#seeing a musical is like a deep-clean for my soul. like my heart is being powerwashed

[bumblingest-bee]

t-minus two hours until sweeney todd and im absolutely inhumanly thrilled

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Not Afraid Of A Little Blood (Human Alastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Rating: Adult Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

You loved the nights when Alastor spirited you away from your family home in the late evenings, when you should already be asleep. Your family did not approve of the older man, regulating your relationship to one that existed largely in secret. 

There was no place you wanted to be but in Alastor’s arms. It felt like home. As he flung you around the dance floor, lively jazz running through your blood like electricity, the dull ache of your cramps was easy enough to ignore. 

Alastor’s hands wrapped around your waist, holding you to him as you laughed together, though you didn’t remember the joke. With him, you could forget everything. That was the magic of Alastor. He chased away every worry and demon. 

You hadn’t realized that he was chasing you or that you were fleeing from him until your back hit the wooden wall at the back of the speakeasy. Light struggled to reach the back of the room, but the music had no issue at all. Deep shadows swallowed Alastor as he leaned down, lips sealing over yours in a hungry kiss. 

He tasted you eagerly, pushing into you as he trapped you into the shadows. The scent of tobacco smoke and the earthy scent of the bayou clung to him. Strong hands gripped your hips, clinging to you, greedily running over curves. The ghost of his thumb on the underside of your breast made you gasp.

He took that chance to slip his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss. The taste of whiskey coated your tongue, filling your senses as you clung to him. Roaming hands ran down your sides, seeking and seeking until he hooked your leg just above the knee. He pulled it up, resting your thigh against his hip. 

Greedy touches took into the feeling of your skin under his hands, roaming and exploring. Your hands slip under his jacket. Strong, lean muscles flex and bunch under your touch as you try to map the landscape that lay hidden under the cotton shirt. 

Fingers went higher and higher, chasing the soft feeling of you. Your back arched, lost in the feeling of being touched by him. 

“Alastor,” you moaned his name, clinging to him as if he would somehow keep you from drowning in the sensation of him,. 

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as his fingers caressed closer and closer to your core. 

“Wait-” The suddenness of your word, clear of the passion and lust froze his hand in place. 

“What is it?” Alastor asked. “No one can see us, I promise.” 

“It’s- It’s not that,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m on my…” 

“Oh,” Alastor said, fingers flexing into the fat of your thigh. “I don’t mind.” 

“What do you…?!” you gasp as his fingers caress higher and higher along your inner thigh, fingers finding the place where the pad was held against your body. “Alastor!” 

“I’m not afraid of a little blood,” Alastor’s voice was a warm purr as he ran his fingertip along the side of your folds. “Did you know it can make a lady’s monthly pains ease, if she’s had pleasure?”

“What?” your voice wavered, coming weak as he reached pushed the pad to the side, making use of what little slack the belt that held it in place allowed. It was a thinner pad, being early in your cycle yet, and it easily folded in on itself as he forced it to the side. 

“Let me ensure you’ve got no reason to be feeling any pains?” Alastor asked, though the question sounded far from a request. 

It sounded like he knew you’d agree. In truth, you struggled to deny Alastor anything at all. He owned your heart and soul. What harm was there in giving him your body, too?

“We can’t,” you whispered even as you ran your leg higher up his hip, opening yourself up to his hand just a little more. 

“We can,” he whispered in your ear, tongue sliding out from between his lips and running along the shell of your ear. “Do you trust me?”

Lips worked their way down your neck, leaving a trail of stinging nips soothed by soft kisses. “I do,” you said, struggling to breathe. 

Alastor wasted no time letting his fingers slip between your folds. You gasped as his fingers ran along your slit, circling over your clit. He repeated the motion again and again as your back arched, pushing your breasts into him. The dampness left from your cycle’s bleeding was quickly replaced with the slippery slick that spoke clearly of your arousal. 

“You’re so responsive,” Alastor groaned in your ear as his finger worked into your tight hole.

The moan that fell from your lips was rich but unfortunately loud, leaving Alastor the choice to either withdraw his finger from you or silence you somehow. Without any hesitation, Alastor kissed you deeply as he pushed a second finger into you, swallowing the hot sound of your desire. 

Again and again he stroked you from the inside, drawing pleasure you hardly could understand from you. The flat of his palm worked over your clit with each thrust of his hand, sparking more sensations. 

“Alastor,” you whimpered as he took control of your body.

“You sound so pretty,” he groaned as his hips flexed, pushing his hand harder into you. “I need you, cher.” 

Fingers left your core, leaving you feeling empty. It was a challenge to think too deeply about that with the way his lips moved over your skin. Soon, that feeling was gone too, leaving you no choice but to blink your eyes open. 

Alastor’s hand lingered in front of your face, fingers shiny with the slick he had worked up from within your body. Unlike all the other times he had helped himself to the warmth of your core, you could see the dark smears and streaks, thicker in some places than others, that told you your blood coated his fingers. 

“I am so sor—” your eyes went wide as Alastor brought his fingers to his lips. 

The sight of his shiny tongue slipping from between his lips stopped the flow of your words. Greedily, he ran his tongue over each digit. Each pass of his tongue was a curling caress you couldn’t look away from. 

Shamelessly, he licked his fingers clean. He seemed not bothered in the slightest by the bloody tinge to the slick. Surely he could taste it, couldn’t he? 

“You taste as good as ever,” Alastor mumbled as he pulled his fingers from his lips,

It was only then that you realized he wasn’t touching you in that moment. Just as you realized that, he was touching you again in a whole new way. 

The velvety soft skin of his cock ran up and down your slit, pushed out through the fly of his pants. You hadn’t noticed the sound of him undoing his pants, let alone the shifting he would have had to have done to free himself, too entrapped by the sight of him licking his fingers free of your bloody slick.

The music changed as the band ended one song and picked up another, reminding you that you were very much in public. 

“Alastor, put that away,” you hissed. “Someone will see.” 

“They’ll think we’re young lovers necking in the back,” he insisted, voice thick with desire. “I need to be inside of you.” 

“I’m on my cycle,” 

He cut you off. “I don’t care. I need you, need to be inside you so bad.” 

“We’re in public.” The head of his cock nudged your sensitive clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat. Alluring kisses peppered your jaw, working along your neck as he teased you. 

The touches of his cock against your folds were just light enough that he could say they were innocent, that he wasn’t trying to wear your resolve down. He just hadn’t gotten around to tucking himself away and as a result, as he kissed you, he slipped between your slick folds. Each innocent nudge and caress of his cock coated him in more bloody slick. 

You moaned into his neck as he pushed forward, the shaft of his cock running through your slick folds. Fingers dug into your thigh as he hiked your thigh up again, using you as a shield against prying eyes. 

“Alastor.” This time, his name left your lips not in protest but in a wanton moan that brought a smile to the lips that kissed your neck. 

“You want me?” he whispered, lips kissing the collum of your neck as he spoke. 

“I do,” you whined as his large hand slid forward, cupping your breasts through your beaded dress. “Fuck, Alastor. We’re going to get in so much trouble.” 

“We won’t get caught,” Alastor reached between your bodies, grabbing his shaft with one hand and lifting your hips with the other, pulling you slightly off your freet. 

The tip of his cock ran along your folds as you wrapped your leg around his, ankle resting on his calf. The delicious stretch of his cock pushing into you was all-encompassing. It was a battle to hold your head up, a battle you lost. 

Alastor’s wet tongue ran up your exposed neck, tracing the line of muscles as he inched deeper and deeper inside you. The vibration of your soft moan was the greatest treat, felt but unheard as he slowly bottomed out. 

“Hold on to me,” Alastor directed, hand digging into your thigh as he wrapped his other arm around the small of your back. 

You did as he said, running fingers through the fluffy brown hair that was oh so close to curly that topped his head. He changed the angle of your hips, letting you sink deeper down his cock before he pulled out. Your weight was nothing to him as he held you in place. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Alastor said thickly, looking down at his cock, a bridge between your body and his in the dim room. Light reflected off of his slick covered shaft, ribbons of red covering him. “So beautiful painting me red,” Alastor said, sinking slowly into you again. 

The pace was slow, more of a rocking of his hips as he stirred your insides with his cock. Deep gasping huffs of air passed between you as flushed face met flushed face. You could drown in the deep wells of love and affection you saw reflected within Alastor’s eyes. 

The feeling of his cock in you was addicting. Nothing ever made you feel as full as he did. His large hands kept you grounded as he slowly worked his length out of you only to slide right back home in one easy thrust. 

Alastor had to swallow, working to keep his throat open and wheezing breath from becoming a rich moan. Your eyes watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. It was daring you to lean forward and put your lips against it. Who were you to back down from a dare?

The salty taste of his skin coated your tongue as you placed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin. The ghost of stubble scraped at your lips as you worked up his jaw, muffling your moans as he slowly thrust into you again and again. 

“Cher,” he groaned as you nipped at his neck, just under his jaw. “So warm.”

“So big,” you whispered back, tongue tasting the sweat that formed on his skin. “You’re so big.” 

His thrusts picked up pace, no longer the subtle rocking of hips as he worked in and out of you. The sound of the music covered the soft tump of your lower back hitting the wall he held you against. Breaths turned to airy moans as he fucked into you harder, faster. Each thrust bullied through your walls, the head of his cock reaching every part of you. 

“Feel so good,” Alastor whispered in your ear, resting his head against the wall behind you. “You’re made for me.” 

“Please, Al- I’m so close.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to him. Nails dug into the muscles of his back, feeling each flex of his shoulders as he fucked into you faster and faster. 

“Can you-” he gasped as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Can you be quiet for me?” 

“Please, Alastor,” you whined, so close. The coil in your core wound tight and threatening to snap. “Please.” 

“You have to mind your voice,” he groaned as your walls fluttered, so close to your peak and threatening to pull him along with you. “If you want to finish, I need you to be quiet.” 

“I’ll try,” you whispered, making a promise both you and Alastor knew was a lost cause. 

It was too late for him to stop, anyway. Each thrust had you clenching and fluttering, walls pulling at him lightly as he worked his way in and out. He was chasing his own release now, pushing you closer and closer to yours. He watched as your body went ridged, only movement being the gasping breaths in your chest and your walls clamping down on him. 

Leaning forward, he sealed his mouth over yours as your body twitched and convulse. The coil within you had snapped, taking your control and resolve with it. Deep moans and high-pitched whines bubbled up from your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own hot in its heels. 

Alastor swallowed every sound as his tongue worked into your mouth, caressing and exploring everything he could reach as his thrusts turned sloppy. It was his turn to moan deeply, letting you swallow the sound as he swelled and twitched. Hot white ropes of his seed shot into you, splashing your cervix and painting your walls as he rutted into you. 

His body stilled as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls. Neither of you were sure where one began and the other ended as you clung to eachother. Even as deep breaths mingled, he continued to kiss you deeply for a few moments longer before pulling away. 

“I love you,” he whispered his secret confession as his cock slipped from your hole. 

“I love you, too,” you answered, numb legs finding the ground as he let you down. You watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping his fly. That did nothing to hide the smears of slick on the front of his pants. 

“You should go clean up,” Alastor said, leaning forward to straighten the skirt of your dress as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

You nodded, walking on trembling legs. Over your shoulder, you watched Alastor pull his shirt from his pants, letting the fabric fall over his hips. Such a thing would look sloppy, something that would drive your lover mad, but it was better than wearing the mark of your bloody slick. 

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[kinokkotsu]

Home. — Yuta Okkotsu x F.Reader

Today’s Music Recommendation: M. By Anil Emre Daldal

As soon as Yuuta stepped inside the gates of Jujutsu Tech, everyone was there to welcome him, including you.

You held the sides of your long pleated skirt so hard that the fabric began to seem crumble. You were extremely nervous to meet your..friend who hadn’t been with you and the rest for almost a year and now he was finally back home.

There you spotted Yuuta who had grew his hair out and his eyes seemed like he had not slept for decades with eye bags underneath. He grew a bit taller than the last time you saw him.

When His eyes met yours, he gave you a genuine smile. The one you had been craving to see.

You pursed your lips as you held back the tears in your eyes and just calmly walked towards the tall male and give him a friendly hug.

“Welcome back, you..changed a lot.” Yuuta laughed at your very first response.

“That’s right. I’ve grown up, haven’t I?” the rest of the group joined the laughter in which you could only smile at his silly joke.

As many left after welcoming him, you stayed with him and followed his way through the old dorm that he used to stay in. Which you of course helped the man carry his stuff back into his room.

“Woah..i expected my room to be dusty and smokey but seems like somebody has cleaned up my room.” He glanced at you teasingly who was swallowing her own nerves anxiously.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Maki and Panda were planning to do so I just volunteered to help.”

You broke the eye contact you had with him and proceeded to open his luggage and recognize his wardrobe.

This man who you thought of as a pure soul had turnt into some scary looking creature but you found yourself still getting comfortable with him.

“Oh and i got you a gift.” Yuuta broke the dead silent within the room with his soothing voice. You who was sitting on her knees before the wardrobe, glanced over your shoulder and looked at the guy that sat at the edge of his bed.

“Come here”

“Why would I? You come here.” you scoffed which made Yuuta chuckle and made his way through towards your figure.

Both of his hands reached out with a thin rose-golden necklace that shone beautifully under the sunlight that was illuminating the room. Your jaw slightly dropped as your eyes admired the jewelry that was intertwined with his slim fingers.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It indeed is..”

You began to feel embarrassed for staring at the necklace like you had never seen one before. But in fact, you had never received a gift from no one like this which specialized the beauty of his gift.

“Now I want you to hold your hair for me so I can help you wear this.” Yuuta instructed with a gentle smile. Your eyes locked within his gaze before you nodded and followed his orders.

He was gentle with his movements. Though his face didn’t show any signs of emotion, deep down he was completely nervous as if he was about to piss in his pants right in that spot. he had never done this to any other females which was totally obvious.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. The feelings you got for this man currently got you folding completely. Despite being nervous, You didn’t even know you were holding your breath until his hands were moved away from your shoulders.

“There, I knew it would look good on you.” the male laughed as he let himself fall back onto the ground.

you stared on your neck, ignoring the burning heat in your cheeks. “yeah, thanks.”

“Just thanks?” He hummed. You shot a sarcastic smile on him. “What? You want an overreaction out of me?”

“You can say that,” shrugged the male, giving you a sweet grin.

“Save it.” You couldn’t help but smile. “now go rest, you’ve had a long day.”

All the worries you had while he was gone, The thought of him not coming back, The thought of you not having to confess your feelings for him, just the thought of you not being able to see the face of his can suffocate you from anxiety.

He was back home.

Please Comment and Reblog I really appreciate it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (follow me also I don’t bite) and yeah i feel like this is what would happen if shibuya incident didn’t occurred.

[skellys-selfships]

God Z x reader (gender neutral) headcanons

!!SUGGESTIVE CW!! mentions of gore and sex (nothing explicit)

{ my big spooky man deserves sm more love <3 if there's any God Z enjoyers out there, HI!!! }

• God Z may be a monster, but he's a gentleman beneath his beastly nature

• When you awaken, you'll find him sitting in the most sinister fashion, BUT he's prepared tea and biscuits for you!

• He'll tell you many tales of all his killings

• He overly embellishes many of his stories, but it's so charming jusr how happy he sounds

• When you first met him, he was frustrated that you didn't find him frightening

• He soon saw it more intriguing, your fearlessness as a test, a game

• What he never expected was for you to dig so deep, remind him that he even HAD a heart, and show him just how touch starved his old soul really was

• He loves when you help him sharpen and clean his claws, he's got a lot of pride in those claws

• He cleans his teeth with the bones of his victims 💀

• One of the few ways to tell he's genuinely happy and not just being completely maniacal, is when his tail wags

• He absolutely MELTS when you touch his shell, tracing your fingers along the veins

• You weren't supposed to know this, but his ears are sensitive :)

• He never thought anyone would exactly find him ATTRACTIVE

• He views himself as terrifying, mighty even, but never thought anyone could see him the way you do

• He almost makes purring sound when the two of you are alone, when you caress him

• The bleeding from his chest scar, eyes, and mouth never ceases, you've grown used to it

• He apologizes far too many times when he bleeds on you, it's not like he can control it 😭

• He's rarely ever sexual with you, he's far too respectful and has many old fashioned values about these things, it's usually up to you to initiate these things

• It's not that he's shy or inexperienced, you just gotta drag it outta this old man

• God Z loves to dance with you, amongst the aftermath of his treachery, in the deepest darkest places where no one will disturb you two

• He loves playing older, "creepy" music to slow dance to with you

• He has trouble kissing you, seeing as he has no lips

• God Z shows his affection by nudging you and trying to nip at you (without breaking your skin)

• He's a very festive fellow, he goes all out on birthdays and holidays, in his own ghastly way :)

• He would literally kill for you

• If you ask him not to, he'd roll his eyes and agree, in an exasperated tone

• God Z may not smell the prettiest, but he's awfully warm to sleep next to

{ I HOPE YA ENJOYED THIS, SHARE MY WORK AROUND N FOLLOW FOR MOARRR <3 }

[pasc4lfuzz]

Hey people! So during the early hours while I was listening to music I started thinking about which ones reminded me of some Pedro Boys, so this post is basically that.

So if you're interested... hop on!!!

warnings: very small smut (sorry not sorry)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

PEDRO BOYS AS SONGS 🎧🎵

Joel Miller

I feel like Joel would be Shades of Cool by Lana Del Rey, just something about this song that screams QZ!Joel Miller and also PostOutbreak!Joel in general.

The guitar solo in the song??? oh man so Joel codded, JUST HEAR ME OUT!

Javier Peña

I couldn't decide between these two, every time im listening to wicked games i remember of Javi, and Tuyo??? PLEASE THIS IS HIS SONG!!!

"What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)"

You can't tell me that after reading this you didn't thought of Javier Fucking Peña.

Frankie Morales

judge me but i see Frankie listening to Frank Ocean on off. and Pink + White intertwines themes of nostalgia, the inevitability of change, and the bittersweet nature of life. Also i picture Framkie listening to this remembering abou the happy moments he had with his friends.

Marcus Pike

COME ON GUYS THIS IS HIS - AND ONLY HIS - SONG, the lyrics, instrumental, the feeling everything is Marcus Pike.

Our beloved hopeless romantic deserve this magestic song! i mean:

'Cause with your hand in my hand And a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the glass I'll be tryin' to pull you through You just gotta be strong

THIS SCREAMS MARCUS PIKE!!!!

Agent Whiskey

You say it's big but you take it Ride cowgirl

THIS IS EASILY SOMETHIS JACK WOULD SAY LIKE COME ONNNNNN just imagine the scene, he's laying down on the bed while you are on his laps, both of you bare like the day you were born, his hands gripping your thighs sinking down on his cock throwing your head back murmuring.

"It's so big Jack"

He chuckles grabbing his cowboy hat from the bed headboard and place it in your head.

"You can say it's big but you take it, come on, ride cowgirl"

as he says he grabs your hips circling it while his cock is deep buried inside of you.

DAMN I JUST WROTE A LITTLE SMUT IN THIS, I LOST IT A BIG TIME AGO FOR THIS ONE.

Dieter Bravo

We all know Dieter is very famous in The Bubble universe and he does every thing he can just because of this, and that is literally what the song says about, it tells you about doing every thing to be popular, and well Dieter already is so he is.... enjoying it(?.

Dieter loves attention, he loves the most part of what he can get about being famous.

Dave York

If im not into this man than maybe he's haunting me, besides of being misterious and very hot he also have an interesting job that makes him even hotter.

Just listen to the song and i dare you to say that it doesn't remind you of him.

Din Djarin

I feel like behind that helmet Din jus truly wanna be loved, like he could just forget about all his problems and focus on something else. For this one i don't really have an explanation i just feel it.

Oberyn Martell

This song is the most pure lust you can ever hear, and everyone knows that Oberyn loves and enjoys sex, and this song.... OH MAN IF YOU REALLY EARNED IT IN HIS EYES YOU WOULD BE PRATICALY DEAD FROMPLEASURE THE MORNING AFTER.

He wouls make you go through - at least - 4 or more orgasms, this man won't settle for little, he wants you screaming his name, clawing at his back, begging for him, and after all of that he would give you a breath taking kiss and help you clean yourself.

I hope that everyone who got here enjoyed! Feel free to comment your opinion :)

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Musical Tag!

Saw this open tag and wanted to give it a try! Here we go!

Rules: Share 1-3 songs you feel best embody a character from your WIP/s, either in general or at this moment in the plot.

I'll go with Artemis Zreeth from Supernova Initiative, Renn Atrius from Song of Thorns, and Deryc from The Forgotten Ones!

ARTEMIS ZREETH

Like A Villain - Bad Omens

Look into my face, then look again We are not the same, we're different To tell your tales and fables, you couldn't wait You need a new clean slate without the dents A place to put your pain, your consequence When you look into the mirror, are you even there? I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell It's hard enough being alone with myself I don't know how long I'll be holding on I know you tried your hardest, I know that you meant well But you pushed me to the edge and I slipped, and then I fell I don't know how long I'll be holding on

2. Trials - STARSET

Hear me from the bottom Forged in regret, I'm the silversmith Doomsday, you had it coming Marching the streets with an iron fist Obey no more in silence The steel in our hearts will be monuments Today, they'll hear the violence We'll rise from the dark like Lazarus These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are We're motivated by the scars that we're made of These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are We take our places in the dark And turn our hearts to the stars The ending won't be forgotten It's written in the stars and the hieroglyphs Sending the lionhearted The stones break bones, but we're venomous

3. Animal In Me - Solence

When I look in the mirror, I know what I see The animal in me One with the demon, one with the beast The animal in me (monster!) I'm gonna show them what I have become I'm gonna burn, burn, burn Burn them all to the ground, all to the ground For all the times they didn't believe in me (monster!) For all the times they cut me and made me bleed (monster!) For all the times they said I wasn't good enough They'll see I've got a monster, monster within

RENN ATRIUS

Children Of The Night - Johnathan Young

Let them hear us sing Lost and broken souls Trusted priest and king All of the lies they told They can hear our cries Leave us in the cold While the children die Watch them count their gold So if heaven is filled with the likes of them We dine in hell instead We are the young undead Born in the grave of humankind Breathe, fill your lungs with dread We have already died For we are the children of night Poison in the air Can't afford the cure Children unprepared To die in father's war

2. Over The Hills And Far Away - Hurdy Gurdy (cover version)

They came for him one winter's night Arrested, he was bound They said there'd been a robbery His pistol had been found They marched him to the station house He waited for the dawn And as they led him to the dock He knew that he'd been wronged "You stand accused of robbery" He heard the bailiff say He knew without an alibi Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom

3. Higher Ground - Rasmussen

Ships in the making Bound for a distant shore World for the taking Men gone forever more Boarding and setting sail Yet, victory won't prevail Freeze the arrow in the air Make your mark and leave it hanging there Be the first to turn around Take the leap to land on higher ground

DERYC

Become The Beast - Karliene

I've always been a hunter Nothing on my tail But there was something in you I knew, could make that change To capture a predator You can't remain the prey You have to become An equal In every way So look in the mirror And tell me, who do you see? Is it still you? Or is it me? Become the beast We don't have to hide Do I terrify you Or do you feel alive?

2. Burn the Witch - Shawn James

The flames lick at my feet Their hearts full of hate What they don't understand, they condemn What they can't comprehend must meet its end But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction I won't confess my false interaction As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing I hear them chant: "Burn the witch!" I stand accused of "being in league with satan" No proof for their false accusation Tied to the stake, no hope of escape I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate

3. Hell To Your Doorstep - Count of Monte Cristo The Musical

The world is a place where the villains wear a smile on their face While they take what you can never replace Stolen moments gone forever Well, tables can turn as my enemies will soon enough learn I will strike a match and then watch them burn On the pyre of obsession You run 'till you drop, chasing on advantage You'll pay any price if you think it's free I will carry hell to your doorstep; I will make you pay You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day Sleepless nights and days of damnation Soon and evermore [...] Fall down on your knees 'Till I can hear you bargaining, scheming, begging, and screaming to pay! I will carry hell to your doorstep; you will rue the day You will reap the hate you've sown no matter how hard you pray It's a place without any mercy, fashioned in cold blood

Tagging (gently): @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @amaiguri

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad,

@lassiesandiego, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[cherrylng]

Chris Martin interview - Coldplay [ROCKIN'ON (September 2000)]

“The mission of our generation of guitar bands is…… I guess it's to write new inspirations that only our generation can write.”

A sane gaze quietly penetrating the madness of the times, and melodies of sadness. Coldplay, the rising star of UK guitar bands, shining blue and strong.

Interview: Yoichiro Yamazaki / Interpreter: Yukiko Kojima / Photography: Tom Sheehan

A band that can only be described as a very British British guitar band, no matter where you take them. In other words, are they a band who can only cater to their fans…… Despite harbouring reservations, I still think that this is a good thing! Coldplay's singles warm the heart, and they've made a commitment to push things with their producer in-charge when it comes to their album. Their debut album, Parachutes, was completed, and we were convinced that this band was good! After completing the interview (which wasn't very exciting……), and were about to come to Summer Sonic, they easily won first place in the UK. Until then, core listeners had been asking "Are they followers of Radiohead and Jeff Buckley?", but suddenly they were labelled by everyone as "Post-Travis!". Well, it's a bit of a mixed feeling. I understand that Travis is really royalty in the UK today, but it's sad that Coldplay are only mentioned in that vein.

You could say they are the same in terms of melancholic melodies and introspective lyrics, presented in a clean, flowing guitar-rock style. However, Coldplay delivers to the listener the rough coldness of their sound, the shimmer of their voice, and the resonance of each note of their instruments, and you get the sense that they are artists who bet everything on the communication that they create. It's not unlike the current Travis mode, which is all about writing good songs and having that pop feel. Anyway, it's hard to believe that this is a debut album, it's so deep and beautiful.

● It's so deep and rich that it's hard to believe it's a debut album. Are you happy with how it turned out? 「It's not really the right day to answer that question.」

● (laughs) Huh? What happened from the start? 「I'm in a terrible dilemma. I'm alternating between days when I'm extremely confident and days when I'm extremely anxious. And today is the latter (shrugs uncomfortably and chuckles). It's our first international press day.」

● However, your songs are full of the ‘naïve melancholy’ that is often associated with British bands, but I get the impression that they are very powerful and liberating to listen to. Why is this? 「…… (after some thought) Maybe it's because our melancholia itself is ultimately about being liberated from it? Most of the bands we like tend to express themselves through that kind of seemingly melancholic mechanism of overcoming melancholia by singing about it. I think we are definitely that type of expressionist.」

● What bands/artists influence you? 「Personally, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Flaming Lips, Mercury Rev, Björk, Blur, Stone Roses, Tom Waits, Nick Drake, Ennio Morricone, Eminem… the list goes on and on.」

● I feel that the feeling of alienation, “You don't see me”, and the passion, “I still think about you so much”, coexist in your music and lyrics at the edge of the tension. 「Yes…… I would say that my emotional ups and downs are pretty intense. As I said before, even this debut album, which we spent months making with our whole heart and soul, has a totally different evaluation depending on the day…… But when it comes to our music, we really want people to feel the sincerity and passion in our songs, rather than the ambiguous toggling between certainty and uncertainty. For example, the sincerity that is juxtaposed with a quiet passion, as REM does in “Automatic for the People,” and the passion that comes through in most of the Flaming Lips' songs because of that sincerity…… To translate that kind of passion into sound is our goal right now.」

● So, you've seen the history of British pop music, which has produced many great guitar bands and many boring guitar bands. What do you think is the significance of your new step into the history of pop music? 「Hmmm…… (after thinking for a while with a serious face) I think the mission of our generation of guitar bands is to write songs that only our generation can write, songs based on new inspirations that previous generations have not written, and to contribute as many of those songs as possible. We know that we are not doing anything new in terms of sound. That's why I think it's important to preserve as many songs as possible that can only be written by this generation.」

● Despite your efforts, people are already talking about you being “Radiohead followers” and “the second coming of Jeff Buckley,” how do you respond to that? 「I have very mixed feelings about being called that, to be honest. We like and respect Radiohead and Jeff Buckley a lot, so we feel proud to be compared to them, but at the same time, we suddenly start to wonder if the similarity means that our uniqueness has not yet emerged. I suddenly start worrying about it. On days when I'm in a bad mood, it really pisses me off.」

● …….Anyway, I think the band will continue to be misunderstood and unfairly evaluated in many ways, but I hope that your unparalleled songwriting and exquisite band ensemble will soon be accepted straight away by everyone. 「Thank you. What we would like is for the public to pay more attention to the band's musicianship first.」

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[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

Listen....

As someone who used to play piano, sing in choirs, and did Community Theatre I'd 100% serenade my fave (or any) Twst boys. Hell, I'd do it for the bit or as some type of prank! I might find any and all opportunities to sing/play songs from a range of decades to my boys.....

Imagine teasing Trey by singing Build Me Up Buttercup by the Foundations while he's baking for you ❤️ and seeing him shaking his head with an amused smile. As long as you help around the kitchen, and don't mind a playful chase or two with the ingredients, 🧁 he might be willing to join in with I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) by Four Tops as you clean up the mess the two of you made.

Jokingly singing Hard Days Night by the Beatles with/at Ruggie after another long day of school, work, errands and babysitting.... 🌼 When finally you've got some time to just be in each other's presence. But even if the two of you can only get these small moments now, deep down Ruggie knows how lucky he is to love you. 🌠 Introducing Knock On Wood by Eddie Floyd would perfectly put words to just how lucky he is to have you.

Late at night, when Jamil finally has some time to rest, and finally being able to Serenade him in the moonlight 🌙 with Moonlight Serenade by Ella Fitzgerald. Sure, it's a little on the nose but he's still flattered. Save The Last Dance For Me by The Drifters would be another testament of how well you understood him; 🪭Jamil's first priority might be Kalim's by blood, but his biggest priority is YOU (and that's by choice).

Rook would be fascinated to know French songs on Earth like La Vie En Rose by Louise Armstrong! Even if you fumble through the words a little, as long as you show him the lyrics perhaps the two of you could work through it together.🌹He'd equally love hearing old Crooner songs like The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra.... And the way he looks at you while performing just about sets your heart on fire 🔥💕.

Old Man Lilia would appreciate just about any rendition of Dream A Little Dream Of Me considering his affiliation with 💭Diasomnia. But considering his love of music in general, along with the seemingly endless life he's already had up until he finally got to meet and fall for you 💘, At Last by Etta James would be almost too perfect.

(This wasn't perfectly done, but I LITERALLY couldn't sleep until I typed it all out. As you can tell my taste can lean kinda old school (because I was raised by a Baby Boomer) but I've also been listening to a lot of Jazz, Soul and classic musical numbers lately. These songs hold a lot of memories and nostalgia and I guess I just needed a space to project them on lol! And if you couldn't tell.... I fucking ADORE the Vice Wardens in Twisted Wonderland 💖😩🥰 These characters and so many others hold SUUUUUUCH a close place in my heart I literally can't.💜❤️ Lowkey, lemme know if anyone's interested in more songs that I associate (and dissociate singing to them lol) with these or any other characters!! It'd also be fun to try writing a drabble, ONE-SHOT, or full fic again 🥴😋)

- Aim's Ongoing Delusions 📜

[differenteagletragedy]

hello, i've been thinking about musical theatre nerd Baxter since the Phantom of the Opera ask, and now i need headcanons about it, please, personally, i also think we would've made a great Orpheus for Hadestown

I love all the theatre nerd Baxter talk, it's so fun to think about!

-- He started dancing when he was 8, so by the time he gets into high school, everyone definitely knows it's a thing. He's also very good! Because of this, he gets approached his freshman year when the theatre kids are putting on the ~spring musical~

-- They have kids that know how to dance, but he's getting to be known for his talent, so hey, why not ask him to help out?

-- He's got some free time and a pathological need to please, so like sure, he's down.

-- Instantly obsessed. He's not unfamiliar with theatre, and he's seen musicals (old black and white movies with all the dancing, he loves), but actually being involved in the production of one? What a blast for him! The drama of it all!

-- As a former costume crew member, Baxter also gives me costume crew vibes. Just sitting in the shop sewing stuff and talking trash about everybody else. Could hem the hell out of a pair of pants and make an actor cry at the same time.

-- Him with a measuring tape around his neck at the sewing machine, just working and suffering. No, you can't try on someone else's costume for fun. No, you can't borrow something for a party. Get out of his shop. Seriously, get out.

-- Stage Manage Baxter too. He has his binder, his headset and he is TIRED OF EVERYONE. Learn your lines. Build the set. He doesn't have TIME for this.

-- I'm just realizing that you didn't specify high school, that was in a comment somewhere, so this can be for college too, or an AU! Baxter is an old soul, he's always going to be like this.

-- Could also perform! He could sing if he wanted, so he'd be your classic triple threat with his dancing talent, and we all know his dramatic ass could handle the acting.

-- Baxter pretty much IS Bobby from "Company," but he couldn't play the role until he was the right age for the character, so no school productions, it would hit too close to home.

-- "Somebody hold me too close, somebody hurt me too deep, somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep and make me aware of being alive," like COME ON.

-- We've talked about Phantom Baxter more than once, so that's a thing too!

-- I would do anything to see him do Emcee in "Cabaret." Tell me he wouldn't kill it, you can't do it.

-- Jamie in "Last 5 Years" -- "The Schmuel Song" is something he'd actually do for MC, so that's cute.

-- I'll lose my mind -- Baxter proposing like "The Next Ten Minutes," just think. "Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes, for a million summers till the world explodes, till there's no one left who has ever known us apart?"

-- He will absolutely belt his heart out when he's alone in the car. And the shower. And maybe while cooking and cleaning.

-- There is never going to be one single instance at all ever in which he doesn't know his lines or his choreography.

-- If this is school Baxter though, there's always a fight because he excels at both musicals AND period pieces, but he is only one person and can't be in everything. He's one of the strongest dancers but also just a natural at that elevated speech in more classic plays OBVIOUSLY.

[mactavishwritings]

Kitchen Lights and Journal Entries

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

fluff

coming home from a mission

word count: 1054

John MacTavish. Your lover. You held him so dearly even when he was miles away in the hands of the boys from the stories shared during quick visits. Your Johnny. Their Soap. You knew that he tried to keep in touch but it was hard when his mission pulled him to odd ends of the world. 

The last time he was home, you gave him a notebook. It was small enough that it would fit in his vest pocket, he made absolutely sure it would fit before he left. You asked him on nights when he was not able to keep in touch to write about his day or his thoughts in that journal for you to read later. It also meant that he would be there alive to bring it back.

Tonight was unlike any other night. You came home to an empty, cold house and kicked your shoes off. Work was long and drained your soul. You flicked on the lights and moved to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothes for the night. You could barely stand being in your work clothes for any longer.

Standing in the kitchen, the only sound that could be heard was the boiling pot of noodles and the soft music coming from the speaker you connected your phone to. You could barely stand the silence. Johnny always made sure to fill the house with noise whenever he was home so the silence was a harsh reminder of his absence. You remembered the first time Johnny came home. You stayed up all night waiting and the moment he walked through the front door, you threw yourself at him. Four years later, you still felt that school girl giddy just thinking about him.

Deep in your thoughts, you faced the stove and stirred the pot. The song you were listening to had ended and when the next one started, you felt two hands on your hips. You screamed and whipped around. “Woah bonnie!” Your heart was pounding as you came face to face with Johnny. Your Johnny. Safe and sound. Most importantly home.

“Oh my god don’t do that to me! When did you get in!” You collapsed into him, wrapping yourself around him. Your heart was still pounding, but your shoulders untensed. Johnny tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, hands interlocking on your lower back. “Not too long ago. You looked so deep in thought. What were you thinking about?” Johnny kissed the top of your head as your head settled into his neck.

“You.” 

His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “My timing has always been impeccable, aye?” You smiled into Johnny’s neck and left light kisses. With his tight grip on your hips, Johnny began to softly sway your body. One of your favorite parts of Johnny was the power he had over yours. He could control your movements and the muscles were a plus. 

Slow dancing under the fluorescent kitchen lights, you finally felt at home.

“So any new entries for me?” You pulled your head back from Johnny’s neck, finally getting a good look at your man to see if there were any new scars or injuries to attend to. None that you could see thankfully, but you knew that his team would make sure he came home to you patched up. “Got a couple. Want me to read them to you?” 

You two lied down after eating whatever noodles you had made. You got cleaned up and he put some of his stuff away. You noticed that he kept his bag out which meant that he wasn’t staying for long but that was something to worry about in the morning. You laid your head on his now shirtless chest as he opened the notebook to the first page.

“July 16. 0100. It is hot as hell in Mexico. I miss you so much and I cannot wait to see your face. I can guess what you probably are up to. Youre probably all snuggled up-” 

You smiled and pointed at the page, “You’re has an apostrophe in it.” 

“You wanna hear this or no?” Johnny laughed and you nodded, giggling

“All snuggled up on my side of the bed. Im not sure if it still smells like me, but i dont know if you care. Youre probably wearing one of my shirts even though it doesnt fit. Gotta go.”

You didn’t want to think of why he ended the entry there. You reread the passage a few times, noting his refusal of using apostrophes. Charming, but that was your Johnny.

“I didn’t have a whole lot of time to write in it so I only had three entries. Here's the other two. They’re both short. You’ll see why.

‘September 20. 1700. Price said that after tomorrows mission we will be sent home for two weeks. The mission sounds easy enough so that makes home coming soon. Price said that the vacation should be uninterrupted too, which never happens. Im being called.’

November 29. 1900. Fuck Price. That was not an easy mission. Well not actually fuck Price. It wasnt his fault but still. Shit lasted way longer than we thought and we dont even think being home for christmas is an option so fucking wonderful. Mission time’.”

You sighed and looked at today’s date. It was true. He had missed Christmas and News Years. You leaned up to kiss him softly.  

“How long you home for now?” You dreaded asking the question, but from the entries it looked like soon. Johnny looked down at you and signed. That alone confirmed your suspicion. 

“I have three days. Three fuckin’ days after the shit they put me through. Can’t even get a week with my girl before my fuckin’ master callin’ me back like Ima slave.” His accent worsened the angrier he got. His grip tightened around your waist and your hand rubbed his chest. 

“Johnny. Relax. That’s two more than we got last time. You have me now. Stop thinking about that and think about me.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, hoping to coax him down from his angry ledge. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry, bonnie.” He dipped his head down and kissed you deeply. “Let’s relax.” he said flirtatiously, making you giggle as the two of you celebrated him being home.

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[luminouslotuses]

q!jaiden song dump………there’s a lot

anxieties (out of time) - the regrettes

what can i, what can i do? / can somebody give me a damn clue? / fear on my body like glue / can’t move, i can’t move, i can’t move / what can i, what can i say? / tellin’ myself that i’m okay / colors come after the rain

all of these anxieties / come over me, just let me breathe / are we just forever runnin’ out of time? / missin’ how it feels to really be alive / knock me down-down, up, back down / knock me down, i won’t back down

paint - the paper kites

this house has never been the same as before / it’s never felt warm, never felt warm / there’s something moving through the windows and walls / i’ve seen it before, seen it before / you left me living with a lingering soul / how little you know, how little you know

see where i am is where i’m wanting to be / i know what i need, know what i need / and there are many different places to see / i know how to dream, know how to dream / still there’s a wound and i’m moving slow / though it don’t show, though it don’t show

12345 - em beihold

and my neighbors’ screams are deafenin’ / so i’ve got the music blastin’ / feel the skin, the floor / the matches light the candle / hope it passes, smell the / one plant i can’t believe i kept alive / this must be what victory tastes like

instead of findin’ purpose / i could just sell insurance / or join a pyramid scheme / whatever the hell that means, oh / “you need a hug, are you alright?” / “nobody’s loved you much tonight” / only the mirror tells me i’m fine

before the line - dodie

i have an entire post on this one :]

not strong enough - boygenius

black hole opened in the kitchen / every clock’s a different time / it would only take the energy to fix it / i don’t know why i am

the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am / just lowering your expectations / half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing / close my eyes and count

there’s something in the static / i think i’ve been having revelations / coming to in the front seat, nearly empty / skip the exit to our old street and go home / go home alone

happy - mitski

happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way / i poured him tea, and he told me, “it’ll all be okay” / well, i told him i’d do anything to have him stay with me

i was in the bathroom, i didn’t hear him leave / i locked the door behind him, and i turned around to see / ooh, all the cookie wrappers and the empty cups of tea / well, i sighed and mumbled to myself, “again, i have to clean” / i sighed and mumbled to myself

and when you go, take this heart / i’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you / and if you’re going, take the moon / then, maybe i will see you; in the night, i’ll see you

body and mind - girl in red

i’ve been in the deep end since i realized / there is a difference between body and mind / i’ve been at my lowest for the longest time / knowing my existence is not one of a kind

but i’ve had / my deepest cries for now / my heart’s out / my guard’s down

making the bed - olivia rodrigo

they’re changin’ my machinery, and i just let it happen / i got the things i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined

push away all the people who know me the best / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed / i’m so tired of being the girl that i am / every good thing has turned into something i dread / and i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed

$20 - boygenius

pushing flowers that come up into the front of a shotgun / so many hills to die on

(take a break, make your escape) / gas, out of time, out of money / you’re doing what you can, just makin’ it run / (there’s only so much i can)

wait on me, i’m not ready / i still have to change, have to change, have to change

snow angel - reneé rapp

first to arrive, last to leave / what’s misery without company? / it’s hard to laugh when it’s hard to breathe

smiles hide what secrets keep / can’t tell a lie if you never speak / look in the mirror, she looks like me / but half-alive and twice as weak

if it kills me, i tried / if it kills me, i

[corruptedroses]

— Embracing Desire

ask box open | commissions open | hit the tip jar | Patreon | masterlist Fandom —  Five Nights at Freddy's Pairing — Nightmare/OC Summary — When you want something so much, you'll do anything to get it back, anything Content Warnings — stalking, obsession, intimidation, master/pet dynamic, degradation, begging, submission, hair pulling, aftercare Word Count —  11,001 Author's note — commission work, one of my first works to come from my patreon <3 please enjoy

Deep within the state of Utah, deep within a city, ‘Nightmare’, as he was called, muttered away as he paged through documents at his desk, his dark, red eyes near glowing in the dark as he read through the incidents that had occured during their recent deal with the Aftons. The right hand of the Nightmarionne was used to being handed off his boss’s paperwork, used to being told to deal with it because he ‘just didn’t want to’, but yet as he read more and more, his temper only seemed to grow.

If there was one thing that pissed Nightmare off, it was when things refused to go his way. It seemed that people always found their own special way of fucking up or off, of leaving him a mess bigger than Mt Everest that he would always be the one in charge of cleaning up, one that usually involved more blood shed than it originally was going to be.

First it was the men that had fucked up a very important deal and had been sent back to them in so small of pieces he had originally thought it was minced meat. How he had fucked it up so badly that the Toys had decided to do that was a mystery, one that frankly he hadn’t even wanted to know when he had two very angry cunts yelling at him over the phone. Extra guns and whisky to smooth over the deal it had taken, ones which had to be dealt under the table least the head himself ended up finding out about the little mess that he had hid in the dumpster out back.

Then it had been Nightmarionne pissing off to go and skip around downtown with the other nightmares because they all wanted a very specific steak. Of course they had chosen this particular night to go to the club the Aftons owned, it was practically the hot spot of every gang and mafia in this god forsaken city went to, it was under the table, under the noses of the cops since no way would they be seen stepping into a kink club of all places. Not like the cops in this city would be able to afford it anyway given the price was so steep if you were a pig.

And now it had also been that the woman that he had been wrapping around his finger — a pretty dame she was — had disappeared from the entire face of the earth in one night. She plagued his mind like a bad dream, one that he didn’t want to forget, but yet his body craved those pretty doe eyes of his as she would call to him from the other side of that club, the music dim as her curves practically had spilled from that attempt of modest clothing. Such a bright little thing in a den of sin.

It was really strange seeing her for the first time in that club, not only had she stood out like a sore thumb since what woman who entered a kink club didn’t know what the wristband system was but she looked too bloody innocent too. She had originally shied away from his touches, cradling her drink in her hand, but her eyes had been another story.

The papers crinkled in his hands as he grunted out a sigh, his brow creasing into his ink black hair, letting his head lull forward as he allowed the thoughts to consume his very soul. “What a wicked woman…” A temptress, a seductress, she may have not known at the time but she had so easily sown seeds of desire within his heart, one that was as inky black as the night itself, one that wanted to steal and cage that little sunshine of a woman the first moment he had seen her, touched her.

No woman had made him crave her as much as she did. Most would run off when they realised the extent of how far he would take them, how much he would bend and break them if he was given the chance — yet she had stayed, yet she had looked at him with those doe eyes that almost seemed to be begging for more with each breath, with each flutter of those beautiful eyelashes that made him want to see her cry and beg for him, to make her makeup run and her voice go hoarse. He wanted and needed to do so many things to her, to see her be broken and built up again and again until she was nothing but perfection.

Letting his eyes glance towards the small calendar that sat on his desk, he clicked his tongue; she had attempted to disappear from his life nearly a month ago to this day. At first it was cute, at first he had thought that this was just some little act of defiance and she would come crawling back to him when she realised she needed him as much as he needed her, but that day had turned into a week, and that week had turned into this month. A month without his little pet, a month without his own form of release, it was driving him mad, making his own temper soar higher than he thought was possible.

He wanted nobody else, he needed her and her alone. As soon as she had touched him, as soon as he had touched her, he craved for nobody else, nobody else would be able to sate his awful desires like she had.

And he hated sharing. Those photos that hung near that calendar, the ones that the private detective had just dumped on his desk and left him with, they filled him with such a searing bout of rage every time he looked down at his pretty pet’s face as she smiled up at a man that most certainly wasn’t him. That smile was meant to be for him and him alone, he didn’t want to imagine the thought of sharing her with someone that couldn’t do the things he did, couldn’t do the things he could do.

No, he didn’t want any man to touch her, to look at her, to have a chance to see that smile that graced her face, to see how good she was when she was underneath someone, that pretty little face when she reached her high.

Standing up from his chair, his work was long forgotten, the correspondence between allies could wait, the recruitment could wait, the bookkeeping could wait, they were all secondary to what he wanted, to what he craved, to what he needed in that very moment. He could feel his mouth salivating at the thought of the sweat on her skin as he grabbed the folder filled with information, ripping it open like a bottle of water as he examined every piece of information, of every piece that he needed.

Amelia was going to see that there was nobody else that could treat her the way she wanted, move her the way she wanted, she was going to understand that she was not going to escape him so easily when she had already made him desire her more than he could ever think of doing before.

And in this city, he always got what he wanted no matter the cost. She was going to be his.

    “He has been looking 4 u.”

The phone screen cut through the darkness as clear as butter, Amelia squinting her eyes against the glare as she read each pixelated letter. It would really only be Chica who would be texting her in the middle of the night, not remembering that unlike her, Amelia had her own legal job, one which she had to wake up for in the morning in order to have a living wage to be able to keep living in her apartment. Chica was lucky that she lived with three men that were far more than happy to be able to provide for her as well as coddle to her every need, but she was just a woman.

One of which was finding it hard to go cold turkey.

Sighing as she placed her phone back onto its charging dock, the cheap flip phone gave a dull jingle before the screen on the front went dark, once more coating her room in darkness. Living in Utah, in the height of all the crime that went on in her sleepless city, it was bound to be time before she found herself in her own mess of trouble, trouble that seemed to be so insistent on finding her as much as she was against giving him up. She knew that the man had been looking for her since she disappeared from the face of the earth, blocking his number as she did so after the first three times she had tried to ring.

Clutching her pillow under her head, she mumbled softly as she pushed herself up, staring ahead in the darkness to the curtains that did little to block the city view, to block the twinkling skyline that greeted her vision every time she went to sleep and every time she woke, letting her knees curl up to her chest as she listened to the cars below. With so much on her mind, she was shocked that she had even found a lick of sleep during the night, especially so given her previous schedule that she struggled to recover from; leaving home in the early hours of the night, returning home in the early hours of the morning, it wasn’t something that you could just change at the drop of a hat, no, it was something that had embedded itself into her mind, into her routine, one that made the appeal of outside be more interesting than her soft and warm bed.

But yet her body craved for something hard and cold, able to feel the drag of that leather collar down her neck every time she sank in a deep breath. Of the nails that would rake down her flesh, teeth leaving imprints and marks against her skin. She could see them all in her mind, so much so that she couldn’t think of anything else, nothing else as she sighed. “Fuck.”

It had only been a month and yet the temptations plagued her mind like a siren’s song, one that no matter how much she plugged her ears and tried to drown out the noises it didn’t seem t want to go away. She had been warned that subspace was addictive, intoxicating, but yet she hadn’t imagined that she would be missing it this much, that her body would be craving for that next high even when with other people. It had only meant to be a one time thing, one that she would do and never look back on, but yet the man that had tempted her in — her master during those times — had taken her to such highs that she wasn’t sure how to come down every time, That euphoria, that release.

Slumping back against the headboard, Amelia pulled the pillow over her face.

She hadn’t really meant to get this far.

Her parents had always told her to find a sweet guy, one that could take care of her, be gentle with her, treat her like a queen, but yet her desires were screaming for the complete opposite of that man; instead of honey brown like the boy she was seeing, all she was able to imagine was piercing red, ones that seemed to stare right through her, through her soul, through her bones. Ones that haunted her dreams night after night as she stared into the fabric of her pillow, staring long and hard before she had to remove it for air.

Her phone beeped from where it sat in its dock, able to see the name that flashed upon the screen, dainty hands not even sparing a second more than they needed to as she grabbed the phone, flipping open the top to read the message. Now, she wasn’t the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, far from it, but yet her latest date made her heart bleed for the man he was in such a dangerous city, one in which shone as brightly as the sun as his smile did in the picture, the notable bags underneath his eyes clear as day with the flash on.

“I saw a few meteors, made me think of u.” And so hopelessly devoted to science. He was a dork in every sense of the word, a man that usually wouldn’t survive the hardships of the city if he hadn’t grown up here — he was far too sweet, far too kind compared to the guns and smoke that littered the street. Those traits made her consider that second date, or maybe it had been the fact that he had been so kind as to walk her home and more. Too sweet for this city, too sweet for this world.

Too sweet to commit to a relationship too, not yet.

The last thing she wanted to do was make him a sort of rebound, one which would only get his heart hurt while she was still hung up on some other guy. Could she even consider her relationship with the red eyed man as a romantic one? No, it was purely sexual, one filled on a need of control and to be controlled, it wasn’t anything beyond that. Even if she knew this her heart ached and groaned, muttering softly as she typed out her own message to send to the man on the other end of her small phone, each click of the keypad as she typed in each word keeping her as alert as the last, her mind slowly erasing the fog of sleep from her mind.

Something about how he should be sleeping was all that came to mind, not even bothering to double check her message before she sent it off, letting the phone flip close once more once it had notified her of the message being sent with the sounds of tweeting birds and whistles.

A low grumble filled the emptiness of noise, Amelia placing a hand over her stomach as she listened to her body growl and grumble — had she really forgotten to eat before sleeping? With so much on her mind, she probably had, letting out a low grumble in her throat as she tossed the sheets off and over her body, letting them fall into a bundle by her feet as she got up, letting her body stretch and crack and groan with protest as the warmth of her covers left her body, taking a few short steps towards her open door before she stopped, hearing the sounds of something softly tip and clatter.

She didn’t own a cat. Or a dog, or a canary.

She didn’t have a roommate, she had been renting a one bedroom apartment after all.

Neither of her neighbours would be up at this time, especially considering one was a night shift nurse.

What on earth was making that noise?

Amelia’s throat was beginning to close as her eyes darted around the apartment, her phone still in hand as she fumbled in the dark as she searched for an object, finally picking up something hard and cold in her palm. If her intruder had heard her fumbling, they made no attempt of investigating, hearing low haunting hums echoing down the hallway as they did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, Amelia’s hands beginning to shake as the tune weighed heavily on her heart.

No, it couldn’t be; she hadn’t even given her his address.

Her footfalls seemed louder in her ears, or maybe that had been her beating and rapid heart, as she slowly walked down the hallway, the low glow of her kitchen lights illuminating the space enough that she was able to see most of her kitchen as she approached, the marble counter top coming into view before her intruder did. His back was to her, various items of food from her fridge as well as a few things she knew she hadn’t bought lined up on the counter, sleeves rolled up and over toned forearms as he worked away preparing something that was just out of her sight line.

Even if it was mundane, even if he wasn’t doing anything that could be considered to be threatening, Amelia’s heart easily leapt into her throat as she took in the man. There were plenty of men in the city that had black hair, certainly plenty that had numerous scars on their hands, but yet as his head turned and eyes locked onto her own brown eyes with bright red hues, she could see the smirk that creeped across his face like a snake, the knife in his hand coming to a halt on the meat he was chopping.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up.” The voice from her fantasies echoed through the apartment, the man’s figure large but yet nimble as he turned himself to face her, leaning against the counter top as if he owned the place. “You were asleep for quite the time.”

How long had he been in her apartment? How long had he been using her stuff, cooking in her very kitchen while she was asleep?

Watching as his eyes flickered between her face and her hands, the smirk faltered slightly as his gaze met the object she held in her hand, the shoehorn that certainly wouldn’t do any damage to him. She didn’t have much in her room to defend herself with in the first place but the flat piece of metal certainly wasn’t something that one would even call a weapon, taking a step backwards as the male scoffed.

“I think you’d do more damage with a shoe than you could that,” the man started, his gaze finally settling on her face as Amelia bought the item in front of her, hands shaking as she pointed the more pointed end of the item towards the man, “besides,” he took a few steps forward, those steps being enough to close the gap between the two as he towered over her, staring into her soul, “come on, Amelia, you’re a smarter girl than that.” His voice was smooth, buttery in her ears with enough gruffness that made her knees weak every time she heard it, but they weren’t in a space where she could falter, she couldn’t allow herself to.

She didn’t dare respond to his taunt, keeping her choice of weapon between them as he tilted his head, his smirk only seeming to grow wider as she kept her silence, her hands shaking as she gripped the shoe horn just a bit tighter.

“Why are you here?” She could hear the waver in her voice, hear the way her voice trembled and shook under the pressure that was Nightmare’s presence, trembling like a feather, this time Amelia being the one to have her eyes flicker to and through, going between Nightmare’s face and the knife he held in his hand that seemed to be covered with something already, “I never gave you my address.”

What was she even saying? He didn’t abide by the law — she had met him in a place where drugs and guns were as easily bought as the weekly grocery shop, of course he had his ways of finding her, of course he would have his ways of being able to grasp her again, but yet she wanted to hear it from his mouth. Hear how and why he had come, hear his reasons as to his presence in her kitchen, her home, her life. The life she had tried to eject him from before she got too deep.

“Why won’t you go away?” Her words wavered once more as did her soul — it craved and cried out knowing the way he looked at her, knowing the way it wanted him, but yet as his hand came to wrap around the tip of the shoehorn, her entire body jolting with surprise as he wrenched it out of her hands easily with the help of the sweat on her palms, the warm wood of the knife he had been holding placed firmly within her grasp, her breath in her throat as she looked at the man, expecting him to do something more, maybe grab onto her tightly, maybe pull her hair, but all he did was step back, that smirk never seeming to fade.

“Perfect, now you actually look at least a bit intimidating, dove.”

She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or amusing her attempts at being threatening, but the knife now was in her ballpark, still warm with the touch of the man in front of her as he stared her down, his eyes almost seemed so overwhelmingly bright in the dimness of her kitchen. Like a wolf stalking his pray his presence was overwhelming, his hands shoving into the pockets on his tailored pants, sleeves rolled up to show the tattoos that decorated his dark skin, roses and other flowers stared at her yet she did not stare back.

“Why?” She swore her throat was about to close up, about to swallow her whole with the fear that swam through her veins, that swam through her mind as she took a few steps back, he only seemed to follow. She wanted to scream, to shout at him to leave him alone, but even if she thought about it, even if she craved to do so, it was like he knew that she wouldn’t, that she knew that she wouldn’t use the knife that sat in trembling hands as she stared him down.

She didn’t expect the feather light touches as he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, those red eyes still remaining so stone cold as he did so, yet his fingers lingered, tracing the outer shell of her ear as he chuckled, “because you’re mine.”

Mine, mine. He had called her his.

Those words echoed in her ears fast, hard, long as the knife suddenly felt far too heavy, far too hot as she tossed it onto the kitchen counter as she turned, her heart beating too hard, too fast as she tried to block out the feelings of warmth that the simple phrase had given her. She shouldn’t be feeling this, she shouldn’t be feeling like she wanted to jump into his arms and let him take her trouble away, she shouldn’t want any of this.

So why did she melt into his embrace when he looped his arms around her waist, hold her breath as he blew a hot breath of air across her ear? His fingers trailed down her sides through her night gown that clung to her curves, playing with the edges of the frills that decorated the bottom as he slowly pulled it upwards. If he were to look down now, he would notice that she was wearing no underwear, that she was already beginning to drip at the sound of his voice, the way his nails scraped against her clothes.

“If it’s money you’re worried about, then I can give you plenty.” Nightmare muttered, his lips grazing against her jawline as he spoke, “all you have to do is submit to me, crave me, drown in me.” And she wanted to do those things, she wanted to drown in him, she wanted to crave him so badly like the life essence his pain was, she wanted to submit, but the edge that teetered back and forth, her self control… Did she want to give it up?

Placing her hands on top of his wrists, she pressed down firmly against his wrists, feeling the way they flexed under her touch as he kept playing with the edge of her nightgown.

“Or,” he tutted right into her ear, his breath scorching against her skin, “you can say you don’t want this, you can tell me to leave right now.” A choice, but it was one that she knew he wasn’t interested in actually letting her have, one of his hands coming away from her waist to grasp her neck so lightly that it felt like his grip wasn’t even there. “All you have to do is say the word, princess.”

She could feel her heart now pounding in her ears, pounding in her chest, feeling the way his fingers danced along the vulnerable skin of her neck as he waited for her answer — it really was hard to make the decision when you could feel a familiar hardness pressing against your back, one which throbbed with heat that the nightgown might as well not have been there.

Licking her lips, she finally gave her answer, “Please… I need you.”

“Good pet.” Her mind was in a whirl, feeling the way his fingers grabbed at her jaw before hot, searing lips met her own, devouring her lips and commanding her body, feeling the way his arm gripped her waist with such a grip that she swore she was going to be broken in half. He never did anything with half an effort, he never treated her like a chore, the break in their kiss being only so he could twirl her around to face him before he devoured her lips once more.

A pomegranate from Hades’ hand, a hit that sent her high, Amelia felt the counter top’s edge push into her spine as he pushed her against it as he picked her up, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips as he pulled from her lips, “you were so naughty keeping away from me for so long,” he muttered through panted breaths, “too bad I don’t have my collar with me.” But it seemed he had another idea, his hand once more coming around her neck, pressing her down as her back met the cold top of the bench.

“But this works.” An act of possession, an act of being the one in control, it wasn’t like Nightmare needed it in the first place with the way he terrified her in all the best ways, with the way he was able to control her with just a few things. She could already feel the way his touch warmed her skin, setting it alight in all the right ways as his lips dusted along her juggler, feeling the way her skin prickled in response.

Like an ocean, ever flowing and so dark, he consumed her body, taking away her perception of the world as he fit into Amelia like a puzzle piece, but instead of one that slotted in nicely, one that would fit no matter the shape, the way he fit her was one that he had forced, one that he had crafted himself in order to make her what he wanted, to make her what her desires screamed at her to be. Oh how cruel could the world be, making the most dangerous men be the most thrilling, the most wanted, the most tempting. She wanted to fight the temptation, to push him out of her door and never see him again, but yet the way his hands fit against her form, touching her in the ways she liked without even trying.

And then he dug his nails in, a sharp inhale of a breath escaping Amelia’s throat at the feeling as he dragged those fingernails down, a blistering pain shooting up her spine that made her squeeze her eyes tight. “That hurt? Good.”

Pulling his body away and off of her, Amelia’s eyes shot open to stare at the man as he loosened his tie, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt as he watched her, almost seeming to be waiting for her — no, he was waiting for her. She was still covered in her nightgown, even if she knew from this angle he could see her uncovered cunt if he looked down, even if she knew that he didn’t care where he would take her.

To him, she was still way too over dressed.

In their moments of play back at the club, Nightmare had made it a habit to instil into her that before they could play that she should be stripped, on her knees, ready to please his every well, yet here she was, still dressed somewhat, laying against her counter top as she gasped for breath. That man had taken her oxygen, made her mind fuzzy, and yet her eyebrows pinched together as she stared at the man, waiting for him to make his own move.

“Hmph,” the man muttered after the woman hadn’t moved, his own red eyes narrowing a bit — was this an act of defiance or hesitance? She herself did not know the answer, but yet as his fingers once more began to play with the lace of her nightgown, his question was clear; ‘do you still want to play’? Another fake chance to back out, another false chance to shove him out of the door, yet she had already gone too far, she did not want to spend the rest of the night yearning for a touch that she couldn’t replicate, her mind screaming at her to not continue while her body said yes, sitting up as she slowly stripped of her nightgown.

That layer that kept her grounded, that layer that had kept her most vulnerable parts hidden from the man’s sight was shed away and tossed to the ground, watching the lace and silk flutter to the ground before she stood up, making sure that there were at least a few paces between her and the man. With that layer of protection gone, she swore that he could see the way her heart hammered against her chest, the way she was already dripping from conditioning that he had instilled into her soul, but yet he didn’t look happy.

“You’re still not kneeling.”

To kneel was to submit, to kneel was to allow him full control, to kneel was to let him fully back into her life, to let herself fall into those desires, to let him control her soul. As her heart hammered, as her legs shook, the last shreds of doubt finally disappeared from her mind as he took a step forward, as he approached her space, her air, the want to make him happy filling her mind as she finally decided to be the good little pet he wanted, to be the good little pet that he had whipped into shape.

The cold tile greeted her knees as she sat down, feeling the way her heels pressed against her ass as she settled back onto them and — for once — that smile seemed to be even wider than his usual. It haunted her to her very core, frightening her from the inside out — how was it that this man could be so calm, so collected and yet frighten her so easily? She wasn’t exactly complaining either, especially as he tilted her head up with one finger, that fear, that horror, it had drawn her in after all, kept her entranced, kept her yearning.

“Now isn’t this a pretty sight,” Nightmare muttered, his fingers tracing her jaw, “right there you belong.” Under him, obeying him, submitting to him, it was everything that the man wanted from her and more. It was what kept her heart pounding fast, it was right there she felt like she belonged.

Watching as the man stood up to his full height, he unbuckled his belt that looped around his waist, the bulge of his need being very prominent against the fabric of his pants as he dragged fingers against it, her eyes following each of his movements. “You know what you have to do.” If she wanted it, she’d have to work for it. As she had done many times before she found the fly of his zipper with her lips, gripping onto it with her teeth as she slowly pulled it down, careful to not catch her hair in the fly as she worked it down, noting that the man wasn’t wearing underwear as the smell of musk and sweat hit her nose, invading her senses in one go.

His fingers ran along her scalp, gently massaging the roots of her hair as she forced the pants down to mid thigh with her teeth, watching as his girth bobbed up and down for a short moment once it was free from its confines, the glistening skin of Nightmare’s cock shining in the low light as she admired its length. Had it gotten bigger or had she been misremembering his length? He always felt so large inside of her, splitting her in half, making her his little bitch, her eyes glistening over slightly as she looked up at Nightmare.

“May I?” The last time she had taken him without permission he had made sure her behind was black and blue, stinging to the point she hadn’t been able to sit for at least a week, and yet nothing had prepared for him practically shoving himself down her throat. Long and thick, her jaw always struggled to take him in every time she had him in her mouth, pleasing him like the good girl she was, but yet the way he had forced himself in, barely brushing the back of her throat, she couldn’t help but feel her eyes water as she choked.

“It’s like you never even left.” The man chuckled, each thrust of his hips making her choke and gag on him as he forced her back and forth, “A perfect cock sleeve, you can’t get enough.” Putting words into her already full mouth, putting them in her mind, Amelia’s hands shot up to rest on Nightmare’s waist as she barely had a chance to breathe, to fill her lungs, to prepare her already sore throat as he forced her head back and forth, like a flesh light as he used her for her self pleasure.

All those nights that she had spent at the club with him, all those nights that she had spent with him, indulging in desires that seemed out of reach, they swarmed in her head over and over — or maybe it was already the lack of oxygen that had begun to fuel her brain. His grip on hr hair tightened, almost pulling the hair from her roots as she yelped, drool escaping from the sides of her mouth at the feeling, the burn that ripped through her scalp. The burn, the pain, things that she was used to the man doing to her all mixing together into a sensation that she couldn’t describe with any sort of English language.

All she knew was that she loved it, loved the feeling as he choked her, pulled her hair, her head clearing as she was finally pulled out, spluttering and splattering for air as her lung screamed with each sharp inhale of breath.

“Good whore.” She knew that her eyes had already ran with tears, that there was drool covering her chin, but as he stroked his long fingers through her hair, muttering praises that had her melting, she couldn’t help but lean against his thigh, nuzzling it softly with each pat that came across her aching scalp. “Do you want a reward?”

Opening her mouth to speak, she felt his fingers stop the moment she did, her brain scrambling through her memories quickly in order to remind her that this was a question not to answer by words; if she answered with words like a human, then he would punish her, leaving her to nod, her tear coated lashes sticking together slightly as her hair bounced around her shoulders.

“Good girl.” Echoed once more, his voice hitting that urge inside of her mind that almost made her melt against his leg, using the hand he offered as he helped her up and onto the counter top he had been leaning against, letting him control her as he moved her, made her laid back, spread her legs apart, be the perfect little doll and pet as she half hung off the counter, only supported by Nightmare’s hips as he forced her feet to plant on his hips.

“Stay still and quiet, princess.” Fake warmth tinted those words, one that only seemed to run cold from his mouth as he spoke them as his fingers ran over the smooth skin of her stomach, over her chest and between her breasts, Amelia only able to feel and barely see his movements before his nails pressed themselves into the skin over her heart, harshly pulling down as she let out a hiss of pain. Scratches and slices, Nightmare never let her leave their sessions unless she was absolutely covered in them, that her skin was blue and red all over with crusting browns in a sick master piece.

He scratched down, down, over her stomach, over her hip bone, coming just over the spot that she needed him most, the place that clenched around nothing as his fingers danced just above her cunt, wishing desperately that he would just fuck her, take her, make her his. Yet, he didn’t, he scratched again, and again, and again, alternating the pressure between each downward stroke. “I bet you want to scream about this,” he breathed into Amelia’s ear, his fingernails going from the expanse of her abused stomach to her shoulders, sinking in as he pushed her down onto his warm, heavy cock, not entering her but yet applying just enough friction that shot pleasure up her spine, “but do filthy whores get to scream, especially when they’ve been seeing other men behind their man’s back?”

When had he— Amelia’s eyes shot open at his words, seeing the way his gaze locked onto her’s in a sickeningly entertained way, his fingers twisting in the flesh that when he finally pulled them back she could see the blood that decorated the pads of his fingers. When had he known about her little dates, her little flings? She hadn’t seen him nor heard from him in at least a month, how would he — no, he had spies everywhere, his men wandered the streets whenever they weren’t listening to his direct orders, of course he’d find out eventually, of course he’d know.

The sound of her phone ringing cut through the air, Nightmare’s head almost seeming to pivot completely around as he turned to face the noise. Amelia always made sure that everyone had their own unique ring tone, that she would be able to recognise them as soon as they rang, but that ringtone was her default one, the one that had been for everyone the day that she had gotten her phone.

It was star boy.

“Stay here.” Watching him retreat down the hallway, towards the noise, towards her room. She wanted to follow him, stop him from answering her phone, but yet gut told her no, told her to stay still and wait, he would come back after all.

It felt like an eternity before he did, her phone so tiny in his hand that she swore that it may as well have been a toy phone in his palm, the screen blinking on and off, the light of the screen cutting through the night. It was still ringing but it was silent, Nightmare staring at the name on the screen before scoffing, his red eyes narrowing at the name, “his name is Devon?”

“Leave him alone—.”

“Did I say you could speak?”

Words lost in her throat, Amelia’s eyes watered as she watched the man almost debate his own thoughts in his own head, finally tucking a thumb underneath the edge before flicking it open, handing the phone over to her. “Talk to him.”

What?

“Talk to him, get rid of him.” You’re mine seemed to dance on the edge his tongue, Amelia shakily reaching out to take the phone from his hands, his skin like molten lava as she brushed them for a moment, raising the phone to her ear as she uttered a soft hello.

“I’m surprised that you’re awake this late,” Devon’s voice was like honey on the other end, a clear smile echoing through his tone, “Did I wake you?”

“No, no you didn’t.” Nightmare’s fingers traced along her thighs, his face unreadable as Devon talked in her ear, his words seeming to blend together in her mind, Amelia couldn’t help but choke on her breath as she felt fingers graze against her dripping cunt, gathering up slick with such gentleness she knew that he had something planned in mind. Baited breaths as she listened to the man talk, she struggled to keep her breathing steady as he teased her, felt her, made her nerves tingle.

“Are you alright, you don’t sound that well?” How exactly was she meant to explain that there was another man on the other end of her body that was beginning to push his fingers inside of her, softly chuckling under his breath as she squirmed and wiggled about, struggling not to make a peep out of her mouth and into the phone. Maybe that’s what Nightmare wanted, to make her embarrassed, to make her moan into the phone and show that another man was pleasuring her, making her drip around his fingers, especially as his thumb ran about her lips.

“I’m fine—,” she had to stop to take a deep breath through her nose as Nightmare’s free hand grabbed at her ass, kneading the flesh, “just peachy.” Liar, a lying, filthy liar, one that couldn’t even admit that she was currently squeezing around just fingers like a filthy whore, squeezing them, wanting to draw them in deeper. Why was it that now, when devouring herself in her desires, was she suddenly so shy? “Listen, the date today was great but—“ Oh Christ would he stop pushing her buttons like this, “I don’t think we fit.”

“Fit? Did I do something wrong?” Even in her haze, two fingers massaging her inner walls, her heart broke at the way Devon’s voice became so weak, so fragile, she could imagine him under the starry night sky right now, tearing up with his own phone in hand, “Amelia, I really did hope to have another date.”

“I—.” She never got a chance to explain further, the phone ripped from her hand hard and fast as Nightmare took it from her, raising it to his own ear as his fingers curled, her back arching with a babble of words as he scratched right on a good spot.

“She has me now, don’t contact her again.” The phone clicked shut within his hold before being tossed somewhere, the sound of plastic skittering on tiles echoing through out the kitchen seeming almost like thunder before falling silent. Had he really just done that? Had he really just thrown her phone after telling a man that she wasn’t even with that she was taken?

It seemed those thoughts weren’t on his mind though, the man’s fingers working her open and deep that made her head lull back, her eyes squeezing shut as he played her like a instrument. She couldn’t hold back her noises anymore, soft gasps and whines escaping her throat, littered with Nightmare’s name, as she gripped the edge of the counter underneath her. If her eyes had been open, she would’ve seen the way Nightmare’s shoulders puffed up at the whimpering of his name, how his eyes glistened with something dark, prideful, especially as the way he came down to bite at one of her nipples, watching the way her back arched into his mouth.

Yet Amelia was only human, a human who was a whimpering, stuttering mess against a counter top, her natural lubricant spilling out from the sides of Nightmare’s fingers as the high she was chasing for reached her peek, legs trembling as she clamped down on Nightmare’s fingers. Getting yourself off was one thing, but having someone else who knew how to touch you, feel you, how to make you good? It was something else entirely, something that made her eyes roll back as she squirmed, each pump of his fingers sending shock waves up her spine.

“Please… please…” Amelia couldn’t help but pant, spreading her legs slightly wider; she wasn’t done, no, she knew that he hadn’t cummed yet, she knew that he was still hard and waiting, she was going to be a good little pet, one that made sure that he was empty by the time he was done with her.

Oh how she adored that smile that followed, a glint in his eyes lighting up his whole face as he finally pulled his fingers from her overstimulated cunt, feeling the way she clenched around nothing as he wiped his fingers off on her leg. “Good slut, you’re getting better every time we do this.” His hand branded her thigh as he brought it down, a sickening slap echoing through the room as pain shot through her skin, into her mind, but yet she was already far too gone to care.

A euphoria she needed to see again and again.

“Yeah, keep looking at me with that slutty face.” She could feel the head of his cock rub along her abused lips, feeling the way it gathered up lubricant as he teased her hole again and again, each time he passed by it he’d push it in ever so slightly, leave her wanting, begging. “I’m going to make sure you’re fucking ruined, princess.”

And he kept to his promise, the first thrust practically taking her breath away the moment he finally decided to stop teasing her. He was never and easy fit, he never was one that she could take without feeling some sort of discomfort at first, but feeling the way he forced her to fit him, feeling the way she was split open with such ease, such precision, she swore that he kissed her cervix with that first thrust. The pain she knew she was meant to be feeling, the pain that should of shot through her, it was nonexistent, her brain only able to register the feeling of feeling so full, feeling his hands all over her as he pulled himself out to the tip before plunging himself right back in.

“Taking me all the way in.” Nightmare grunted above her, one hand moving from her hip to her neck, his hand forming that collar tight feeling around her neck as he gripped it, his fingers tracing her pulse point as she could only feel the way he used her, abused her cunt with each harsh slap of his hips, each time he pushed in and let his tip kiss her inner most parts. Amelia wanted more though, she wanted him deeper, harder, faster, her whimpers and pleas escaping from her mouth that she swore that it wasn’t English anymore. She needed him, desired him, wanted him to consume her body, mind and soul, and as his lips fell onto hers, his heat overwhelming her senses, she couldn’t care less as she felt his teeth bite down on her lip a bit too hard, not did she care for the bitter taste that filled her mouth.

Her nails dug into the back of his shirt, holding him close as she scratched and gripped at his back, her legs trembling from where they sat firmly around his waist.

“Fuck me,” she was able to mutter against his lips, each word had to pronounce between each gasp, each moan, each plead for him to make her hurt, make her beg. He was so good to her, so rough, so demanding, his heat devoured her, his darkness corrupted her, she needed him beyond her control.

“Keep going, keep begging.” How was he able to keep his composure enough to sleep when his dick twitched with every whimper and whine she let out, how was he able to be so composed when he was fucking her beyond human control? All those thoughts disappeared as she felt his hand squeeze down on her neck, her brain beginning to panic as he pushed down on her pulse points. How deliciously cruel, choking her as she submitted under him, her hands coming to grip at his waist as her end quickly approached, her walls clamping down on him.

Her vision started to darken, her heartbeat rapidly beating in her ears, she thought she was going to pass out, she thought she was going to collapse with his cock still using her like a toy, the warmth in the pit of her being burning hotter and hotter, but yet as his hand let go of her neck on the height of her heat, the last of her consciousness, she lost control of herself, her body twitching and trembling as bliss took over her soul.

Was it heaven? Was it the angels that were going to take her from her sinful world? No, as quickly as she had left her body she came back, her vision clearing as she heaved and cried, her sweat slicked skin providing little resistance to the tears and drool that ran down her face. Trembling, unable to move, her entire body felt like jello as she felt a thumb — his thumb — gently massage the place over her heart, feeling the way it thundered against her ribs like a train.

“Shit, I’m going to have to make you do that more often.” His hips ground against her throbbing, abused cunt, feeling her body tingle as feeling returned, the ringing in her ears dying down as she watched Nightmare slowly pull out of her, a ring of white around the base of his cock that glistened as he began to soften, “didn’t know you could squirt like that, princess.”

Had she really squirted?

Blinking her eyes a few times as she was picked up, a thousand pins seemed to prick her skin every time she tried to move, every time she tried to twitch or speak, her breathing laboured and hard against Nightmare’s chest, sweat sticking to sweat as she heard a door open.

“You think you can stand?” How strange… his tone was oddly warm in her ear, his fingers running along her arms in soft strokes, “or do you want me to come in with you?” Stand, after that? He may as well have been trying to summon a demon, softly shaking her head no, her head still twirling before she felt tile against her back and legs, cracking open her eyes to watch as Nightmare reached for the shower handles. Outside of him being controlling, of being in that club, the lights of her shitty apartment bathroom shone a new light on his face, angles almost seeming to soften his face, his harden eyes seeming to only grow softer as he ran his hand under the water, adjusting it to his liking.

He looked tired, exhausted himself, the peek hours of the morning catching up to her as well as exhaustion weighed heavily on her mind, watching as the man stripped of his own clothes, patches of lightened skins becoming bare for the first time since she had met him. Amelia swore under her breath at the sight, the way they danced along his muscles, showing the years of pain, gun fights and possibly even knife fights that weighed on his shoulders. A master piece, one that told his own story, one that was surprisingly gentle as he hoisted Amelia back onto her feet, stabilising her with his body as they stepped into the stream.

“Can’t see shit without my glasses…” she could hear the man mutter above her, Amelia tilting her head just enough to watch as the man grabbed a bottle from her shelf, squinting to read the text on the side. “You really like this fruity shit?” His chest rumbled against her ear, feeling the way his hands began to work at her hair, wetting and lathering up the shampoo in her hair, the woman only able to sigh as she leaned more into his frame, noting how he was a lot more softer than he appeared in the dim lights of a club.

In fact… he just seemed different.

“Why?” Amelia’s voice came out in a croak as she spoke, brown eyes meeting red ones as she gathered enough strength in her arms to wrap them around his waist, “you could’ve just left.”

“And leave my pet to care for herself?” It almost seemed like a joke to the man with the way he scoffed through his nose, tilting her head back as he forced her under the stream of the shower, “knowing you, you would’ve slept where we fucked. You did that all the time in the club.” Her face burned as Nightmare jabbed each word with his tongue, glad that the water could mask her burning flush as she was pulled out enough to let the man lather her hair in conditioner, feeling as he dragged his fingers through her long locks, combed out all the knots and tangles that had gathered over the course of the day and their session before working on her scalp.

“So you’re just worried about me.”

“I’m worried about keeping my toys in good condition. Hold still.” His hands lathered themselves with lavender scented body wash before beginning to scrub at her back, feeling the way the muscles worked at all the knots and aches, melting them away under his palms as he scrubbed at her sweat soaked skin. It was nice having someone care for her, show her something more than just sex and leaving. If this was what being a pet was like then she didn’t want to leave, letting a deep breath out through her nose as she felt his hands cup at her breasts, working his way all over her body.

That was until he brushed over area between her breasts, a hiss escaping from her mouth as pain shot through her system. “That hurt.”

“I did draw blood.” Once more dragging her underneath the stream of water, washing away the suds and conditioner with his hands, not stopping until he was satisfied, until her skin was clear and shiny, as was her hair. His hands kept roaming her body, ridding her of the suds, but yet as she reached for the shampoo bottle herself, he could only blink as she squirted some on his hair.

“It’s peppermint scented.” Amelia’s hands began to work at the shampoo in his hair, the man leaning down so then she wasn’t overstretching her arms, letting his eyes close as she worked at his locks, his hair foaming up easily with her ministrations before he stood up straight, letting the suds wash from his hair and down the drain. “I’ve always wanted to touch your hair…”

“You could’ve asked.”

“Yeah, but you usually keep it tied back.” Her lips couldn’t help but quirk into a small smile at her own statement, watching the way he leaned into her hands as she began to massage in the conditioner, the peppermint mingling with the smell of gunpowder and, strangely enough, tea. Long locks flowed easily between her fingers, noting how the ends of them curled into twirls.

Yet as the man stood to his full height once the conditioner was out, she couldn’t help but stop him as he reached for the shower faucet, her hand unable to wrap around his wrist fully as she watched his fingers twitch, barely touching the tap, “I want to stay like this, just for a little bit.” Even as his brows shot up at her request, even as the water pounded down on their forms like a rainfall, his fingers retreated from the tap, letting his arms wrap around her waist as he pulled her close.

“As long as we don’t let the food I bought not go to waste.” And she was fine with that.

Together, they stood in that silence, the only sound shared between the two of them being the sound of water hitting the tile.

  “Where have you been?” Christ, they had been drinking, Nightmare could hear it in the way Genevieve hiccuped on the other end, “You said you would drive us homeeeee.”

“I promised you no such thing.” Nightmare had left Amelia’s bedroom to let her sleep yet he kept his voice down as to not draw attention from anyone above or below, his phone held tightly within his hand as he spoke, “It is currently five in the morning and you’re only thinking about getting home now?”

“The bars just shut, please Nathan, pick us up!” Her squawking was horrendous in her ear, Nightmare flinching as he pulled the speaker away enough to avoid her sobs as she began to throw her mini temper tantrum; she was always the most impatient drunk, wanting to drink first and think of ways to get home later, but yet he couldn’t help but sigh as he rubbed at his face, the images of the group stumbling around outside the bar he frequented. “Is that a yes?”

“No, call a taxi.” Taxis ran at this time, right? Of course they did, when drunks were stumbling out of bars and a danger on the road of course taxis would take the time to make sure they got home safely — for a fee, of course.

“Natha-!“ Click, his phone shut quickly as he silenced the woman’s cries, red eyes glaring at the object in the dark before raising them to look out the window, the skyline beginning to lighten as the sun rose over the horizon. It really was a beautiful sight, able to see the streets become populated as people began to busy themselves with getting to and from their work and home, able to count as cars filled the streets below. No wonder his princess had chosen to live up here even if the rent was shit.

It was a sight he’d want to wake up to each morning. High above the city, the people not knowing that he was watching their every move, their every action. It was frankly better than the mansion like home the Aftons had — they may have a yard where their kids were able to run around in, but did they have a view like this? Of course they didn’t.

Shoving his phone back into his trousers, he pressed his face against the window, letting the class cool his skin as he stared at the rising sun. Closing his eyes, he could feel the lack of sleep beginning to dawn on him, making his limbs seem heavier than they usually did. Many sleepless nights filled with work and frustration, of anger and annoyance, all of it released and it made him all the more loose as he sighed, pushing himself off the window as he turned on his heel.

Then his blasted phone rang again. He gripped it tight as he ripped it from his pocket, not even bothering to check who was calling him again as he spat into the phone, his voice filled with tired but yet deadly sounding venom in each syllable of every word.

“Genevieve, I swear that I will—.“

“Swear that you will what?” William Afton’s voice came through the phone, stopping Nightmare’s words in their tracks as he paused, taking in the sound, the tone, the voice, pulling the phone from his ear to check the caller ID before he pressed it back to his ear.

“Apologies, I didn’t see that it was you.”

“Oh it’s alright, Nightmare, exhaustion can make us rather cranky.” To anger a Afton was to evoke a cyclone, to anger William was to ensure death, Nightmare had seen it first had when he had formally worked for the head of the Afton’s, his tongue catching between his teeth as he let out a grunt of agreement. “I noticed that you weren’t with your friends last night, a shame really, I was hoping that we could talk.”

“I was preoccupied with other things.”

“Ah, yes, Amelia, her, she hasn’t been coming to the club lately, has she?” Another thing was he always knew what you were doing, no matter what. Every time that Nightmare talked with the man he swore he always was caught off guard, thrown through a loop, imagining the way the man was smiling in that god awful purple suit, most likely tapping the tip of a cigar as he talked on his phone.

“You don’t contact me unless it’s important.”

“Oh, I suppose I don’t.” Each word was carefully coiled, tipped with a sharp edge as they stabbed into Nightmare’s ears, hearing that forsaken song he hummed as he did god knows what on the other end, Nightmare’s gaze shifting from the window to the half open door of Amelia’s room, knowing that she was inside exhausted, tired, defenceless, “this is really in regards to your own attendance. You haven’t came in a while and your membership needs renewing.”

Snarky bastard. Sighing through his nose, Nightmare’s shoulders drooped slightly, pulling the phone away from his mouth to grumble for a moment before returning the speaker to its position, “Yes, I want to renew it.”

“And Amelia’s? She’s on the monthly payment currently.” Of course she was, she probably hadn’t expected to stick around as long as she had, become as invested as she had, become involved with him. She had probably been about to cancel it, shove it in the back of her drawer and never look at it again. Gnawing on his bottom lip, Nightmare sat down on the couch, letting his feet sink into the plush carpet sink between his toes.

“She’ll be on my discount if I pay for it, right?”

“Depends on if you do, Nathan.” Damned if he didn’t, damned if he don’t, sighing as he dragged a hand over his face, he debated on his choice; it would be hundreds of dollars off her membership if she went through him, even more if she went for the year. If she didn’t want it then there was no skin off his nose considering he had too much money for himself anyway. “Maybe I’ll mark it as a free use one—.”

“You fucking do that and I’ll pull funding right now.”

“Oh I’m just kidding, I knew it would get a rise out of you, you still want to pay for it?” Knowing the man, he probably hadn’t been kidding, but yet the idea of her being used by any man of woman in that club, seeing her bent over everything and being touched by hands that weren’t his sent a fire straight through his soul, one that burned higher and higher before dying down as he let himself settle, his face appearing almost like a void as he stared at his own dim reflection.

“Fine,” he muttered, the pause in the air so thick he may as well cut it with a knife, “charge my card for her membership and make it a yearly one.”

“Wonderful, pleasure doing business with you.” And like that, the man was gone, a low buzz echoing through his ears as the sun finally peeked over the top of the buildings in the distance, shining into his eyes as he pulled the phone away from his ear, finally shutting it for the last time that night. William Afton was an asshole, a manipulator, he had no heart. Nightmare had once seen himself like him, cruel and alone, but as he stared down at his phone, thinking about how his coworkers — no, friends — were probably missing his ass already when they would wake up with their hangovers, he couldn’t help but feel his heart shudder.

“Fuckin’ asshole.” Standing up from his spot, Nightmare tossed his phone onto the kitchen counter, making sure to step over the remains of what had been Amelia’s phone — whilst also mentally noting to get her a new one — as he walked to the half open door, careful to not make a noise as he slipped inside, making sure that the sun would not dare make them stir. Vanilla almost seemed to invade his senses, the smell of the lotion he had massaged into his pet’s skin making him shudder, only growing more and more potent as he made his way to the bed, the small lump that was Amelia rising and falling with such calm that he couldn’t help but just stare.

“Amelia… how exactly did you get mixed up in our world?”

A sweetheart, someone that posed no threat to anyone but yet everyone posed a threat to her, her skin unblemished and scarred, her eyes soft and warm, she was everything that he wasn’t, especially as she slept with those pretty kiss bruised lips slightly parted. She allowed him to hurt her, to blemish her, to make her cry and beg and whine, but yet she still looked like an angel despite being beaten black and blue on her smaller body. Even her hand was tinier, dainty compared to his own as he took it into his hold, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles as he watched her sleep.

Was this how the Fazbears felt about their woman, weak and helpless to her pretty doe eyes? It was strange, strange to think he would fall down that rabbit hole, fall deep into that same devotion that they felt towards Chica, but yet as he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her knuckles, watching as her lashes shadowed her cheeks, he couldn’t help but yearn for that devotion, that care.

He would keep his princess safe, no matter the cost; no one, other than him, would ever touch her as long as he breathed his breath.

[thatsohkai]

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what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

   no role modelz j. cole - “no role models and i’m here right now, no role models to speak of. searching through my memory, my memory, i couldn’t find one, last night i was getting my feet rubbed.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

   reel it in amine - “and i’m tired of being humble, b*tch i feel no way. this that young, young sh*t i may pull up to your bitch like, reel it in. i got the bag tell a friend.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist 

   villuminati j. cole - “please forgive, according the preacher man, he need jesus in him. but the devil run the tv, so the demons in him. im in trouble, did a deal with the devil, now i’m pleading with him… like ‘give my soul…i ain’t letting you go again.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

   finish line chance the rapper - “ but who would think the raps would turn into racks? don’t matter, matter fact, it could happen to you. scars on my head i’m the boy who lived. the boy love playing when the boy too sick, reclining on a prayer, i’m declining the help. i’ve been lying to my body, can’t rely on myself.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

   so high doja cat - “blow, weed, pop x, speedin’ up the heartbeat bangin’ in the chest. when you put it on me, you relieve my stress.  you got me so high, takin’ deep, deep breaths. you get me so high, you get me so high. i know you ain’t a drug but you get me so high.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

   paramedic! sob x rbe - “california, california, and i’m heavy in these streets. if you don’t keep a pole, how you ready when it’s beef? .22. or .23, i’m heavy with the heat. hit you with this chop, paramedics can’t save you. really in field? come on bro, i know that ain’t you. 2018, hell nah, i ain’t gon’ fade you. gon’ paint you, tde and sob we can’t lose.”

your guilty pleasure

   typa girl braveheart - “typa girl that you wish for when you blow the candles out. typa girl that you wanna bring back to ya mama house. typa girl who don’t ask for what she want she takin’ out. typa girl who got bags in same quality as chanel.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

   backyard boy claire rosinkranz - “and we’ll turn the volume up to some good boy band tunes. love to feel the fresh air, i can feel your eyes stare. and i’m not gonna lie, i get a little bit scared. and my heart is on wings, i’m living in dreams and at the top of our lungs, we sing.”

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

   #1 heebiejeebies amine x kehlani - “just for you i might jeoprodize. my whole life i might sacrifice. the way you look is like ‘woah.’ got me locked in i’m hypnotized. shakira-like and these hips don’t lie. say i don’t, but i always try.”

   #2 best part h.e.r. x daniel caesar - “it’s the sunrise, and those brown eyes, yes. you’re the one that i desire. when we wake up, and we make love, it makes me feel so nice. you’re my water when i’m stuck in the desert. you’re my tylenol i take when my head hurts. you’re the sunshine of my life. i just want to see how, beautiful you are. you know that i see it, i know you’re a star. where you go i follow, no matter how far. if life is a movie, then you’re the best part.”

 do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

   a long walk jill scott - “your background, it ain’t squeaky clean, but sometime we all gotta swim upstream. you ain’t no saint, we all are sinner. but you put your good foot down and made your soul a winner. i respect that, man you’re so phat, and you’re all that, plus supreme. then you’re humble? man i’m numb yo, with feeling, i can feel everything that you bring.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

   streets doja cat - “we play our fantasies out in real life ways. no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weight, like birds of a feather, baby, we were made for each other. and it’s hard to keep my cool, when other b*tches try to get with my dude, and when other chickens try to get in my coop. cause you’re a one in a million there ain’t a man like you.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

   rules doja cat - “break some bread up, you know that butter my biscuit. you ain’t talk money, then really that’s none of my business. i don’t even need these lenses, 20 on 20 my vision. bad yellow b*tch with her on on they prize, but, but, you know i ain’t no minion.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

   #1 emperor’s new clothes panic! at the disco - “welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life. done my time and served my sentence, dress me up and watch me die. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. dynasty decapitated, you just my see a ghost tonight. and if you don’t know, now you know.”

   #2 i might need security chance, the rapper - “i bought the chicagoist just to run you racists b*tches out of business. speakin’ of racists, f*ck your microaggressions. i’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion. pat me on the back too hard and pat’ll ask for your job, and in unrelated news, someone’ll beat your ass at your job.”

   #3 amari j. cole -  “out of the concrete was a rose, and windows was cold. had to go over and stand by the stove. we from the southeast, know know. this where the cops creep real slow. won’t vote, but mob deep with the poles. i punch the time sheet, not no more. now my assigned seat is throne.”

what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life ?

   king of the clouds panic! at the disco - “when i fall to rise, with stardust in my eyes, in the backbone of matter, i’m combustible dust. in the fire when i can’t sleep, awake, i’m too tired,. this old world, this old world.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

    the climb back j. cole - “every body mentions, suicide prevention, man, they even got a hotline. to call up when there’s tension, but i got a question, what about a f*cking homicide? need a number to call for my, for my to call whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved. need an number for my, for my to call, whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved.”

[mxstball]

[Scorching Sandgems] Checkpoint: Lauren part 2

"...?" That's weird. She was sure that she fell asleep in her bed. Why was she on the couch? Was this a dream? "Chrona?"

Lauren got up and went to the kitchen. Everything was placed perfectly and cleaned. "...Chrooona....?"

Was she the only one in the house? Lauren ran up the stairs and went in her room to check on the Soul Dew. Maybe she's just being silly. She entered her room and saw the Soul Dew beside it... just where she left it.

So, that means that she must have recently moved.

Lauren grabbed the Soul Dew and held it in her hands to feel her brother. If this was real, then she should be able to feel him -- but she didn't. This was definitely a dream, then.

"Fuck, I forgot about that part."

"H--huh?" Lauren turned around to see the True Arceus in front of her. "Oh. It's you, Lacey. Then, this is really a dream, then."

"Yeah. I... wanted to replicate the house since this is where we left off. I wanted to see if I could possibly incorporate Lati's soul here to let you two reunite, but... well... I wasn't sure if it would feel disrespectful for me to do that without consent. Guess that in doing that, I forgot to replicate the soul sensing."

"Ah. No, it's okay. Thank you for keeping my brother's feelings in mind. I'm okay with it only if he's okay with it. Though, I assume you'd have to checkpoint him to ask?"

She nodded. "Yeah. We can think about that another time, though. Alright? You wanna go downstairs and pick up where we left off? I know that... a lot has happened since."

Lauren agreed.

---

The two were cuddling together and listening to music on the TV. For a little while, they were silent and enjoying each other's company, but they both knew that they needed to talk at some point.

"Hey, big sis. I'm... really sorry about how I acted last time."

"It's... fine. I forgive you. Were I in your position, I... wouldn't know what to do, either." Lauren sighed. To think that whole wild goose chase started with a single reaction. It was quite something to think about now that all has passed. "I'm... just glad that I was able to finally learn the truth."

"..." Arceus nodded. "And now that you know it?"

"I... I'm still torn." Lauren scooted in closer to Arceus so Arceus could give her a tighter hug. "It's just... really hard to separate my feelings about the fact that we're the same person and the fact that she's alive again."

"Well, tell me those feelings. How do you feel when it comes to everything?"

"I... well... I feel conflicted." Lauren sighed. "I miss her so much... I'm so happy that I was able to see her again... to know that she's back. Like I told her, even though I consider Meredith my Mom now, she'll always have a special place in my heart as my All-Mother - the one who took me in and my little sister when we both needed it."

"'All-Mother'? Isn't that the terminology that Heidi and the Legendary Pokémon of her home world use to refer to Friede?"

Lauren nodded. "I want to use it to differentiate between Nami and Meredith. Little sis doesn't count though. She's still a Latias, and she's my little sister."

"I understand. I'm sure she won't mind one bit."

"..." Lauren sighed again. Arceus was expecting to hear the other side of the coin, but Lauren decided to explain her feelings in a different way. "Hey, little sis? Can... I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"What's up?"

"When... you learned about these parallel versions of yourself, have you ever felt as though your autonomy doesn't matter? Like, maybe everything you knew about how unique you could be in this world was just... stripped away? Like, to some extent that you're not really anything special or that you're like, disposable or replaceable in some deep way?"

"...I have, yeah." Arceus nodded. "But it was a very long time ago."

"What happened when you did?"

"...Well, I'll spare you the details since it's a really long story leading up, but when you make a few universes, you start to notice that some life starts repeating itself... that some in a former universe that you loved or hated or otherwise found memorable may appear in another scenario in the new one that you built. When this was happening in my worlds, I thought it was interesting and cute -- that anyone that I would miss would eventually return to me so we can recharge our friendships together... and it definitely broke up the monotony of being alone watching over worlds for billions of years at a time."

"Wow. Are you really that old?"

"I'm... very old, Lauren. Well, old until I got unbound by time. Now, my age is impossible to count."

Lauren nodded.

"Anyway, everything changed about my outlook when I met this human. She looked like me, talked like me, acted as I would, and so much more. It was like looking at a scenario of 'what if you were a human' but in the flesh. I followed her and watched much of her life from above while tackling the same feelings that you did. Was I really all that unique? Did my life and the lives of those around me even matter? Did I really have the autonomy to say that what I do is for myself and not some prediction that the world has set upon me?"

"What happened to that human version of you?"

"...I disguised as a human and adopted her. Before me, she was lost but determined to find her way. She eventually saved the world from a calamity, sacrificing herself in the process. It was during mourning her death when I had a realization."

"What was it?"

"Well, I realized that... it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter if there's multiple versions of me. Doesn't matter how similar I am to these variants, I'm still... me. I still do things based on what I want to do. I still love the way I do. I still wish the same way I do. So, no matter who of myself that I see, it doesn't take away from me as a person."

"Wow. That's... deep. So, I'm... still me no matter what I encounter."

"Yup. And you'll continue to be yourself until you die. Izanami can never take that away from you."

"..." Lauren nodded. She took some time to think about that. No matter what, she's still her, and Izanami is still Izanami. Sure, learning this fact gives herself some insight on what she has the potential to be, but potential was just that -- potential, not reality.

Now, she's starting to see why Heidi calls her other forms "sisters". If anything, it's almost like having an identical twin. Sure, you may go through a similar experience, but that doesn't mean that the twin and you are the same....

"Yeah, exactly." Arceus nodded.

"...Oh, right. You're in control of the dream." She was surprised again for a moment. "Well, thanks. I'll have to take some time to think about things some more if that's okay."

"That's fine. You don't need to have all of the answers, you know. Just take things one step at a time, okay?"

Lauren nodded. "Alright. I... I'll do that. Thank you. Anyway, is it okay if we can cuddle the rest of the night? I'll... be going to see Mona tomorrow."

"Oh! Sure, yeah. Last day of freedom?"

"If you wanna call it that, sure."

Lauren and Arceus spend the rest of the night together. It was a nice and quiet night and dream. Though, she should definitely do this with her Heidi more often.

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Carrying Torches newest single ‘All For Nothing’ delivers infectious indie-rock with a narrative of multi-faceted love

Hailing from the vibrant crossroads of suburban Chicago and rural farmland, the dynamic upcomers Carrying Torches have made quite the name for themselves already, crafting a sound that blends genres like synth wave, Americana, and heartland rock into something distinctly their own. Their expertise doesn’t stop there though, putting on over 100 exhilarating live performances that audiences everywhere can’t help but love, and they have plenty more to give.

As 2024 sees the group only further push their musical evolution to the max, their newest single ‘All For Nothing’ stands out as a beacon to all as this five-piece are determined as ever to make themselves known. Through an introduction that’s instantly electric, ‘All For Nothing’ charges in instantly with a pop-punk infused guitar riff, vigorous strums and dominant drums, delivering a vibrant palette of storming indie sound. That immediate kindling of euphoria is hard to shake off, even when the verse simmers down through just distant guitar strums and steady tumbling drums you can still feel that well-established warmth, stripped-back but still as anthemic as ever. The slowly driving sound doesn’t lose its momentum though as their charismatic vocalist takes the lead, his clean and endearing lines charming listeners while the instrumentals progressively build back up, the volume and intensity rising as things play out.

One hell of a colourful chorus explosion is the heart and soul of it all, unravelling through multiple layers of pounding drums, beaming guitar strums, deep bass twangs, complex riffs and vocals that are a little more rich and raspy. Everything about it is hard to tear yourself away from, a mesh of differing elements that weave and play together with such a natural ease, all the while catchy lyrical hooks draw you in for a sing-along high.

That’s not all that ‘All For Nothing’ has to offer though, delivering much more than just an addictive tune with a weighty narrative embedded within, capturing the multi-faceted nature of love. From the opening visuals, we’re transported to a car ride between two lovers, our protagonist singing ‘eyes closed on the passenger side, rain pours out, the dust burns our eyes.’ As they let their crush take the wheel, we’re subtly told that they’re not in control, allowing themselves to be steered as they fall deeper for this love interest. The pathetic fallacy is equally harsh, contrasting with the vibrant romanticised scenes of movies with the reality that it’s not always sunshine and rainbows, instead this pair are caught in the rain with a destination that’s still unknown. As the chorus hook announces ‘it seemed harmless at the start, a snake slithered down my arm’ , we begin to feel the more complex and harmful sides of love, letting our guard down like prey against a predator, being unknowingly allured towards their loving front. But they don’t seem to linger too much on these revelations, continuing into the second verse with the admission that ‘not everyone gets this lucky, I don’t care if it’s just for now’, finding a lot to cherish even if it ends in a total car crash.

It’s hard not to appreciate every little detail that ‘All For Nothing’ has to offer, rather poetically exploring love while the sound infectiously hooks you from within. Don’t forget to keep listening here, it’s worth it.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Amber Okroi-Taylor

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[digitalmarketingagencyseo]

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Well my Delhi NCR friends, fret no more! The web design wizards of Risezonic are here being the top Web Development Company in Delhi NCR to save the day. These code cowboys develop sites with devilish delight, saddle up to any challenge, and always ride off into the sunset with successful projects in tow. 

Now I know you must be thinking: "Nice wordplay buddy, but aren't all web developers basically the same?" While a fair assumption, I must adamantly retort NOOOO Siree Bob! The Risezonic team brings a flair and passion to website creation that's hard to come by in our sleepy industry.

Our Culture Sets Us Apart From the Coding Herd 

Picture the stereotypical web dev - hoodies and headphones on, feverishly typing lines of code in a dark room right? Well at Risezonic we do things a bit differently. For starters, we let the sunshine in to fuel our creativity! You’re also likely to see nerf gun battles, squishy stress balls bouncing around, and funky music filling our offices.  

"But how does fun and games translate into top-tier websites?" Ah, that’s the secret sauce my friends! By promoting free thinking and happiness, we empower our developers to code masterpieces that shatter expectations and make us the best Web Development Company in Delhi NCR. They eagerly pour their souls into every project, unafraid to suggest imaginative ideas or try cutting-edge techniques. The end result? Websites brimming with passion that users can’t resist engage with.  

Risezonic Molds Websites to Match Your Unique Brand Essence

Now that I've illuminated our stellar culture, allow me to spotlight our uncanny ability to digitally capture a brand's essence within their website. Having worked with hundreds of satisfied clients, our team brings a sixth sense for distilling the very heart and soul of an organization.

We then seamlessly translate the intangible into sublime site designs and functionality. Sophisticated visual elements like animations, graphics, and video transport users directly into your world. Meanwhile, custom tools and apps optimize workflows to align with business goals at every level.  

The final product? Websites exuding your brand spirit that keep visitors mesmerized. Risezonic goes beyond skin deep - we craft digital presences with purpose, personality, and the power to transform enterprises.

Coding Geniuses can Handle any Project Like a Pro

Alright, let's dig into the technical details, shall we? Risezonic boasts some of the most brilliant coding minds in all of Delhi NCR. Our developers have tackled intricate projects spanning:

Custom CMS Integration

Complex Databases 

Interactive Applications

High Traffic eCommerce

Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP)

Progressive Web Apps

and so much more!

With refined skills in trending technologies like PHP, MySQL, JavaScript, Node.js and React, no code challenge gives our experts cold feet. And thanks to years spent honing their craft, they churn out clean, flawless code at unbelievable speeds.  

Yet technical prowess alone doesn't cut it. Our developers also stay laser focused on user experience, interface design principles, SEO best practices and security. This big picture perspective ensures we build robust, high-performing and visually stunning websites ready for long term success.

Risezonic Offers Complete Guidance From Strategy to Launch 

Believe it or not, even the brightest web dev stars need guidance from time to time! That's why every Risezonic project kicks off with an in-depth strategy session. We'll pick your brain to uncover goals, must have features, target personas and success metrics for the website. Consider us your personal digital sherpa - we map out helpful sitemaps so you don't get lost down dead end development tangents!

With objectives nailed down, our ace designers start mocking up pages that perfectly encapsulate your brand. We fine tune layouts, graphics and UX flows until you’re completely satisfied. By maintaining open communication and transparency throughout the entire web build process, we deliver websites sure to dazzle your audiences.  

But for Risezonic, launching sites is just the beginning! We pledge ongoing support so your custom web presence continually elevates your organization to new heights. Our comprehensive maintenance plans take the stress out of keeping digital assets in tip top shape year after year. 

Ready to Turn Website Dreams Into Reality?

The time has come to give your online presence the boost it deserves! Allow Risezonic's web artisans the chance to architect stunning sites guaranteed to drive results. Consider us your fearless partners in establishing Delhi NCR as India's premier web development hub.  

Reach out now to book a strategy session - your first step towards digital success! The Risezonic team eagerly awaits any challenge you throw our way. Because for us, no website project is too complex, no code conundrum unsolvable!

Unleash Risezonic's Web Warriors Upon Your Digital Kingdom!

Hopefully my previous web design praises sufficiently showcased Risezonic's talents for engineering royal online kingdoms! Now comes your time to claim the digital throne - by hiring us to develop your masterpiece website!

Our battle-tested creative brigade stands prepared to give competitors no quarter. We'll employ cutting-edge web weapons like blazing site speed, silky UI/UX, dynamic tools, and unmatched security to firmly entrench your dominance.

Victory rests on building stalwart sites up to the demanding tasks of:

Capturing high value rankings across search engines

Establishing brand authority within your niche

Nurturing maximum lead conversions across devices

Accelerating business goals through robust analytics

Risezonic unconditionally guarantees conquering these imperatives AND crafting stunning websites resplendent with your unique essence.

March to Glory, Power and Profits Behind Risezonic! 

The choice is clear - to achieve web design greatness, you NEED our elite team propelling your cause. Allow our revolutionary crew to architect the breakout digital experience that has thus far eluded you.

Book a strategy session today to ignite the first sparks of your impending online success story! Submit your most ambitious web goals and dreams - no vision is too grand for Risezonic's skills and dedication to achieve!

With competition relentless, time is of the essence. Let Risezonic pave your ascension today so you may rightfully claim web supremacy now and for all the digital days to come!

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