#peace trip trippy

[xoxobellebelle]

It’s a trip, baby✨👽💊

[thepaintedwook]

About the Artist:

I’ve made this blog because I need a way of showing the world what I can do without feeling the pressures of the elitism found within other platforms. I’ve found my purpose and I want to share my passion with others and watch myself grow in the process.

It’s taken me a long time to get to move outside of the never ending search for that one viral post to jumpstart your life on the path you want. I feel that I’ve been lead here, a platform that is a little more open to general acceptance of art and artists. I know the people who my art is meant to reach will find me. Or maybe my words will be some source of comfort for someone. I believe my skills and I can’t wait to see where things go.

Peace n’ Love,

-Ollie (The Painted Wook)

[lonelywanda]

Summer vibes and winter music 🌺

[rosiestalez]

Caught

Content 18+, minors will be banned

Warnings: Smut, degradation, unprotected sex, maybe an age gap, 26 year old Nightwing and 20 year old main character. Edging slightly, bad grammar and punctuation.

Summary: Dick is back in town paying a visit before school starts. He spots something interesting on your phone from the beloved blog app we have.

It has been a long week, all you wanted to do was sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately, due to your college courses starting soon, you only had one day to prepare. You spent your summer working, crying, and drinking; something that a lot of college students do.

The sun creeps through the trippy tapestry that covers your window. Your eyes flutter open as the soft glow of 7am softly burns the sleep out of your eyes. You lay there silently for a second before Turing off your pink noise in spotify, the first 20-30 minutes of your morning is spent on Reddit; you went on a social media cleanse and only kept Reddit for “news”, but you mostly use it to keep up with r/Gothamcitybatmansightings.

You muster up the courage to get out of the plush bed your feet land on the soft carpet and you let out the biggest stretch you’ve been holding in all night. “Right well time to begin my last day of summer break”, you sigh to yourself. With that you waltz to your bathroom and begin your “day before school regimen” that you’ve had since your senior year of high-school when you met your first bottle of self tanner.

After your shower you make some coffee while letting your tanner dry. Your phone rings, you lift it to see the screen, ‘Babybat 🦇💙”.

“Hey! Good morning Richard !”,you cheer. You hate the name Dick so you decided to call him his legal name, except during sex when you let your pathetic moans do all the talking for you.

“Good morning beautiful, it’s good to hear your voice, although Richard just doesn’t flow off your tongue beautifully.” He chuckles over the phone. You simply roll your eyes, and pour your French vanilla creamer into your coffee. “Wayne and I just got back from Metropolis, so I’m bored. I know you’re busy getting your school things in order. I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together?” He asks, you take a sip of your fresh coffee. You smile, at the thought of hanging out with him because you know what this entails; really good sex, endless pampering, and food.

“Yeah totally! I just have to put some clothes on so give me a call when you are close.” You say with excitement lining your voice.

“No clothes?” He smirks through the phone. “Stay that way I’ll be there soon, I want you on your bed waiting for me like a good girl.” You gasp, but this isn’t surprising. Your heart beat flutters down to your pussy. “Bye princess.”The line goes dead.

You down the rest of your coffee, and walk off back to your room, you slip off your robe and lay down on your bed, you have exactly 5 minutes to get into the mood to take Grayson’s cock. You scroll on tumblr reading fics about him, it’s insane how everyone is so accurate about his size, stamina, and sex positions. Your legs squeeze together in anticipation for him wet seeping from your hole, resisting the urge to touch your pussy.

Scratch that you have two minutes before he’s walking into your house. There he is in the doorway, his tall frame. He licks his lips with anticipation seeing you there vulnerable in-front of him. “God you’re such a good fucking girl.” He strips his uniform as he makes his way to your bed. “That’s what I like about you, you listen to everything I say. You do everything I ask because you’re a slut. Aren’t you?” His voice gets dark, only something you hear after a stressful mission, or when the bat family is getting to him. He comes to you for comfort and peace so it makes you wonder what happened on this trip, you see scratches on his chest that you aim to nurse back to health after he rearranges your delicate body.

“Yes sir.” Your voice shaky. He crawls on top of you, hovering your small frame. He leans in for a kiss, his kiss is deep and soft. Something you missed while he was gone, his tongue slips into your mouth fighting yours. He smiles into the kiss due to his win and pulls away. He notices your phone, open to the smutty fic you were reading before he walked in. His dick twitches against your bare thigh, the only barrier being his soft briefs.

“What is this?” His eyebrow cocks. He snatches the phone out your hand. “Dick slams into my hole, his thick cock stretching me. He tightens the leash around my neck with each stroke.” He reads aloud, your face burns, you could die right here just out of embarrassment. “Wow, you read about me?” He questions, “you read nasty things about me while I’m gone?” He follows. You just nod, no words can escape your mouth at the moment. “Well I didn’t know you liked to be collared.” He adds.

“I’m sorry, I missed you so much. You were gone for too long, and I needed you.” You explained softly. All he does is chuckle. He gets off of the bed and walks over to “the drawer”. He grabs a toy and a pair of cuffs.

“I don’t have anything to collar you with, but I will choke you until you’re dazed.” You squirm waiting for his cock to fill you.

“I’ll take that as a yes, I love when you’re a needy bitch for me. It turns me on so much.” *click* one side of the handcuff around your wrist, *click* one around your other. You can’t move your arms, they’re chained to your iron bed frame. Your breath is uneven, the flutter in your wet pussy getting faster. “Look at you, so pathetic.” He takes out his phone and flashes a picture of you. “I’m gonna use this later.” His dark smirk turned into a tooth filled grinned. *Buzzz* the toy turns on, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t need to read those.” He dances the toy along your thighs, up your body to your exposed breasts, circling it on your soft nipples, smiling as they begin to erect at the vibration. “Tell me what you want?” He whispers in your ear before kissing your pulse point. You push his hands down to your dripping center. “No darling, you have to use your words. Remember?” His arm resisting your pushes.

“I want it, I want you.” You moan.

“Where, be specific baby girl?” He looks at your cock drunk eyes.

“I want it on my puss-FUCK!” He places the vibrator on your sensitive clit before you could finish your sentence. Causing a pulse of pleasure and shock.

“Sorry did I scare you?” He asks sarcastically. “I knew you wanted it, I just wanted to have some fun.” He chuckles, but to your dissatisfaction he removes the toy from your clit. You let out a whine, “why the fuck are whining? You’re going to get what you need.” Darkness filling with voice again. “God why are you so pathetic!”

“I’m sorry Grayson.” You slightly tug at the cuffs, lift your hips up against his thigh to get some relief from the tension in your cunt. He pushes your hips down with force glaring at you; you’ve done it now you’re going to get what you want, but on his terms.

“Oh you shouldn’t have done that.” He says exactly what you’re thinking. He pulls down his briefs, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. “Look at what you do to me.” Your pussy drips and mouth waters when he point to his delicious cock. “I’m gonna use you today.” He leans over your cunt, spitting into your dripping hole. “Every- FUUUCCK- inch of you”, he shutters as he slides in. The first entrance is always the best. Your back arches at the feeling of being filled, and a small moan escapes your lips, “Shut up”, he slides out completely, and slams back in to the hilt of his cock. There’s pain and pleasure and a whine forces its way from your mouth again.

“That’s my girl, taking it all. I know you can do it.” He coos, his hand finds his way to your neck while the other supports his. “Take it all baby.” He picks up the toy, his grip tightens, he rises up placing you legs on his shoulders for stability as he places the toy on your even mores swollen clit. Your eyes begin to roll back as the feeling of being filled and stimulated. “S’beautiful”, he grunts. His pace gets quicker his hips snapping against you and his grip tightening around your neck. You can’t moan, can’t think, can’t speak. He pound into you, groaning and speaking nasty things, the toy rubs against you. You feel something boiling in your core, and pulsing in your pussy.

“I’m-“, you gasp for air, his grip unrelenting, “I’m gonna cum Rich!” His movement stops, he leaves your center and pulls the toy away from you. You look up at him with confusing.

“No you’re not, not yet.” He chuckles, he moves to hover over your face. “Taste yourself, open up.” He taps your cheek, you do as your told opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as welcome to his cock. You gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You bob your head, his hand tangles into your hair, but is quickly removed when he feels the tracks of your expression, “s-sorry baby.” You try to smile, but it’s hard when there’s 6.5 inches in your mouth right now. He matches your pace, but his pace quickens and tears brim your eyes. “That’s my good gi-“ he shutters and a deep growl like moan escapes his lips. His cum fills your mouth. He pants, “I wanna see, open your mouth.” He pulls his cock out from your mouth, you stick your tongue out showing his excitement. “Good girl now swallow, look at me while you do it, nasty bitch.” You do as you’re told looking up in his eyes as you choke down his fluid. He really needs to drink more water. “You’re beautiful, so desperate to reach your end”, he cups your face and smiles. He reaches up to unhook the cuffs from your wrists. “Show me what you do to yourself while reading these things. Do you use your toy or your beautiful fingers?” He questions with his hands playing with your still erect nipples.

“Both”, you muster out, he smirks. He guide your hands down to your core as he assists you making soft circles along your clit. You moan arching you back to get more from the hand movements that are being created.

“Oh that’s a good girl. I bet you’re thinking of me? How good I feel inside of you.” You moan you eyes flutter close savoring the movements. “That’s such a good girl”, he removes his hands letting you take the show. He watches your body, your movements. In his eyes this is as close to heaven as he could ever get. “You’re so beautiful, can you cum for me?” He cups your face placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your tummy coils, your pace quickens as you reach your end. The Euphoria rushes over you leaving you dazed and sleepy. “Good job baby.” He coos. Your legs clench around your hand as you work your way through you self inflicted high. You move your hand away from your pussy to reach out to his messy black hair and pull him in for one more kiss.

“Thank you Grayson.” You smile, “I missed you so much. I really wanted to see you before I start school tomorrow.” You add. He shifts in the bed finding something to clean your juices up with.

“ I know my love, it took a lot of convincing Bruce to let me come back early to give you a proper send off”, he winks wiping you down with an old towel. He tosses it to the side when done, and lays down next to you stroking circles onto your back.

You shift over to be facing him on the bed, “what happened?” You ask cupping his face in your hands. He just sighs and hugs you close.

[merbear25]

The joys of music

Music is a wonderful means of self-expression. Being able to connect with its melodies, lyrics, and bands is something that should never be taken for granted. It's just an added bonus to be able to share this with someone.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, fluff (excluding Caesar)

Mihawk, Caesar, Corazon

Mihawk: dark wave, post-punk, and cold wave. Examples: Twin Tribes and HAPAX

He'd find this type of music soothing. It'd probably help him relax after a long day of being surrounded by many chaotic characters and situations―letting himself get lost in the sound.

You'd find him sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the music.

After a few moments of listening with him, you'd comment on how charming it is.

Opening one of his eyes to look at you, he shifted his sight on the dancing embers.

Slowly getting up, he stood next to you, extending his hand.

Taking it with an inquisitive look, he lifted you up and held you close.

Swaying to the beats, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back and the other careesing your hand: you'd look dreamily into each other's eyes.

Placing your head on his chest, he'd hold you closely. Your souls intertwining with the melodies being played.

Caesar: cabaret metal and avant-grade metal. Examples: Tardigarde Inferno and Stolen Babies please ignore how on the nose this one is 😂

This type of music is often referred to as circus metal, and a lot of the music videos (especially from Tardigarde Inferno) are trippy, which remind me of Caesar. To me he's a walking acid trip.

Conducting experiments and research can take hours upon hours, so it was nice to have something on to boost his spirits.

The circus-like background with the added dark themes was the perfect inspiration for him to think of ways of testing out his newest brain-child on one of his many lackies.

Being enticed by the tunes dancing down the hall, you followed them to find Caesar happily leading someone into a chamber and pulling an ominous lever.

Regretting having found him in the middle of the trial and error portion, you slowly backed away from the entrance.

Unfortunately, your awkward hesitation caught his eye.

Greeting you warmly, he tried to coax you into coming over to him.

When seeing your eyes dart nervously to the chamber, he was quick to add, "Don't worry about this silly contraption! I'd never do such things to you." The softness never left his voice.

Corazon: Indie pop, progressive pop, alternative rock. Examples: The Real Tuesday Weld (linked to a specific song I think he'd love) and tallyhall

I think he'd appreciate the storytelling with these bands/genres. They hold a lot of emotion and are paired with light melodies. He'd probably also like when these are mixed with more upbeat moments.

Laying down on the grass, Rosinante cloud watched while he eased his worried thoughts.

The entrancing stories flowing through his earbuds teleported him to another reality―one where everyone would be safe from his brother's rising threat.

Enjoying the gentle breeze passing over him, his peaceful moment was abruptly put to a hault.

You startled him―seemingly popping up beside him out of thin air.

Releasing his 'silence' he asked if you needed something.

Kneeling down beside him, you told him you wanted to know what he was listening to.

Lending you one of his earbuds, his anxiety sudsided when he saw your face soften to the music.

Throwing his 'silence' up again, he enjoyed having you lay down next to him. The wind was picking up, causing the leaves above you to rustle and letting more sunlight peak through their gaps.

[happy74827]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could just write a very fluffy Marty McFly imagine of him and the reader being two idiots in love! THANK YOU!!!

Stupid With Love

[Marty McFly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Who would've thought that a simple trip to the mall would change everything?

WC: 3,530

Category: Fluff

Oh my god a Marty request?!? I’m literally so in love. Thank you so much for requesting this!! Completely made my day 🥹🥹

『••✎••』

One of your favorite things about the weekend was just the pure, unfiltered, raw freedom it brought with it. You got to do things that you weren't usually allowed to do on a school day. Sleep in until noon, stay up all night long, and the best part of all, you had the weekend to spend with Marty Mcfly, your very best friend and the person you had the biggest crush on.

You could say your relationship with him was a bit complicated. The two of you had been best friends forever, but there were times when you thought there could possibly be something more between you, times when you wished there could be something more between the two of you.

He was always so sweet to you, and he seemed to like spending time with you. He'd come over to your house all the time to watch movies with you or to “study,” which was code for lying in bed listening to his new records while you played with his hair.

Sometimes, you could've sworn he was flirting with you, but then he'd do something that would make you think otherwise. One second, he'd be telling you about his day, and the next, he'd be talking to one of his female classmates, who you swore he wasn't interested in. It was confusing.

You were lying on the bench of a park, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sounds of the birds. A peaceful Saturday afternoon, or so you thought.

Just as you closed your eyes, taking in the sweet serenity, your Walkman was snatched out of your hands, and your earphones were ripped out of your ears.

Your eyes snapped open, and you looked to your right to see none other than the boy you'd just been thinking about.

The smirk on his face told you that he was planning on giving you a hard time. Fortunately, he was nice enough to block the sun from your face, casting a shadow over you.

He looked even better today if that was possible. His hair was perfectly tousled, and his blue eyes were shining.

He was dressed comfortably, wearing a simple dark shirt and his signature denim jacket. His jeans were cuffed at the ankles, showing off his worn-out Converse.

You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to hand you back your music player, but he didn't budge.

Instead, he rested his skateboard on the bench and hopped over the back of it, taking a seat beside you.

He placed your Walkman on his lap, holding it close to him. You were a little frustrated, but the smile on his face was making you soft.

“How’d I know you’d be listening to Kate Bush again?” he asked, his tone playful.

You narrowed your eyes at him, reaching over to snatch the device out of his grasp, but he was quicker than you, pulling it away from you and standing up. “I mean, what even is this? ‘Hello Earth’? Sounds pretty trippy.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about her like that; she is an angel and a very talented musician. Only an idiot would fail to recognize that, and I guess that makes you an idiot.”

Despite the clear annoyance in your tone, he just laughed at your attempt to insult him. It was almost like he found your irritation endearing.

His smile was infectious, and it was hard to be mad at him when he was smiling at you like that. You tried your hardest to remain annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest, but you couldn't hide the grin that was making its way onto your face.

You could tell that he noticed because his smile grew wider.

"What's wrong? Is it too hard to look at the sun?" he asked teasingly, tilting his head down slightly so that his hair fell into his face, casting a shadow over his features.

You scoffed, sitting up and resting your elbows on your knees. "I've looked at you enough for one lifetime."

"Oh, you wound me." he feigned a dramatic frown, bringing a hand up to clutch his chest.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, reaching out to grab your Walkman again, but once again, he was too fast.

"I swear to God, McFly. I'm going to kill you!" you threatened, glaring at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it back, but only if you let me buy you a slushie." he negotiated, holding the music player high above his head.

"A slushie?” You were a little suspicious. That was the last thing you'd expected him to say. He seemed a little too eager to give you back your Walkman, and the glimmer in his eyes told you that he had something else in mind.

He nodded enthusiastically, the excitement obvious in his voice. "Ah, you’re right. Milkshakes are much better. How about a milkshake?"

"Marty... what are you up to?"

"Nothing! I'm just being a good friend. Letting you enjoy a delicious cold treat.”

“And holding my Walkman hostage is considered a friendly gesture now, is it? I see how it is."

"Aw, come on, please?" he whined, pouting his lips and making puppy dog eyes at you.

You sighed. Damn it, how were you supposed to say no to him when he was looking at you like that? "Okay, fine."

"Great! Let's go." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the bench, not letting go of your hand as he grabbed his skateboard and started walking.

You didn't say anything; you didn't pull away from him; you just followed him as he led you to the mall, rambling on about the new music that he had bought the other day. A part of it sounds like a hit to the music you were listening to earlier, but you chose to ignore it for the sake of peace.

As soon as the two of you reached the entrance, he let go of your hand. The sudden lack of warmth caused a pang of disappointment to shoot through you, but you brushed it off.

You'd held hands before. It was nothing out of the ordinary. He didn't like you like that. If he did, he wouldn't have done it so casually. He wouldn't have let go.

He pushed the glass door open for you, smiling politely. "After you."

You raised a brow at him. "Such a gentleman. What's with the chivalry, McFly?"

He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "What? I can't treat my girl, right?"

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" you asked, your heart thumping in your chest.

He paused for a second, looking slightly panicked.

"W-well, yeah, I mean- y-you know, as friends- you're like my best friend, so yeah..." he trailed off awkwardly.

"Right."

That was definitely a lie, but you didn't press him on it, afraid that you might make things even more awkward.

The two of you walked in silence, the only sound being the chatter around you. It was a little uncomfortable, the tension thick.

Finally, he broke the silence. "So, uh, where do you want to get the milkshakes from?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. We could go to the food court. There's a really nice burger place there, and they have milkshakes."

"Alright, sounds good."

What sounded good was the fact that the food court was on the opposite side of the mall, which meant a lot of walking. And therefore, a lot of distractions.

You weren't really interested in shopping, but Marty certainly was.

You couldn't count how many times he'd stop at a store and say, "Hey, that's a cool shirt” or "Hey, look at that poster. Isn't it amazing?"

Every time he did, he'd turn to you, waiting for your reaction. He'd look at you with such an eager expression, and his eyes would shine so bright. He looked like an excited child on Christmas morning, and it was adorable.

However, out of all the things he mentioned and pointed out, only one had caught your attention.

It was a vintage music box. It was a beautiful thing, a deep red color, with intricate designs carved into the wood. It was a work of art.

You could tell that he noticed.

"Do you like it?" he asked, leaning forward to get a closer look.

"It's gorgeous," you admitted, smiling as you examined the carvings before lifting the lid of the music box. The familiar sound of 'Edelweiss' began to play, filling the room.

Out of all the songs in the world, this was one of your favorites.

Marty seemed to share your sentiment. His lips were curved into a soft smile as he watched you.

He had an almost wistful look in his eyes, but it disappeared the second he noticed you watching him.

"What?”

"Nothing. Just, uh, just thinking."

"About?"

He smiled, and it wasn’t one of his usual smiles. It was warm, soft, and full of tenderness. You were stunned. You had never seen him look at you like that. "Just how good those milkshakes are gonna be."

You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks.

"Right. Milkshakes," you said, shutting the music box. Your heart stung a little at the sound of the song ending, and seeing that price tag did not help. So, with a sigh of resignation, you turned around, walking away from the beautiful artifact.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"We're here for milkshakes, remember?” Your voice was flat, and the words sounded hollow. “Let’s go."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, and without a word, he followed after you.

He was quiet for the rest of the walk, but he kept sneaking glances at you.

As soon as you reached the food court, the smell of food invaded your nostrils. Your mouth began to water, and the sound of your stomach growling broke the silence.

"You hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good, 'cause I'm buying."

"Marty—”

"Don't argue with me," he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look on his face told you it was pointless, so you gave up and allowed him to lead you to the burger place.

The food was delicious.

You'd eaten there many times, but it never failed to amaze you. The taste was heavenly, and the way it melted in your mouth was indescribable. Not to mention the damn milkshakes. They were incredible.

Marty's choice of food was not as fancy as yours.

He'd chosen the most basic burger with no toppings. It wasn't surprising. You'd learned over the years that he was a man with simple tastes. Even his milkshake was as basic as can be.

Vanilla. His reasoning behind it? “True classics never go out of style. Simple and delicious, what more could you ask for?"

You couldn't really argue with him on that.

The two of you sat there, talking about nothing and everything, joking and laughing. The time seemed to fly by.

You didn't realize how much time had passed until you found yourself alone by the fountain in the center of the mall. Marty had just gone off to the bathroom, leaving you to wait for him.

You took a sip of your leftover milkshake, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. Honestly, this had been one of the best dates you'd ever been on.

The thought made you pause. Had this been a date?

It definitely hadn't felt like one, but then again, this was Marty. When has anything been normal with him?

Maybe it had been a date. Maybe it was just his weird way of asking you out.

As if on cue, he walked back over to you.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" he asked, taking a seat beside you and resting his arms on the edge of the fountain. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response.

That’s when you noticed it: a small piece of grey material sticking out of the pocket of his jacket. That definitely wasn’t there before.

"What's that?" you asked, pointing to it.

He looked down, noticing what you were talking about. "Oh, that? It's nothing."

"Oh, really? Cause it looks like something.”

"You must be seeing things."

"Marty,” you deadpanned, shooting him a look. He ignored you, though, instantly getting distracted by a flashy poster hanging on the wall across from you.

He was staring at the poster, his jaw hanging open. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, and you were the present under the tree.

You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention.

"Marty. What's that thing in your pocket? What did you do?"

He tore his gaze away from the poster, turning his head to look at you. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Guilt? Fear? Nerves?

Whatever it was, it wasn't a good sign.

"Jeez, you really gotta kill the mood, huh? Can't a guy be happy with trash in his pocket?"

"Trash? You stuffed… trash in your pocket?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

"Cause it’s your trash." And with that, he pulled the small piece out of his pocket, which happened to be a grey plastic bag, and held it out to you.

Within a minute, you went through all the stages of grief, denial being the first.

"What the hell?" you asked, staring at the bag incredulously.

He grinned, holding the bag open and waving it in front of your face.

You took a second to examine it. Small, but not overwhelmingly so. A pretty shade of red, with silver and gold designs etched into the sides.

Your eyes widened in realization. By the ever-growing smirk on his face, he could tell that you'd figured it out.

"You did— I can't believe you did that!"

"It's nothing, really," he said, feigning indifference.

"Nothing? How did you even afford this? I looked at the price tag earlier, and I almost passed out. This thing's expensive!"

"It wasn't that bad. I mean, yeah, it costs a fortune, but what's the point of saving up if you can't spend the money on something cool every once in a while? I wanted to buy it for you, and I did."

"Marty..." You didn't know what to say. How could you express just how grateful and touched you were? “This is… This is way better than my gift.”

"Hey, we don't have to worry about that now. The important thing is that we both got each other—” It seemed as though his mind caught up with him because the second the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in panic.

"Wait, what?" He turned his head to face you, his eyes wide. "Did you just say that you got me a gift? You stole my idea?!”

You shrugged, trying to act casual. You failed. "What? I didn't say anything."

"You said you got me a gift! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was saving it for later when it was appropriate."

"And is this not appropriate?" His tone was teasing, and a small smile was starting to form on his face.

"It wasn't. And I still can't believe that you did that. The music box was way too much. I should've gotten you something better. Something more deserving."

"Well, you didn't. So, where is it? Come on, don't keep me waiting. Let's see what you got."

"Fine." You took a deep breath and reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out a small square-shaped item wrapped in brown paper.

"Wow, classy."

"Shut up."

He took it from you, unwrapping the paper and examining the contents. His expression went from excitement to shock to… confusion.

"Uh, thanks?" He held up the gift, which happened to be a Walkman… but not just any Walkman. It was your Walkman.

"Yeah, you're welcome. I saw how jealous you were, so I thought I'd give it to you."

He snorted. "Jealous? You do realize I have one of these, right?"

"But not this one."

"So?"

"So, this one is special. What do you think I was doing at the park, sitting all alone in the middle of nowhere, listening to music?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"I was listening to this." You pulled the headphones out of your pockets and placed them over his ears. "This is a mix tape. All of your favorite songs. I spent weeks compiling them."

His expression changed again, his face softening. "How did you—"

"I have my ways. And, yes, I did throw in Kate Bush. I know you hate it, but… I like her."

"Of course you do."

You smiled softly.

"I know it's not the greatest, but—”

"Not the greatest? Are you kidding? This is amazing. I could literally kiss you right now— I mean… not literally... but, yeah, you know what I mean. This is great. Thank you."

You nodded, your heart fluttering.

"You're welcome. And thank you for the music box. I could kiss you too— not literally, I mean, well, you know what I mean."

"Right."

The two of you were silent for a few seconds, neither one of you saying anything. The air was heavy with tension, but it wasn't the bad kind. It was the good kind, the kind that made your heart race and your palms sweat.

The kind that made you want to kiss him.

He was looking at you, and the look on his face made your heart melt. It was soft, tender, full of affection and love. His eyes were shining brightly, and they were filled with wonder, admiration, and excitement.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, he let out a nervous laugh.

"The more I think about it… maybe it would be better just to kiss you, y'know?"

"Oh, yeah, I agree."

He laughed, his gaze drifting to your lips. His pupils were dilated, and his breathing was shallow. Oh… Oh.

"You’re actually… wow, okay."

That made him pause, his brows furrowing.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just… nothing."

He stared at you, confused. "No, come on, what is it?"

"I thought you weren’t… well, I mean, you don't look the type."

"Type?"

"Y'know, the romantic type. You just never struck me as the sort of guy who'd do stuff like this. And don't take that the wrong way because it's a compliment. It's just… I totally thought you were kidding.”

“What? Kissing you?”

You nodded.

His face fell, and he let out a humorless laugh.

"You really think I'd joke about that?"

"I don't know. We're friends. You've never shown any interest in me. Hell, you're always making fun of me for being so romantic and shit. Ironic, since you bought me the most romantic thing ever."

"Well, yeah, but that's because… I mean, why wouldn’t I be interested in you? You're beautiful, funny, smart… I can overlook the bad taste in music."

“Well, I can overlook your obsession with Pepsi. But just a little bit. Coke is way better, and you know it."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, whatever. But I am interested. I just didn't know if you were interested, and I didn't want to ruin anything, y'know? But then you made me that mixtape… and you know what they say about gifting music, right? It's, uh, it's very symbolic.”

"Right.” You nodded, smiling along with his rambling.

"I mean, who makes someone a mix tape anymore? Especially if they hate half the songs on it? That's pretty serious."

God, you were so gone for this boy.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"And what exactly do you think I'm saying?"

"That you have feelings for me."

"I mean, I have very… very strong feelings for certain aspects of you. If you get my drift." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Your subtlety is astounding."

"Oh, yeah, you know how it is. But, uh, yeah. I guess I'm saying… that I like you. A lot. And not in an 'I-think-you're-really-cool-and-we-should-hang-out' kinda way. In an 'I-wanna-kiss-you-and-hold-your-hand' way."

"Wow."

"What?"

"Just, wow. That's probably the cheesiest thing you've ever said. And the sweetest."

"Hey, if it works, it works.” He smiled again, and you felt a warmth spread throughout your body. “So, what'd ya say? Want those future milkshakes to be a little more official?"

"Only if you agree to one thing."

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And, what's that?"

"Kate Bush stays on the mix tape."

"You drive a hard bargain." His breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "But, I think I’ll be able to make the sacrifice."

"Yeah?”

"Yeah."

And with that, he closed the distance between you. His lips were soft and warm, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

His hands cupped your face gently, and he pressed his forehead against yours. The two of you stayed like that for a while, your breaths mixing together just like the songs on the mixtape.

And, as you stood there, surrounded by the smell of food, the sound of laughter, and the feeling of Marty's hands in your hair, you couldn't help but think…

Marty McFly, you’re one hell of a romantic.

[hollowslantern]

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[project-v175]

Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

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Chapter 13: Stealth in the Forbidden Forest

Venus looked on at the sight in front of her. Tall trees with leaves so thick even the gleaming sun looked like nothing more than a flickering lamp. She knew this forest. It was there, deep in her blood and memories. She had seen it multiple times throughout her life. She even spent a detention here, caring for the life within it. The Forbidden Forest. A small chill ran uo her spine. It wasn't the dark that she feared or the dangers within it. She had no fear at all. Only a small calling whispered in her ears at the back of her mind. Alastor stared at her in question. Her emerald green eyes seemed a bit too distant, too glossy. This could be a problem.. but what was the problem? Was the water too close? Or too far? Did the woods mess with her mind? Perhaps they did. He had never brought a mermaid, let alone one who could perform magic, into these woods. It was possible that the atmosphere, so full of hazy fog, had a trippy quality about it.

"Well? How bout it, eh? You ever been here?" Alastor nudged Venus in the side. Her eyes snapped to him, then returned to the woods slowly. This would definitely be a problem.

"Yeah.. yeah.. once. Maybe twice. It was ah- detention, i think. Supervised." Her voice was even more distant. Quiet. Faded. She nodded absent mindedly, then took a step forward.

Alastor began towards the woods. He eyed Venus Distracted was not a good look on her. The scrunched up focus looked better.. What was he even thinking? She's young, and his apprentice at that. She stepped on a branch, and her body rolled forward. The glaze on her eyes vanished almost instantly and was replaced with shock. Alastor turned on his heels, grunting as he felt the prosthetic twist awkwardly, and caught Venus in his arms before she hit the ground. She looked up to find Alastor nearly glaring at her. His narrowed eyes, or eye in this case, looked her over for injuries. She was fine, just rattled.

"S.. sorry, Alastor. I think it's the lake. I can feel them." Venus stood up, flexing her now rolled ankle. Great. This just made things a lot easier. She stood merely inches from Alastor. The heat from his body warmed her skin and left a tingling sensation in her abdomen. She hadn't felt this emotion before. The warmth on her cheeks, fluttering of her stomach. It was like she was embarrassed, but what of? The fall? Or being so close?

Alastor let his shoulders relax. Seeing Venus all hunched over, hiding her face in the shadows and speaking like a scolded child, left an awful taste in his mouth. The girl was tiny in front of him, especially up close. He dwarfed her. Was she intimidated by him? By merlin, he hoped not. His index finger slipped under her chin for a mere moment. Her eyes turned upwards towards Alastor, then back to the ground.

"Fight them. This'll make for a good lesson. Try to focus. On finding me." Alastor began hobbling away again without stopping this time, a small smile across his scarred lips. He was gone before Venus had realized what Alastor meant.

Find him? What the hell does he mean? He doesn't really mean.. she has to walk through there, alone, does he? This was his idea of stealth training? Venus looked forward at the treeline. She had been left standing where she tripped. "Ugh! Is this seriously his idea of stealth training?" Venus groaned as she began stepping over branches and pushing past stray leaves. She had no clue how to find Alastor. The fog was so thick that she could barely decipher a tree from his build. On several occasions, she felt herself gasping at a gust of wind. Surely Alastor wouldn't make her walk all the way through the Forbidden Forest alone.

...

Leave her he did. He did, indeed. Venus could feel the temperature dropping now. Her hands ran up and down her arms, attempting to soothe the goosebumps standing on her skin. She could still feel her people calling for her. Her resolve strengthened gradually to a firm ignorance. She could barely feel them unless she really focused now. The air had slowly shifted, and it wasn't just the temperature. She hunched over and knealt to the ground. Her hand landed in a sticky mud puddle. The shape of the puddle became clearer, ut full of water. A rough boot print with a smooth one just ahead. She waved her hand over the water. Small droplets rose from the ground. The stringy moonlight overhead made them glitter and dance as one giant blob. "What.. the.." she mumbled to herself. Had she always done that? She could feel her people tugging at her mind but also pushing her forward. Was this their doing?

A smirk crept over lips. The water was pulled from the ground, leaving a trail of dry footprints to guide her. "Now i see you." Venus muttered.

She followed the trail. A fleeting feeling of accomplishment wrapped around her stomach and mind. She could run. Oh, how she would love to run up on Alastor, but this was stealth training. She wanted him jolting from her arrival. And jolt he would, covered in water. His footsteps led her in circles, but she was relentless. The forest, once full of nature sounds, became eerily quiet. He was close. She could feel it. The droplets of water collected and fell from her hands. Only a small waterballoon shape was left in her hands. A soft grunt gave away Alastor's position. He knew she was there.

Venus stopped in her tracks. A sick smirk crept over her features. Her footsteps were light, easing slowly over leaves. She pulled her wand out of her sleeve, sending a small blast towards Alastor's feet. He yelped out and sent one back. Venus's eyes widened. The ground was squishy beneath her back as she rolled behind a tree and out of Alastor's sight. Of course, she knew he could see her through the tree with his eye. At least he couldn't touch her through the thick trunk.

"Venus! That best be you! I ain't goin' easy on ya!" Alastor called out. He began smiling when he heard her giggle. She was good at this, so far. Her giggled turned to a squeal when Alastor sent a small ember at her head.

"EEK!- Alastor! What was that for!" Venus leaned over the other side of the tree and sent out an Experlliarmus charm. Just as Alastor was deflected with Protego, she rolled out from behind the tree. With the water bubble in hand, she drew more water from the earth. Alastor's eyes widened. All he could manage was covering his face before being splashed. His entire front side was dripping, and Venus was squealing happily at her triumph.

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Author Note

OH MY GOD. WHEN I TELL YOU, I HAD THE BIGGEST WRITERS BLOCK I AM NOT KIDDING. I also started classes again this week, and i have a free period, so I will most likely get on this again. Very soon. My love for Professor Moody has also been rekindled due to my new pocket pal, so YAY.

[neptunejheart]

Happy Monday!

Today has been successful so far. I had a wonderful time being outside the house. It was great to get out, take a walk, & get a different perspective.

Isn't it kind of wild that we are in a body on a planet in space? That consistently blows my mind. Existence is kind of stupid the more I think about it. We have this amazing planet & yet we are living by some of the most ridiculous rules. Sigh. I don't hate all of it though. Mostly cus the only peace I have found living here, is pretending it's a video game or a movie. If I don't do that, I fear I will lose my mind again.

I will continue to be present & Earthed & see how that plays out for me. Sigh. What could go right? Ya know? What's the best that can happen? Everything somehow works out for me no matter what. It is what it is.

I cried a bit even while I was out. I've been crying a lot lately. It feels good honestly. It feels like parts of my soul that haven't been held in a while is being seen & embraced. Everything is hitting me deeply. The concept of life that is. I am really alive on a planet floating in space. Idk man, that's still trippy to me. REALLY think about it. I have died & yet I am still here. Life is a trip. I am forever having deep realizations about existence. I wonder if that will end someday. Who knows?

I hope you had a great start to the week as well. Please take care of yourself & know that you are infinitely loved. Thank you for reading. I appreciate it.

Much love, Neptune. 💜

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[animxpossessed]

I keep noticing this strange bouncing back and forth between different modes and states of being. Modes being more specialized reoccurring distinctive states. It feels like being this glob of sometimes dissonant sometimes harmonious spinning balls of energy that are supposed to be one and the same. Then along with this I have the other beings but I prefer to call and treat them people as that's what I believe they are, that spawned from a mix of unconscious contents and splintered ego matter that speak to me through my mind. When my already unstable and highly maluable psyche was forced to cope with severe amphetamine abuse, withdrawal, a trip I wasn't ready for, and the loss of a connection I cherished deeply and that had taught me what it meant to love.

It began the opening my heart's eyes when they were previously blind. Imagine a really intense earworm, so intense you start to hear it but it seems to be faint most of the time but lacks directionality. Now replace that song with voices. Voices of other conscious human beings with their own emotions, beliefs, and subpsyches. Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be them. Locked away in my psyche dependent on communicating to me through visions, voices, muscle tension, twitches, and making my eyes cry despite lack of any emotional trigger I am at all aware of, other than usually the presence of something that I know tends to upset and trigger them.

Sometimes, when I get particularly stressed or stoned, they begin to try to speak through my mouth, I can feel it tense up and I can sense this desire for something to come out of my mouth. My jaw will tighten, and twitch, my lips sometimes twitch preceding this. Sometimes they cause this energy to flow through my muscles and nerves that causes me to jolt, spontaneously recoil, or jump suddenly. Some of them are tied to the capacity to feel certain emotions.

I call the loving one Amory, the hypervigilant, judgemental, and paranoid/semi obsessive compulsive one Vigila, and the one that's caused me the most trouble and awakens and talks when me or the others are overloaded or too vulnerable, is named Lucy. There are others but those are most notable.

I almost forgot. The centipede one. It almost seems more like a group and usually coincides with the vision of a psychedelic centipede with a smiley face but I usually only see it's face and silhouette in most cases. This visions usually occur on the backs of my eyelids. One predicted the future at one point. Not sure what to make of all this at this point. Dissociative, Psychotic, Spiritual, or all of the above?

Sometimes I simply see what the others are thinking about on the back of my eyes. I remember, one time, getting high and seeing multiple possibilities of how a game could go or be perceived while playing an FPS. It was like seeing overlapping and overlaying perceptions of various collapsed/collapsing potentialities.

Trippy.

When the mania kicks in I get hyper abstract, focused, and my thoughts eventually feel psychedelic. I sometimes semi jokingly refer to this level of mania as hyperspace. I'll get sea legs in this state sometimes as if my head really is trying to communicate with my body from hyperspace. I'll stumble around and bump into things as if I'm drunk or very tired despite being utterly wired. Other times I just spontaneously need to move and get this almost violent and ragingly intense desire to run, shake, or move quickly and erratically in some way.

It's like living with all these out of sync moods, states, modes, and parts that all synergize with each other. I've once felt like I was achieving nirvana or samadhi, with this sensation of closing my eyes and spinning counter clockwise as pure tranquil pure and carefree consciousness in a void. It was so peaceful I wish I could induce that state at will. It was after my second stay in a psych unit. Which was relating to jumping in front of and getting hit by a car after the end of a 3 day fling with an long-term friend (no, not the same love interest I kept going on about in my post about my first shrooms trip.) that I wanted to turn into a deeper long lasting relationship. It was my first time having someone cuddle and hold me and love me and for the longest time that had been always been what I wanted. I was devasted after it's dissolution. God. I just want to be held again by someone I can connect to in that way. Way over that particular person though and back to primarily being concerned about the woman mentioned in my shroom experience. If anyone at all. I feel distant from love but I'm starting to crave it again from processing things and that started about an hour ago.

I'm seeing the number 44 a lot. I much prefer 111 and 1111. 44 is confirmation and reassurance. 1111 is peace, fate, and unity.

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[fortheloveofblogging]

The best trip ever!!!

The planning was on for months. Vacation applied 6 months prior to the trip. This was the kind of dedication we had for this trip.

I was here in Gurgaon working for an MNC and my very good friends Sayantan and Rashi work as risk managers for a bank in Bangalore. This trip happened in May 2022 and had many reasons to happen. 1. We hadn't met in a long time. 2. My friends in Bangalore were tired of their tedious life. 3. It was Rashi's birthday (23rd May). 4. It was my wife's birthday too in the same week (27th May). 5. It would be "trippy" to celebrate two birthdays on this trip. 😂

We reached Bangalore early morning at 6 AM and the journey from the station to their house was more than 30 km. If you are in Bangalore this is the minimum travel distance to meet someone in the middle of the city. This is the reason I don't like Bangalore a lot. So we reached and Sayantan who was half asleep opened the door just because he thought that the maid has come. It is just like everywhere; people don't matter at all, but maids do. After a full afternoon of chit-chat, we left in the evening to get our rental car, which we planned to drive all the way to Munnar. We made all preparations for Rashi's birthday at midnight. We called some of her friends, we cooked, they drank and we played. At midnight it was "Happy Birthday Rashi" ❤️😇

Once all of the other friends left, we cleaned up the house and got all packed up for our trip. We left at 3:30 AM in the morning on the 23rd of May. I, Shalini, and Rashi were on the verge of sleeping since we didn't get rest in the last 24 hours. Sayantan on the other hand, the night owl and our only driver, was beaming with energy. I was sitting on the seat next to the driver, to give him company on this 12-hour drive. But I could not keep up with the expectations and started to nap at intervals. Bumps on the road or brakes on the highway were my push to wake up and act like I was not asleep. Our itinerary was planned in such a way that we would stay in Munnar, Aleppy, and Munroe Island over a span of 5 days. But no one knew that our plans will fail so desperately.

Anyways, the journey was tough and exciting at the same time. Sayantan had a hard time just before we were to reach our destination. We had coffee and Maggi at regular intervals during our journey. Finally, at 3PM, we reach Munnar's homestay which we booked for ourselves. It was a 2-floor cottage with one room each and it was huge and beautiful. Sayantan and Rashi took the top floor and we took the ground floor. We got freshened up and napped for a while and it was 7 PM quickly. Afraid that we won't be getting any food to eat in this remote area, we dressed up and rushed to the nearest market. Thankfully we got all the Maggi, coffee, and milk powder packets as our backup. Later we found a great place to eat named "FRIENDS Restaurant" where we ended up having dinner every day for the rest of the trip.

Today was a new day (24th May). The view from the property was amazing. Could, mountains, peace, and tranquility, all in one place. It was a romantic stay I must say. We had our breakfast and tea at the hotel itself and left for sightseeing. Today's destination was "Top Station". As the name suggests, it was a very high altitude point, and although it was just a 50 KM drive but took us 3 hours to reach since we had to stop at every picturesque location on the way. We found a beautiful location while returning from the Top station where we put up 4 chairs and simply enjoyed the view with some music and food. After experiencing a beautiful sunset, we got all ready to get back home and suddenly Rashi realized that she has misplaced her work spectacles which were very important. We stopped at each point on our way back to check the area but we were out of luck. The poor girl had to wear her power sunglasses for the rest of the trip.

The next morning (25th May) we were welcoming Rashi's recently married friend Sakshi and her husband Manish. Post breakfast we all left for an adventure ride at "Ripple Adventure Park". There we had to zipline from one end to another and cycle back to the first point. The feeling was really amazing since the river flowing under us was looking magnificent. Sayantan was scared as hell and it took a lot of convincing to get him to do it. But finally, we all came out of there very happy. Next, we left for the "Matupetty Dam". It was raining heavily so we took our time to reach there. The rain was continuous so we only managed to get a few pictures. We came home, had dinner, played some games, and went to bed. We loved Munnar so much that we canceled the entire itinerary and requested the owner for extending our stay by three more days. We still had hope but in the end, the owner agreed. Our lazy asses were very happy that night.

Today (26th May) we had a lazy start to the day. Manish and Sakshi had taken the car and went sightseeing while we were still trying to wake up. In the evening we went to a bridge nearby and sat on the stones to listen to the water flow. It was very soothing. It was raining heavily on the hills, hence the water level increased and we have to run from there. We left for a stroll, in our car of course, and caught glimpses of the waterfalls near to us. Post sunset we went to the market as we had to make some preps for Shalini's birthday tomorrow. Sayantan was busy buying masalas and we booked a very local cake at a local store in the market. I was not in favor to take it but we had no other choice. The last shop we visited was a bakery "Annapurni by Nimi's Recipies" and trust me it was simply amazing. I got another cake from there and I prepared a wishlist of the things I will take back from here.

Sayantan has already asked the homestay owners to arrange for a bonfire tonight on the occasion of a birthday celebration. We were given wood and kerosene oil for the same. Before midnight struck, I, Sayantan, and Manish put in all efforts to light up the bonfire meanwhile the girls were getting ready. The preparations were done, the cake was ready and so were the party poppers. It was great fun with all six of us. We partied, played dumb charades, and did a little dance as well. A very very happy birthday wifey!!! I wish to make your upcoming birthdays more special. And thanks to all of you guys for making it awesome.

Since the night was long, we still had to get up early today (27th May) as I had confirmed the jeep safari guy to be at our location at 11 AM. We left in a Thar for a 2-3 hour ride that covered 5 different locations in Munnar. Some of the locations were "Hanging bridge", "Ponmudi/Idukki Dam" and "Nadukani Para viewpoint". The locations were very good but the off-roading experience was something we would take back with us in our memories. After completing the safari, we were dropped back at the homestay. Manish and Sakshi had to leave in the evening for a different location so we quickly had lunch and dropped them at the bus stop in Munnar market. They are really great people. Today was our last night in Munnar so we left for the Madupetty Dam once again. We had to find a beautiful location for our pictures and we did find a very beautiful spot. Shalini really loved it. We had our full of pictures and drove back in the rain after sunset.

We checked out of the homestay (28th May) at the usual time of 10 AM since we wanted to avoid traffic. While coming to Munnar we spotted a place where we had to trek down from the road to the riverfront. The river was flowing in a very thin stream there. We kept close attention while returning and found that place. We took an hour's break and enjoyed the view there.

We had our lunch and dinner at roadside dhabas. Sayantan drove really well and we reached our home in Bengaluru after midnight. Everyone was super tired so we all crashed. We had our flight to Delhi today evening so Sayantan planned to prepare chicken for lunch.

This trip is very dear to me. I celebrated my wife's 30th birthday with some amazing people by my side. I wish we can have more such plans in the future. Leaving you all with the best picture of the trip. Until then Hasta-La-Vista baby.