused, “But Jamie’s due date is soon.. you won’t be here when she goes into labor.” You said, “I know but...my next client is picky and important. I wanted to stay but even Jamie is pushing me to go.” “I just want an autograph. Our baby can wait till you come back.” Jamie said and you tried not to laugh. It was an obvious Jamie thing to say. “That being said, I don’t want her being left alone. We have midwives but they can’t be with her 24/7.” She said. “She’s more then welcomed to stay here, I’ll help her with whatever I can.” You said and then turned, “Sorry I forget it’s not just my home anymore. What do you think Rin?”

“It shouldn’t even be a question. I’m sure this is a scary thing and I’ll help too. Plus it’ll be good practice for when yn gets pregnant .” Rin sighed and wrapped his arm over your shoulder but you elbowed his stomach. He winced and the girls couldn’t help but laugh. “So it’s settled?” Hana asked, “Of course!” You smiled.

“I leave tomorrow.”

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