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Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Marilyn Monroe (How to Marry a Millionaire, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Some Like It Hot)— Ngl I thought you all were lying about sexual attraction until I saw Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

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Hedy Lamarr:

The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

Marilyn Monroe:

She's amazing!!! A classic bombshell, as well as a strong women who overcame so many obstacles. She also advocated for others, like Ella Fitzgerald.

That fucking saxophone that cuts in whenever she appears on screen in Some Like it Hot

I mean, it's Marilyn Monroe. She's adorable. She's gorgeous. She funny. She's the total package

She's the original American sex symbol, an iconic beautiful woman with eyes you could get lost in, legs for days, gorgeous hair, and a cute tummy. Her voice! Just listen to her voice!!!!!

She is considered one of THE sex symbols of the 1960s and one of the greatest actresses of all time! She HAS to be on this list!

no vintage movie woman is more iconically hot

People are most familiar with pictures of her in the white dress or the Happy Birthday Mr President one, but imo she is at her most beautiful and looks most comfortable when she is photographed by women like Eve Arnold

It’s Marilyn Monroe. If Aphrodite was an actual person, she’d be Marilyn. Do I really need to say more?

What can I say that hasn't been said? Marilyn's legacy is so much bigger than she was in life. She's a defining symbol of 50s and 60s Hollywood sex and it's obvious why. She was absolutely stunning and the camera loved her.

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☆ WHAT THE POETS' HOBBIES WOULD BE (IF THEY HAD NORMAL LIVES AND FREE TIME) ☆

MEEKS: something tells me meeks would be really into rollerblading or skating? idk i can really picture him as a skater boy, and i can see pittsie coming with him to try it out! meeks would be very chill about it, not trying to learn the coolest tricks or something, BUT he'd totally bring his skateboard everywhere and the poets would tease him about it like oh hey mr cool, do you skateboard? that's so cool i'm SWOONING, good that you brought it to the theatre in case there's a skateboarding emergency

PITTS: photography/videography. if he lived today, pittsie would totally be a youtuber, but i can see him always taking pictures or even "vlogging" in the canon era, too! he just enjoys capturing these memories, and at the end of every year, he'd do a sort of "best of this year" with the poets- i also see him as a big plant dad, not sure if he'd do it in the 60s though? but i can picture pittsie having several little succulents. oh and baking/cooking!! meeks always snacks on his stuff before it's ready and it drives pittsie insane

TODD: i know everyone's convinced todd would be into crocheting, but i honestly don't really see it? no hate whatsoever, i get where people get the idea but to be honest i think crocheting would make todd frustrated/anxious. this boy needs movement, something to do so his mind shuts up, and i think that's swimming. i honestly think todd would be a really dedicated swimmer, maybe to the point where it gets a bit unhealthy because he just throws himself into it to turn his thoughts off?

CHARLIE: yes this one is kinda obvious but charlie would totally pursue music if he had the time and means- he seems so passionate when he plays the saxophone, it's one of the few scenes where we get to see him not joking around, dismissing things with a quip and smirk, but earnestly enjoying something. charlie wouldn't only play, I totally picture him going to jazz clubs and loving to dance there and chat up girls. oh he'd also play video games as soon as they're available!

KNOX: i've mentioned this before but knox would 2000% learn how to play the guitar, and then proceed to play it at dps meetings and with chris. i know it sounds super douchy but honestly, i think knox wouldn't even notice that it comes off as annoying sometimes? he just really enjoys playing the guitar and wants to share that with others. also seems like someone who'd love running, i can see him being one of those people who go on 1 hour jogs in the morning :') Oh and drawing! But he'd be quite shy about it.

NEIL: this is so hard for some reason? 😭 i mean obviously he'd act, and probably go to the theatre quite often on top of that- i also think neil would like cycling, but other than that it's pretty difficult for me to think of what his hobbies would be- i kinda see him as just hanging out with friends a lot and going to parks etc. to chill when he's not at rehearsal. feel free to share your ideas if you have some!

CAMERON: dancing. he's SO ashamed of it and only does it in the comfort of his own room, but if cameron could do anything he wanted, i think he'd do ballet? HELP GUYS I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I FEEL SO SURE ABOUT THIS, CAMERON IS PRETTY MUCH BILLY ELLIOT IN MY MIND BUT HE NEVER GETS TO PURSUE BALLET/DANCING COS HE LIVES IN A TIME AND SOCIETY THAT DOESN'T ALLOW THAT?? WHY IS THIS SO CANON TO ME???? also crosswords.

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A few general comments about the music headcanons

Imagine Humphrey passionately rapping Slim Shady. I can't. I fucking can't. Dexter is in the crowd supporting him and so is Meeshell but everyone else is in disbelief.

One time, late at night, Ramona comes inside the dance room searching for Justine and finds Duchess dancing and kind of screaming to Rabbit Hole's "Violet" in a fit of feral rage and she goes out of there thinking "ok, ok, I get why she and Sparrow are kind of a thing."

Faybelle daydreams about her grand entrance as the Dark Fairy being set to Britney Spark's "Break the ice". Briar would be 100% for it were it not for the fact she wants to rebel.

With that said, Fay also once made an entire choreography among her six faithful fairies set to this mashup of Hollaback girl & Barbie tingz and she is extremely proud of it.

The entire Pink Squad sings to Katy Fairy's "Last Friday Night" on road trips and while cooking. One day they shoot a fan music video that is just the real life music video but with Ginger as Katy, Briar as Rebeca, Hopper as the nerdy guy (yes, Ginger is living the dream, and so is Briar. Hopper...not so much), Cupid as the jock, and Cupid's uncle Dionysus as Kenny G playing his saxophone solo.

Dexter & Raven went to a Taylor Quick concert together and it was the place they had their first kiss. While listening to "Enchanted".

Marina & the Diamond Cards is native to Wonderland and distantly related to Lizzie, who sees her as a fashion icon. When Duchess found out she basically begged her to take her to meet her.

Yes, Goldie Lockes, Blondie’s mom, did somehow manage to become the new wave sensation Goldie. I would like to believe this happened after her story was finished.

Little Red Sheeran is distantly related to Cerise (& Ramona) and Sparrow but none of them like acknowledging that because these are emo-punk-rock kids who obviously don’t want to be associated with a pop guy (especially Sparrow). Also, yes, he wears a little red hood.

[starlost97]

— muse.

summary: Charlie found the muse he needed to his most personal love poems.

tags: almost? a smut, abstract, worshipping, gn!reader.

characters: Charlie Dalton, Mr. Keating (mentioned).

warnings: insinuations of a smut?, very abstract, reader's clothing is not specified (only the material).

a/n: so sorry for taking so long! I got sick in the middle of writing this (not I-have-a-cold sick, more like throwing-up-food-from-a-decade-ago kind of sick) so it took me way more than it needed to. I might rewrite this later but I didn't want to keep the person who requested waiting any longer!

word count: 443.

requested?: yes!

Charlie Dalton never expected to still nurture such love for poetry even after finishing school. His room in college was full of books about "the biggies", as Mr. Keating loved to call. Not only that, but some works of his own too.

He loved to surprise other people, it didn't matter how. It could be by playing the saxophone or showing how weirdly broad his vocabulary was.

However, his poetry was something that few people had the honor to listen.

Sure, he had shown some random things he wrote in class, but the ones that he truly poured himself in it were guarded to the deserving only.

And you were definitely one of them.

When he saw you alone, sitting at the barstool, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. His knees almost failed him, and with that only he already had the beginning to the poetry inspired by the masterpiece of you.

He watched you for a while, getting jealous of the silky cloth around your torso and how it slided around your waist.

Charlie didn't remember how he approached you, because when his lips touched yours, everything else didn't matter anymore. His hands were on your body and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As he removed the fabric from your body, his breath was mercilessly taken away from him. Not only because his lips weren't on you anymore, but also because your heavenly curves were much more that he could ever imagine.

His mouth was soon brushing against your skin again, and each sound gained from you made his whole body ache for more.

"It's ridiculous how obsessed I already am." He muttered, pressing his lips against your skin, feeling your scent. "Are you a witch or something like that?"

"I might be." You joked, gaining a smile in response.

It didn't last much, however. Charlie was more focused on grazing his lips all over you, leaving some kisses behind as a way of showing his appreciation. It was his way of thanking you for blessing him with the power to worship you.

Something that he definitely didn't take it for granted on that night, under the weak light of the tiny unisex bathroom hidden inside a cheap bar, thrilled with the risk of getting caught.

The most unexpected place to find his muse.

But isn't that the beauty of love?

It makes us feel alive.

Charlie maybe didn't love you yet on that night, but he loved being passionate over you.

He loved so much that he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to live without it.

And he wasn't going to find out.

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𐚁֙࿐ missin' you ! gojo satoru ︱ your ex-husband misses you so much, but most importantly he misses your pussy too...

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 ... mdni, soft dom! gojo, sweet and passionate sex, tummy bulging, dacryphillia, missionary, creampie, breeding, unprotected sex, gojo cries (?!?!?), remarriage, body worship, somewhat fluff towards the end, and aftercare :p, lmk if i miss any !

it's been years since you haven't seen satoru, but you didn't see him for a reason. it's been 5 years since you last saw him, and you wish you could see how he's doing or how he has changed. is he still the same since you last saw him? or did he change completely? those questions filled up your mind, making you stare into space as you zoned out thinking about this. but really, the reason why you left him was from this stupid arranged marriage that his and your parents had planned before, using this for business inquiries and to build a better bond between the two of the families.

your friendship with him ruined ever since this happened, not having proper conversations together and all you could respond to him was with a dry "ok." and he didn't clap back at you whatsoever. you felt guilty and might aswell play the role on being his wife, but you couldn't. he was your friend, and he would of course be surprised if you gave him some affection on a random tuesday and probably gain an ick towards you. that's what you at least thought before, but for satoru it was the complete opposite, he knew that he's doing this arranged marriage for buisness and not for actual love but damn he really wanted to get your attention towards him.

he didn't do much during these times but to just mind his own business, silently craving for your attention. he somewhat enjoyed those silent afternoons with you, being comfortable in your presence even though you didn't say anything. you were his safe place and he was yours, but the both of you didn't admit to it and that's how you ended up in this situation. you thought that maybe it was best to have a divorce with him, your mind was overthinking with nasty thoughts on what could happen if you were still with him until this day. once you brought up the conversation on having a divorce with him, he understood and didn't take things too far. you both knew that if you go separate ways things would be better, maybe at least find true love and not marry your best friend, have kids with someone that loves you and not forcefully have babies with your best friend just because your mother said so.

once the divorce actually happened you never felt so guilty in your entire life, satoru might've looked like he didn't mind about it but he also felt guilty aswell, he knew he would miss you for a while; missing seeing your pretty face, your smile, your voice, your fragile body, he just miss seeing you. and you knew you felt the same way as he did, but it was for the best, you two were eighteen when this even happened anyway so why even bother? getting married so young was no good for you, you both weren't even prepared from doing so. of course satoru might've been a good friend, but a good husband? you didn't think so, but maybe seeing him as a good boyfriend didn't bother you.

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you sighed, drinking the last bit of the whiskey that was left on the glass, your mind now focused to reality after being lost in your thoughts. you closed your eyes for a moment, letting this whole situation sink in into your brain as jazz music filled in the air, the saxophone letting out its melody and creating a eargasm to you. the strong scent of alcohol and various type of drinks lingered through the air, and the dimmly lit lights in the bar made the scenery more romantic for the couples around the area.

you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, causing the charms of your pandora bracelet to jingle a little. you were getting lost in thought again before you heard a somewhat deep and a familiar voice speak next to you, a small 'hey' being heard as you turned your head around to see who was talking to you,"... you alright?" the man asked and that's when your eyes widened in shock,"no fucking way..." you whispered to yourself, your ex-husband is right next to you, at the bar, asking if you were okay.

satoru chuckled, amused seeing your surprised reaction. his looks changed a little, he seemed more broad, more muscular and beefy than before, his hair grew a little longer and he was more handsome. his ocean eyes glimmering within the dimmly lit lights only to make him sexier, his tight fitted black shirt showing each muscle in his body, his shrivled abs flexing whenever he moved and his biceps having little veins along the way. his hands were bigger and a little rough, only to be paired with more veins aswell. oh how you regretted on divorcing this man.

"satoru?" you whispered, turning your body to him as you looked at him up and down, satoru grinned before he spoke again,"that's me..." his expression seemed to be cocky, enjoying your expression,"wha- it's been so long..." you stammered a little in your sentence, your fingers fiddling around as you felt a little nervous,"i know it has, surprised seeing you here alone so i thought you needed some company," oh that made you have butterflies, you awkwardly smiled before turning your head to the side and satoru sneered, seeing you get shy all of a sudden. admiring your black dress, the way the fabric hugged your curves, and the way your breasts were all perked up, your lips puckering up as the gloss shined through the dim lights, your eyes averting his gaze to look somewhere else, and how you bounced your leg.

"gettin' all shy now that you've seen me after five years, pretty girl?" he teased at you, keeping that cocky aura within him as you grumbled in annoyance, you were supposed to ignore him after all of those years, but the way you wanted to get on your knees right now and give him the most toe curling head of his life as a way to show him how much you missed him, but of course you couldn't, not in public.

"shut up.." that's all you could say, trying your hardest to hold back the urge on doing something inappropriate. satoru raised an eyebrow, his shit eating grin still plastered on his face coming just a little closer to you and his eyes lingering around your body, noticing your nervous body language,"y'know..." he said slowly, his big hand moving to touch your thigh and gently caressing it, taking things a little further and making your heart rate speed up,"i know you miss me, and you know i miss you too, so..." his lips moved closer to your ear, your nostrils taking the scent from his expensive cologne on his collar while he whispered softly to your ear, causing your body to shudder from his deep voice and making you feel more aroused, tightly crossing your legs and holding yourself back from soaking up your panties with your juices, but it was no use and you're already wet.

"let's give this another chance, 'kay?"

he grabbed you by the hips, making you sit comfortably on his lap while he still didn't let go of your lips. his tounge dancing with yours desperately as his soft whimpers fill in the air, your delicate hands brushing through his white hair as you pressed your body closer to his, closing the gap in-between the both of you. his grip was firm but also gentle, soft pleads escaped your lips, clinging onto him as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, slowly lifting it up to reveal more of your thighs.

you moaned softly, gently bucking your hips against his and hinting him to go further along with this which only made satoru even more exctied. he let's go of your lips, taking a moment to catch his breath after a five minute make out session even though he could spend days and nights kissing your sweet and soft lips. he huffed, his hot breath fanning over your parted lips as his hands went under your dress, feeling the lacy fabric of your panties before pulling them slightly down,"satoru..." you whined again, your hands clenching on his broad shoulders as your body trembled.

"baby..." he whispered before stripping away your panties, the dress still being left on but it was an easier access to enter your pussy, although he did want to see you all nude and in display for him, seeing your nipples perk up and harden and your inner thighs being covered in your slick, watching your tits bounce by every time he thrusts deep into your sensitive pussy, that's what he wants to do later on. satoru shivered, biting his lip in anticipation before he immediately switched positions with a blink of an eye. he's now ontop of you, his large figure covering almost half of your body.

his hands slip into your dress again, lifting it higher until he sees your tummy and your drooling pussy on full display just for him and him only, oh how he missed seeing you this way. you grew a bit embarrassed by it, turning your head to the side before satoru grabbed your chin to look at him,"look at me pretty girl, no need to be shy." he turned soft all of a sudden, his cocky aura fading away and he was more careful and gentle around you, even though later on he would fuck your brains out until you turn into mush. your eyes followed his, locking eyes with one another as your chest was heaving up and down, his eyes followed every inch of you; the way your lips parted and the lipgloss almost loosing its shine, the way your pretty eyes sparkle whenever you look at him, and the way your eyelashes batted and fluttured from each move he made towards you. he adored you, you were so mesmerizing, so breathtaking, and he was a one lucky bastard to have you.

"god you're so beautiful..." he muttured softly, his voice dripping like sweet honey that was music to your ears, his soft lips kissed your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips. he kisses you with much passion, spilling out his love and devotion for you,"i miss you so much.." his lips traveled down to your neck, peppering it with small pecks as his nose took in the scent your french vanilla perfume, your scent making him even more addicted to you. you couldn't help but blush, his breath tickling your skin as your body shuddered, causing your nipples to perk up again. he realized that and smirked against your soft skin, his hands moving lower down to your hips before he let's go for a moment. with full anticipation he started getting desperate, his hands finding a way to his belt before he eagerly unbuckled it, biting his lip as he didn't even bother looking down to his pants. all he was focused on was you.

"i miss the way you feel..." he breathed out, finally managing to undo his belt that all could be left to seen was his boxers, his bulge being visible in the thin fabric that a little wet patch of pre cum was being shown,"i miss the way you touch me..." his hands fiddled around your dress again, almost wanting it to rip off,"i miss the way you kissed me..." his fingers slowly managed to strip away your dress, leaving you completely nude,"and god- i miss your voice..." his voice cracked and he felt completely overwhelmed, his eyes drinking you in and his pupils dilating. his pleading expression made you feel in awe, how could you leave this man? he's still the same from before, although his looks slightly changed. your breath hitched, as his hands took yours, your fingers intertwining with his as he felt your soft hands making contact with his,"please... take me back..." he pleaded, biting his lower lip again as you looked down to see his erection.

your breath hitched, were you really doing this? was this actually happening? this feeling was a different level, but it was too good to not stop anyway. your hands moved across his body, his muscles tensing up as he gulped, his adam's apple flexing on his throat. your fingers trailed down to his stomach, almost making it's way to the waistband of his boxers and satoru's heart picked up its pace, his breathing becoming a bit ragged while your fingers slipped in to remove the last piece of clothing he has. satoru was melting from your touch, causing a soft moan to escape his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment, his body shuddering from excitement and also from being anxious. so many thoughts filled in his mind that he couldn't think straight, it's like reading a book but you aren't actually reading the words like you're supposed to, that's how satoru feels right now.

"want you so bad..." he mewled when he said "bad", biting his lip in anticipation as he waited for you to take off his boxers fully, to expose his length and his throbbing cock. you see him become desperate, he was already desperate ever since you two started making out, as soon as you pulled down his boxers your eyes went wide. he's big, how would it fit? would it hurt? you chuckled nervously as you stared at his cock for longer than a minute,"wanna put it in," he mumbled before he fixed his position, coming closer and pressing his body against yours and feeling every inch of his muscles, his body tenses up slightly, his hands raising up your legs as you wrapped them around his waist, giving his waist a good squeeze making him let out another moan. his hands were still placed on your plushed thighs, his fingers gripping them firmly as the tip of his cock makes contact with your pussy lips, making you shiver.

your hands clasped the bedsheets tightly, chewing down your bottom lip as you resisted on letting out a moan, satoru's eyes gleamed in pure admiration as his crystal blue eyes locked with yours. his chest heaved as he slowly pushed his hips further in, making you feel the fat mushroom tip of his throbbing cock, you could already feel him twitching and he barely put it in. he let out a low moan, gripping your thighs a bit tightly as your breath caught your throat, making you let out a choked moan,"baby s'too tight..." he panted as he tried to buck his hips further in, only to receive a short squeal from you,"fuck- i know baby, i know..." he softly whispered, his voice trembled and his hands shook, nervously gulping as his adam's apple flexed in his throat. he moved his hips slowly, as a way of spreading your pussy to align his size and to take good shape,"tell me if it hurts, okay?" his hands gave your thighs a reassuring squeeze, you nodded gently as satoru finally slammed his hips into yours.

a gasp escaped your lips, gripping the sheets for dear life as the tip of his cock bulged into your tummy, his cock throbbing and twitching as he was now balls deep inside of you. satoru grunted, his hands shifting into your waist and pulling you in as leverage, he kept on mumbling 's'tight' each time he tried to move his hips, your gummy walls hugging his cock tightly as you felt every girth and vein that flexed in his cock. your breathing was irregular, short gasps filling in the air and the smell of sex lingering in the bedroom,"please- move satoru..." you pleaded, your hands moving up to his biceps, making satoru shiver from your touch,"m' tryin' baby..." he groaned as his hips stuttered with each thrust he tried to achieve, he was getting vocal and he was starting to get the hang of ramming inside of you, one of his hands let go of your waist and pressed against the soft mattress, bucking his hips harder all the while he receives lewd moans from you.

"you're so beautiful.." thrust,"so pretty.." another thrust,"so good..." and another,"j-just for me.." he praised you, sweet moans and low growls escaping his lips,"we're gonna be married again," these words made you tighten more around him, whining out his name as your legs squeezed his waist,"gonna make you have my kids," his tip brushed against your sweet spot, making your toes curl and your eyes roll, his tip was still visible in your tummy and with each thrust he could manage to make it shows every fucking time, turning him on more. his hips rammed into you further, kissing your cerivx and every single inch, not missing a single thing to make you feel good. you chanted his name repeatedly, tears streaming down your cheeks as satoru's lips parted into a gentle smile, seeing your fucked out demeanor is so cute to his point of view.

"my baby, my sweet girl..." he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear when he's desperately thrusting into you, his touch is gentle but also firm, keeping you in place just enough for him to have a good angle for him to fuck,"d-don't leave me, never." his voice broke, his grip slowly getting tighter and his hips going just a tad bit faster,"mm-mm, nonono i won't, never ever.." you babbled, clinging onto him like glue as your nails dug into his skin, leaving faint scratch marks against his porcelain skin. he groaned softly, trying to take things in a much easier way, his hands shifting positions around your body, caressing many places as a way of reassurance, holding you like you're precious to him, he's doing all of this while he's desperately thrusting into you.

more tears threaten to spill from your eyes, your eyelashes fluttering as they were soaked with your salty tears, being filled to the brim with his cock was too much for you that you started growing senstive,"fuckfuckfuckk! 'toru gonna cumm!" you slurred out, already feeling yourself come to the edge of breaking, his hips rolled into yours as he hissed sharply,"shitt- sososo tight!" he moaned, his body trembling with pure ecstasy,"mygod baby, gonna fill you up so good," his lips parted, his fat tip kissing your cervix and his cock twitching uncontrollably from how close he is also, a ring of cum being shown on his shaft as it mixed with your slick, everything was so messy, so hot, so good, so passionate that he wanted to last longer, but the overstimulation was growing more into him that he couldn't bare with it any longer.

his hips stuttured again, feeling it become inconsistent and sloppy that with a few final thrusts you could feel thick ropes of his warm seed pump into you, your toes curled, your body stiffened, your eyes rolled, and tears continued spilling out of your pretty eyes, his seed filling you full that some bits spilled out of you. satoru let out a low moan, feeling his cock throb again and grow senstive, your gummy walls clenching his cock for dear life as you milked him like a cow, you muttured his name like it was a prayer and you clinged onto him. your body shook, your legs twitched and flinched and everything felt a pure bliss, so many things happened all at once, so quickly but it was worth it. satoru looked at you with a sheepish smile, giving you a look like 'what did we just do?'. your eyes glimmered, your grip on him loosened as your body relaxed, soft breaths and the rhythm of yours and his heartbeat thumping at a steady pace. even when you're fucked out you were still beautiful, so charming, and so elegant. seeing your hair being sprawled in the pillows, your soft lips being parted to let out heavy breaths, your chest heaving, and your body growing tired. every feature made satoru adore you even more,"will you take me back?" he blurted out suddenly, his crystal blue eyes swallowing you in as he took a good look of you to be locked in into his memory, letting this whole thing be stuck into his core that he can remember each and every day.

his question lingered in the long silence before you broke it,"of course..." you said with a small, genuine smile that made satoru melt from happiness,"really?" he whispered, his voice shaking again as he couldn't belive that you said 'yes', he was getting giddy that tears were forming in his eyes, he looked so beautiful this way but you felt bad, many emotions were corrupting you right now that you didn't know how to feel, but you most certainly feel happy,"mhm..." you nodded, your hands caressing his cheek and gently wiping away his tears, after five whole years of not seeing eachother, you now finally have the chance to call him his again, without any arrangements or without any forced marriage, he was now fully yours.

"don't cry, hey-" you tried to reassure him with words of affirmation but it was quickly interrupted with a kiss, a desperate kiss, a passionate kiss, the one where he bottled up his emotions and finally spilled it out by giving it to you, his devotion, his affection, his care, his love, is all being spilled towards you from just this kiss. he let go for a few moments, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he smiled warmly,"thank you," he purred softly, his body still being attached into yours and not letting go by an inch, pure happiness, serotonin, ecstasy, bliss was what you two were feeling right now. you two caressing one another with care, and actually being together without any issues. you have him all by yourself and he has you all to himself, what a lucky encounter, what a lucky night to spend it at a time like this, if this didn't happen then it would be the same routine, but now it changed because you two have eachother, and you two would never let eachother go for any other reason.

a/n: HOLY SHIIIITTTTT this is the longest I've wrote and omg i never felt so proud, anyways i gtg and pass out cus i'm so tired 😔

© do not plagiarize, translate, copy, or steal any of my works. all writting credits go to me and me only.

[irkimatsu]

I hope The con is still going well for you! You can answer this when you get back if that's easiest for you (Go have your fun!!) I'm back with another albeit much less horny request. Maybe it's that I need Keith David to lull me to sleep, maybe it's that I know deep in my heart of hearts that Husk had a Frank Sinatra Vinyl collection in his life, who knows. But I wanna see something cute and fluffy with Husk and music, maybe like Dancing around his room to My Funny Valentine, or Somethin' Stupid. Just cheesy fluff for his❤️

I'm so sorry for how long this took, but I want you to know that this prompt has been consuming my brain ever since I first saw it. I've never heard "Somethin' Stupid" before, so I went and looked it up, and oh my god I love that song for Husk. I just had to write something! Here's some fluff with Husk singing to Reader, there's dancing and confessions and god he's so cute I love him so much~

(If you've never heard the song before, I recommend you listen along once Husk starts singing it! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_t2gNCXYbY)

You may not be sure of the specifics of Husk’s feelings for you, but however deep they go, you’re grateful for the time he spends with you.

On this evening, the two of you retreated to his bedroom after dinner, to have a drink and some conversation before it’s time for him to open the bar again. You don’t often join him here, but you’ve never for an instant suspected his intentions whenever he invites you. You’re sure that he simply enjoys having one-on-one time with someone without having to worry about others asking him to serve them drinks, and that’s all.

Would you mind if his intentions ever went further than that? You try not to think about that too hard, for fear that your hopes won’t align with his.

For now, you’re happy to sit and chat with him, sipping the sweetly sour red wine he’s poured and listening to the record he’s chosen to play. He seems to have a story for every song on the record, from concerts he’s attended all over the world, to the inspirations for his own performances, to unrelated memories he just happens to associate with the playing songs for reasons even he’s not sure of.

You love every story he has to tell, but your interest is most piqued whenever he speaks of his days in various bands. You may not know what he looked like when he was alive, but you can still see him so clearly on a brightly lit Vegas stage, fingers gliding over the saxophone that he describes with just as much wistful passion that he would use for a past lover. You can see him lowering the saxophone from his lips to start singing, all irritated gravel drained from his voice as it flows through the air, warm like honey, deep timbre filling an emptiness in your gut that you didn’t realize was there before now.

“I’d love to hear you sing more,” you say as he finishes another story about his life as a performer, clearly fond of the days he spent on a stage. “You’ve got a great voice.”

“More?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow. “When have you ever heard me singing at all?”

“You sing all the time when you’re working behind the bar,” you say. “I don’t even think you notice it.”

Husk coughs slightly on the sip he was taking of his wine, but manages to swallow it down with no further incident. “Shit… you’re right, half the time I don’t notice. Cleaning glasses is just so damn tedious, you know? I gotta pass time somehow, and if I’ve got a song stuck in my head I just-”

“You don’t need to explain,” you interrupt. “With a voice like yours, you can sing any time you want. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to hear it… I know I like hearing it.”

Husk hums thoughtfully as he takes another sip of wine. Is it just you, or are his cheeks faintly flushing from your compliment? Maybe you’re hoping for too much.

After draining his glass and gently setting it back on the table, he lifts himself up from his chair with a grunt. Without explaining himself, he heads to the box of records by the record player and starts flipping through them.

“I could… sing right now, if you want,” he offers, not looking up from the box. “I don’t get to perform much for other people anymore.”

“I’d like that,” you say as you try not to read too much into the gesture. Husk singing to you… for you… you’re sure it doesn’t mean anything and that he’s just showing off, and yet…

“Ah, here we go,” he says as he lifts a sleeve from the box. With great care, he removes the currently playing record and slips it into its own sleeve, then withdraws the new record and settles it in place. After he lowers the needle, gentle guitar strings begin emanating from the player. A few seconds into the song, he begins to sing, and you realize that there are no vocals on the record; the only voice you hear is his.

“I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend the evening with me…”

As he sings, he approaches you, feet stepping and tail swishing in rhythm with the song. He stops in front of you, and as the next line begins, he holds his paw out to you with a small smile.

“And if we go some place to dance, I know that there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me…”

“Who says that I wouldn’t?” you say as you take his hand. He chuckles softly as he pulls you to your feet and resumes singing.

“Then afterwards, we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two…”

As he sings, he takes your other hand and holds both of them at chest level, his palms pressed against yours, firm claws and silky fur holding your hands in place.

“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’...”

Your heart gives a single heavy beat at those words. You can’t read too much into it, shouldn’t read too much into it- it’s not his song, he’s singing it but he didn’t write it-

But then why did he choose this song to sing for you-

Before you can spend too much time worrying about it, his claws begin skimming down your bare arms.

“I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before…”

They trail up to where your shirt sleeves begin, then take their rest on your shoulders.

“And though it’s just a line to you, for me, it’s true, and never seemed so right before…”

Where are you supposed to put your own hands now? You end up settling them on his hips, and his wings lightly flutter in response, his expression glowing at your touch.

“I practice every day to find some clever lines to say, to make the meaning come true…”

Either one of you could pull the other closer and close the agonizing inches-wide gap between you, but you, at least, can’t find the nerve to make that move. You settle for swaying with him, allowing him to set the pace as he sings.

“But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late and I’m alone with you…”

Has he always been this handsome? You may have acknowledged your attraction to him months ago, but in that moment, you see him in an even brighter light than you ever have before. His golden irises shimmer as he stares at you with lidded eyes, his pupils blown wide; he hasn’t taken his gaze off you since the moment he took your hand. His mouth is curved into a small smile, and his sharp fangs do nothing to demean just how soft his expression is as he sings to you.

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and oh, the night’s so blue…”

He shifts his arms so that they’re under your own, palms rested on your back, and finally takes the chance to pull you closer, your chest flush with his.

“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’...”

You slide your hands from his hips to the small of his back so you can pull him closer in turn, your waists now touching.. He gasps slightly, his smile gone in favor of a look of surprise, and he stops singing. Did you distract him?

“Sorry, I-”

“Shh,” he says simply before returning to silence, swaying you in time with the music. Has the room always been this warm? No, it’s not the room- it’s him, now pressed closer to you than you ever thought possible. The smile’s returned to his features now, his gaze boring so deeply into you that no force in Hell could draw it away. He’s wearing the same cologne he always does, a woody scent that blends so right with the scents of whiskey and tobacco that always cling to his fur. You’ve always associated that scent with Husk, and standing here surrounded by that fragrance is where you’ve belonged for such a long time but never had a chance to be before now.

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and oh, the night’s so blue…”

He’s finally started singing again, his voice wavering more than it had the last time he sang that line. You probably wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t busy tuning every one of your senses into him to the exclusion of all else.

“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’...”

His breathing is slightly heavier, and you could swear you see a tear beginning to form in the corner of his eye.

“I love you… I love you…”

“I love you,” you respond in tandem with him, and before you can think, you’re pressing your mouth to his. The kiss is so fleeting, giving you barely enough time to savor the softness of his lips or the taste of wine on his breath. His eyes are wide open as you withdraw, still unable to pull away from you.

“I love you,” he sings one more time as the music fades, and follows it with a kiss of his own. His mouth is so gentle against yours as he turns his head to slot your lips together. He doesn’t move his mouth, content enough with the simple contact, though his claws do slightly grip at your shirt. His hot breaths ease into your mouth in a steady rhythm, neither of you moving an inch. Another instrumental has begun to play from the gramophone, but Husk shows no interest in singing along to it. You’re okay with that; as much as you love his voice, him continuing to sing would mean him breaking the kiss.

He makes a surprised, cattish noise as you comb your fingers through the fur on his cheeks and pull him in more firmly, but makes no move to break away from you. Warmth, scent, softness, taste; every one of your senses pleads so desperately for this moment to never end, to be permitted to indulge in him for the rest of your afterlife.

But eventually, he finally withdraws, much too soon for your heart’s liking but at a great relief to your lungs. He laughs nervously as he jerks back out of your grasp, lifting his paws off of you and drawing them closer to himself, out of your reach.

“Sorry,” he says, still trying to laugh. “Got carried away-”

You silence him by grabbing his cheeks and kissing him again, this one much more brief.

“Don’t apologize,” you say before kissing him once more. He still keeps his hands to himself, but he allows himself to enjoy the kiss for as long as you’re willing to give it.

“...I picked that song for a reason,” he admits when you finally break the kiss. “I’ve been… wanting to say something for a while.” He lifts a paw and gently caresses your cheek. “It’s just… been so long, you know? Since I’ve been with somebody. And usually when I’m with somebody, it…” He averts his eyes from you, his ears slightly drooped in shame. “...I’m not easy to handle. Never was, and I’m especially not now.” He laughs derisively. “So it really is stupid of me to think I should say I… well…” He trails off, apparently unable to get the words out when he can’t hide them in a performance.

“You should say stupid things more often,” you assure him as you wrap your arms around his neck and peck him on the nose. “I said it back, didn’t I?”

“You sure you know what you’re getting into?” Husk asks.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he laughs. The energy between the two of you is electrifying, you’re so sure he’s about to kiss you again-

Instead, he yelps in pain and jerks away from you.

“Husk?! Are you okay?!”

“It wasn’t you,” he assures you as he gently rubs at his throat. Despite the gentle tone he’s trying to use with you, you can tell by the way his ears have flattened that he’s pissed. “Just time for me to reopen the bar, that’s all.” His volume lowers as he grumbles to himself. “Someone’s gonna throw a fit if he doesn’t get his fuckin’ rye…”

“I wish we could have spent more time together,” you say. “You could have sang more… and we never finished the wine…”

“How about we pick this up later, after the bar’s closed for the night?” he says. “I wouldn’t mind having you up here more often.” He’s smiling again; it’s not a large one, but it seems you’re able to get his mind off his stressors, if only for a moment.

“It’s a date,” you say, returning his smile. You share a final kiss, much too short for your liking, and let him get back to his work.

You wonder what other “stupid” things he’ll have to tell you later.

[127lovegalaxyperson]

I AM STARTING AN WELCOME HOME THEORIES (YAY)

due to my hand cannot draw bc too painful, so I start some theories

well.........since I cannot get into the welcome home page(idk why),I got to the welcome home wiki and check sth

(I like MUSIC AND ARTS,so it might be related to them)

the reason why I do this is because of these

Warning:mostly about the relationship between Eddie and Frank but THIS IS JUST A THEORY OF MINE

IN ARTS

the welcome home character's favourite colours

Wally-red

Sally-orange

FRANK-YELLOW(I cannot find the colour )

Poppy-green

Howdy-teal(I cannot find the colour )

Barney-blue

EDDIE-PURPLE

Julie-pink

(I capitalize Eddie and Frank bc my theories related to them)

I suppose everyone (artists)may be familiar with this

This is a color wheel

if you guys notice Frank's and Eddie's fav colors

they are the opposite side of the wheel

this is called an opposite color (ig,my art teacher taught me but I forgot the name) ,meaning that they aren't meant to be tgt

For example:red is opposite to green and blue is opposite to orange(you can see it on the wheel)

so I have been thinking........Frank and Eddie aren't meant to be tgt but they do love each other (the giveaway is that Clown uses "Esperar pra Ver" by Evinha to describe the relationship between Frank and Eddie and in that time,LGBT was forbidden so they separated them in the workshops ,but Clown sometimes shows their relationship outside of the Welcome home page)

and if you look up the personalities of these two favourite colours:

Yellow was meant a joyful,*kind* and had a funny sense personalities

Purple was meant royalty, full of passion and imagination, great in art(creative),*but the personality is quite sensitive so it's quite hard to know their true personalities.*

the personalities in these colors that they liked were meant to be each other.

Eddie is a helpful, kind person (in yellow)and he is great in arts and crafts(this is in purple which some of them represented his personalities )

Frank always frowns but if someone becomes his frds(like Julie ),He showed them a warm,KIND and quite JOYFUL(in yellow) personalities(and you can say he HAS a funny sense for A PAIR OF SOCKS), just like the description in purple as well(meaning that he is quite sensitive to show his true personalities to anyone but his friends)

They packed up each other's missing personalities (For examples:Frank's sensitive personalities (no offense)matches the purple personalities which was the only thing Eddie didn't have,Eddie's ultimate kindness (I know Frank might have but not as much as eddie)matches the yellow personalities which Frank MIGHT not have that much)THEY ARE LITERALLY LIKE A PUZZLE WHICH IS A PERFECT FOT FOR EACH OTHER

Eddie and Frank cannot not be tgt in the Welcome Home cartoons (just like the opposites of yellow and purple) but they would always love each other as in a relationship(fixed each other's missing colour personalities ) and this might be a unfinished love story due to the cartoons actually showed their love for each other(not that obvious )but we all know that something might happened to Eddie in the next update,just continued to be the opposite sides for each other like yellow and purple.(Frank actually sang a song which is a metaphor of him being alone in the end,meaning that Eddie won't be with him anymore)

In music

I IMMEDIATELY PUT ALL MY LOVE ON THEM ONCE I KNEW THEY COULD PLAY DIFFERENT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS INSTEAD OF JUST RANDOMLY SAY THEY PLAYED PIANO,VIOLIN OR STH.

what the Welcome Home character's played

Wally-mostly none but he will play the drums just for fun

Sally-singer and a concert conductor

Frank-Bassoon

Poppy-vibraphone

Howdy-triangle

Barney-trumpet and trombone

Eddie-violin

Julie-saxophone

these aren't actually a great group of musical instruments when it comes to group tgt as an orchestra (tbh,I would wonder how Sally will do and conduct music with these instruments, I tried but failed) .For an example, in Eddie and Frank,they won't be a great duet between those two instruments (they might but when I tried to find ONLY those two tgt,I only found a few)

At first I didn't pay much attention of these,but I might have watched too much Game Theory during these time which made me think of sth--does this actually meant about their friendship at the end.(Eddie was underrated and ignored,almost being controlled by home if it wasn't for Frank's help while Barney bullies some of the cast in welcome home,Frank began to sent help by sending videos for us to know about what happened in it,Wally is already being controlled and maybe something will happened to Julie due to the next update was related to her) their relationship almost like the instruments they played now-- some of them were not always matched or played well tgt.Their great relationships they had is beginning to corrupted due to Wally was in 'the control of Home'(I thought about that),making me feel like they are not the same as the original ones in their cartoons

'BUT HEY!THAT'S JUST A THEORY! '

-Game Theory

who knows what might happened in welcome home in the future,this is just a theory of me,a person who only watches the homepage by watching others watching it,theorize it.But through the Welcome Home Wiki,I would never actually made these in the first place.By knowing what happened and the fun facts in it,not all of the people will actually ended up searching clues in the wiki lol

[thevoiceofnv]

Cecil is listening to the music.

It’s such a lovely, pleasant orchestra, his house at night. He could listen to it 𝑎𝑙𝑙 night.

The rhythm of the stars sparkling in the sky, the French horn of them playing bright and warm, metallic and twinkling, rich and velvet. They fill the night, light up the dark, give the moon’s tuba an accompaniment. The brass above their head is so beautiful.

The night air is woodwinds, ringing like the windchimes Esteban made out of rabbit bones and jingle bells and streamers, hanging on their front porch. When the breeze moves along, the flutes sound; when the temperature cools, there is a saxophone in the distance. The wisps of clouds that gather above, the mist that slinks along the ground, are clarinet and bassoon; they fill those small gaps in the sound.

Night Vale is nearly a cacophony— it is almost chaos— but it is just enough to make sense. The streets are paved with piano keys; they make sweet music whenever someone takes a step outside. His neighbors are pipe organs, harps, keyboards, harpsichords, a medley of music that fits into odd angles and breaks off in pieces and still becomes a puzzle-picture all the same.

Their home is all the string, strung up around him in lingering notes. The walls are built on violin; the foundation of the house is a double bass. The light fixtures are low, dark, humming with cello. Everywhere there is the comfortable, crowded, familiar feeling of home, and it is carried along by the viola.

Esteban is his percussion section, his joy, his enthusiasm made whole, his heart outside his body. His passion is his snare drum; his curiosity is his timpani; his devotion is his cymbals. Cecil can hear a tambourine in his son’s energetic exclamations, and there is a pounding bass drum behind his skin, a power he is still growing, that rises in tempo all the time.

Carlos is a whale song. The frequencies are plentiful, beautiful; there are layers to the music inside of him. He is patterned, and he is rhythmic, and he is something that can both be explained and cannot. He is sonar; he is undersea; he is from the beginning of time, and will last until the end. The ringing call of him echoes through Cecil’s mind, an accompaniment to the orchestra around him as he curls into Cecil in bed, face buried in his throat, arm wound around him, legs tucked into his, a hand planted on his belly. His breath spreads warm across Cecil’s heart; the song is built of familiarity and love. Family.

There is such an orchestra around him. He’s not sure he is the composer— he’s not sure there is a composer— and it’s so beautiful, all the same. Maybe even more beautiful for it.

And all these sounds— the sky, and the city, and their home, and their son, and his husband, and his music— all sing together into a symphony, a philharmonic, incredible and impossible. Cecil closes his eyes and hums along.

He, himself, has a tone all his own. He has his own music that is inherent to him; his chest rings, and his heart has its own timbre, and it shivers through his insides in metronomic time with the songs around him. His tone falls in time with everything else, and it slots so perfectly into place, Cecil sighs— and the low rumble of his voice— 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒— just serves to complete the fragment of the orchestra his tone contributes.

And then, of course, the new tone.

He listens to it with pleasure and delight. Late at night like this, when Cecil can turn his eyes inward and listen to his own heart-tone and blood-rush and thought-crimes without anyone else noticing, it’s so much easier to hear his own music— and deeper, too. To hear his newest tone, the timbre that nearly matches his own, but— brighter. Lighter. An octave above his, shimmering, not quite opaque, still forming its part of the song.

And still such a lovely part of the chorus. Like it was always meant to be here, fitting into the orchestra, chiming away beneath Carlos’s hand.

Cecil lays his own hand over the back of Carlos’s. The tone rings and sings in response, and Cecil realizes what has pitched it away from his own— it’s Carlos’s song, the waves of his whale song, melted into the pitch.

Together— altogether— all, together— it is such sweet, beautiful music.

Everyone is asleep. The city around them, Night Vale resting; Carlos beside him, tucked into him; Esteban between them, wriggled in after waking up halfway through the night; and the rest— the night air, the sky, the stars, the moon, the neighbors, the foundation, the home, the bed— until they meet the tones and surround them.

Cecil listens to the music. It’s so beautiful. He could listen to it forever.

He tightens his grip on Carlos’s hand, sighs, and relaxes into the sound. Even if he’s struggling to get comfortable enough to sleep, still sick enough to feel miserable and restless— he’s never so uncomfortable that he can’t find comfort in Carlos.

The music flows around him, through him, and manifests itself into radio waves. They shimmer around him; the music is audible, and he listens with delight to the manifestation of the song. It finds its way through the air, the rhythmic air, the musical air, until it sings through the radio tower and into the speakers throughout Night Vale.

Cecil doesn’t even notice. He’s half-asleep, with radio waves singing around him, in between conscious and not, and listening to his new favorite song. And everything—

Everything feels 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

[kaycode1999]

hi! i was wondering if i could get male lmk matchup?

please don't ship me with mk, sandy, tang and pigsy because i see them only in platonic way<3

ᓚᘏᗢ general info:

/ 19 / she/her / enfp / 7w8 / leo /

𓆈appearance𓆈

𓆈 i'm tall, taller than most of my friends → i'm 6'2. my figure is hourglass shaped, something like models in 50s/60s fashion magezines, i think. i have shaggy golden blonde thick curls, my hair is long so i usually tie it up in two buns and two braids (like goldilocks from puss in boots: the last wish). my eyes are amber. i have skinny hands with long fingers

𓆈 my clothing style is mix of whimsigoth, cryptidcore and grandmacore. i really like unusual jewelry → weird shaped rings, earrings, brooches (i especially love the insect shaped and art nouveau ones)

𓆣personality𓆣

𓆣 i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations. i'm friendly, cheerful and bubbly. i'm full of energy and i can be a bit chaotic, but i try to be as responsible as possible, i want people to feel that they can rely on me

𓆣 i'm really confident and i'm not afraid to express myself

𓆣 i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it. i love making people smile

𓆣 i'm super kind person, but won't take any nonsense

𓆣 i have morbid, dark sense of humor. sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

𓆣 i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc. → i'm afraid of stagnation. i overwork myself a lot

𓆣 can't think of anything that i don't like, guess i'm so fixated on my hobbies and passions, i don't pay any attention to other things

𓃹 my hobbies 𓃹

𓃹 dancing and performing. i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid. i also try my skills as figure skater

𓃹 sewing and knitting. i sew most of my clothes and i made for myself tons of sweaters, with most silly patterns like characters from old cartoons, for example "wilk i zając" or "krecik"

𓃹 playing on instruments. i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

𓃹 learning. about world and universe or learning new skills. i'm deeply fascinated by space and oceans, they're still unknown to humanity, learning about them makes me sigh in wonder and admiration. i also love nature, i could spend days wandering in forests, observing and learning about animals, insects, plants

𓃹 doll making. i love making dolls, puppets, marionettes. wooden, porcelain, rag, basically every type. i organize puppet theaters, sometimes i give my works as gifts to my loved ones

𓃹 art, any kind of art actually. i like to learn about artists and their work, and i like to try different types of art. sculpting, painting, ceramics, photography, filmmaking, i adore them all. i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids (and honestly this job is dream come true for me!)

𓃹 gardening and herbalism. i work on in garden a lot, i grow flowers, vegetables and herbs. i know herbal medicine, i make my own infusions and tinctures

𓃹 cooking and baking. i learn new recipes whenever i have the opportunity. my favorite things to bake are bread and cookies. i also pick mushrooms, dry them or pickle them

sorry if it's too long or chaotic

thank you so much for even reading this!

I match you with

Monkey King- AKA Sun Wukong- AKA The great Sage equal to heaven

I’m pretty sure he's a little taller than you so your height works out well, and he just thinks you're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen

He really likes your jewelry, like a lot. Almost like a bird with shiny objects, your jewelry just fascinates him

He loves and admires your confidence. He finds it inspiring

Your kindness is one of the reasons he adores you

He appreciates your expressiveness and he needs someone who isn't afraid to tell him when or if he does something that upsets you

Your sense of humor was a surprise, but honestly he finds it so funny. Also he enjoys any facts you have

He helps you take things more easy so you don't overwork yourself as much, and you get him more interested in learning and doing things

If you're dancing or just performing in general he's completely entranced with the most heart eyes look on his face

If you make anything for him, be it some kind of clothing or a doll he will treasure it forever

He's an immortal being so he will make special trips into outer space or into the ocean to bring you some special souvenirs like a piece of space debris or pictures of a deep sea creature

The monkies and the other animals that live on mountain all love you being around

He actually loves helping you with your gardening and herbalism. You have 2 beautiful gardens near his house and the monkies all make sure not to mess with them

While he loves anything peach-flavored, he's just generally a foodie so he loves anything you make him

P.S. I'm sorry this took a minute. I've had a rough couple of days but fingers crossed things are looking up👍🏻

[str4wb3rry-fire]

its probably becuz im a band kid but i rlyyyy want a newsies band au ...

crutchie on piano and race on vocals (i love ben cooks voice so much) ... im not sure what everyone else would play, but i am very passionate about those two. but someone would have to be on drums, saxophone, trumpet, trombone, electric guitar, bass, etc... that kind of band

IT WONT LEAVE MY MIND

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

what instruments would the mercs play? i know medic does violin and accordion, and sniper plays saxophone, but what about the others?

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What Instruments Do The TF2 Mercs Play? (Minus Medic and Sniper!)

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I love this! Music is so fun, so um, shout out to all my friends who love music or play music. You guys are cool! Also uh, mentions of relationship but not exactly ship content?

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Demo plays bagpipes, not because of any of the obvious reasons. Oh no, he does it purely to piss people off! Tell him to stop, and he'll rant about his heritage. The other mercs just don't understand how important my heritage is to him! He literally has to play the bagpipes at 6:32 am. because otherwise, he will lose any sense of his identity. He's actually gotten really good at it. The other mercs can't really tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

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Hey, we know Engie is great on the guitar, but did you know he also kills on the harmonica? He loves to play the blues and slow songs. He just likes to play something easy and fun. He also just likes to make up his own songs. It's just something he really likes. He plays songs for Pyro sometimes, and Pyro can weirdly harmonize with the harmonica. It's unsettling, but Engie finds it charming.

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Heavy loves to play the piano, Medic actually taught him how to play it! He had always had an interest in the piano. His mother probably played it a lot when he was a child, and it always fascinated him, but his mom didn't let him touch it. She was always worried about it breaking. When he found out Medic had a piano, he asked him about it, and Medic offered to teach him. He's even allowed in the lab when Medic isn't there to practice. He's a fan of Beethoven, and you can hear it from the lab at odd hours.

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Scout is a machine on the drums. I honestly think he's great on any instrument. I think he can focus really well on anything with music. It's one of his huge passions. He just doesn't really talk about it too much. He's really into fast-paced songs, and he would definitely be one of the types to be violently head banging while playing the drums. He wants to be in a band so bad!

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Spy, like Medic, is a fan of the violin! He feels so classy playing it. My man plays the saddest music you've ever heard. I swear he's broken at least two violins from the amount of stress he's transferred to them. He may or may not have learned the into to Toxic, but he would never admit that. He actually probably has a large repertoire of songs that are either pop or sad songs.

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Soldier plays the trumpet, and oh my god, if he and Demo team up, the other mercs have to use all their willpower to not kill them both. He mainly learned it to play that one wake-up song and all other generally army-ish songs. Honestly, he'd be really good at most instruments, but he's not too interested. Has this deep love for the trumpet thats not going away.

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Pyro plays the Otamatone, and I will die on this hill. They have at least a million songs in their mind at all times. Most of them are video games songs that Scout suggested. But they also learned how to play Funky Town and a few other silly songs. They also really like how cute it is! They have multiple different versions and colors. It's one of their favorite things ever.

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Um, sorry it's kind of short, i hope you guys like it. I'm very tired right now and hope this isn't absolute shit!

[hazbmymhotel]

Do you perhaps have any headcanons of Mordecai x Husk 👀🙏 love your art so so much <3

BOY DO I

Let's get myself CANCELLED.

This has been waiting ages (pretty sure I know from WHOM so thanks for your patience.)

So I have several plotlines I follow with these two, but here's my favorite...

Husk and Mordecai knew each other back in Las Vegas during the early 1930's, when Husk was Oskar Freedman. He was 27 years old when Mordecai was 32.

Mordecai had left Mississippi after finally finding Atlas' killer and moving on. He leaves it all behind to try and start a family (and this little queer has a plan: find a widow from the first dam collapse and take the place of her husband. He wants a big family).

Both end up working in a speakeasy together, Oskar a new bartender and Mordecai a bookkeeper. Oskar was a very young father (I mean YOUNG. LIKE...ah...13?) and with the same woman his whole adulthood.

And while Mordecai is still on the hunt for a woman, that doesn't mean he cannot -indulge-. He falls for Oskar, mostly when one night after the bar closes, Mordecai comes to bother Oskar and notices his saxophone case. Oskar tells him he keeps it with him so his wife doesn't sell it (things are tight right now), but he's self taught and doesn't have many ideas where to play it. He'd like to play at the speakeasy, but he needs money as the bartender.

Mordecai urges him to play and is smitten.

From then on, they start a secret relationship.

They do a lot together, from romance to kink to (smut redacted). They hunt, they spend time together quietly, Oskar plays jazz for him...Mordecai encourages Osk to get into a band. Eventually Oskar's wife finds out about the affair and leaves him.

Mordecai offers Oskar his own father's ring.

They're together for 4 years until a separate incident involving Rocky Rickaby, a wanted poster, Mordecai's mentee (a young lady training to be a bounty hunter. He sees her like a daughter...) but that's all for another time (an eventual fanfiction).

Mordecai is shot to death in the street by Rocky, and is thusly thrust into Hell.

Husk/Oskar continues to live a full life after this for another 40 years.

Oskar dies in his 70's with his third wife. He still plays his sax, still wears that ring around his neck-sometimes he puts it on his saxophone's mouthpiece to feel Mordecai's touch against his lips.

But in his old age, Oskar forgets. He forgets a large part of his life. Sometimes he forgets where he is. Sometimes he forgets *who* he is.

He dies of a heart attack, and ends up in Hell.

Mordecai remembers the world so differently than how he lived it. To him, everyone was a cat before they died. He thinks he's always been a tuxedo cat. If you ask him hard questions about things like segregation, his mind shorts out and he'll change the subject. (We also don't talk about his undiagnosed DID, not at this point in time).

In Hell, he's done so well. Mordecai works as the top accountant for VoxTek, and he's still hopeful to start a family. Every so often, he goes out looking for...

...Oskar. Who now calls himself Husk! The quick-witted man of a cat now owns a casino! Husk had only been in Hell for a few years before becoming a prolific Overlord!

Mordecai seeks him out. Husk looks different... somehow? Maybe it's his beautiful red wings. (They make sense. Husk always said he felt like he was flying when he played his saxophone.) Mordecai runs to him, scooping Husk into his arms and kissing him passionately.

(Mordecai loves romantic books and films, but he'd never admit it).

Mordecai pulls away from Husk, touching his face and holding him close... there's even his father's ring perfectly hanging in a chain around his neck.

Mordecai wants to tell Husk how long he's waited...

And Husk laughs awkwardly, boisterously:

"That's one Hell of an introduction!"

Mordecai is shattered, but he'd never say a word.

Instead, he sets Husk down and looks at him fiercely...and at that moment, Mordecai is determined to win Husk's heart again.

And again.

And again.

On the days where Husk gets lost and doesn't know his own name, it breaks Mordecai.

But Husk always seems excited to see him.

He doesn't always know his name, but Husk gives Mordecai soft hellos and sweet greetings.

"I sent over this new drink we have: a long island iced tea"

"I've never seen a shark decimate a poker table like you"

"you're the most beautiful man in my casino"

And each time, Mordecai falls into him, again and again.

Until one day, the casino is closed.

And Mordecai hears on the street that the Radio Demon claimed another Overlord.

He thinks Husk must be *gone*

Until he sees Husk at Alastor's side, years later...gold ring around his neck, and his head craned back to speak to Alastor.

And Mordecai makes it his mission once again

[heyiwrotesomethings]

OMFG I OPENED TUMBLR IN THE RIGHT TIME

can i ask a bit of slow burn with shinobu x they/them reader that is a musician as a lil side job when being a slayer is off for a day?

reader arrives in the butterfly mansion wounded and was disappointed that they have to rest their whole arms for months so no music for that, due to having a giant passion for music they offered to teach the 3 girls how to play an instrument with shinobu's consent

in months of recovery a lot of improvements are noticed in the 3 girls music abilities, reader offers some little lesson sessions on shinobu if she's free, somehow like a routine of them is hangout in the morning and check their arms if it's okay to use them atleast to play an instrument

in the night where shinobu decided to rest in her roof she spots reader playing a song that she mentioned she liked to listen to, and so there's a bit of serenading moment

soon after the recovery of the arms and before leaving, reader confessed their feelings and gave shinobu an instrument they always use to remind her of them

your choice if you want to have a goodbye kiss THANK YOUUUUUUU HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY

Virtuoso

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader

A/N: It was fun to look up different instruments for this. Sorry there isn’t a lot of in depth teaching. The most music experience I have is fumbling my way around an alto saxophone throughout middle school. Hope you like it! Word Count: 3,226

(Y/n) regained consciousness slowly, finding it difficult to do more than open their eyes for but a moment before falling back to sleep. When they were finally able to stay awake long enough to wonder where they were, their eyes roved aimlessly around the room, but they couldn’t see very much while laying almost completely flat on their back.

They went to hike themself upward on their elbows, but quickly found their arms were restrained. Angling their chin towards their chest, they saw that their arms were heavily bandaged and secured by a large sling across their stomach.

That’s right, they remembered, that demon had really gotten the better of them before the other slayers they had been traveling with stepped in. They remembered that the demon had gotten behind them, booted them to the ground, and bent their elbows in a way that elbows definitely should not be bent. The pain and the sound of it had been enough to blow them out like a candle.

They had the unfortunate suspicion that they wouldn’t be playing any instruments for awhile. Which was a shame, because they had just splurged on a beautifully crafted koto. Well, at least they survived somehow. They’d get to play it eventually, hopefully. Maybe they could use their feet? That could be an interesting challenge.

“Someone appears to finally be awake and very deep in thought.”

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped to the person casting a shadow over them that they had only just noticed. Though they had never personally had the honor of meeting before, (Y/n) knew exactly who it was based on the tales of other slayers.

“Oh, Kochou-sama, hello!” (Y/n) greeted, surprisingly chipper given their current state, “Sorry, I was just wondering if I could comfortably wear finger picks on my toes… You probably didn’t need to know that.”

Shinobu hummed a sound like a muted giggle and (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek. She was every bit a ethereal in person as the stories described. (Y/n) could probably write a billion compositions about her and have not one be the same. Their fingers itched to pick at their koto or shamisen or biwa or… they could go on for awhile.

Their collection was quite extensive. It was a good thing demon slaying paid well or they would have probably starved. The closest they came to being in trouble financially was probably when they procured their prized piano from Italy last year. Money was tight for a while after that purchase. So again, it was a shame that their arms were in such a state when there were so many instruments to play and maintain.

“Exactly how long will I be restricted like this?” They asked.

Shinobu gave a sympathetic smile as she opened the drawer beside (Y/n)’s cot, “It will take months of healing and physical therapy, unfortunately. However, since we were able to operate on you quickly and successfully, your recovery will go much smoother.”

“That’s a relief to hear, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Shinobu smiled, she did so appreciate polite patients, and since they would be spending so much time together for the foreseeable future, it made her appreciate it all the more.

She turned to look over to Sumi, Kiyo and Naho who were busying themselves with changing the sheets on newly vacated cots, “Girls, help (L/n)-san sit up while I prepare their prescriptions.”

“Okay.”

“Right away!”

“Be right there, Shinobu-sama!”

Soon (Y/n) found themself surrounded by the three young girls. Carefully they brought up the cot and sat (Y/n) up.

“Thank you, that feels a lot better.” (Y/n) smiled sincerely, pleasing the young girls with their kindness.

“These girls are Sumi, Kiyo and Naho,” Shinobu shared, gently laying a hand on each girl’s head as she went down the line, “They will take care of most of your day to day regimens that don’t require my presence. They are very good at their jobs so do not hesitate to share any concerns with them.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) promised, tipping their head to the younger girls, “Thank you for your hard work.”

The girls glowed under the praise then scattered in a flurry of cheerful giggles to continue their tasks.

Shinobu chuckled quietly, turning her eyes back on (Y/n),

“This purple bottle contains sleeping pills, the green bottle is pain medication. You may take one of each as you need, but there is a mandatory six hour waiting period between dosages. I can give you both or one now if you’d like, otherwise I’ll just turn them over to Kiyo to store until you need them.”

“The pain medication would be helpful I think. Thank you.” (Y/n) figured they had slept plenty for the time being.

“Ever so polite,” Shinobu lightly teased, readying a pill and a cup of water. She poked (Y/n)’s lip with the pill, willing them to open their mouth so she could slip it in and quickly press the cup to their lips before the pill’s casing could dissolve on their tongue.

“Thank… you,” (Y/n) sighed, knowing they were probably being excessively thankful, but they couldn’t help it. Shinobu was so nice. They let Shinobu’s amused chuckle wash over them.

“Well, I must be going now. Take care (L/n)-san, many slayers tend to get antsy when they’re on leave for so long, but it is in your best interest to stay put, alright?”

“I will be on my best behavior, promise.” (Y/n) swore.

“Good.” Shinobu straightened the blanket that laid across their waist, gave their knee a swift pat, then went on her way.

(Y/n) sunk further back into the raised cot. Shinobu really was awesome, wasn’t she? Their fingers twitched beneath their bindings. What they wouldn’t give to play around with any number of their instruments right now. Practically everything they owned required use of arms and fingers. Even if they had only one arm at their disposal, they could have probably managed.

They did invest a stupid amount of money to ship in a kazoo to add to their collection, but something told them that if they were going to play it for the next several weeks, injuries be damned one of their fellow patients would leap into their cot and choke them with the noisy piece of plastic.

“(L/n)-san?”

“Hm?” (Y/n) blinked, Naho coming into focus beside their cot.

“Are you hungry?”

(Y/n) lit up. They could definitely eat something and they told Naho as much, excitement evident.

As they ate, Sumi went over what their daily exercises would consist of for the next couple weeks before they could allow more arm freedom and movement. Mostly it would be a lot of leg work and back stretches to keep them strong and malleable.

(Y/n) listened and asked questions as needed. It seemed like they would have a lot to do, hopefully it would keep them busy enough to keep their mind off of music for at least until they had arms to play with again.

***

It was just too painful.

(Y/n) sighed for the millionth time that morning, tapping their toes rhythmically against the metal bar at the ends of the bed.

It had only been a week and they were dying to play something. That kazoo was looking very good right now, choking hazard be damned.

The girls seemed to notice their discontent, but they assured them there was no issue. Just a little restlessness was all. A restlessness that had them envisioning every pluck of a string, strike of a drum, and current of air that went in to composing their favorite pieces.

It was maddening, almost torturous. Even Shinobu noticed how fidgety they seemed to be when she next came by to check in, slowly, yet firmly, pressed a hand to (Y/n)’s incessantly tapping feet, making them stop.

“Have the ants started taking over already?” She had teased once she finally caught their attention.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered sheepishly, “I’m really wishing I had gotten my legs broken instead.”

“You would be stuck here longer if that were the case. Leg bones take longer to heal, usually.” Shinobu informed, taking the chair beside (Y/n)’s cot, “Though I suppose there are more things that could keep your hands busy than your feet.”

They had a nice conversation about hobbies as Shinobu checked (Y/n)’s progress. Once (Y/n) mentioned their affinity for music, they couldn’t stop taking about it. They had just finished sharing their top five favorite wind instruments when they realized Shinobu hadn’t said anything in awhile and they got a little self-conscious, apologizing for their overzealous sharing.

Shinobu assured them there was no problem. She was thoroughly entertained and charmed by their passion. She also quite enjoyed music and the arts in general, but rarely had the time to enjoy such pursuits. That was when (Y/n) got an idea.

“Kochou-san,” they asked, “if it is alright with you, perhaps I could teach Naho, Sumi and Kiyo to play an instrument? I promise I won’t let it interfere with their duties, just something to work on in their leisure if they’d like.”

Shinobu hummed in thought. It would be nice to hear music softly playing throughout the halls from time to time. Patients also benefited from such gentle stimulation. On another note, far be it from her to deny the young girls a well-rounded education.

“If any of the girls want to play, you have my blessing to teach them. Though we don’t exactly have any instruments on hand. What we do have are so old they are strictly display only.”

“I’d love to see them sometime.” (Y/n) glowed.

“Perhaps when you’re more mobile, that can be arranged.” Shinobu smiled.

“Wonderful! Now, don’t worry about the instruments. I have a bunch at my house, depending on what they want to play, I could supply them each one of their own so they can practice at the same time.”

“How convenient,” Shinobu marveled cheerfully, “what instruments do you have exactly?”

“Um,” (Y/n) let out a nervous laugh, “it might be easier to ask me what instruments I don’t have.”

***

Shinobu had provided (Y/n) with a small group of Kakushi at their disposal to collect an array of instruments from their house. When they came back, (Y/n) was almost worried they had gone overboard with their requests as instrument upon instrument was brought in. They made sure to thank the group copiously for their patience and care.

When Sumi, Kiyo and Naho came in, their faces lit up. (Y/n) eagerly motioned for them to browse the collection and try whatever caught their eye. They shared all they knew about each instrument the girls’ hands touched. After much deliberation, they made their choices with the assurance that they could change their mind whenever they wished.

(Y/n) felt a familiar twitch in their fingers. They wished they could pick something up as well, but for now they would live vicariously through their new pupils as they taught them all they knew.

They started out with teaching them how to read music. It was cute how the girls seemed to pout. They wanted to begin playing right away. (Y/n) could understand the impatience. They were much the same when they first started. Then came the scales, finding out what button or chord corresponded with what note. Then simple songs that gradually grew in complexity as weeks became months.

“They’re so bright and talented and very hardworking.” (Y/n) had told Shinobu when she had come by to observe one day.

“It helps that they have such a good teacher.” Shinobu praised, making (Y/n)’s face feel warm, “I find myself a little envious, actually. Perhaps I should have carved out some time to join in on a few lessons.”

“I’d still be happy to teach you if you’d like. Even when I’m gone, I’m sure the girls could help pick up where I left off.”

“Oh I don’t know… careful, (L/n)-san,” Shinobu warned.

Though Shinobu had allowed the removal of (Y/n)’s casts, their arms were still tender and weak from disuse. Any heavy lifting was very ill advised.

“I’m careful, I’m careful,” They assured, picking up a small, rectangular device. Carved wood endowed with an array of keys and a couple thin strings visible towards the end, “This is a Taishogoto. It may look a little complicated, but I’m sure you’ll pick it up right away.”

“So much faith,” Shinobu chuckled, “We haven’t even started yet.”

“No time like the present!” (Y/n) grinned, presenting the instrument to Shinobu.

Shinobu smiled softly, taking the Taishogoto into her hands with great care and joining (Y/n) on the edge of their cot, she listened contently as they rambled on about the instrument’s short history.

“Will you play something for me first? I’d rather hear how it’s supposed to sound before I poison my perception with my own ineptitude.”

“I’m sure you won’t be that bad,” (Y/n) scoffed, “but I’m always happy to play for you.”

It was true, as soon as Shinobu allowed them to move more freely, they picked up a nearby biwa to play a quick tune as thanks. Their movements were a little less refined, and the callouses on their finger tips had unfortunately smoothed out a bit, but they promised they’d practice to make up for lost time and play for Shinobu when they were back at their best before they left. One song became two, three and so on until Shinobu had to go, but she did often stop by when she found herself with some free time.

(Y/n) enjoyed playing for Shinobu, but it was so exciting to teach her as well, and they had the added benefit to actually use their hands to show Shinobu how everything worked, a luxury they had not had when teaching the younger girls. Their hands happened to bump and brush a lot though, and it made (Y/n)’s heart stutter every time.

***

(Y/n) knew their time was nearly up. They would be officially discharged from the infirmary the next morning and there was much to get in order before then. The Kakushi had been gracious enough to take all of their instruments back home for them earlier that morning, with the exception of four, of course.

Sumi, Kiyo and Naho had been easy enough to find. When (Y/n) presented them with the instruments to keep, they had swarmed them and hugged them tightly, thanking them repeatedly and with enthusiasm. They gave their teacher an impromptu concert of all their favorite songs that they had learned over the last few months. It was a sweet sentiment, one that (Y/n) would not soon forget. If nothing else they had made a favorable impression on the girls as much as they had left an impression on them.

Now if only they could find Shinobu.

They had asked the girls about where she was, if it would be okay to see her for a few minutes if she wasn’t too busy, but the girls informed them that Shinobu was out on Hashira business and probably wouldn’t be home until late in the night or early morning.

But that was okay, they could wait, and so they did. They went about their day as normal and when the sun began to set, they staked their claim on a stretch of the engawa and waited for Shinobu to appear in the distance.

The sun sank lower and lower out of sight, soon replaced by a vivid waxing moon. The stars were dampened a bit from the warm light flooding out of the mansion, but it was still quite visibly a beautifully clear night sky. The weather was comfortable too, but even if it wasn’t, (Y/n) wouldn’t have minded the wait.

Though as portions of the mansion went dark and most sound seemed to cease, they began absently tapping the keys of the Taishogoto.

“Well, a little more practice wouldn’t hurt.” They murmured.

They took the pick between their fingers, plucking the string and tapping the keys to make sure it was all still in tune from when they last checked only hours ago. Then, they began playing a song, an almost haunting melody that Shinobu had once mentioned in passing to be her favorite. They would happily learn to play the song on every instrument the world had to offer if Shinobu asked for it.

They were beginning a fourth go at it when the air shifted around them. Looking to their side, Shinobu was there as if she’d been there all along, startlingly close.

“Ah!” (Y/n) flinched from the surprise, “When did you get home?”

“Were you waiting for me by chance, (L/n)-san?” Shinobu chuckled, not letting (Y/n) squirm for too long before continuing on, “I rarely come in through the front. Often times when I come back I don’t have a moment to breathe before I return to my duties here,” she leaned in and began to whisper, “don’t tell a soul, but I usually hop up on the roof for an hour or two to have some time to myself and reflect or just think of nothing at all. Do you think that’s wrong of me?”

“Of course not,” (Y/n) swore, “you do a lot of demanding and important work. You deserve time to yourself. I haven’t been disturbing you have I? Is that why you came down?”

“It is a welcome distraction. I wanted to get closer so I could hear it better. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” (Y/n) smiled, busying themself with the keys, but not yet playing.

“I uh, I was actually waiting for you to come back so I could play this for you so this is perfect. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

(Y/n) picked up the song from the beginning and Shinobu closed her eyes to listen along, resting her cheek over her interwoven fingers.

When the final note disappeared on the breeze, it was peacefully quiet for a long moment. (Y/n) took in a lungful of the flowery sweet air, and turned to face Shinobu, holding out the Taishogoto to her.

“I have really enjoyed getting to know you over the last few months, Kochou-san. So much so, that I’m afraid I’ve fallen for you. If it will not burden you, even if you don’t return my feelings, I would like you keep this to remember me by and as one last show of gratitude for all that you did for me.”

Shinobu seemed to be frozen for a few moments. Starting to get cold feet, (Y/n) began to pull away, apologies already in the tip of their tongue, but then Shinobu put her hands over theirs, keeping them in place between their bodies.

“I will treasure it always,” she promised sincerely.

That would have been enough for (Y/n), but then Shinobu leaned closer still until her lips pressed tenderly into the side of (Y/n)’s face. They were almost too buzzed from the affectionate gesture to comprehend what Shinobu said next as she sat upright once more.

“I expect you back at least five days out of every month. Someone will need to keep the girls sharp and their skills,” she stood up with a small, almost sly smile, “and someone will need to join me on the rooftops for another midnight serenade or two.”

(Y/n)’s heart swelled.

“I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do more.”

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27 Hawthorn Court | Simon "Ghost" Riley

Chapter 4 - The Apple Falls Far

Chapter Summary:

Ruth has doubts about her previous endeavours with the investigation. Though her worries are soon dispelled after a familiar face invigorates some much-needed passion for justice.

1.8K Words

Content warning: mentions of alcohol (?)

Ruth entered the bar at no later than seven in the evening.

There was a dainty whisper of a piano and saxophone harmonising in some form of light jazz - though she was never much of a connoisseur - shrouded by tangerine and fuschia flourescent lights which somehow possessed the ability to amplify the band's smooth tones, handily concealing any discolour Ruth felt about those case files by virtue of bewitchment.

It was a dark and damp evening, all things considered. The only thing that could have salvaged her mood was a heavy drink and some menial chatter with the bartender.

So, she approached the bar, and - after waiting for some time, clearly understanding the general predicament Ruth had gotten herself into - the bartender asked with concern;

"What can I get you?"

Ruth sighed.

There was nothing she could have done except sigh. It wasn't her place to inform anyone of her own broken hubris, let alone a bartender privy to the most detrimental of secrets. Dissolving marriages, petty crime, cheating scandals; it was his day-to-day, and it was in Ruth's best interest not to become part of his orderly convoy of discussion for the next patron.

"Give me your strongest," she muttered, bottom writhing on a stool too small for her. 

It was such a subtly aggravating predicament.

After some time, as the bartender rooted beneath the bar top for a drink suitable for a grown woman, he swiftly placed it before her.

Ruth stared at it for a moment before saying;

"I said your strongest, George." She sighed. Because George was playing 'barkeep', and she was his sole customer, though he wasn't doing a very good job at it. "You can do better than orange juice."

And he likely could. 

It was then, that, only a few moments later - after a rummage through the cabinet on his hands and knees (which was really a wicker basket full of snacks and cartons of juice) - the bartender produced apple juice, this time, placing it before Ruth with a proud smile

"That's more like it," she hissed with adoration, stabbing the straw through the flimsy sheath of aluminium foil, "did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah." His eyes wavered around the bar, and Ruth watched them ardently as he spoke. "But Molly stole my brachiosaurus."

"Why did she steal your brachiosaurus?" 

"I don't know." Muttered George, and he went straight back to wiping stains along the bar top with a heavy-machinery-themed rag where there were none. 

So, there was silence. And Ruth let it hang.

Perhaps she was thinking of how her own day went, uneventful and uninspired as she crawled through the streets of Greater Manchester on roads too choked with traffic and suffocated by people too idiotic for their own aspiring ideals. It was a day of rampant teenagers stealing their parent's cars and running them dry around the estates, middle-aged alcoholics starting public brawls in the car parks of Asda and Tesco - a national issue - and faux calls from elderly ladies complaining about pieces of litter discarded in their front gardens. 

"How did you feel when she stole your brachiosaurus?" Ruth was palming over the text on the rear of the carton, now, reading line by line. No added sugar, no added colouring, naturally sourced ingredients.

"I felt sad."

Sad. Huh.

Ruth knew a little bit about feeling sad. Dull, she would have called it, not wanting to give anybody the impression she was streaming tears in the shower on a dark night or onto her pillowcase before she fell asleep. Dull was a feeling she felt often, and in small waves, though sometimes big - but nothing more than a wailing rumble because that was a different feeling entirely - and it was one she knew rather well, too. It wasn't her favourite emotion, per se, but it might have been her most default one

It was intruiging, it truly was - George's predicament, that was - and she wished to further the conversation, probing

"Did ya feel anything else?"

George pondered for a moment, eyelashes fluttering against the sprig of curls in front of his forehead. He'd need a trim soon. "Maybe a little bit angry." He whispered, almost as if it was a secret he shouldn't tell.

"Angry. Because it was precious to you? Your brachiosaurus."

George thought, napping a carton of apple juice for himself, and - although it was almost seven-thirty and he wasn't allowed sugar before bedtime - Ruth thought he might have needed it and let it slide. "Yeah. And it was mine."

"It was yours." She affirmed, sucking the last dribbles from the bottom of the carton. 

"Molly was being mean." He grumbled, flicking the curl of hair from his own forehead. He had the most beautiful set of locks, did George, and he was the spitting image of his father when he was younger, too. Bright, gleaming blue eyes and sweet bulbous cheeks that crinkled whenever he smiled.

George was the complete antithesis of Ruth. She had dark, rather frazzled-looking brown hair from too much styling in her younger years - much more monotone and less saturated than George's - and matching brown eyes, though if the lighting was generous, they almost shone with flecks of gold.

"Did'ya shout at her to give it back?" Ruth pondered, smiling a little as she spoke.

"Daddy said you shouldn't shout. He said that if you ask politely, they'll give it back."

Hm. Daddy. Chris, he was called. A bastard of a man. 

"And did she?" Ruth brushed the hair from his eyes, ensuring it wouldn't irritate his lashes anymore.

George simply nodded, intent on drinking his before expelling his thoughts.

Yes, he explained. She did give it back because she was just being a little bit mean, but not loads mean. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given it back. If Molly was being loads mean - and George was really dragging out the vowels in 'loads' - he would have called on the teacher to intervene, of course, because that's how dynamic in a reception classroom prevailed.

"Why d'you think Molly stole your brachiosaurus?" She repeated, barely remembering she'd asked it earlier.

George gulped down the last droplets of juice, blinking blankly, before answering;

"Maybe she was lonely."

Maybe she was lonely.

What drivel.

There was a full glass of wine, now - to the rim, in fact - within Ruth's palm. The case files were on her lap, including her typed notes at her hip. Truth be told, there wasn't much to say about it. The affinity she felt to that little boy, plagued eyes boring through her skull, was crippling. The suspect's disposition, moreover, equally so, just as were the troubling words spoken by Price in the booth of the McDonald's in Sale.

"Lonely..." She sighed, finger travelling the circumference of the glass.

Perhaps she was lonely, too. Perhaps she needed a drink elsewhere, somewhere a little more crowded, a little more stuffed with people who could talk her ears off - whether they were a part of her conversation or not.

Yes, that was it.

She needed a drink.

And so, by nine, she had adorned her newest pair of black heels - ones with thick wedged soles and velvet trim - with a smart top with jeans. She wasn't one for princess dresses or overt makeup, nor did she wish to see any of her colleagues (or God-forbidding, any of her previous convicts) in an outfit that showed more than its provocation whenever she bent at the waist.

By ten, she was sitting in the pub with a vodka and coke in hand - though, it was more at her fingertips as they lazily drawled over the side of glass, smearing the condensation along - eyes transfixed on the bartender as he shifted from one side of the bar to the other with a smile that could only be described as 'over-compensating'.

It took another few minutes of silence before anyone approached her. She might have accepted the invitation to conversation, had she not recognised the stranger beside her who did, unfortunately, try.

"I didn't take ya for a vodka-and-coke drinkin' woman."

That voice. Deep, gruff, heavy.

John Price.

"I don't wanna talk." Spat Ruth.

Clean, cut, and straight to the point. The truth was, she hadn't come to the pub for chatter with a man like him. His words squirmed through her mind like the fall-out from a bad ear infection, and she despised another set of his words compounding the agony.

"Thought I'd thank ya." His lips smacked in the plenary of an awkward moment. "For bein' so professional and giving the case up, that is."

The case. The case files. They were still in her home. On her piano stand, where she'd also placed her unfinished glass of wine that was probably brewing with a layer of dust, now. And here was John Price, right beside her, shoulders occupying the air made for two. Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew she had taken the case files (or at least taken copies of them, at least), and he was there to confront her about it with every inch of his brooding six-foot stature.

"S'that it?" Questioned Ruth. 

"Sure." He nodded, flexing his chest with a gruff groan. "Wanted a bit of conversation, that's all. One investigator to another."

"Sorry." She huffed, fingertips turning wrinkled from the condensation on the outside of her glass. She still hadn't touched it, not in five minutes. Not since John sat down beside her. "Guess m'not in the mood tonight."

"Fair enough." He sniffed, palm running along the wood grain of the bar top. "I'll leave you be, then."

The thought was swift to occur - alarmingly so, even - as John stepped from the bar stool, his head still firmly aligned with hers on the vertical. And the thought was, in no fewer words than some:

"What's gonna happen with the case?" 

It made John come to a standstill. In the few seconds following, he paused, pondered, and pivoted himself back towards her. His shoes were already pointing in her direction, that, they both could see, but he had since adjusted the tilt of his shoulders so that his eyes could more easily glide over her face. Ruth looked back at him, pupils bloated, a worried knot niggling her brow. 

Neither knew what the other was thinking.

And neither, for a rather long time, said anything.

Until John, being the bigger - albeit only - man, grumbled;

"It'll get sorted, Wyatt."

And, after that very sentence, Ruth could only think of one thing. It plagued her every thought, caused an even larger kink to dig into her brow, and sent another queue of thoughts to sit pending as the current wasted away behind her eye sockets. And the thought was, of all possible thoughts;

If she had stolen his brachiosaurus, it was a bloody massive one.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Kaze is pretty affectionate. He shows his affection in numerous ways. He loves cuddling with you and giving you kisses all over. When you two go out, he loves holding your hand. When you two are sitting together, he would keep his hand on your knee or thigh. When you're feeling down, he would give you words of encouragement and share a funny story to cheer you up. Most importantly, he would play your favorite songs on the piano and you two would have a fun little karaoke party with each other.

He'd also love to travel with you. Quality time with his significant other is very important. Exploring new places with him is exciting for the both of you. He's glad to have someone like you to go.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You and Kaze's friendship would first start when you met in grade school. You were both in-band students. You both played the saxophone together. You two would meet up and practice together for band concerts. After graduating, you two would start meeting up to hang out. You and him would get to know each other and got closer with each other, because you two had so much in common.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Kaze is a big fan of physical touch. He loves having you close to him. You could be watching a movie on the couch and he would come crawl next to you and lay his head on your lap. He also loves it when you sit in his lap. He would wrap his arms around you and embrace your warmth against his. He would shower you with kisses on your jaw and neck while you're cuddled up against his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Kaze would enjoy the idea of settling into a pleasant home filled with music and laughter. He's a very great cook. He loves cooking for his partner. He would like to cook his favorite childhood dishes and he would cook some of your favorite dishes.

During the first year of dating, Kaze was kind of messy. He wasn't a big fan of cleaning all the time. He would see that you were often frustrated with his lack of cleaning around the house. He made himself more tidy and helped with the cleaning chores, because he didn't like seeing you like that.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Kaze would struggle with breaking up with a partner. He would try as hard as to end the relationship on good terms. He cares about your feelings and doesn't want to leave you heartbroken. Kaze would bring his partner in a quiet and secluded environment, his eyes filled with anguish and determination. He would tell them that he cares passionately about them, but that circumstances have changed and he believes it is time for them to part ways.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Kaze would get married in a day if he could. Instead, he would take his time before proposing to you. He doesn't want to rush you into something that you're not ready for. Whenever you're ready to settle down together, he will make the proposal very special and express all of his appreciation and express how you are his entire world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Kaze is very gentle with you. He can be rough with you if you'd like him to be. But the majority of the time, he's soft with you. He would rub your back and shoulders to soothe you. He speaks to you gently and uses kind words when you're upset or stressed about a situation that has occurred.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Kaze absolutely loves hugs. He loves to give you a bear hug and nuzzle his face in your chest. He loves your scent. He also loves wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest, leaving soft butterfly kisses on your neck. And when his partner gives him a back hug, he melts. He thinks it's so cute when you do this.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You and him were 2 months into your relationship. You both were outside laying on a blanket on the grass at the park. It was a beautiful warm sunny day and the cool gentle breeze hits the two of you. Kaze looked over at his partner and he was in awe with their beauty and he never someone like you would make a man as happy as him. Without any thought, he blurts out "I love you, y/n". You turn your head over at him and looked at him with adoration and quickly followed after him. "I love you, too, Kaze"

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Kaze doesn't get jealous of people easily. He has a pretty good self-esteem about himself. He doesn't like to compare himself to others. He rarely gets jealous of others. When he does, he gets quiet and has a low gaze. You try to cheer him up and give him reassurance. You tell him that he is perfect the way he is and that's why you chose to have him as your boyfriend.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kaze's kisses vary depending on his mood. You two could be cuddling and he could place small soft kisses on your neck. He kisses so passionately. In public, he tends to do cheek or forehead kisses. In private, the kisses are more intense. He's more desperate and can't get enough of you. He leaves kisses all over you from your collarbone to your legs. Overall, his kisses are tender, sweet, and indulgent. His lips taste like vanilla bean chapstick.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kaze is so cute when's around children. He talks to the kids in a "baby voice" and does whatever the kids want to do with him. He does it because he wants the children to like him. He's excited to have a family of his own someday with his partner. He can't decide if he wants two or three children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Kaze is not an early bird at all. When you're trying to get up out of bed, he would try and tighten his hold around you.

"Baby, can you please stay in bed a little longer with me? I love your warmth. Pretty please y/n..."

You can't say no to his adorable face so you decide to stay in bed a little longer with him. In the mornings, you both like to cook breakfast together. He enjoys spending precious moments together with his partner.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Kaze is kind of a night owl. He stays up late sometimes when he needs to finish writing music. Many other nights, he's completely chill in bed. He simply loves being in bed with his partner. He would rub your back, legs, or feet if you felt sore anywhere. Your presence makes him feel comfortable and safe. The quiet time he spends with you in bed helps him fall asleep peacefully.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Kaze isn't the type to spill out his guts with someone. When you start getting together more, he opens up about his ideas and stories. You two would have late-night talks and discuss things that would be bothering him. He loved how great of a listener you were and how you would console in times when he was feeling down and lost.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It would take a lot for Kaze to get angry with you. He can get irritated in some situations, but that was definitely different from being angry. He has boundaries and if those are broken then things will get heated.

Also, if anyone does anything to hurt you, they are done for. You are his everything and seeing you in pain causes him rage.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Kaze has a pretty good memory. He knows what your favorite food, color, music genres, and even allergies are.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was when he wrote a song dedicated to you. As he was playing and singing his song for you, he noticed that your eyes had watered up a bit. Once he finished, you wiped your tears.

"Kaze, I absolutely loved this. No one has ever done this for me before. You don't know how much this means to me"

He didn't mean for you to cry, but it made him happy to know that you knew you were very special to him. He walked away from his keyboard and gave you a big hug. At the moment, it was just you and him. You were the love of his life and he was one lucky man.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kaze is very protective over you. He is constantly supporting you and will harm anyone who does anything to hurt you in any shape or form. If there is a slight change in your feelings, he is immediately concerned and asks what is wrong. He will do anything to keep you happy.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Kaze can be very romantic. He would buy you a gift here and there. The gifts he would give you are very personal and full of thought. He would take you out to your favorite restaurants and go to your favorite vacation spots to spend time with you. He would also tuck you into bed when you're extremely tired from a long day of work.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Kaze tends to get too occupied with his music and forgets about his responsibilities. He can get a bit opinionated at some times.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Kaze is concerned about his looks, but not too overly concerned. He makes sure to present himself well, but he doesn't overdo. To him, he cares more about the inner qualities of a person.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Kaze feels complete empty without you. You're the love of his life, his muse and his inspiration for his music. He doesn't know what he would do without you. Meeting you was the best decision that he's ever made in his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

After a long day in the studio, Kaze loves it when his significant other plays with his hair and scalp. The way your fingers would run around across his scalp brings him utmost comfort. Many times, he would end up falling asleep in your lap because the scalp massage felt so good. He also likes when you braid his hair. Sometimes, you like to place pink bows in hair. You can't help it, because you think he looks so cute with them on.

He's like "y/n, I look so coquette, right now." lol

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Kaze doesn't like a person who is constantly pessimistic about situations. He likes to think positively about life. He doesn't like when someone is being dishonest with him. Dishonesty makes him feel like he can't trust someone. I also don't believe he would like a partner who is very judgmental of others.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

There's nothing too unusual about Kaze's sleeping habits. Kaze tends to stay up late at night writing his music. His bedtime is usually 1 or 2 a.m. When he is sleeping he snores, but his snores are not too loud to the point where it disturbs your sleep. Occasionally, he'll talk in his sleep lol.