#sam kohl

[boysappetit]

iupdate, Sam Kohl

[abs0luteb4stard]

W a t c h i n g

[19catsncounting]

Throughout this entire bout of sickness I've been thinking about TheQuietWings' Amnesiac!Lucifer + Wayward Sisters drabble and expanding that AU and I think the real tragedy of Lucifer raising Claire and Alex is he'll realize he's never known the joy of raising a theatre kid.

I don't think it would fix him, but it would do something.

[sagaduwyrm]

DCxDP Idea - Tucker x Tim Soulmate AU:

Now on AO3

So the Justice League believes the Fentons and the GIW. Not completely, but enough. That’s the bad news. The worse news is that they have Danny, and are apparently planning to use him in some kind of spell to banish all the ghosts from the living plane. Which, okay, sure, not the worst idea, except that trying to banish a Liminal is a great way to kill them instead, and guess what everyone in Amity Park is? Not to mention what powering such a ritual could do to Danny.

Tucker is not having a panic attack. He might have one later, but right now he has a job to do.

So the thing about the Justice League is that they’re powerful and together they cover each other’s weaknesses, but individually they are, if not manageable, then at least survivable. They can’t take on the entire league, but Ghosts and their ilk have fangs for a reason, and every predator knows how to divide and conquer.

Technus and Skulker are using Lex Luthor’s tech to deal with the Supers. Jazz has got emotional manipulation and FrightKnight’s sword to take down the Flashes. Desiree agreed to start a mage’s duel with the Justice League Dark. Sam, Ember, Johnny, and Kitty hopefully have the watchtower in hand, with Walker playing backup to get Danny free.

Tucker has two jobs. One, work with Technus to take down the Justice League communications without making it look like anything is up. Two, for the love of the Ancients, do not let the Bats realize something is wrong.

And you know what? He’s got this. Duul Aman was the most feared sorcerer of his time. Tucker isn’t him, not really, but he’s no slouch in the magic department. Egyptian magic, the way Duul Aman knew it, was almost like code. Relearning it was as easy as breathing, but the real reason Tucker’s job is to deal with the bats is because he took it further than his last life ever could. Sure, he’s a dab hand at illusions, his curses are almost as nasty as Sam’s, and instant sandstorms are never not useful, but where he really thrives is with tech. Afterall, if ectoplasm can be combined with computers, why can’t magic?

Tucker is the world's first technomage and he’s goddamn proud of it.

It’s his saving grace now. Infiltrating Oracle’s system took weeks, and he still wasn’t able to look at or do anything important, but it was enough of an opening for his magic. He wormed his illusion through every single piece of bat-tech he could reach, whispering in their ear, Gotham needs you. The Justice League is fine. Gotham is where the problems are. 

Weeks of work and sleepless nights, and he still doubts he’ll be able to keep them from noticing anything for more than a few hours. Luckily, by that time Danny will be free and Tucker will be long gone from Gotham.

This confidence lasts until he brushes hands with another guy in the cafe. He can feel the bond snap into place, a soulmark crawling across his body. Tim Drake stares at him, eyes wide but sharp. 

Tim Drake.

Red Robin.

Shit.

Time to see whether fighting ghosts extends to fighting humans, because he is not letting this asshole mess up Danny’s rescue.

+++

The first thing Tim notices when he meets his soulmate is the rage in the man’s eyes.

They’re really pretty eyes. A bright, glowing gold, lined in kohl. Almost certainly a sign of magic. 

They look at him like the man wants to turn him inside out and burn the remains. Tim’s a little offended, beneath the shock and awe.

“Fuck,” the man hisses. Tim’s offense is starting to supersede his surprise. He’s a catch, thank you very much.

He says as much. The man laughs, and it’s almost friendly.  The cafe is empty. The people of Gotham have good instincts, and there’s something in the air around this man that puts Tim’s hackles up.

“You know, I think that’d be more believable if you hadn’t started this.”

Tim’s brow wrinkled. He felt like he’d remember starting something with his soulmate though? What was he supposed to have started, anyway? Saying ‘this’ wasn’t very specific. 

He rolled and dodged to avoid the sudden lash of golden sand. Ah. A fight. He could do that. Figure out why his soulmate was angry later, defeat him now.

He reached up to call for backup and only got static.

Shit.

He was on his own. Time to show this bastard why underestimating a bat was a bad idea.

[ducksido]

Egyptian yuu, please? 030

Grim:

"So you're telling me your ancestors worshiped CATS? You were destined to be my hench-human!"

Loves that Yuu knows about the importance of felines in ancient Egypt.

Confused but intrigued by Egyptian desserts. "Why is this basbousa so sweet?! I NEED MORE!"

Crowley:

"Ah, Egypt! A land of kings, magic, and… curses?"

Pretends to know everything about Egyptian history but gets half of it wrong.

Tries to convince Yuu to build a pyramid at NRC for “historical enrichment.”

Crewel:

"Egyptian fashion is stunning—gold, bold colors, flowing linen. You certainly have taste."

Thinks Yuu's jewelry choices are elegant and approves of kohl eyeliner.

Asks Yuu to teach the class about perfumes, since Egypt was one of the first to make them.

Trein:

"Finally, a student who respects history!"

Fascinated by Yuu’s knowledge of hieroglyphs and ancient Egyptian scripts.

Talks about cats with Yuu. They bond over the Bastet statues.

Vargas:

“Wait, you guys invented wrestling and archery competitions?! Let’s put that to the test.”

Tries to make Yuu run under the desert sun like an ancient warrior. They tell him he’s crazy.

Sam:

"Egyptian spices and herbs? You KNOW I already have those in stock!"

Already has karkade (hibiscus tea) in his shop. Insists it's his best seller.

Tries selling Yuu a "cursed amulet." They immediately recognize it as fake.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

"Ancient Egypt had strict rules, and yet, its people embraced feasting? Interesting."

Yuu tells him about the elaborate laws surrounding food and dining in ancient times. He’s fascinated.

Tries ful medames (mashed fava beans) and surprisingly loves it.

Ace Trappola:

"Wait, wait—so your country’s mythology is full of betrayal, curses, and godly family drama? Sounds like a soap opera."

Immediately starts calling Yuu “Pharaoh” as a joke.

Tries fooling Yuu into thinking his cheap jewelry is “Egyptian gold.” Gets smacked.

Deuce Spade:

"So your ancestors had chariots and rode into battle? That’s so cool!"

Respectfully listens when Yuu talks about Egyptian warriors.

Accidentally mispronounces the names of Egyptian gods.

Trey Clover:

"You mean to tell me that you guys INVENTED bread? I owe Egypt my whole career."

Loves learning about Egyptian pastries and sweets. Tries making kunafa.

Thinks hibiscus tea is underrated. Drinks it constantly now.

Cater Diamond:

"So you guys have big festivals with music and lights? That’s a WHOLE aesthetic."

Uses golden Egyptian motifs in his Magicam posts.

Thinks ankh necklaces are trendy.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

"Your country has legends about lions? Heh, smart people."

Thinks Egyptian tomb traps are cool. "Maybe I should install some in my room."

Lowkey fascinated by the story of Sekhmet, the lioness goddess of war.

Ruggie Bucchi:

"Wait, your people eat every part of the animal? Respect."

Loves how Egyptian cuisine doesn’t waste food. Immediately wants to try koshari.

Thinks scarab beetles are creepy.

Jack Howl:

"Your gods had the heads of animals? That’s actually amazing."

Finds Egyptian wolf myths cool.

Tries eating like an Egyptian warrior. Immediately regrets it.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

"A civilization built along a river? How fitting…"

Wants to strike a deal with Yuu for exclusive access to Egyptian spice blends.

Thinks the concept of the Weighing of the Heart judgment is terrifying.

Jade Leech:

"You have stories about desert spirits and jinn? Tell me more."

Finds Egyptian myths deeply fascinating.

Would 100% explore a tomb if given the chance.

Floyd Leech:

"SO, YOU’RE SAYING THERE’S A GOD WHO EATS PEOPLE WHO FAIL THE JUDGMENT TEST?!"

Loves the chaos of Egyptian mythology.

Immediately starts calling weak students “food for Ammit.”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:

"Egypt is SO CLOSE to my homeland! I bet we have a lot in common!"

Loves Egyptian hospitality and respect for guests.

Wants to throw a festival based on Egyptian traditions.

Jamil Viper:

"Finally, someone who understands how important spices are in cooking."

Respects Egypt’s history of cunning leaders and strategists.

Lowkey scared of Egyptian curses.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

"Kohl eyeliner was worn by both men and women? Iconic."

Thinks ancient Egyptian fashion was peak elegance.

Uses honey-based Egyptian skincare remedies.

Rook Hunt:

"Ah, the land of mysteries and golden deserts! How enchanting!"

Has probably read every book on Egyptian history.

Disappears for a week. Comes back fluent in Arabic.

Epel Felmier:

"Your country has a history of strong warriors? That’s badass."

Likes Egyptian fruit juices like sugarcane juice (asab).

Struggles to pronounce Egyptian Arabic words but tries anyway.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

"You’re telling me ancient Egyptians made board games? Respect."

Loves that Egypt had actual tabletop games like Senet.

Terrified of the idea of being cursed for disturbing tombs.

Ortho Shroud:

"Your civilization made some of the first robots? That’s incredible!"

Excited to learn that Egypt had complex automaton technology.

Wants to visit the pyramids.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

"Your ancestors revered dragons? I see they were wise…"

Intrigued by the concept of ancient Egyptian magic.

Wants to see the pyramids. Yuu warns him not to wake any mummies.

Lilia Vanrouge:

"I knew an Egyptian warrior once! Fearless and skilled."

Loves Egyptian battle tactics.

Cooks an “Egyptian dish” that absolutely isn’t Egyptian.

Silver:

"Your myths have creatures that guard tombs? They sound… familiar."

Wants to see real Egyptian horses.

Probably gets wrapped up in bandages by accident.

Sebek Zigvolt:

"Your people worshiped crocodiles? EXCELLENT!"

Fascinated by Egyptian respect for the Nile.

Insists that Sebek is an Egyptian name (it’s not).

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

"Egyptian fashion is so glamorous! I want to wear something like that."

Thinks Yuu’s traditional clothing is beautiful.

Chenya:

"So, your people thought cats were sacred? I KNEW I liked you."

Pretends to be a sphinx to scare people.

Rollo Flamme:

"Your festivals are far too extravagant."

Secretly fascinated by Egypt’s fire-related myths.

[enemiestolovershoe]

Friendship and Desire

Johnnie Guilbert x bsf!Reader

Summary: about how a close friendship between you and Johnnie blossoms into a passionate romance after meeting at a party, exploring the journey of falling in love and deepening emotional connections.

A/n: This is my first fic and my first language is not English so please be nice.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, Timeline doesn’t add up to reality, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), getting caught, feelings, first language not English, crying. let me know if you find more.

Life had always felt like an ongoing adventure for you and Jake. Best friends since childhood, you two had navigated the maze of growing up together, sharing laughter, secrets, and dreams of the future. When the opportunity arose to move in together, it felt like the next logical step, a continuation of your lifelong journey.

One summer night, Sam and Colby threw one of their infamous house parties, the kind where everyone you knew (and plenty of people you didn't) gathered to escape reality for a while. That's where Jake met Johnnie. From the moment you locked eyes with Johnnie, you knew something extraordinary was about to unfold. He was clad in black, his eyes lined with kohl, and his presence radiated the same dark, captivating energy that you had always felt within yourself.

In that chaotic swirl of music and laughter, you and Johnnie found each other, two kindred spirits in a world that often felt like it didn't understand you. The connection was immediate and intense, and as the night wore on, it became clear that this was the beginning of something more than just a fleeting encounter at a party.

As the weeks passed after that fateful night, you, Jake, and Johnnie quickly became an inseparable trio. What started as a series of late-night conversations and spontaneous adventures soon grew into something more profound. Johnnie's presence felt like the missing piece you and Jake never knew you needed.

Before long, it made perfect sense for Johnnie to move in with you two. Your small apartment became a sanctuary for the three of you, a place where you could be unapologetically yourselves. Mornings were spent sipping coffee and sharing dreams, while evenings turned into marathons of horror movies and impromptu jam sessions, each of you lost in your shared love for the emo subculture.

Living together, your bond only deepened. Johnnie brought a unique energy to the group; his wit and depth of understanding complemented your own, while his unyielding loyalty mirrored Jake's. You found solace in each other’s company, finding comfort in the shared silences and the unspoken understanding that flowed effortlessly among you.

Life had its ups and downs, but through it all, you faced everything together. When one of you had a bad day, the others knew exactly how to lift their spirits. Whether it was through heartfelt talks on the rooftop under the stars, or blasting your favorite bands and singing along at the top of your lungs, you had each other’s backs.

One particularly stormy night, as rain lashed against the windows and thunder echoed in the distance, the three of you huddled in the living room, wrapped in blankets. The power had gone out, casting the apartment into a dim, cozy darkness. Candles flickered around you, creating a circle of warm light that felt like a shield against the storm outside.

Jake glanced at you and Johnnie, a grin spreading across his face. “Remember how we met at Sam and Colby’s party? Feels like forever ago.”

Johnnie chuckled, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. “Yeah, who would’ve thought that one night would lead to all of this?”

You nodded, a sense of gratitude swelling in your chest. “We’ve come a long way since then. And I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your friendship, you realized that this was home. Not the apartment, not the physical space, but the bond you shared. The world outside might be unpredictable, but together, you knew you could weather any storm.

The storm raged on outside, each clap of thunder resonating through the walls of the apartment. Despite the warmth and camaraderie you had felt earlier, sleep eluded you. Memories and worries swirled in your mind, refusing to let you rest. Deciding that a hot chocolate might soothe your restless thoughts, you quietly slipped out of bed and padded down to the kitchen.

The dim glow of the candles still flickered in the living room as you made your way to the counter. You set about the familiar ritual of heating milk, adding cocoa, and stirring until the rich, comforting aroma filled the kitchen. As you sat on the counter, cradling the warm mug in your hands, the emotions you had been holding back all day began to spill over. Tears silently traced paths down your cheeks as you sipped your hot chocolate, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching until Johnnie’s voice broke the silence. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

You looked up, quickly wiping at your eyes, but Johnnie had already seen the tears. His expression softened as he crossed the room, his own mug in hand. “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, managing a small smile. “Not at all.”

Johnnie hopped up to sit beside you on the counter, the two of you quietly sipping your drinks. The comfortable silence stretched between you, punctuated only by the sound of the rain and the occasional rumble of thunder. After a few moments, Johnnie glanced at you, his voice gentle. “Want to talk about it?”

You sighed, staring into your mug. “It’s just… a lot of things. I’ve been feeling down lately like everything is piling up on me. I miss home, and it’s hard being away from everything I knew.”

Johnnie nodded, his eyes full of understanding. “That’s tough. It’s normal to feel that way, especially with so many changes happening.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your emotions. “And there’s something else. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I can’t anymore.”

He looked at you, curiosity and concern in his eyes. “What is it?”

You hesitated, then finally decided to take the plunge. “I think I have feelings for someone. Someone close to me.”

Johnnie’s eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

You bit your lip, your heart pounding. “It’s you, Johnnie. I’ve been falling for you, and it’s been confusing and scary. I didn’t want to mess up what we have, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Before you could say another word, Johnnie leaned in and kissed you. His lips were soft and urgent, conveying all the emotions he’d been holding back. Surprised but thrilled, you kissed him back, your heart racing.

The kiss deepened, your mugs of hot chocolate forgotten on the counter. Johnnie’s hands cupped your face, his thumbs gently brushing away the traces of your tears. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Johnnie rested his forehead against yours, his voice a whisper. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

You smiled, your heart soaring. “Me too.”

He kissed you again, more slowly this time, savoring the moment. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer. You felt a warmth spreading through your body, a mix of relief and desire. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation.

Johnnie’s hands moved to your waist, lifting you slightly to sit more comfortably on the counter. He stepped between your legs, his touch gentle but firm. As his lips traveled down your neck, you let out a soft sigh, your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I’ve never been more sure.”

With a shared sense of urgency, you and Johnnie moved towards his room, his hand entwined with yours, guiding you down the hallway, every step filled with anticipation.

Once inside, Johnnie gently closed the door behind you, his eyes locking with yours in the dim light. "I've never been more sure," you repeated softly, your voice filled with conviction.

Johnnie's response was a tender yet passionate kiss, his hands starting to undress you with a newfound urgency.

Your fingers mirrored his actions, working to unbutton his pajama top and slide it off his shoulders. The fabric fell to the floor, forgotten as your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

His hands found the hem of your pajama top, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air sent a shiver down your spine, quickly replaced by the heat of his touch. You fumbled with the drawstring of his pajama pants, finally managing to undo it and pull them free, while he slid your pajama bottoms down your legs.

With each article of clothing removed, the connection between you deepened.

You stood there, bare and vulnerable, but completely trusting in this moment.

Johnnie's gaze traveled over your body, filled with admiration and desire.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky.

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth.

"So are you," you replied, your hands exploring the contours of his body, committing every detail to memory.

Johnnie guided you to the bed, the two of you sinking onto the soft mattress.

His kisses grew more intense, his hands exploring every inch of your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He moved his hands between your legs, feeling your arousal. Leaning close, Johnnie whispered into your ear, "Who made you this wet, darling?" His voice carried a mix of curiosity and desire, sending a shiver down your spine as you met his gaze with a flush of anticipation.

"You, Johnnie, just you," you moaned, arching your back as you met his touch with eager anticipation. He intensified his movements, skillfully responding to your body's signals while kissing down your trembling form.

He kissed your clit and you let out a loud moan. He paused, placing a hand gently over your mouth. "Shh, darling," Johnnie whispered urgently. "You need to be silent, or else Jake will hear and won't stop teasing you about it."

You nodded, understanding the need for discretion, and Johnnie resumed his actions with renewed focus and determination.

He sucked on your clit, his fingers working inside you with precision. Soon, you felt the familiar wave of pleasure building, signaling your first orgasm of the night was near.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," you panted.

"Cum for me, darling," Johnnie whispered, his voice husky with desire.

He worked you through your orgasm, his touch steady and reassuring, and kissed you tenderly afterward. Letting you taste yourself.

As he reached over to his nightstand for a condom, you stopped him with a firm but gentle touch.

"We don't need this, I'm on birth control," you assured him.

"Fuck, okay," Johnnie replied, his voice laced with a mix of relief and desire. He lined himself up at your entrance, making sure you were okay with this one last time before he gently entered you. Both of you moaned softly as he filled you, and he paused to let you adjust to the intimate connection.

After a few moments, he began to move, gradually increasing his pace. Soon, you were a moaning mess underneath him, your bodies moving in sync as pleasure washed over you both.

"Touch your clit," he panted, his movements becoming more urgent as he continued to thrust into you. Responding eagerly to his request, you complied, fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

As you began to rub your clit, pleasure surged through you. Johnnie's rhythm synchronized with your movements, intensifying the sensations building within you. Soon, you felt your second orgasm approaching, waves of ecstasy rippling through your body.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" you moaned, giving in to the intense pleasure.

"Me too. Where do you want me?" Johnnie asked eagerly.

"Inside me, Johnnie," you gasped.

"M-Fuck," he groaned.

Together, you both climaxed, sharing a moment of pure ecstasy.

You both were a panting mess as you came down from your heights.

"That was—" you started, interrupted as Jake barged into the room.

"You two are so fucking loud, god damn it.

But at least you finally made a move," he said pointing at Johnnie, leaving as quickly as he appeared.

"Oops," you chuckled nervously.

Johnnie just grinned, "wanna go for round two?"

[desmorotu]

vincent’s playlist 🫧 (a glimpse)

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☆ as the world falls down - david bowie (at the Summit, if Lovely was revealed to Vincent instead of greeting guests with him, this would have been the song that played while they made their way to him. just like in the Labyrinth, this song gives that mystical, romantic feel. he’d stare in awe, mouth agape until he swallows thickly or until Sam comes up to close it for him LMAO. he’d chuckle in disbelief, looking deeply into their eyes with his kohl-lined ones and stuttering his words. he’d lick his glossy lips and trace his gaze down. “ex-fucking-scuse me? you look incredible, Lovely.”)

☆ square hammer - ghost (loves the intro, the lyric cadence, the sound of papa’s voice, and especially the thought of seeing it live. he was more of a rocker kind of guy growing up, always adorning band tees and silver chains of some kind. the year he was turned, in fact, was when he was the most into the style part of the subculture. after he turned he had decided to keep most of his piercings, including his triple lobe, helix, eyebrow, and nose ones. he fears that taking them out will heal them immediately because of his power, even if he knows it’s not technically true. he keeps this kind of music near and dear to his heart.)

☆ lovesong - the cure (loves driving to this song. whether it’s sunshine, rain, clear skies or cloudy, this song has to play at least once. he puts on his sunglasses and bobs his head to the beat, glancing over at Lovely often and smiling to himself when they’re doing the same. he plays it when they’re at home doing chores too, having a mini dance party for themselves. they go out to goth clubs often for the same atmosphere and to get new songs on their lists.)

☆ kiss me until my lips fall off - lebanon hanover (loves the bass. he sways his whole body if he chooses to dance, raising his hands above his head and “plucking cobwebs.” he likes reciting the lyrics to Lovely as a silly way to ask for kisses. loves the drums and the deep tone of the vocals, humming it to himself even if he’s not much of a singer.)

(suggestive/sexual annotation below)

☆ not my type: dead as fuck 2 - motionless in white (“she loves me ‘cause i like to give head like a zombie—eat! eat! eat!—‘til her insides are on me” …those lyrics low key [high key] turn him on and they burn a fiery heat into his chest. as a man with an oral fixation on both the giving and receiving end, the thought of his lover being so desperate to have their mouth on him sends his thoughts into a carnal frenzy. simultaneously, the lyrics make him want to grab Lovely, throw them on any flat surface, and let the lyrics speak for themselves. he always has his mouth on them, whether he’s kissing their neck + shoulders, back, hands, arms, chest, stomach, thighs—anywhere they’ll allow him, really. there’s rarely a time where Lovely doesn’t have hickeys, but it’s not always in a sexual light. he just likes to have his mouth on them.)

☆ dive in - pierce the veil (this song strikes a chord in his heart for a reason he can’t explain; perhaps it’s the piano mixed in with the intense guitar and drums? perhaps it’s because the song goes too fast for him to focus on his thoughts? he plays this in his headphones on full blast when he needs to pay attention to anything other than his mind. his favorite part is the octave jump and the beat drop near the end!)

☆ props and mayhem - pierce the veil (he doesn’t branch out too much when it comes to music, so a lot of his playlist is just ptv. he loves the lyrics and finds solace in them, despite how vic fuentes probably does not understand that he wrote lyrics relatable to a vampire and his supernatural culture. the song strangely reminds him of his last few years as a human. when this song plays, he thinks about the stranger from the Surge line. he hopes they’re peaceful.)

(slightly suggestive annotation below)

☆ god complex - violent vira (when he listens to this song, his movements instinctively get more sensual and calculated. it’s not intentional, but the slow feeling of the music brings him to be a more captivating “predator.” sultry eyes, wet lips, and smooth touches often bring Lovely to a state of “aroused confusion,” as they call it. it’s like a switch; as soon as the song’s off, he goes back to normal. in most cases, however, the song ends long before Lovely is done with him. if vincent had a sex playlist, he’d think of adding this song.)

☆ love gun - kiss (SAM SHOWED HIM THIS SONG!! he absolutely loves the sick ass bass line and the cool lyrics. he agrees with sam’s sentiments that paul stanley’s voice is one of the best in rock history. he feels cool as fuck when this song comes on—especially when he’s driving. he drums on the steering wheel and taps his free foot in the floorboard. when he’s able to dance, you bet he most certainly will. he wishes he pursued his talent on the guitar, but he unfortunately no longer practices.)

☆ rosemary - deftones (“TIIIIIME SHIFT.” he loves the build up, the guitar, the seeming desperation in the vocals, and the overall tone of the song. he has to bite his knuckles to shut down the feeling that this song gives him. he breaks out in goosebumps and he loves how full and warm the sound is, especially when listening with headphones. he doesn’t really like how long it is, but it’s a personal preference that he excuses for the “dope ass vibes,” as Lovely likes to say.”

refer to vincent’s playlist cover at the bottom :)

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vincent is honestly the inspiration behind the song association in general, but asher’s song happened to come on while casually listening and i couldn’t help but make his post then and there. this one stays in the same kind of realm of music for the most part; i feel like vincent isn’t a super musical person anymore but he used to really enjoy it and is trying to get back into it. these are just my opinions! in my mind, vincent is on the goth side of things with a mix of a bunch of different musical subcultures thrown in. if you want more, lmk :3 (i will make them anyways, but if you desire a specific character then you need only ask!) @morgansplace

i wanna write mini fics but UGHHH i don’t think my writing is good enough smh. maybe i’ll do it anyways at some point.

k bye 💟

[jackhkeynes]

Markish

Markish is an English language of the German family of languages which evolved on the island of Albion. It is closely related to other English languages like Kentish and Wessern, and is the primary language of the polity of Markland.

Contemporary Markish descends form the Early Markish spoken in Markland, which itself descends from Anglian varieties of Old English.

This article principally describes the acrolect of Markish spoken in and around the capital city of Tommarth.

Examples

A jalicked knave bought a new quistre. /ə ˈdʒa.lɪ.kəd knɛːv bɔft ə nəu ˈkwɪ.stə/ A guy in a tuxedo bought a new phone. Aquifex is the temendest corporal. /ˈa.kwɪˌfɛks ɪz ðe ˈtiː.mən.dəs ˈkoː.pʊ.ɾəl/ Hydrogen is the most abundant element. Do thy breches of and put thysel abed! /duː ðəi ˈbɾiː.tʃəz ɔf ən pʊt ðəiˈsɛl əˈbɛd/ Take off your clothes and get on the bed! By way o'dreend al therin ough, he asked "As swich?" /bəi wəi əˈdɾiː.ən‿dal ðəˈɾɪn uːf | hiː ˈa.skəd | az swɪtʃ/ While doing everything wrong, he asked "Like that?" Psolick tersures may breken wines brewing of. /ˈsɔ.lɪk ˈtɛː.zjəz məi ˈbɾiːkə wəinz ˈbɾəwɪŋg ɔf/ Sulphites can stop wine fermentation.

Phonology

Consonants

The consonant phonemes found in Markish are:

/m n/ /p t tʃ k/ /b d dʒ g/ /f θ s ʃ h/ /v ð z/ /w l ɾ j/

and they are subject to the following orthographic conventions:

b d f h k l m n p t v w z represent their IPA symbols.

j r y represent /dʒ ɾ j/ respectively.

c usually represents /s/ before i e y and /k/ elsewhere.

awice /əˈwəis/ "indeed" < OE ġewiss "certain" coholl /kʊˈhɔl/ "sulfide" < Ar كُحْل "kohl"

g usually represents /g/ but may represent /dʒ/ before i e y.

eagre /ˈeː.gə/ "acid" < L ācer nargill /ˈnaː.dʒɪl/ "coconut" < Ar نَرْجِيل "coconut palm" girl /geːl/ "young person"

q appears almost always in the diagraph qu to represent /kw/.

quoit /kwəit/ "tyre, torus"

s represents /z/ between vowels and word-finally (unless doubled), and /s/ otherwise.

Brasil /bɾəˈzɪl/ "Newfoundland" < Ir Breasail betimes /bɪˈtəimz/ "earlier" surblavick /soːˈblɛː.vɪk/ "ultraviolet" < L blavus "blue"

x represents /gz/ between vowels, and /ks/ otherwise.

oxy /ˈɔg.ziː/ "stubborn" œculux /ˈɛ.kjəˌlʊks/ "EM radiation" < Gr οἶκος "house", L lux "light"

There are several digraphs of letters with -h: ch gh ph sh th wh.

ph sh wh represent /f ʃ f/.

ch usually represents /tʃ/, but sometimes also /k/.

chalk /tʃalk/ "chalk" yacht /jakt/ "cult" < Du jaght "hunting party"

gh usually represents either /ʃ/ (following i) or /f/ (following u).

wight /wɪʃt/ "person" < OE wiht "thing, creature" ough /uːf/ "bad" < OE wōh "wrong, crooked" NB I'ght /ˈəift/ "I must", contracted from I ought

th usually represents either of /θ ð/, and sometimes /t/.

thrift /θɾɪft/ "energy" < ON þrift "prosperity" yeathre /ˈjeːðə/ "together" < OE geador

There are several situations in which written consonants may be silent.

In certain endings: participle -end /ən/, infinitive -en /ə/, superlative -est /əs/.

discurrend /dɪˈskʊ.ɾən/ "different" < L discurrēns "roaming" chammen /ˈtʃa.mə/ "to chew" (poss. onomatopoetic) tharvest /ˈθaː.vəs/ "least sociable" < OE þeorf "unleavened"

Coda r lengthens the preceding vowel and word-final -re is pronounced /ə/.

interpel /ɪnˈtɛː.pəl/ "interact with" < L interpellō "I disturb" sundre /ˈsʊn.də/ "many" < OE sundor "separately"

Post-tonic -st- immediately before a closed syllable is pronounced /s/.

hirstend /ˈheː.sən/ "extra" < OE hyrstan "to ornament" pistol /ˈpɪ.səl/ "message" < L epistola

Likewise, post-tonic -v- is lost in some common words.

morovre /mʊˈɾoː(ə)/ "as well" evre /ɛː(ə)/ "always"

Vowels

The vowels of (this variety of) Markish are:

/a ɛ ɪ ɔ ʊ ə/ /aː ɛː eː iː ɔː oː ʉː/ /əi əu/

and they are subject to the following orthographic conventions:

In stressed syllables, "short" a e i~y o u represent /a ɛ ɪ ɔ ʊ/.

sam /sam/ "set, collection" < OE samnian "gather" whelp /fɛlp/ "baby animal" quick /kwɪk/ "awake" thon /ðɔn/ "one, someone", contracted from the one bulk /bʊlk/ "cargo"

In unstressed syllables, a e i~y o u instead represent /ə ə~ɪ ɪ ʊ ʊ/—except word-finally, where /ɪ ʊ/ become /iː ə/.

defectend /dɪˈfɛk.tən/ "positively charged" behemoth /bɪˈhiː.mʊθ/ "hippopotamus" costumery /kʊˈstjəu.mə.ɾiː/ "fashion plate"

"Long" a e i~y o u represent /ɛː iː əi uː jəu/.

besake /bɪˈzɛːk/ "because" mete /miːt/ "standard, gauge" < OE metan "measure" ty /təi/ "to join" poke /puːk/ "container" < OFr poque "bag" huge /hjəudʒ/ "huge"

There are plenty of digraphs representing vowels.

Coda -r: ar er ir or ur represent /aː ɛː eː oː oː/.

davarn /dəˈvaːn/ "grand hotel, resort" < W tafarn "inn"

-a: ea oa represent /eː oː/.

roaden /ˈɾoː.də/ "to travel"

-e: ee ie ue represent /iː əi jəu/.

conspue /kʊnˈspjəu/ "to deride" < L cōnspuō "I spit upon"

-i/y: ai ei oi and ay ey oy represent /əi əi~iː əi/.

fain /fəin/ "willing(ly)"

-o: oo represents /uː/.

soon /suːn/ "as soon as"

-u/w: au eu ou and aw ew ow represent /əu əu əu~uː/.

blew /bləu/ "blue" coshow /ˈkɔ.ʃuː/ "rubber" < Quechua kawchu

[cleverhottubmiracle]

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[cashandprizes]

THAT FINISH

Finally cross-posted to Tumblr, here's the hockey au! This was a birthday gift for Fox and his lovely partner @sincerelywhistler. Thank you both for endless laughs.

CWs: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; William/Vincent; James/Guy; implied past William/James; under-desk blow jobs; dom/sub undertones; inappropriate virtual meeting behavior; chastity devices and cock and ball torture; hockey au without any actual hockey Like recognizes like, so the saying goes, and William sees similar tells on James’ camera to his own. To the untrained eye, James appears casually disinterested with his cheek cushioned on his fist with brief flicks of his eyes down to his phone. James is new enough to the game to still care about his reputation, but not so new that he hasn’t taken up one of William’s favorite ways to pass the time during a boring meeting that could have been an email. OR Two hockey team owners find ways to keep awake during boring meetings.

A/N: This is the hockey AU that started inspired by my headcanon that Lasko used to have a hoe phase when he started at DAMN and spiralled wildly out of control until… idk. This I guess. Shout-out to my darling @zozo-01 for knowing so much about hockey and helping me assign positions.

Team James - San Jose Sharks

Morale: Gavin & Guy

Honey -> left hand defense men (1st pair)

David -> first line center forward (captain)

Asher -> goalie (THE WALLLLL)

Milo -> first line right winger forward

Treasure -> first line left winger forward

Christian -> second line right winger

Amanda -> right hand defense men (2nd pair)

Darlin' -> right hand defense men (1st pair)

Aaron -> second line center forward

Freelancer -> second line left winger forward

Team William - Los Angeles Kings

Morale: Vincent Lasko

Porter -> left hand defense men (1st pair)

Elliott -> left hand defense men (2nd pair)

Sam -> second line left winger

Dear -> first line center forward

Blake -> first line right winger forward

Alexis -> right hand defense men (1st pair)

Lovely -> second line right winger

Huxley -> first line left winger forward (captain)

Damien -> second line center forward

Adam -> goalie

Like recognizes like, so the saying goes, and William sees similar tells on James’ camera to his own. To the untrained eye, James appears casually disinterested with his cheek cushioned on his fist with brief flicks of his eyes down to his phone. But William knows James after several years of managing teams together, and James would not wear glasses if he was going to scroll through his phone during the meeting because the screen would reflect on his glasses. James is new enough to the game to still care about his reputation but not so new that he hasn’t taken up one of William’s favorite ways to pass the time during a boring meeting that could have been an email. 

William glances down, mindful of his webcam as he leans back in his chair just enough to lock eyes with his favorite virtual meeting pastime. Wide, watery, kohl-lined eyes meet his own, and Vincent squirms from the attention. William tugs on his dyed black locks until the length of his cock slides past Vincent’s plush lips followed by a thick string of drool. William arches a subtle eyebrow, and Vincent’s eyes refocus on his prize, slurping loudly around the head and hallowing his cheeks. A picture of languid boredom, William pinches Vincent’s nose closed between his thumb and forefinger with one hand and pushes himself deeper into Vincent’s throat as a warning that Vincent understands. Toys are not meant to be seen or heard during meetings, Vincent recalls hearing frequently and as recently as 20 minutes ago whenever William demands his spoiled boy-toy keep him company while he works. 

Vincent’s throat spasms, but he dutifully drags his tongue up a throbbing vein of William’s cock until he’s suddenly pulled back for air. William pinches his cheeks together in one tight grip that spills drool down Vincent’s chin and onto William’s expensive slacks. Vincent follows the pressure on the back of his head and quietly returns to bobbing up and down William’s cock with a singular focus. Wayward toy corralled, William leans forward in his chair and refocuses on the same arrogant manager on-screen who has been talking for 10 minutes without seeming to need air or anyone else to hold up a conversation. His phone vibrates on his desk, and a notification crosses his monitor screen, a text from James.

Don’t tell me you’re still having issues with your desk toy, the message reads. William suppresses the laugh building in his chest, settling for an appropriately placed “hm” and smirk to impress the idiot depriving the air of precious oxygen on screen.

You know I like my toys a bit broken. I enjoy the training process. William catches the barest hint of a chuckle from James, who disguises it by clearing his throat. The discipline is always rewarding. I thought I taught you that years ago, Jamie. This time, James coughs hard and buries his face in his fist, grabbing a San Jose Sharks branded mug and drinking from it to hide the flush rising on his cheeks.

James eventually composes himself enough to respond, typing back a swift You just like trouble, Will. And who is William to disagree, more than aware of his history for sewing chaos behind the scenes. Vincent lets out a soft whine under the desk as William slowly presses the sole of his loafers onto the head of Vincent’s caged cock and applies pressure. A tut reminds him of his place, leaving him silently squirming and panting into William’s pelvis. 

Well if I didn’t like trouble, I wouldn’t have peeled you out of the penalty box ten years ago,- and you wouldn’t have that sweet little figure skater and his friend to keep you busy, now would you?

James is forced to acknowledge that William is right, but the sting is dulled by the warm throat his cock is buried inside off. Sweet is one way to describe the man underneath his desk, but James would probably use mouthy as long as Vincent wasn’t around as a comparison. Guy, no matter how hard he tries, is always a loud deskmate that requires James to mute his sound. At this point, James has had to accept that Guy was made for the sloppiest head possible - and James doesn’t mind the dry-cleaning cost in exchange for coming across those plush lips. 

William’s text worked him up, probably intentionally, so James can’t stop the way he grips Guy’s hair and guides him into a faster rhythm. Guy moans and his drool drips down James’ cock and balls to soak into his pants. James lets out a faint hum and strokes a hand across Guy’s neck to grip his throat firmly. Guy gags and pulls back long enough to breathe through his nose before swallowing James back down with coy brown eyes. James watches with relief as the meeting finally ends, quickly powering off his computer and allowing himself to pump his hips so Guy chokes on each thrust.

“That’s it, slut,” James groans, using Guy’s throat like a fleshlight. “This is all that loud mouth of yours is good for, isn’t it?” Guy moans and bobs his head around the tip with loud slurps and sucks, his hands squeezing and stroking the rest of his cock. James eyes the bite marks on Guy’s shoulder, puffy and mottled and almost definitely from his team’s captain. There’s a reason they call David the White Wolf on the team, and his penchant for marking his territory with bites is a well known team secret. 

“I’m gonna come all over that pretty face and send you off to the boys after practice just like this,” James warns, applying pressure to Guy’s throat and watching Guy immediately switch to deep throating his cock. “God, you took so well to throat training, you’re just made for this.” Guy hums, the vibrations sending James right to the edge and off of it. James starts to come in Guy’s throat, pulling back to shoot jets of cum across Guy’s swollen lips. Guy grabs the base of James’ cock, massaging his balls to draw out his orgasm and smearing the remaining cum across his cheeks and chin.

“Mhmmmm,” Guy rasps, smacking his lips and grinning. “Thank you, Jamie.” Guy expects it when James slaps his cock across his cheek, moaning and rubbing his thighs together. 

“Go help the boys cool off before I bend you over my desk and spank your hole raw,” James warns, voice simultaneously frosty and hot. Guy shivers, but obediently crawls out from under James’ desk after cleaning off his cock with his tongue and tucking him back into his pants.

“Promises, promises, boss.” James grabs Guy by the waist and brings a large hand down across his upper thigh to leave a red splotch just below his Sharks booty shorts. Guy moans and wiggles his ass to prompt James to leave a matching mark on the other leg. “Same time next week?” Guy saunters out of James’ office, knowing that the exact same thing will happen during his next useless meeting. 

“Yeah yeah, get your fat ass out there. My second line center forward needs a stress reliever after being on the sidelines this week.” Guy says something, but he’s too far out of the door to understand. James looks down at his phone and finally allows himself to crack a smile.

You’re just jealous because no one fights you the way I did, and we won last night. Not my fault your sugar baby can’t get his act together, old man.

[glittter-vamp]

I can’t wait for Joe and Ja’Marr to show each other their new shopping hauls and Sam to be like hey guys check out my new polos from Kohl’s 😂

LMFAOOO “But did you get to use kohls cash? Didn’t think so” 😂

[clipartghosts]

KOHL1.BMF: A color portrait of Helmut Kohl, the Chancellor of Germany who oversaw the reunification of Germany in 1990. Jack was hitchhiking across Sweden at the time and got to talking to some West German tourists one night in bar in Stockholm. It’s impossible, they said, for East and West to reunite. They’re so different, irreconcilably different, they insisted. One of them struggled for a metaphor Jack might appreciate. Imagine, he said, if Sam and Diane got together and it was all happy and rainbows and such. “Nein!” he exclaimed, smashing his stein down on the bar. “Ausgeschlossen! They will never be happy together!” Jack agreed the German might have a point, but only because he liked the way the German had pounded the bar.

[compo67]

At Kohl's, wondering what tcv Sam and Dean would be doing here.

[lorenfinch]

OC Description Tag

Thank you so much to @writernopal for tagging me!!

Rules: Share an excerpt from your WIP that describes one of your OCs.

Gonna share a description of my girl Belladonna, leader of the Night Terrors! Technically it describes two characters in one, though Ren himself got a bit of his own description earlier!

We could’ve easily been siblings. We shared the same pale skin, the same ever so slightly pointed ears. Her hair was black just like mine, though much messier than my own coiffure. Her features were much sharper than mine, all bones and angles. Besides the stark resemblance, what astonished me the most was her clothing—she wore nothing but old-fashioned, haphazardly dyed stays for a top, tight trousers ripped at the knee, and tall black boots with an absurdly high heel. Her bright scarlet eyes were encircled in kohl and her lips and sharpened nails were painted black. She stood with her hands on her hips, proud as any king, and I wondered whether I should be bowing.

Tagging (gently): @macabremoons @kaiusvnoir @sam-glade @serenanymph @worldsfromhoney

[unfug-bilder]

IMMER aufpassen, was du dir wünschst und wie du es formulierst.

Vgl. Das Sams: "Jede Menge Kohle"

Dennoch halte ich es für möglich, dass genau dieses Tor bei Julian Reichelt etwas ausgelöst haben könnte ...

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad the lost explorer and the crystal’s odyssey cast

@jakkiisthatboy2

Main Voices:

Tad: Trevor white

Sara: Alex Kelly

Mummy: Joseph Balderrama

Tiffany maze: Gemma whelan

Ramona: Pippa Bennett Warner

Victoria: Elena Sanz

Ramirez: Elena suarel

Reena Roberto Ramirez: Olivia Rodrigo

Lukas Williams: Patton oswalt

Flora peace: Ariana grande

Minnie wakanda: Kiki Layne

Snowy Moscow: Taylor swift

Jessie wakins: Tiffany haddish

Kelsey swells: Ariel Winter

Chai Ming Kong: akwafina

Nagham hugh: beyonce

Roger: Roger Craig smith

Kenny: Ken jeong

Christopher: Chris Pratt

Kevin: Kevin hart

Jeremy: John Leguizamo

Dagenia: Moses Ingram

Oganda: Danai Gurria

Liza: Letitia wright

Jaiden: Max Charles

Young Jaiden: Shelby young

Indiana Jones: Dustin Hoffman

Tiffany mordon: Sheila Victor

Blair: dove Cameron

Ying: Constance Wu

Andrea: Christina Vee

Riña: Brittney spears

Max: Adam James

Jack: Ramon tikaram

Pickles: Gary Martin

Singing:

Tad: ZAYN

Sara: Tori Kelly

Mummy: Joseph Balderrama

Tiffany maze: Taylor swift

Ramona: Bebe wood

Victoria: Awhimai Fraser

Ramírez: Beyoncé

Reena: Olivia Rodrigo

Lukas: Justin Bieber

Anne: Philpha Alexander

Tiffany mordon: Renee Rapp

Riña: Brittney spears

Max mordon: Adam James

Blair: dove Cameron

Ying: Constance wu

Andrea: Christina Vee

Other voices:

Michael Jefferson: Ray Romano

Anderson: Josh Gad

Joe: Nicholas cage

Ryu: Ed guaghan

Brian: Ben cura

Professor Lavoff: Jim Carter

Katie peace: Leslie Mann

Josh rackham peace: Peter Dinklage

Minnie’s mother: Queen Latifah

Nala: Lupita nyong’o

Jax wakins: Will Smith

Angelica wakins: Anika noni rose

Mary: Jennifer Lopez

Jacob: Jason Sudeikis

Riley: Madison Polan

Jess: Carrie Kearnen

Mark: Zac effron

John: Raymond Ochoa

Kohl: Jason Segel

Kanji: Michael cena

Grandpa Lu mian: Dustin Hoffman

Grandma Jie mei: Lucy Liu

Charlotte: Selena Gomez

Ronald: Robert De Niro

Jackie: Kristen bell

Joe: Davis Cross

Mika: khalessi lambert tsuda

Lin Jung: simu liu

Regina: Issa Rae

Messiah: Eddie Murphy

Miracle: Nicki Minaj

Emily: Zoe Perry

George: lance barber

News reporter: Keegan Michael key

Margie: Lani Minella

Song list:

Do what you gotta do: dove Cameron: (max’s and Reena’s argument)

What was I made for: Billie Ellish (the mind of memories form first to third film)

Perfect people: Becky hill (mummy’s capture)

Stuck with you: Ariana grande and Justin Bieber (Reena and Lukas’s love song)

World burn: Renee Rapp (Tiffany’s revenge)

World burn reprise: Renee Rapp (Tiffany mordons villain song; she starts making everyone mean using her powers; her revenge on tad)

A different beat: little mix;(the Chicago cats kahoot challenge course)

Hold on: becky hill (the journey)

Lazarus drug: (epilogue song)

I’m ready: Sam smith and Demi lovato (end credits)

Empire: Ella Henderson ( playing in the background when end credits rolling)