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[sleekervae]

Biter | Remington x Vera

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A/N: Hi babes, I got around to making work out of this submission. Hope you all like it, I really do ☺️

Warnings: strong language, heavy smut, teeny tiny angst if you squint, Vera's a brat and Remington's a brat tamer

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Vera cocked her head, as if that attempt would let her see out and around the popped hood of the car. Behind it was Remington, checking the engine, even though she was certain he wasn't able to fix what was wrong as much as she could tell what was wrong. She fanned her face with her hand, the air heavy and wet from the passing rain storm.

Heavy clouds blotted out the rising moon, casting bleary dark shadows across the expansive desert landscape.

As mush as Vera wanted to blame Remington for all of this, she knew it wasn't entirely his fault...

It wasn't though Vera didn't know what she signed up for. Remington was charismatic, a natural flirt, he came by it honestly. She'd made jokes about it to her friends. Though at the same time, she made comments because she knew Remington was a decent man. He wouldn't intentionally hurt her and despite the rumour on the street, he wasn't a womanizer.

But flirting? Absolutely within his wheelhouse, as easy as breathing, practically automatic when he was in a crowd. It was an innate power he'd learned to use if needed, he had put it to use when they first met after all.

She didn't peg Remington to be manipulative, but rather, so genuinely captivating that it knocked people's defences right down. And because it came so naturally to him, it flew over his head whenever it was thrown right back at him.

It had taken Vera a long time to realize that her friend, Daniella, was not as genuine as she put made out to be -- especially when she spent half of this party flirting with Vera's boyfriend. What aggravated Vera more was that Remington completely ignored it -- either he didn't realize it or it didn't bother him enough to say anything.

Deep down, she knew he probably didn't think much of it; it didn't merit causing a scene when it meant nothing to him, he was with Vera after all. But that wasn't how it felt and she couldn't stand the look on Daniella's face, that it seemed like she was getting away with murder. Like she actually had a shot with Vera's boyfriend.

Grabbing her sneakers, Vera abruptly decided she was leaving, the front door closing all the way before Remington realized she disappeared. He hopped to pull his own shoes on, haphazardly closing the door as she hit the sidewalk.

"Vera!"

She let out a huff, "Fuck it,"

Harsh? Absolutely, but she was feeling particularly vicious, deciding that the rain had let up enough that she could walk home. It was probably a twenty minute venture at most. The clouds were still hanging low int he sky, threatening to spill over without warning.

"What are you doing?"

She motioned to the sidewalk, "I'm gonna' perform a river dance," she snapped, "What does it look like? I'm going home before I say something I'll likely regret,"

She began walking, satisfied she had made her peace with the conversation... at least until they both got home. But she reckoned she ought to know better, because she knew Remington better, because she heard him running up behind her.

"C'mon, it's gonna start raining any second -- get in the car," he reached for her hand but she batted him away.

"Why don't you go see if Daniella needs a ride?" she bit back.

He rolled his eyes, "This wouldn't be a problem if you weren't making it a fucking problem," he replied.

She scoffed out with a laugh because -- seriously? She didn't bother wasting her time with a response, shaking her head as she kept walking. Though suddenly he jumped in front of her, crouching down to pick her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck!?" she struggled, "Put me down! Remington!" she hit at his back.

This was so ridiculous and if she wasn't so pissed off, this situation might actually be comical. Remington was tall, this was a piece of cake, and it's nothing he hadn't done before. He thought that this was some sort of plan -- putting her in the car like the baby she was pouting as. There had been plenty of times when he'd had her in his arms and she'd enjoyed it.

This wasn't one of them.

"Remi -- I'm fucking serious --!"

"Just get in the car and shut up. I'm not letting you walk home --"

Vera was seeing red, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she did it, dipping her head down and her teeth clamped down on his hand. Remington yelped out, instantly losing his balance and she slipped out of his grasp, falling onto the pavement. She sat up, flustered but amused knowing no one would believe her if she tried to talk about how this night was playing out.

"You fucking bit me!" he gaped, almost in disbelief, definitely angrier than before, "I can't believe you fucking bit me, are you serious!?"

Vera let out a sharp laugh, "You dropped me," she sneered, pushing her long hair out of her face, "I told you to put me down,"

"And so you bite me instead?" he asked, completely flabbergasted at her childishness.

"Fuck around and find out," she shrugged back.

They both paused when they heard another voice behind them.

"You two good?"

There was another partygoer on the steps of the house, clearing having watched their bullshit play out. Remington and Vera glanced at one another, exhaled heavily. He straighten his shoulders, still shaking out his hand and she nodded curtly to the stranger.

"Yeah," she replied as he muttered out a "Fine"

The partygoer didn't appear overly convinced, but he left them alone and started walking in the other direction.

Remington glanced back at the car, wincing as he felt a drop of water bounce off his nose. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly to regain his composure, "Why does everything have to be a battle with you?"

"Just lucky I suppose," she tossed back.

He shook his head at her, "You gonna' stand up or what?"

Vera smirked, her anger dissipating into a mischievous mood as she held out her hands, and he obliged her as he hauled her to her feet. Her nose collided with his chest and he held her tightly in his arms, fingernails pressing into her skin. The look in his eyes was stern, his brown eyes darkened almost to jet black, annoyed with her clearly but he still cared deeply for her.

"You're mine," he whispered, his words raspy, shallow, "But in that same scenario I also belong to you. Nobody else matters to me but you, V,"

She believed him, he had proven himself to her time and time again and no matter how angry she wanted to be, he could always melt her resolve.

Maybe... just maybe... she had overreacted a little, "Fine. I'm sorry I yelled at you,"

"And?"

"And what?"

"You sorry for biting me?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "Nope,"

He scoffed back, nonetheless he too started to smile. His baby was a firecracker, stubborn and hot headed and sometimes she could fly off the rails. But Vera was always going to be his baby.

"Brat," he simpered, "Would you like to go back inside? Or should we go home?"

"What's going to happen if we stay?" she pouted at him.

"I'm going to stick to you like glue, that's what," he replied proudly.

"And if we go home?"

Remington took in every detail of her, the fullness of her red lips and the slight blush on her cheeks. So soft and delicate and all his. Always his.

He brought his lips down to her hear, his words teetering on a whisper, "If we go right now, I won't prolong your punishment,"

A spark of excitement flooded through her belly, she smiled cheekily.

"Answer, V. Uses your words," Remington moved her hair behind her ear, his fingers traced along the line of her jaw, his thumb brushed at her bottom lip, "You know your punishment will only get worse,"

Not falling into her temptation was almost a crime. Especially as Vera stretched her neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

She gave him his answer as she pulled away, starting for the shotgun seat of his car.

Remington hopped in the car, turned up the heat and began to drive. Despite his promises he drove a little slower, prolonging her wait on purpose. His hand stayed on her thigh on the drive.

Vera let out a small breath, looking out the window -- she had always been fond of storm clouds. Of course, as much as the rain was necessary for the usually dry climate, the flooding was also treacherous if you weren't used to it. Nevertheless, watching rains pour out of the Nevada desert was always breathtakingly striking.

A shiver ran down her spine and Vera reached for the heat dial but Remington's hand was already moving, making sure that the vents were pointing in her direction. He was annoying, cocky, and hard headed, but he was always considerate of her.

They both jumped when they heard a sharp popping noise, followed by sputtering. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly as Remington pulled off to the side of the road just and the car slowed to a halt.

Shit.

"You okay?" Remington asked her.

"Yeah -- what happened?" he attempted to start the engine once, twice, but it had stalled. He hummed back an answer as he jumped out of the car, "Where are you going? I'll just call a tower,"

But he was a mechanic, he worked on these problems all the time, he didn't need a tow truck. The only thing was that he didn't have any tools with him to fix whatever had busted under his hood.

Vera had seen enough horror movies that started out this way -- stranded car, dead of night, nobody around... she frowned as she took a longer look out the window, assessing their surroundings as she took got out of the car.

She came around to stand beside him, staring cluelessly at the car parts, "Can you fix it?"

"Of course I can fix it," he nodded.

She stared curiously at him, "You don't have your tools, do you?"

"Nope," he slammed the car hood down, looking around their area. Home wasn't far, maybe another ten minute walk, doable, "Fuck it, we'll walk,"

They began to walk down the road, passing the odd house that would eventually lead them back to their neighbourhood. Remington winced and looked down at their joined hands, a soft laugh slipped out of Vera's lips, "Sorry, that the bad hand?"

"I can't believe you drew blood,"

"I did not," she chuckled back, "Drama queen,"

"Rriiiiigghhtt," he smirked, "I'm the drama queen,"

Her best response was to stick her tongue out at him.

The good news was it didn't take too long to get back home. The bad news was the rain had indeed returned halfway, pouring down on them like hellfire. Remington and Vera ran as fast as they could until they came up to their walk.

Remington ransacked his pockets for the keys and she shook out her damp hair, running inside and shaking the cold off as best as they could.

"I'll get the towels," she remarked, kicking off her sneakers and running for the linen closet. Having a heat system in Nevada wasn't so much of a necessity, but boy, did Remington wish they'd invested in one. But their one saving grace was a fireplace; he lit a match and stoked the wood until the embers burned and the flames flickered.

Vera returned a moment later, damp, small, clutching towels to her chest. She was adorable, so mean and vicious one moment and the next she was staring at him like a bright-eyed bunny rabbit.

"God, look at you," he murmured, taking the towels and draping one over her shoulders, "Warm enough?"

She nodded, "You?"

He hummed lightly, hands moving against her arms under the towel, "I'll warm up plenty," he watched her for a long moment, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry about before, with Daniella,"

She let out a soft noise that sounded like a strangled chuckle, "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me," a small joke, but she did hear the genuine inflection in Remington's tone.

He smiled, "Maybe," he pecked her temple and her eyes fluttered shit. Remington drew her thumb along her jawline, his other resting on her waist, "I mostly ignore her when she starts like that," which was something Vera considered, "But I didn't realize it bothered you,"

"It does bother me," she lifted her chin to look up at him. And she realized that this was a conversation she really needed to have with her friend, since she was the one who always started this mess in the first place.

Remington nodded, "Won't happen again, hand of God,"

And despite how much she wanted to pout, she couldn't quite do it standing before him, the shadows from the fire flickered on the strong lines of his face, the sharp edges. She licked her lips, glancing at his, and she kissed him.

"Should I help you warm up?"

He smirked against her mouth, his hands slipped up under her shirt.

It didn't take very long to lose their clothing, Remington picked her up again only to land on the couch, smothering her with kisses along she shoulders, her breasts, down her sternum and stomach.

She squeezed her thighs together, the simmering heat in her belly spreading thick and heavy like molasses.

"What is it with you picking me up?" she mused curiously.

Remington settled between her legs, grinning coyly, "Like you don't like it,"

The heat of his body along her inner thighs was driving Vera a little crazy and instead of dignifying that comment with a response, she leaned up to kiss him instead. She wanted to touch him, feel every ripple of his muscle shudder under touch, whining as he collected her hands together and forced her arms over her head.

Her hips thrusted against his own, struggling to get loose as he reached for his belt off the floor. She began to laugh.

"You're still gonna' punish me?" she awed, feigning a pout.

He smirked as he tied her wrists together snug, not too tight, not too loose, "You bit me. You think you get to get away with that?"

She turned her head into the cushion, blushing heavily under his sneer. She butt wiggled against the leather, her naked erection rubbing against her hip and she whined, impatient for him, excited all the same.

Remington gently pushed her thighs further apart, licking his lips at the flushed colour between her legs, his fingers slipped inside of her so easily and she squirmed on the spot.

Regardless of how many times they'd fucked, Remington always wanted to stretch her out, making her gasp out, moaning sinfully. Vera never tired of this he was so good at taking his time. He kissed her thighs, plush lips like the softest feathers against her skin, the anticipating pleasure was quickly replaced with a stinging pain as he brought his hand down on her ass. She cried out in surprise.

"Here's the rules. I'm going to play down here for a minute. One whole minute," he ran his hand over the spot he's spanked, caressing it carefully, "You have to count out loud to a minute. If you falter, or stop for whatever reason, you get one of these --" he brought his hand on her cheek again, a filthy sound echoed from the collision. Vera jolted back, not expecting that he'd go hard immediately, "And we have to start all over again. Think you can do it?"

His hardened length was obvious against her hip, but he ignored his own need in favour of grinding his thigh against her. Vera inhaled deeply, her heart racing in her chest but she was excited. She loved taking on a good challenge.

"Bring it on,"

He smirked, hovering right above where she needed him, blowing a puff of hot air over her quivering sex before diving in like a man starved. Vera jolted, he wasn't holding back. His skillful tongue worked over her aching clit with precision, causing her to throw your head back into the pillows and let out a heavy sigh of pleasure.

He spanked her again, took his mouth away.

"Start counting," he ordered, sneaking one finger down to her sopping entrance, using her slick to aid him in sliding it inside of her. She took a deep breath and began counting.

"One... two... three.."

His lips wrapped firmly around her bundle of nerves and he sucked harshly, making her cry out between numbers. He used this momentary distraction to slip a second finger inside her waiting hole, beginning to scissor his fingers inside of her to stretch her out. He made come-hither motions with his dexterous fingers, hitting her g spot repeatedly while never letting up on the assault to her clit, his tongue drawing figure eights on the sensitive bundle.

"... Fourteen... Fifteen... Six -- ah. Owh!"she felt she could jump off the couch as he spanked her again. She couldn't help it, his ministrations took her to another dimension of pleasure. It was then she realized just how hard this was going to be.

"Fuck,"

"Again,"

The cycle repeated, over and over again. Remington used his tongue to destroy her, suckling, nipping, penetrating her, all the while keeping a sharp ear out for her counting. Every pause, every gasp, any flicker of hesitation, she got a smack. And she had to start again. Of course he was the master of teasing her, commenting on her arousal, how good she tasted, how he couldn't wait to be inside of her. All she had to do was count to sixty without pause, and she could have it all.

"... Twenty-nine... thirty... -- fuck!" she cried out when he suddenly flicked her clit hard, continuing to beat down on the sensitive bud as he delivered the next blow. Her skin was beginning to burn, her resolve breaking, tears brimming for the pain and the pleasure.

She couldn't help it when her hips started to move on their own accord to relieve the pressure, but he pinched her hip as a warning, "Hold still," he was staring at her with dark eyes, drunk on lust and power, his lips and chin glistening with her, "You finish one whole round and I'll let you come,"

She wanted to scream, fight back, plead, beg, promise anything so long as he let her off. But she bit her lip, nodding in desperation, and it was enough for Remington go dive back in again, eating her like she was his last meal. It could never be just a taste with Vera, he always needed more of her; her sweetness overpowered his taste buds, her wetness dribbling down his chin, the delicious sounds she's make because of how good he was making her feel. More of her, everything.

"One... two... three... four..."

Staying still was already difficult but Remington tortured her some more, bringing his fingers back to play with her. While he sucked on her fold, two digits teased her entrance, sliding deeper into her.

"... Thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three..."

God, she's beautiful, he remarked to himself, all needy and desperate for him; but then again she was always so beautiful. Even when she had a long day at work and her makeup was messy, when she was so fixated on whatever show they were watching, her teeth biting through her lip when they were in the process of a job.

"...Fifty-six... fifty-seven... fifty-eight... fifty-nine... sixty," she let out a heavy gasp, feeling as though she'd just run a marathon. She finally did it. Her soft voice pulled him back to reality, his head momentarily filled with innocent thoughts about how much he loved her while his fingers were still very much scissoring her open, his tongue hammering on her clit.

"Remi, please,"

The smuggest man alive, he sped up his ministrations, revelling in how her moans increased, her body grew taught. His free hand snuck its way from his hip to her bare breast, fondling, teasing one of her nipples as it pebbled up. It felt incredible.

At this point, his cock was so painfully hard against the couch that Remington found himself raising his hips every now and then in shallow trusts, hoping to relieve the throbbing in crotch he wanted to make her come from his mouth first, fucking her later was the prize.

If only she wasn't tied up, Vera could at least stimulate her other breast, not that he wasn't doing his job well, "so close, baby..."

He chuckled darkly, "Come on..." he muttered against her, his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly with his fingers teasing and pinching her nipple, "Come for me. Come all over me, sweet girl,"

With his fingers relentlessly fucking her hole and stimulating her nipples, his tongue hammering down on her, it didn't take long before a white hot heat ripped through her, every part of her body tingled deliciously, his name spilled from her lips as she fluttered around his fingers. She could've cried from the overwhelming pleasure. She gushed and soaked his hand and mouth, but he eagerly lapped it all up, not letting a single drop of her go to waste. He didn't stop fucking her even after her orgasm had ceased and her body began to relax again.

When she came back down, Remington was still slowly, diligently licking her, this time with tenderness and dedication. If she had fucked his face before, now he was making out with her cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.

“Quite a show, sweet girl,” he murmured. She brought her tied wrists down, smacking his shoulder. He laughed heartily.

He had loved watching her breasts bounce, her head thrown back, her thighs wiggling at the way she was grinding on him. And her face — sweet mercy, her face…

He was lost in her.

"Your brothers are gonna' kill us," she panted, now registering that they were still at the party.

Remington chuckled and shrugged, “They’ll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs,” he reached up to undo the belt, gently bringing her arms back down, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," the first thing she did was bring her hands to his face, pulling him to her for a kiss.

"Was it too much?" he stroked her cheek.

She shook her head, giggling quietly, "I mean -- kind of... but that's the point of punishment, right?" his eyes were clear of his stern demeanour before, no trace of malevolence, only adoration to match his soft, boyish grin.

"Right," he kissed her shoulder, his erection was grinding on her hip. He was needy for her, but he wanted to give her a moment to recover, "Think you can go again?"

"Gimme' two minutes?" she pleaded, batting her lashes at him.

"How about I give you five?"

"Deal," he snuggled up on top of her, his body heat obliterating her in tandem with the heat from the fire. Their lips painted across whatever patches of skin they could reach, hands caressing, soothing over sweaty limbs.

His erection continued to throb against her hip, she took mercy on him, “I’m gonna blow you,” she whispered, more as a declaration than a request.

He whined, but still obliged her as they switched positions, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable, “It’ll be the easiest orgasm ever,”

Vera giggled and settled between his legs, her free hand smoothing over the skin of his hip, “Damn, you’re delicious,” she murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.

He hissed and thrusted up.

"Vera?"

"Yes Remington?"

"... Please don't bite me,"

She laughed, wasting no time: she swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with her hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in her palm.

Three strokes and Remington's hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting her tongue.

“I fucking love you, V,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock,” she bobbed her head on him even more enthusiastically, “I love every damn thing about you, baby,"

He was so far gone and she was so helplessly proud of it.

He spilled inside her in a minute, and she took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.

His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.

She gasped out for air, wiping her mouth clean and headed back up, at his side.

As he stared into her eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, she pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.

Tentatively, she rolled on top of him before planting her lips on his, pushing her tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing her to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you. He arched up and wrapped his lips around her tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against her hip.

And then they found themselves laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.

Not even in her worst night Vera had managed to make half the mess she was seeing in that moment.

“We're in trouble,” she commented, Remington peacefully kissing her chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed, "We need to clean up before they get home,"

“Just a minute,” he debated before hearing you dissent.

“Come on, baby. You can nap on the tiddies later. Let’s go,”

“I want cuddles,” he spoke through a pout.

That made her heart melt. “I’ll cuddle you after we shower,”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

She chuckled, “We can take a bath, baby,” she kissed the top of his head. She had no idea who was the messier between the two of them at the moment, she only knew it was her turn to take care of her sweet boy tonight.

[ethan-elliott]

okay I take back what I said when it came out, Death or Glory (the album) has really grown on me

[starchild--27]

me, looking back at 2024: well, this is the most socially active i've ever been since i left for uni! i have a bunch of friends, a boyfriend even (still not sure how that happened but i am not complaining-) - that's amazing! life doesn't suck,-

my spotify wrapped: -objectivly! ha! your top songs are about wanting to die and feeling alone and being incapable of love and being loved. take that as a hint that you should get that silly little disorder that makes you believe that you are an unlovable pile of crap checked out :)

[rinriya]

Riley "Ley" Robbins (MC in Infamous)

A singer is only as good as their band

Name: Riley "Ley" Robbins | Age: 26 | Gender: male (he/him)

Band Name: Mirror in The Creek

Genre: Rock [Grunge | Glam | Indie | Art | Hard]

Most Popular Song: A Million Eternities

Fandom: Crickets

Chat: MError

Height: Average | 5′7″ (170cm)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Shoulder-length mullet, dyed white

Tattoos: Initials SD on wrist

Piercings: None

Facial Hair: Shaves off

Scars: None

About Riley: Lead vocalist. A necessary leader. And a pawn in someone else's game. Riley is an incorrigible dreamer for whom music is equal to air. He lives and breathes for performing, and he enjoys every moment. Glory? Money? Awards? Popularity? None of this matters to him. The only thing he wants is to share his music with whole world. He is ready to open his soul to his fans, giving them deep lyrics and fiery melodies. He is loyal to his friends and always puts them first. He dedicates himself to his work and is very strict with himself. Sometimes it even lead to self-torture in terms of tough rehearsals, strict diets and constantly low esteem of his capacities. For Ley, the group is a family he will forever remain devoted even if someone promise to open all doors for him and grant in wealth. He believes in people and is ready to find words of support even in a fierce competition.

Riley hates drama, he sincerely believes that a real musician speaks with their lyrics, and not through tabloid headlines. Is it a naïve view? Certainly. But he has always been like this: simple, kind, positive, sensitive, caring. Trying to find good in everything and never gives up. A peacemaker.

But who could have thought that a huge weight of responsibility suddenly will fall upon his shoulders. He must not only survive among the drama and protect his group, but also cope with the whirlpool of feelings and trying not to drown. It doesn't help that his ex-boyfriend is nearby; the most handsome man works as a group manager; a sweet drummer gives a feeling of devotion; the charming father of a faithful fan doesn't leave the thoughts; and even a man who crushing the entire world of music looks so ardently, but for some reason with sadness at the same time. Ley ended up in the center of not only a showbiz, but also a heartfelt drama.

But he will try. He will attempt. He will work hard and slowly figure everything out. He will do everything to remind everyone what musicians really live for. With his lyrics, voice, music, teamwork he will prove that love for creativity is an honest victory. For the sake of his group, for the sake of the fans and for the sake of justice.

He will remind of inspiration fire that barely smolder inside even in the most tired from the world of show business heart.

Infamous by ​​​@infamous-if

I love word plays so much — The Creek - Crickets / MError - Me & Error get it? Yes? Yes??? Ehm don't mind me, I just wanted to say that the vibes of MC's group in my walkthrough remind me of Måneskin.

Also I'll take this opportunity to ask you to look at Palaye Royale, Starset, Citizen Soldier, Three Days Grace, One Ok Rock, Jon Dretto etc.

                                                Spoilers and some stats (for now) ahead

[sweetvixen1996]

Looking at the Kiss the Villain Playlist: Part 2/14

Addicted To The Wicked & Twisted -Palaye Royale: The meaning of this song is pretty simple. This is a song about being with someone who you know is bad for you, but you find yourself unable to leave them. It's also about how this intense dichotomy results in anger and self-loathing. It's not uncommon for the highs and lows of toxic relationships to be compared to the feeling of drug addiction, and it is a motif we'll see several times within this playlist.

The Summoning -Sleep Token: This is one of the few songs on the playlist that is not about a relationship, at least not direction. In this song, the singer desires someone who is not yet his partner. Even more than attraction, he seems to be on the verge of obsession, to the point that the singer is starting to believe that this girl may be his one true love. This is despite the fact that he doesn't seem to know her very well. The singer even ponders if she'd be a good match for him, though he also believes he can work through her flaws.

Teacher's Pet -Melanie Martinez: An intense song about the disastrous and inherently twisted nature of student/teacher relationships, it follows a girl who has entered an unhealthy and predator relationship with her teacher. It plays the eroticism of the fantasy of such a relationship with the girl's attraction to and infatuation with her teacher against the stark, unpleasant reality that the girl is just being used and abused by this male authority figure. However, this song has a somewhat positive element in that, with each verse, the narrator realizes the truth of the situation. With each line, she becomes more becomes more independent and defiant until she is finally able to reject the teacher's 'ownership' and attempts to control her. Overall, the song warns against the dangers of power dynamics in inappropriate relationships, as one party could be taken advantage of by the other for their own selfish reasons. It also demonstrated the harmful emotional impacts of such a relationship, particularly since the mistreated partner is often too young to fully comprehend the situation.

Swim -Chase Atlantic: I've heard this one is about oral sex. I will make no comment on this idea. But other than that, this seems to be a song about an individual who is mentally troubled (or, at least, working through a difficult time) but has also met a lady he is really into. And, despite his issues, the singer has decided to simply enjoy the thrill of this new... situationship and see where things go.

Want Me -Stephen Dawes: There isn't much info or analysis about this song online, which is a shame because it's a bop! Overall, the clearest meaning of this is that of a narrator in a new relationship with someone they perceive as being out of their league but is so happy to be with this person that they're just going to embrace it. Also, while the narrator is clearly identified as male, their partner's gender is ambiguous; I don't know if this was meant to be an LGBTQ+ song, but it can be interpreted that way.

So, what can these songs tell us?

Well, for one, this set of songs is actually more positive than the first five. It probably doesn't seem like it at first, and, honestly, it is more like the relationships in this set are just... less bad, but there is some good stuff, too.

While I think the infatuation shown by the singer in The Summoning is reminiscent of the worrying way people will build up near-strangers in their heads, only to be disappointed (or enraged) when they don't live up to the fantasies. However, if you choose to be optimistic, it's a song about that rush of meeting someone you think is fantastic, and even though you know it's silly, you find yourself imagining a whole future together. Same with Swim. There is something to be said about finding reprieve in the rush of a steamy new connection, even when the rest of your life and the inside of your head is a mess.

A lot of these songs seem to be saying that even when a relationship isn't the healthiest, that doesn't mean it can't be fun or even a genuinely good experience. The pedestal that Want Me's narrator holds their partner isn't a good foundation for a relationship, especially when several lines hint at an age gap between the two and the singer being under their partner's control. However, both parties seem to be enjoying this relationship -even if it is potentially doomed- and the thrill that comes with it so much that it's impossible not to smile along with them.

However, Addicted To The Wicked & Twisted is undeniably dark -almost angry. The conflict of wanting to stay in a bad relationship is one of the most painfully human ones, and it shows the difference between a messy yet fulfilling hookup and trying to find happiness in an unhealthy relationship. And then there is Teacher's Pet, which depicts the dark reality of a seemingly 'hot' taboo relationship, mainly based on betrayed trust in an authority figure, groom, and misuse. But it also gives us hope the narrator will recover. One of the interesting musical touches is that, with each verse, there is an ominous, villainous-sounding laugh (presumably the teacher's) that starts off loud and strong but gets weaker with each reoccurrence as the student breaks away.

So how does this all relate to Gareth and Kayden?

It's important to remember that I'm taking all the songs and mood board pictures at face value for the purpose of analysis because it is more fun that way, not because I think they should be treated as gospel. Some of these songs may just be here for the vibes, so to speak. Teacher's Pet could be on here since it is one of the few mainstream songs about a student/teacher relationship (it's actually one of my favorite songs, period). The Summoning could just be one here since it's a popular Tiktok thirst trap song. We shouldn't expect Gareth to end up killed and cannibalized just because Ethel Cain's Strangers is on the playlist, is what I'm saying.

However, I think it's important to pay attention to the recurring themes and motifs of the different songs. And the biggest one that we can see, even in the first 10 songs, is an element of unhealthy relationships brought on by unstable psyches.

Even by this point, I think we'll be seeing a situation in the book where Gareth comes to want a more genuine, open relationship with Kayden, only to be rejected. If this rejection comes from Kaden initially only approaching Gareth with the intent to manipulate him for some further goal or trauma on his own side remains to be seen.

I've speculated with a few other people that, at a certain point, we will see the two break up only to get back together after a time jump. And part of the reason is that it will allow for Gareth to graduate. While uneven power dynamics are parred for the course in dark romance books, and in most of them, there is a ridiculous, fantastic element to this that adds to the thrill of the pairing. I call this 'the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood dynamic'. However, the power difference between student and professor is... real in the way that it isn't in Kent's other pairings. While that dynamic is one of the appeals of this book, I imagine it will also want to be something she resolves before the end.

I do find it interesting that Teacher's Pet seems to be the only song on the playlist that directly addresses the taboo of their relationship. Most seemed to be focused on overall unhealthy dynamics and manipulation within them. If this isn't true, I will address it later on the line.

I also wonder if it's going to be brought up that Nikolai Is confirmed to have hooked up with at least one of his professors in the past, and I believe it is implied that Killian has as well. These encounters are narratively treated rather neutrally, with their purpose more to show off the level of sex appeal these men have. Whereas it seems that Gareth's relationship with Kayden will be given a lot more weight when it is eventually discovered. Now, is this just because it's an actual relationship as opposed to just sex? Or is it because of the inherent double standard that exists between male and female professors sleeping with their charges? In that, a male teacher or professor will always be viewed as more predatory for the action than a female would.

[matchalovertrait]

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[angelicsjn]

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

FIRST DATE.

SILENT TREATMENT.

AGE & HEIGHT.

FIRST KISS.

SOMEONE FLIRTING.

AS YOU DRESS.

CHARACTER PROFILE.

HOW THEY LOOK.

ASEXUAL READER.

THEIR BIRTHDAY.

MODEL READER.

DICK HEADCANONS.

CRYING DURING ARGUMENT.

SMASH N DASH.

MTL KIDNAP.

MTL BE TOXIC.

READER HAS ANOTHER STALKER.

PERVERTED READER.

THEIR (sexual) POSITION.

DOMESTIC LIFE.

AROMANTIC/EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE READER.

A KIND READER.

TOUCH STARVED READER.

READER LIKES PHOTOGRAPHY.

THEIR FAVOURITE ANIMALS.

THEM AS SONGS.

YOU JOKE AROUND (are you using me for my body?)

YOU PUSH THEM TOO FAR.

READER GETS HATED ON.

READER IS STRUGGLING MENTALLY.

THEY THINK YOU CHEATED.

THEIR KINKS.

READERS FIRST TIME WITH THEM (NSFW)

READER LEAVES THEM.

READER IS ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP.

READER IS TOUCHY WITH THEIR FRIEND.

READER LIKES HORROR MOVIES.

THEM AS PALAYE ROYALE SONGS.

THEIR FAMILY.

WHEN THEY ARE DRUNK.

[vviccearcheron]

IN MY HEAD THE BATBOYS ARE IN A BAND...

Feyre, Mor, Elaine, & Nesta are having a girls night bar hopping in Velaris. Amren was too busy tangled up with Varian. Nesta's just sipping water. She really only came for the music. Mor and Feyre are trying to convince Ellaine to try a beer. She scrunches up her nose and says it smells like old boots. She instead flags down a waiter and asks for a scotch extra neat. Feyre and Mor go stiff and give each other a side glance. Nesta gasps, "Ellaine!" Ellaine says shyly, "What?! Daddy use to keep it in the study." The waiter returns and sets her drink in front of her with a nod of approval at her choice. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a long deep inhale of the liquor. "It smells like him." she says, without taking a sip. Nesta tries to hide the relief on her face as she glances toward the stage. She sees Cassian there, smiling back at her from ear to ear, positioning himself behind the drum set.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Nesta exclaims to the others at the table.

They all turn to see Rhys and Az walking on stage holding electric guitars. Rhysand gives his guitar a wail and leans in to the microphone. "May we have your attention please." The crowd goes silent as they realize the King of the Nightcourt, his Commanding General, and the Shadowsinger are now before them. Mor yells, "Woooo! Fuck 'em up Your Highness!"

Rhysand gives a devilish grin. "My brother has something he'd like to say." He backs away to the right, giving Azriel center stage as he adjusts his guitar strap.

Azriel looks out on the crowd with menace in his gaze. Anyone who was previously standing, has now found themselves a seat.

From the back Cassian yells out, "NESTA I LOVE YOU BABY!" then begins stomping his foot down on the bass drum. He raises his drumstick and strikes them together in time with the bass. And then..... Azriel inhales.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 63

Third POV

BEN sighs, giving the two a quick glimpse before disappearing. BEN isn't sure if he should be worried for Eboni or not. The link look-a-like knows how Jeff can be, but he's never seen him be this obsessed nor possessive over anything, let alone anyone - not even smile dog. By this point, Slenderman will welcome Eboni with open arms. The question is, will that be a good thing or a bad thing? Time will tell. BEN will wait on the top of the mansion, grumbling how he's more useful than being someone's guard dog.

Jeff is quick to force Eboni against the wall, licking his lips as he stares down at her. Her lips, her sweet plum lips. They always taste like strawberries. The killer never knew he'd love the flavor so much until kissing Eboni for the first time. Even now, with their lips connected, he can still taste the faintness of sweet strawberries lingering on his tongue. He slides his tongue in, locking it around hers as he sucks roughly.

But this isn't enough. It'll never be enough. Kissing her is close to heaven, but he wants to be closer to it - inside it, maybe even get a better taste of it. The smiling killer lowers himself down, gripping her hips and lifting Eboni up, making her squeak.

"Legs on my shoulder."

"B-But I might -"

"Dont argue with me now. I got you princess, now do it."

Eboni gulps nervously, placing her legs on his shoulders - her body now resting against the wall. She looks around the room, getting a great view of her family's lifeless bodies scattered around. She fills her eyes begin to well with tears, quickly averting her eyes. She can't look at them - she just can't look.

Jeff clicks his tongue, displeased with her reactions. He wants her to look at them. He wants her to relish on the work she's done. She did this. She planned everything flawlessly. She should feel proud, not ashamed, but he'll fix that. He'll get her so high on pleasure that the mere sight of them will bring nothing but a smile. He'd be on his knees between her legs some other time - but not today, maybe not ever. He kinda enjoys this position.

The killer looks in between her legs, licking his lips at the sight of her soaking thong. He can't help his mouth watering from the sight alone. Jeff moves closer, Eboni6 dress rising. The killer licks against her thong, making the girl's body tense. Jeff groans, forcing her thong to the side with his tongue.

Jeff's tongue drives deep inside, the taste making his eyes roll. Eboni gasps, her legs tightening around his head on impulse. The taste, the warmth of her thighs pressed against the sides of his head- buried. More. He still wants more. The killer swirls his tongue, thrusting it in and out of her quickly- needing more of her sugary taste.

Eboni whines and whimpers, withering against the wall. She grips his hair tightly, feeling the heat building - close to snapping. So close, she feels so close. Jeff pulls his tongue out, licking up her folds to her clit. He probes at it mercilessly, wanting to bring Eboni to the edge.

And he does.

"Jeff!~" he moans out, cumming onto his face.

But Jeff doesn't stop. He moves to shove his tongue back inside her, marveling at the taste - savoring every last drop. Though it's not enough. He needs more, more of Eboni- more of this pleasuring high. He keeps his head deep between her legs as he quickly moves his hands to undo his zipper and allows his long girthy length to spring free.

Jeff reaches to grip her hips, Eboni's legs falling from his shoulders as he slowly lowers her down- lining her cunt to his length. Eboni takes the time to look at the killers face. His lips & chin stained with her release, his hooded sapphire eyes showing his lust for her. More...she wants more, too.

The smiling killer can't wait any longer. When aligned, he shoves himself deep inside - both of their heads leaning back at the incredible feeling. The further he moves inside, the more she clenches around him. When fully buried, Jeff closes his eyes- trying to keep himself from cumming right then and there. She's just-

"So tight... you're so wet...fuck.."

"D-Daddy...please I-"

The term snaps Jeff out of his trance and begins drilling into Eboni, his thrust quick yet rough. Eboni gasps, wrapping her legs and arms around him. She cries out, gripping onto him for dear life.

"J-Jeff! Please slow down! I-I can't~"

"You can, and will. That's it - holy shit! Keep crying for me, princess~. "

And she does, crying out his name over and over again. Jeff can't help but laugh through his shameless moans. "Look at this! Look at us, I guess I am fucking you senseless right in front of your family- shit!~"

Eboni can feel her mind drift to a place full of nothing but the pleasure only Jeff can give. She relishes in his roughness, feeling the heat build up down below once again. She clings onto him, begging for release. Jeff moves his hands to grab a handful of her ass, thrusting in her a few more times before -

"Fuck I'm gonna- shit princess go ahead-" he leans down, whispering in her ear. "Cum for me."

Eboni does, moaning out toes curling and eyes rolling back. Jeff releases inside, spurring curses and deep groans. He stays inside her for a moment, feeling his length spring back to life. Of course, one round isn't enough. Hell, two won't do it either. The killer pulls out, forcing the girl onto her knees.

He licks his lips, the taste of Eboni still lingers. He looks down at her, his dick resting against the girl's face. He twitches at the sight, moving a hand to rest on top of her head. Jeff uses his other hand to force her lips apart and mouth open.

"Lick me clean, princess."

Eboni, in her daze, swallows him whole, her tongue circling and lapping. Jeff clenches his jaw, grabbing a fist full of her hair - her fuzzy white headband long gone. The killer has to keep himself from busting another load into her mouth. He wasn't expecting her to take him fully inside. Her whines for more aren't making it better. The sight of her tears, mascara running down her cheeks, cheeks hollowed out, and lips swollen- the sight is almost enough for him to cum, almost.

"Stop. Pull back and stand up." He said through clench teeth, his veins bulging on his arms, hands, and length.

Eboni pulls back with a 'pop'. She licks her lips, tasting herself and his pre. The girl stands, Jeff picking her up and throws her over his shoulder. He grins, slapping her ass a few times. Jeff walks over to the elevator, clicking the second floor button. He walks in once the door opens, the door closing behind.

"Daddy? Why are we -?"

"I don't think you're there yet. You gotta see just how cute you look with your brains fried."

The elevator opens, the killer stepping out and kicking the door open to the first room. He knew who this room belonged to. He bets that shitty aunt would be rolling around in hell if she knew what he's about to do in here with her niece.

He pushes the door open to the bathroom, his smile stretching at the sight of the full body mirror mounted onto the wall. Jeff puts Eboni down, making her face the mirror as he unzips her dress - watching it fall to the ground. The killer pulls his pants down, kicking them to the side, and pulls his black hoodie over his head. He puts the hairband he uses to keep his hair up around his wrist, his hair falling down to his shoulders.

"Look at us... look at you.." Jeff whispers, removing her bra and pulling her thong to the floor. "You're so cute...so fucking hot." The killer lifts her left leg, resting the back of her knee over his arm. He lines himself up, slowly shoving himself inside. "Watch it go in. Look at it bulge through - fuuuck, yeah, keep clenching me."

This is too much, to embarrassing, being forced to watch herself - to watch this. "Lean forward, fuck- just like that~" Jeff moans.

The killer thrusts his hips slowly, watching Eboni's face twist into a look he's comes to use when jacking off when she isn't around. Her plum lips shaped into a 'O', her eyes rolling, drool slipping past her lips and down her chin. The way her pussy clenches when he hits her g-spot, he won't speed up- he wants Eboni to watch her face change with each thrust. He wants her to witness her own mind melt, her will break, and her entire being completely bow to him.

He uses his other hand to raise Eboni's head, gripping her jaw - making the girl watch every single thing. "Look at that dumb down, pretty face. I know, princess, I know you feel so good- don't you?"

"Y-Yes...yess~"

"No one else can make you feel this good- right?" He questions, hand now around her throat - squeezing lightly.

"N-No! No one else!"

"Who do you answer to?"

Eboni gulps, her mind to empty to answer. "I-I...I don't -"

Jeff clicks his tongue, stopping his movements, which makes the girl whine in need. "I asked you a fucking question. Now be my good little fleshlight and answer me-"

"Jeff...Daddy...my daddy- I only listen to him...only listen to daddy~"

"That's it...see? It wasn't that hard. Wanna cum princess? You wanna cum for me?"

"Yes! Yes..yes please!" Eboni begs, eyes focus on Jeff's from the mirror.

The killer moves his hand from her throat, traveling down to her clit. His thrust are still slow- yet rough, snapping his hips back and forth while aggressively rubbing at her clit. He trails kisses up and down her neck, sucking on one of her hot spots while pitching her clit in between rubs.

"Cum for daddy."

Eboni does on command, crying out as her body twitches from her release. She clenches around Jeff, but he holds back. There's something else he wants to do, wants to see Eboni try to do in her fucked out state. The killer pulls out, lowering her leg but lifts her up- making the girl wrap her legs around him.

Jeff grins at the sight of Veronika's perfectly made bed. He moves to lay on his back- placing Eboni on top of him. The girl is too high on pleasure to know the position their in. He slaps her ass, knocking a bit of sense back into her.

"Wha...where?"

"Hop on it, princess. Getting inpatient here."

"B-But daddy I ca-"

"Oh, you can't? That's too damn bad because you will. Now get on." Jeff demands.

Eboni pouts, placing her hands on his chest- moving to lower herself down onto him. She gasps, her head leaning back as she digs her nails into his chest. Jeff hisses, enjoying it - though he becomes annoyed when she doesn't start moving, so he slaps her ass to get her moving

She tries her best, her legs shaking in pleasure - her eyes lided. Eboni is struggling to focus on her moments, just chancing a high she's struggling to reach by herself. She whines as she continues, about to crumble - but Jeff is enthralled. Watching her tits bounce, her body tremble above him, her cheeks rosy with blush and embarrassment, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she pants like a kitten in heat. How can he not want to humiliate her more?

"Daddy...daddy, please - please! I-I can't, please~"

"Oh daddy please make me cum! Fill me more with your cum! Oh daddy I can't- please!" He said mockingly, laughing. "You're so pathetic, you know that? Crying out for me to take control again. You love it when I dominate you in everything- don't you? Fucking admit it and I might do just that."

Eboni whines more, her moans broken and horse. She tries to get her words out, but the sentences aren't forming - nothing but gibberish. Jeff laughs, reaching up to grab her throat and squeezing tightly.

"Oh daddy, I can't answer! My brain is too high on dick to speak! I'm to much of a pathetic little bratty slut to ride my daddy's cock!" He mocks, grabbing her hip with his other hand and thrust up into her harshly- making Eboni scream.

"Please daddy, I'm such a drooling mess right now- please fuck me! Please make me cum!" Jeff continues to mock, thrusting up into her rapidly.

"Yes! YES!~" Eboni cries out shamelessly, trying to match his movements but fails.

"I control you. I fucking own you. Don't I princess?"

"Yes! Yes - oh god, yes!~ Yours..all yours forever~"

Eboni smiles, tears running down her face. The pain she felt before vanished without a trance. Jeff, all she feels is Jeff. All she needs is him. Who cares how her life will play out now? Jeff will guide her, point her in the direction he believes she should go. And she'll follow him, do as he says- answer to him without a second thought. No one is more important than Jeff, and no one ever will be.

The smiling killer never knew he needed something like this, someone like her. Devoting themselves to him, trusting him in full - with no worry nor doubt. It's odd how full his heart feels. He can feel the change - the change he's been trying to pull out of Eboni. Their breathing in sync, heartbeats matching, souls intertwining, becoming one. The twisted smile on Eboni's face is enough to make him burst.

"Fuck! Ah fuuuuuck!~ Eboni- shiiiit!"

Eboni cums once again, losing count on how many times she came today. The girl crumbles onto his chest, seemingly melting into him. Both lay there, still stick in their blissful states of ecstasy. Jeff sits up, still bottomed out inside of her. He holds the girl close to his chest, running his fingers through her messy hair. This makes her curl further onto him, wrapping her arms around him.

Jeff moves his hands to her cheeks, pulling her face back to look at her. He doesn't speak, only stare - taking in every single detail of Eboni's face. These honey brown eyes that holds so many emotions, her smart mouth that spurts so much shit yet manages to make him smile and swell his heart with warmth, her long lashes that flutter whenever she looks his way, her laugh that makes his heart leep to his throat- Jeff never once thought his heart could be capable of desiring someone....this much.

"You're mine... you'll always be mine, do you under -"

"Yes. Yes, Daddy. All I need is you. No one else comes before you. Jeff... will always be my first and forever my last.." she whispers, leaning into his touch.

His heart flutters again, eyes softening - only for Eboni. "....C'mere princess -"

He pulls her forward, locking their lips together. He's rough at first, but her tiny whimpers cause him to soften up yet again. He wraps his arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly as he moves his lips sensually - deepening their bond even further. When out of breath, he pulls back- nibbling her lips for a bit. Both try to catch their breath, staring fascinatingly at the other.

Neither of them ever thought that all they needed, all they ever wanted - would be right in front of them.

[palayeroyales]

tbh I've realized that like especially in times where I'm just doing really bad and feeling really unstable, palaye have been such a constant positive for me. whenever I feel anxious or depressed, they have a way of putting me at ease. I feel like I rely very heavily on them and their music for support and grounding. and even right now, at a point where I'm kind of in a transitional stage and feeling deeply overwhelmed, they've still been that safe space for me.

idk the point of this post, I guess I'm just very grateful to them. I'm glad I have this nice little constant in my life. and I'm glad that bc of them, I don't feel as alone sometimes.

[thehollowwriter]

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Hi hi! Sorry for the late response!

1. The Bidding by Tally Hall

2. Golden Hour by The Electric Swing Circus

3. Borderline by Tame Impala

4. No Love In LA by Palaye Royale

5. Hit and Run by LOLO

I am personally shocked at the lack of nerdcore in my response XD

[magrit-alessa]

My weekly chart (24 Jun 2024 - 30 Jun 2024)

That's what I like. That's what surrounds me. That's what creates my mood.

*Created by my preferences only*

Аll chart positions in 2 minutes here -> https://youtu.be/33Jyo95Muoc

5. 21TEI - I Know

4. Gunna Chorna - Бути тобою

3. Nyteout - Addicted to You

2. PALAYE ROYALE - Showbiz

1 Imagine Dragons - In Your Corner

If you want to support channel:

If someone wants to help or support Ukraine:

[ethan-elliott]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

ooh excited to do this, thank you anon!! picking my most recent rotation of songs because it changes a lot :D

(1) Bleeders - Black Veil Brides

(2) Next Semester - twenty one pilots

(3) Jump Scare - Seb Lowe

(4) Ragnarok II: The Calling - The Mechanisms

(5) Showbiz - Palaye Royale

not sure if I have 10 followers haha but gonna ask @sunnylemonss @shreysheep and anyone else who wants to join on!!

[oya-oya-okay]

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TYSM SIS🤭💖💖💖

Soap - Melanie Martinez💫

Natsuki Hanae - Clown❣️

Lonely - Palaye Royale🖤

Call it Love - Felix Jaehn, Ray Dalton💗

Bones - Imagine Dragons🧡

[rotthepoet]

hiii,

here are the first draft schedules for the poddies (and consequently gryffindor, slytherin & hufflepuff since electives aren't a thing yet) they are a wip, because i wanted to make a ravenclaw one and realised that with the current one they have 3 classes at the same time. whops.

i also thought of some extracurriculum activities, some are self-explanitory. magical theory is, as the name implies, a group of students who get together to discuss, research or experiment with magic in various forms. it's a bit like arithmancy with extra steps and in my head like math club in a way. (i say, formerly also proud member of math club). languages is for anyone who wants to learn a new language or get better at. (heo is in it to learn spanish for vio, candy is in it to learn french for nate) wixen society is to help those not raised in wixen society understand costums, traditions and other things the magical world just assumes students already know. it's led in cooperation by a pureblood and muggleborn student always.

classes are 85min for a single lesson, students have 10 minutes to get to their next class (outside of lunch break) which can be a hurry if for example one has to get from the dungeons to all the way up the tower to divination and the professor are in contact in a similar way the ministry is with its paper birds to inform if a class is taking longer or a stundent is staying behind. they should be at least.

new topic, my ocs interacting with canon character. there are some interactions and scenes i have planned out. for example theo knows remus' father as he and his grandmother are kind-of-friends and knows that remus is a werewolf. the whole thing is very awkward. vio encounters an animagus sirius on the streets of london and convinces his father to keep the dog, leading to sirius becoming a family dog for a hot second. nate befriends fleur, because a) he is also french and b) he has two cousins who have a veela for a father and knows the struggles she has.

the poddies are outsider in a way, between being openly queer and holding a strong friendship between houses (especially between slytherin/gryffindor/hufflepuff) most students find them odd and in this position they form a friendship with harry during the tournament when everyone else hates him. candy and blaise bond over being italian. the poddies are the ones to get hit the brunt of the events of the second year (harry is happy about the fact this time it wasn't him). theo's grandma (the mvp) has a rather prickly relationship with dumbledore and has some dirt on the old man that she has no qualms blackmailing him with.

momo asks harry about going to yule ball with them during 4th year and it leads to some nasty articles written about them, a lot of them misgendering. nate ends up sharing a dorm with theo starting year 3 and they eventually form a friendship. snape sees too much of himself in candy and works in the background to ensure she gets the opportunity to have her talent supported. none of the 5 like dumbledore, because they very quickly realise how much he cares for children in abusive living situations, which is not at all. hermione and draco both can't stand vio and candy on an academic level, a fact neither would like to admit they agree on, because both of them do unfairly good in class. sirius is ready to adopt nate and skeptical if he really isn't a distant relative, afterall nate got the star connection, the intrest for astronomy and star charts and speaks french.

so to answer your question: yeah i have thought about how my ocs interact with canon characters. just a little bit though. yep. not taking up my brain at all.

on an entirely different note: for a little bit now i have been obsessed with the song lonely by palaye royale and i need your input who of the boys it fits

- 🦆 anon (library visitor today)

HELLO DUCK ANON!! I HOPE LIBRARY WENT WELL!

Okay okay i listened to the somg and all i can say now is i have to make a theo x reader now BYE—

LMAOOO SIRIUS BEING A FAMILY PET IM FUCKING CRYING THATS SO GOOD WLSBKSBSKWNSKNS

[gamezcatt]

DNI: ABLEISTS (I fucking hate you fuckers), homophobes, transphobes, racists, zionists, trump supporters, terfs, radqueers

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Hi! I’m GamezCatt!

he/she/they pronouns

Genderfluid, Bialterous, Aegosexual

I’m that one person everyone forgets about

I am a minor!!!

Only professionally diagnosed with GAD, currently looking into other potential disorders, I’m also pretty depressed tbh

As for my actual blog:

I love writing poetry and will definitely post and reblog poetry or deep quotes a lot

I go absolutely insane over song lyrics. Music is such a big part of my life, and I will absolutely talk about it. Here’s a list of my current favorite songs (I might remember to update it):

1. Lua - Bright Eyes

2. Waves - Imagine Dragons

3. Nerve Endings - Too Close To Touch

4. Dial Tone - Catch Your Breath

5. Sick And Disgusting - Beartooth

6. Hospital For Souls - Bring Me The Horizon

7. What Could Have Been - Sting & Ray Chen

8. Good In Goodbye - Catch Your Breath

9. Sick Boy Soldier - Palaye Royale

10. Love - Imagine Dragons

Fandoms I am currently interested/involved in (I may or may not remember to update this too):

Life is Strange

Arcane

The Dragon Prince

Lost Records: Bloom & Rage

Interests:

I play the trombone in concert band, jazz band and marching band

I fucking love dragons. I can draw them pretty well too but I barely ever get time to draw.

I love hiking and have done several quite challenging hikes before, the hardest being 65 miles over two weeks in the backcountry of New Mexico

When I’m not doing anything important, I love playing lots of genres of video games! Some of my all time favorites are No Man’s Sky, Stardew Valley, Life is Strange and of course Minecraft

Here’s a list of song lyrics quotes I like since I love them so much (under the cut):

“Time doesn’t hear if you ask it to wait, so own all your tears and just roll with the waves”

“I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk. I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off”

“What is simple in the moonlight, by the morning, never is”

“Why explore the universe when we don’t know ourselves?”

“We all walk alone on an empty staircase, silent halls and nameless faces”

“Even hell can get comfy once you’ve settled”

“Funny thing is, all I ever wanted, I already had. I just had to start again”

“We set ourselves on fire just to burn”

“They say it’s better to burn out than slowly sink and drown, but I don’t want to die today”

“They say that either you’ll sink or you’ll swim on your own”

“There’s no such thing as hate, just acts of fear and love”

“If you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky one, because most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone”

“You’re staring at the sky, watching stars collide”

“Gardens of misery won’t grow your sympathy. Don’t dig your own grave, it won’t help you bury the pain”

“There’s something strange going on in this house, it’s like we’re pushing all these buttons trying to start a war amongst ourselves. But we don’t know what we want, all we know is that we don’t want what they want”