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Kinktober - {Day Seventeen}

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2.6k words - Kinks: squirting, breeding kink, size kink, daemon being possessive, mild mild dubcon, virgin!reader & inexperience...

Your eyes were drawn to the darkening sky outside your window as you finished getting ready for bed, the first few stars beginning to appear on the horizon. You could see the distant outline of the Great Sept of Baelor, lit up against the dark city, where your wedding ceremony was set to take place the following day.

Usually the sight of such a place would put you at ease, but you were too nervous about the events of the following day. A day you never thought would come, but now it had and you were scared.

You were to marry Daemon Targaryen. A man you only knew by reputation, one that left you feeling unsettled every time his name was mentioned. You heard tales of how he enjoyed bedding virgins and whores alike, how he was ruthless and dangerous and a Targaryen in blood and spirit.

You considered yourself to be pious, you prayed often and did everything your father told you to do. It was improper to speak of such things, and you had dutifully avoided any conversation about what happens in the marital bed. But now, you regretted your ignorance, the unknown act of sex was all the more terrifying to you now.

"My lady."

The voice had you jumping and spinning around in surprise. Your betrothed stood near the entrance to your balcony, wearing a dark cloak, the hood covering his silver hair.

"Prince Daemon," you said, bowing slightly. "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled at your formality, the way his eyes ran down your body making you feel more exposed than the thin nightdress you were wearing.

"My apologies, my prince," you quickly grabbed a robe and wrapped it around yourself, "I did not expect any visitors,"

His silence made your nerves rise, especially when his gaze lingered on your covered form for a long time before his eyes met yours again.

A slow smile spread across his lips and he looked away from you, out into the night, his expression becoming blank as he stared at the Great Sept.

"Is there something you wanted, my prince?"

"Daemon," he corrected you without looking away from the window.

You felt your cheeks warm, embarrassed at your mistake. An awkward silence filled the room, and you wondered what it was that he was expecting from you.

He glanced back at you, and then pulled off his cloak and threw it over a chair. The dark tunic he was wearing stretched over his chest and you looked away before he noticed you staring.

"Get on the bed for me," he said softly, the sudden command catching you off guard.

You glanced up in surprise, finding his eyes watching you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. He wanted you to get on the bed? Why? You had been taught that no one was allowed to touch you, especially not until you were married.

"I... That's quite improper, pri- Daemon," you said quickly, your voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, towering over you in a way that should have been intimidating, but instead it sent a rush of heat through you. You swallowed nervously as he reached a hand out, brushing his thumb across your cheek and down your neck.

"I will be your husband tomorrow," his words were gentle, but the firm grip of his hand around the side of your neck kept you in place, his eyes searching your face, "I want to see what I'm marrying,"

Your heart pounded as his thumb stroked over the delicate skin of your neck. You felt vulnerable, exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. You thought you had one more night before this happened, and you weren't prepared to give yourself over so easily.

"If we wait until tomorrow, I-"

He silenced you with a kiss, his lips soft against yours. His hands came up to hold your face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tried to pull away, but he held you in place, and a soft moan escaped you.

When he finally broke the kiss, your cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark, a smug smile on his face as he watched you.

"Get on the bed, sweet girl,"

You swallowed nervously, and stepped backwards towards the bed, his eyes tracking your movements. He moved slowly, like a predator, and your breath caught in your throat when the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

"Take off your robe,"

You did as he commanded, removing the garment and setting it aside. You were suddenly very aware of your near nakedness, your skin heating under his hungry stare.

He smiled, tugging at the ties on his tunic, pulling it off to reveal his bare chest and abdomen. You couldn't stop the way your eyes trailed over his toned body, his broad shoulders and chest covered in scars.

"Like what you see, little dove?"

You snapped your eyes back up, finding him smiling knowingly. You turned your face away from him, trying to ignore the flush spreading across your face and chest.

He stepped closer, and you could feel the heat of his body against your skin. He gently pushed you onto the bed and climbed over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he settled between your legs.

"Now," his fingers brushed down the front of your nightdress, sending goosebumps over your skin, "let's see what we have to work with,"

His hands pushed up the skirt of your nightdress, exposing the smooth skin of your legs. His calloused hands caressed your thighs, his strong body holding you down.

You let out a shaky breath when his fingers grazed the damp fabric of your smallclothes. He rubbed a finger over your clothed cunt, a smirk on his lips as he watched the effect his touch had on you.

"Is that all for me?"

You whimpered when he pushed aside the cloth and slid a finger along your slit, his touch gentle but firm. He teased you with soft strokes, his thumb barely touching the sensitive nub at the top. You squirmed in his grip, your body reacting to his touch even though your mind was telling you it was wrong.

"Don't look so frightened, this is what we're meant to do," he whispered.

He lowered his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, then he pulled down your small clothes and tossed them aside. You squeezed your eyes shut when his breath fanned across the most intimate part of you.

"Oh," his voice was low, sending a shiver down your spine, "look at that pretty cunt,"

You bit your lip, embarrassed by the way he was looking at you, the hunger in his eyes making your heart race. You couldn't bring yourself to look away, entranced by the way his hands touched you.

He leaned in and kissed the apex of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin as his tongue flicked over the swollen bud. You gasped, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. He licked and sucked at the sensitive little bundle, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he held them apart.

The heat building inside you was growing, a warm tension coiling in your lower belly. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, his tongue sliding over your cunt, his lips sucking and kissing the soft skin.

You were panting, a soft cry escaping your lips when his tongue slipped inside you, pushing deeper into the wet heat.

He pulled away, his mouth wet with your arousal, and his eyes dark. "Quiet, little dove, or else someone will hear us."

You clamped your mouth shut, trying to muffle the noises escaping your lips. But as soon as his mouth returned to your cunt, your hands tangled in his silver strands, tugging. He chuckled against you, the vibrations making you moan and writhe. His mouth was skilled, and the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

"Daemon," you gasped, his name falling from your lips before you could stop it.

His hand reached up, covering your mouth, silencing you as his tongue moved faster. Your back arched off the bed, muffled cries escaping as you neared the edge. His fingers gripped your thighs, holding you still as he devoured you. The wet sounds filling the room drowned out every thought. You could barely breathe, your entire world narrowing down to the intense pleasure he was giving you.

And then, the tension snapped, and you were falling, waves of pleasure crashing over you, making you cry out into his hand. He didn’t stop, his tongue and mouth relentless, prolonging the sensation until you were squirming, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your release, a wicked smile spread across his face. He watched you, panting and flushed, eyes wide with lust and wonder.

"Did you enjoy that, little dove?" His voice was low, teasing.

"Y-yes," you managed to breathe out, still lost in the haze of pleasure.

He kissed his way back up your body, leaving soft bites and licks on your exposed skin. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, his eyes darkening with each kiss. By the time he reached your face, you were breathing hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed you, his lips soft but possessive, his hands resting on the bed beside your head.

"That was a nice warm-up."

You nodded, mind still fuzzy from the aftershocks. Tentatively, you reached up, your fingers tracing the muscles and scars on his chest. Each touch felt reverent, as if you were memorizing him.

His voice roughened, sending a thrill through you. "Now, I want to watch your pretty face while I fuck you."

"Daemon, I-"

He silenced you with another kiss, his tongue claiming yours before pulling back just enough to unlace his trousers. Your breath hitched as he freed his cock. You had never seen a man's cock before, and the sight was both intimidating and alluring. His smirk deepened at the look on your face, his hand stroking himself slowly, teasingly.

"Will it fit?" you asked, a nervous tremble in your voice.

He chuckled, brushing his lips against yours. "Of course it will, little dove. It’s meant to."

You took a deep breath, trying to relax, though the sight of him had your heart racing. His hand trailed over your thigh, soothing you even as his cock pressed against your entrance.

"Look at me," he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, filled with desire, hunger, and something darker. Something that made your stomach flip. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip before he slowly pushed inside.

You gasped, the stretch making you wince. He stilled, his eyes searching yours, giving you time to adjust.

"How does it feel, little dove?"

"Good," you whispered, the initial sting fading into a strange, aching fullness.

He grinned, kissing you deeply as his hips began to move, slow and deliberate. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the blend of pain and pleasure. He kept his movements measured, allowing you to get used to the feeling, his restraint evident in the tension of his muscles.

Soon, the pain faded completely, replaced by a growing need. You gasped, rolling your hips, urging him to go deeper. The sensation was too much, too good, and you needed more. 

"Fuck," he groaned, his control slipping as he leaned back to watch you move beneath him, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

You felt a surge of power at the way he watched you, the way his cock throbbed inside you. His expression was pure lust, eyes devouring every part of you. You reached out, wanting to feel his skin against yours, and he pulled you into his arms, pressing your bodies together. His lips claimed yours once more, his kisses rough, needy.

"You'll make a good wife for me," he muttered between kisses. "Soon, you'll be full and round with my child, and everyone will know you’re mine."

His words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your chest. The thought of being his, of bearing his children, was overwhelming, but the need in his voice, his possessiveness, stirred something deep within you.

You clung to him, feeling his cock buried deep inside, the heat of his body, the smell of him, everything consuming you.

He pulled back slightly, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his eyes burning into yours. "Would you like that, little dove? To carry my child?"

You could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. His smile was dark, possessive, and it sent a thrill through you. He kissed you roughly, as if sealing a promise, his pace quickening. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies, the wet slap of his cock thrusting into you, his breath hot on your skin.

Your cries were muffled by his mouth as the pleasure built, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure inside you was unbearable, too much to hold back. And when you finally came, a rush of wetness spilled from you, your body shaking with the force of it.

"Did you make a mess, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice rough with satisfaction. You buried your face in his shoulder, mortified, but the heat between you only flared higher.

Daemon chuckled darkly, pressing you down onto the bed, his grip on your hips tightening. "Let’s see if we can make it happen again," he whispered, the dark promise in his voice sending another wave of heat through you.

His thrusts were relentless now, each one harder than the last, driving you to the brink again and again. The sheets beneath you were soaked, the evidence of your pleasure mingling with the slick sounds of his cock moving inside you. Every time you felt yourself nearing the edge, he would shift, slowing just enough to keep you teetering, teasing, drawing it out.

When you came again, it was with a muffled cry, your back arching off the bed, the pleasure even stronger this time. More wetness spilled from your cunt, soaking the sheets further.

He groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching as he spilled his seed deep inside you. The warmth of it made you shudder, a strange sense of completeness settling over you.

He collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his body covering yours. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the only sound in the room was the beating of your hearts.

"That was amazing," he murmured, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You’re perfect."

You closed your eyes, savoring the weight of his body on yours, the warmth of his skin, the lingering pulse of pleasure in your veins. It felt almost dreamlike, the way he held you, his arms wrapped around you protectively.

For a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. But when he eventually pulled away, standing to dress, the intimacy shifted. You sat up, suddenly feeling exposed, awkward now that the intensity had passed.

"Tonight will be the last time we sleep apart," he said, his tone soft but filled with certainty. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

The thought of being his wife was overwhelming, but exciting. You were going to have a family, a life with him, and in that moment, it didn’t seem like such a terrifying prospect.

He gave you one last lingering kiss before walking out. As the door clicked shut, you collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted. Your mind drifted, filled with thoughts of the future. Being married to Daemon didn’t seem so bad, especially if nights like this were waiting for you.

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Oh No! | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, f2l, first-kiss, university!au, werewolf/shifter!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1376

-> warnings. a tad suggestive at the end!

-> a/n. Sharp Teeth is nearing its end, my loves 😪 One last installment before the end of the main series 🥹🫶🏻

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Sept. 14th, 2024 @ 16:54

-> fin. Sat., Aug. 3rd, 2024 @ 00:31

-> edited. Sun., Aug. 4th, 2024 @ 22:07

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Oh no! your brain says. I’m kissing my best friend! Whatever shall I do?

Run away, it seems.

Your first thought was woah, and before you could think I want to do that again, you were already running upstairs, the distant sound of your name being called only partially breaking through the panicky mist clouding your senses.

You just kissed Jungkook for the first time and it was for a fucking dare. What? How the fuck even did you let that happen?

It’s like one second you were laughing as the pack was being dared to do funky shit like moon the person next to them or call a random number so they could imitate the sound of an elk, and the next you were sitting like a frightened deer as Yoongi, that bastard (affectionate), dared you to kiss the person to your left.

Jungkook.

Jungkook, who was sitting to your left, his eyes wide and round and pretty and—god, why was he licking his lips?

“Uh,” he said, turning to you with cheeks bright-red from drinking too much, although you wondered if maybe it was because of something else. “Y-you—you don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he whispered, his tongue dragging slowly over his lower lip as if he was trying to seduce you.

You cleared your throat, your whole body on fire with nerves as you shook your head and leaned toward him. “No,” you said decidedly. “No, let’s do it.”

“Wait, really?” Jimin asked, his eyes flitting between you and Jungkook at a rapid pace.

“Y-yeah,” you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant despite feeling everything but. “As long as Jungkook is okay with it.”

Jungkook’s Adam’s Apple bobs and you try really hard to stare only a normal amount.

“Okay,” he squeaked.

He watched you with sparkling eyes as you leant forward, entering his space in ways you never thought you’d want to, but now craved like you craved a hot chocolate on a cold day—fervently, obsessively, like you’d be better off having it than not.

You kissed him.

It was wonderful and great and you almost lost yourself in it, but the smallest gasp from the person to your right (you can’t even remember their face) broke your spell…

“Fuck,” you whisper, pulling at your hair. “Fuck!”

You can’t believe that your first kiss with Jungkook happened during a game of dare in front of all your friends and his family.

Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You swivel around with wide eyes. Jungkook steps cautiously into the room as you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling unnaturally nervous when he closes the door gently behind him.

“Can we talk?” he asks, voice low and uncertain. You bite your lip but nod your consent, frozen in place even as Jungkook comes to stand in front of you. “I—“

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt before he can finish his thought, your hands flying out as you nervously wave them around. “Christ, Kook. I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“Bunny—“

“I’m so sorry.” Your feet unfreeze as you walk circles around him, ending with your back to the door. “I was just feeling tipsy and overly adventurous and- and—”

“Y/N.”

Jungkook grabs your hands, a soft, boyishly nervous smile on his face. “It’s okay,” he says softly.

Despite your relief, your stomach still drops to your feet. “It is?” you whisper.

He nods with a gentle hum, his eyes darting down to your lips and back up again. “I… really, really like you,” he exhales, his entire body seeming to deflate with the confession.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time now, and I know this may not be the best way to say it, but…” He takes a deep breath to hide his nerves, but the hopeful smile never leaves his face. “I think… maybe…?” He trails off slowly, maintaining eye contact as he waits for you to either confirm or deny what you know is him nonverbally saying that he’s noticed your emotional shift.

And god, does that scare you.

“Jungkook…”

“What?” he whispers. “What is it?” His face falls so suddenly that you wonder if it’s possible to feel phantom pain from an expression alone. “Do you… do you not like me back?”

“No, Jungkook, I…”

He defeatedly lowers his head, slowly letting go of your hands as he takes a shaky step back, exhaling hard. “But I thought…”

“Jungkook—“

He shakes his head, looking up like he’s trying not to cry. “It’s fine. That’s fine. We can just… we can just forget this happened—“

“No!” you yell suddenly, the nerves and alcohol in your system finally bubbling over even though Jungkook’s wide-eyed and confused deer-in-headlights look makes your knees feel weak. “We can’t forget this happened because that will fucking kill me.”

Jungkook blinks, slow and surprised and trying desperately to hop on the roller coaster your emotions seem to be taking you on. “What��?”

“I love you,” you say, nervous and giddy and scared but so fucking relieved, “I love you and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now and it was so good I won’t be able to stop thinking about it until it happens again, I just—” You take a deep breath, your heartbeat pounding against the back of your throat and the bass of your skull and the tips of your fingers. “I just can’t believe our first kiss happened during a game of dare,” you whisper.

Jungkook opens his mouth, but you speak before he has the chance to: “I know it’s dumb and petty and childish and all those other things, but I just… I really wanted it to be special.”

You breathe.

You ruminate in the tummy-churning silence that makes you almost nauseous until you finally take a step toward him.

You stand toe-to-toe, your noses touching as your chests heave almost in sync. Jungkook’s hands are stiff by his sides, your hands shaking where they take him by the shoulders.

“That does not take away from the fact that I really, really like you,” you whisper.

You exhale against his mouth, standing on the tips of your toes to finally press your lips to his.

The kiss itself doesn’t do anything particularly magical—you note that his lips are cushiony-soft and taste faintly of raspberry, but that’s it. No fireworks, no sparks, no the-world-stood-still-for-a-moment feeling in the center of your chest.

You know what does feel magical?

Jungkook’s hand at the back of your neck. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he leans deeper into the kiss, his nose pressing against your cheek. Jungkook pulling you against him, pressing your chests together and letting out what you know by now is an excited whine.

You smile into the kiss, letting your hands slide up and into his hair, letting your nails drag across the nape of his neck. Jungkook shivers with a shaky sigh against your lips, attacking your mouth more fervently.

You make a surprised noise in the back of your throat when Jungkook pushes you back, nearly tripping over your own feet if not for his hand sitting firm on the small of your back. You grunt when you’re pushed roughly against the bedroom door, eating up Jungkook’s noises like a woman starved.

He groans into your kiss when you teasingly pull on his hair, kissing you so hard your teeth knock together.

It feels like forever before he lets you come up for air, resting your foreheads together as you catch your breath. You slide your hands around his face, gently squeezing the lobe of his ear—he whines loud and grips your sides a little harder—before you cup his face and guide his head back enough for you to look at him.

He’s panting and open-mouthed and shaking, his eyes blown so wide you struggle to pinpoint where his pupils start and his irises begin. Loose strands of disheveled hair hang in front of his eyes, long lashes framing his perfectly round cheeks…

“You’re so beautiful,” you mutter. “I don’t tell you enough.”

Jungkook licks his lips, bringing his hand to your face so he can run his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’ll have all the time in world,” he promises, “but for now…”

“Don’t stop kissing me.”

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Rev. 22:20 - Chapter Two: Martyr

Warnings: Talk of religion, unhappy family circumstances, male masturbation. Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Aemond keeps a promise to Helaena and makes a confession.

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For the next seven days, the young woman he’d seen in the Sept is all Aemond can think of. He has never heard her voice and has no idea of what her name is, yet the image of her beauty is burned into his mind like a brand.

When he trains in the yard and the sunlight reflects upon his blade, he thinks of how her hair had shone in the dappled light of the windows as she’d moved about the Chancel. When he retires to the library to read, and the pages of his book slip between his fingers, he thinks about how delicately hers had wrapped around the wick she’d used to light the candles.

Perhaps they’d appear just as dainty when wrapped around his manhood.

He thinks of her when they bow their heads in prayer before supper, of how his eye had met hers as he’d left the Sept. He wonders if she thinks of him.

Do her thoughts wander to him, as her hand drifts between her legs?

She dominates his thoughts as he strokes himself to completion - a much more frequent occurrence since laying his eye upon her - he imagines spreading her out upon the altar, her wanton cries echoing off of the domed ceiling of the Sept as he spears her open with his cock. He drives himself to release after frenzied release, spilling over his knuckles and wishing it was deep inside of her instead.

Even in sleep, she gives him no respite. He dreams of her beckoning him to touch her, yet every time he reaches for her she slips away, always a hair’s breadth too far for him to grab. He wakes up each time sweating and painfully hard.

By the time Alicent’s weekly visit to the Grand Sept is upon him once more he almost doesn’t want to go. He fears that the reality of her will never live up to all of the ways in which he’s fantasised about her, that she will not be as ethereal as he remembers and he will leave disappointed, his illusion shattered.

Yet at the same time, the need to see her again is all consuming. He feels he may go mad if he doesn’t have the opportunity to look upon her face, to reassure himself that she is real and not something he has imagined. He longs for the opportunity to hear her speak, to know if her voice is as beautiful coming from her mouth as it is in his head.

The decision is made for him when Helaena asks that he visit the Dragonpit when accompanying their mother to the Sept. She has not seen Dreamfyre since giving birth to the twins, and misses her dearly. Though she knows the Keepers will be taking good care of her, she would like the reassurance of Aemond having seen her to put her mind at ease.

He agrees, wondering if the big, blue she-dragon will be filled with as much fury to see him as she was when he’d pestered her as a child, eager to see if she might have laid an egg for him to claim. He has Vhagar now, so he hopes not; his intentions are not quite so intrusive, and his mind is otherwise occupied.

As the carriage rolls through King’s Landing, Aemond is filled with restless energy, overwhelmed by the urge to burst into laughter with how rapidly his pulse races and the way his thoughts blur together, too quickly for them to be coherent. He purses his lips, remaining outwardly stoic, the drumming of his fingers upon his leg the only indication that he feels ill at ease.

“Did you hear me, Aemond?” Alicent leans over, brows knitted together in concern and mild irritation.

He startles out of his thoughts, her face swimming into focus as he finally looks at her. “Hm?”

She sighs, leaning back and smoothing her hands over her skirts. “I said, I need to speak with the Septas today. We must appoint one to aid Helaena with the care of the twins.”

Aemond simply nods, thinking it was barely worth the effort to listen to. He has no interest in talking to any of the withered old crones his mother will likely end up conversing with.

Casting his eye around the Sept as they enter, the crushing disappointment he experiences upon not seeing her is enough to drive him to violent rage.

How dare she not be here when he has spent the entire week thinking of nothing else?

The urge to topple the idols, tear down the tapestries and break apart the candlesticks has Aemond’s fingers flexing at his sides. Instead, he exhales sharply through his nose, clenching his jaw and stalking away as his mother takes up her position of prayer. He is in no mood to pretend to pray today.

He paces the sept, his eye fixed upon the tapestries, though he does not comprehend the images they depict, too engrossed in his own thoughts as he tries to calm his temper and pounding heartbeat.

Perhaps it is for the best that she is not here. He has likely misremembered her beauty, built her up in his mind to a standard which is simply unattainable. Even if she were here, what could he say to her? He is a Prince and she is a woman of faith, the two are destined for very different life paths.

Still, it does not stop the ache inside of him that yearns for her. He ponders on what her name could be, if her hair feels as silky as it looks, if the smooth skin of her cheek would be as soft as he imagines it to be. He imagines how the plushness of her lips would take shape as they round out the syllables of his name, coated in his spend.

He loses all track of time, as he wanders, fingertips grazing the stone pillars, until he is broken out of his reverie by the voice of his mother. His own curiosity gets the better of him and he steps closer, wanting to listen in.

She stands talking with one of the Septas, leathery skinned and sour faced, but it is not that that captures his attention, beside them is her. Her shiny hair and bright eyes are just as perfect as he’d remembered - no - better. His imagination is not capable of conjuring such a vision.

From the way she looks between Alicent and the Septa it is clear they are talking about her, and he does his best to hear what they’re saying.

“...as part of her training, she hears confession each day during the hour of the crow–”

His eye widens. She takes confession. He would have the opportunity to speak to her, if only he can delay his return to the Keep by an hour. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears as he struggles to regulate his breathing, and then he remembers his promise to Helaena before he had left earlier that day. He has the perfect excuse, and his mother’s hatred of the Dragonpit means she is unlikely to hang around.

When he feels Alicent’s gentle touch upon his elbow, the softness of her voice enquiring as to whether he is ready to leave, he turns to face her, taking her hands into his, doing his best to sound apologetic.

“Forgive me, Mother. I made a promise to Helaena to check on Dreamfyre for her, and I had quite forgotten. Return home without me, I am unsure of how long I will be.”

Alicent’s mouth tightens in displeasure and she sighs. “Very well. I’ll have the carriage sent back for you once I return.”

He nods, thanking her and watching her go, before making his way to the Dragonpit.

He has not been here since he was a boy, he has had no need to since claiming Vhagar. She is much too large to be confined here and he himself is struck by how less vast it seems now that he is a grown man and no longer a child.

The dustiness and dank smell takes him back to the day that Aegon and his nephews had presented him with ‘The Pink Dread’ and he scowls at the memory, remembering how they’d laughed as his cheeks had burned hot with humiliation.

He shakes the thought away, making his way towards the tunnel in which he remembers his sister’s dragon prefers to nest. He wonders if Aegon has checked in on her for Helaena since she made him a father. He knows Aegon must come here for Sunfyre, but if that were the case then why would Helaena ask Aemond to look in on her? Another of Aegon’s failings. Too selfish to accompany their mother to the Sept, too thoughtless to check upon the wellbeing of his wife’s dragon.

The last time Aemond had intruded upon Dreamfyre’s rest, she had roared at him, shooting fire towards him and causing him to stagger backwards. This time she is subdued, remaining curled upon the earthen floor, one cat-like eye regarding him reproachfully.

“What is wrong with her?” Aemond asks the Keeper.

“She is missing her rider, Your Grace,” he responds, leaning heavily on his staff, “It has been many months since Princess Helaena has ridden her.”

Aemond cannot help the pity he feels for the poor creature. “She will return soon,” he says, “The birth was a difficult one and she is still recovering, but my mother is enlisting help for the care of the babes, so Dreamfyre will have her rider back soon enough.”

He departs with a nod towards the Keeper, unsure of what to tell Helaena. It would crush his sister to know that her dragon is suffering in her absence, though he senses she is probably already aware of that, otherwise she would not have asked him to check. Perhaps she will feel better if he simply tells her that her dragon is eager to have her back.

The idea is pushed from his mind as he reenters the Sept and sees her making her way towards the confessional box. Commonfolk have yet to gather, so if he hurries he will get to be her first of the day.

His stones ache and his throat runs dry at the thought that he will finally hear her voice, finally speak to her. It strikes him as he walks towards the box that he has no idea of what he will confess, so fixated on the notion of speaking with her he has not even begun to think about what he might say.

It is too late to ponder on it as he finds himself seated on a wooden stool, the latticed opening in the centre of the box obscures her from his view and he despises it, wanting nothing more than to look upon her face as he speaks to her, to watch her pretty mouth as she talks to him.

“Blessings be upon thee,” comes her soft voice through the partition, “Are you here to confess?”

His chest tightens at the dulcet tones, it is as though he has forgotten how to breathe. He knew her voice would be every bit as lovely as she appears, but he never imagined it so sweet. His eye flutters closed, as he imagines how it would sound moaning his name, the slight upward lilt of how she would sound out the first syllable.

Aemond draws in an unsteady breath. “Y-yes, I am here to confess.”

“Then unburden yourself to me, and be cleansed of your sins.” She invites gently.

I’d martyr my own mother to ride through all seven Hells between your thighs.

He swallows thickly, thinking of something innocuous he can tell her that won’t identify him to her. “I-I covet what my brother has, and I am resentful that as first born he is given everything and squanders it.”

There is a slight pause before she replies. “You must pray to The Smith for the strength to overcome your jealous nature.”

Aemond bites back the urge to chuckle. 

Utter nonsense. 

But he is enjoying talking to her, and he is eager to continue. He realises that he wants her to know who he is, to be aware that there is a Targaryen Prince seated beside her, so he presses on.

“I harbour ill intent towards my nephew. I have never forgiven him for taking my eye. I wish for his in exchange.”

He hears her breathe in suddenly. She knows. How could she not?

Her tone is slightly unsure as she advises him, clearly rattled by what he has said. “Pray…pray to the Father for the wisdom to accept the justice you will never receive, and to the Warrior to have the valour to forgive such a slight.”

Aemond smirks at this.

Never.

He is beginning to enjoy himself, however, so he continues.

“I have been having lustful thoughts…about a woman, a novice from this very Sept.”

He hears her breaths begin to become more rapid and feels pride swell within his chest.

“I imagine taking her virtue on the very altar to which the people of King’s Landing offer up their prayers, I think about how she’d feel writhing beneath me as I rut into her, I–”

“P-please…” Her voice is trembling, her breathing ragged.

The reality of the situation hits Aemond like an icy jolt and he knows he has gone too far, he has frightened the poor girl.

Not giving her a moment to say anything else, he hurries from the confessional box. His leather boots echo off of the flagstones as he makes his way back out onto the street with long strides, grateful to see the carriage ready and waiting for him.

Despite the shame that blooms heavy within his chest, he strains against his breeches, the thrill of his confession heating his blood in a steady thrum. 

The moment his chamber doors close, his cock is in his fist bringing himself to the edge with thoughts of everything he’d described to her, the sound of her voice, the image of her lips wrapped around him. As his breaths become less controlled he pauses, struck by recognition at the similarity in pace and depth, and that is finally what pushes him into oblivion, spilling over his knuckles with a strangled groan. He recognised those laboured breaths, breaths of pleasure, breaths of a salacious nature.

Had she been touching herself to what he’d been telling her?

[wyrdsistergoldenhair]

How to Rewatch 9-1-1 Before September 26th

Okay, so if you're like me, you want to rewatch 9-1-1 before season 8 premieres on September 26th - but maybe you don't have the time to sit down and binge-watch. I've come up with a schedule where you can watch at least two episodes a day (starting on August 4th) and finish just in time for season 8.

Aug. 4

1x01 Pilot

1x02 Let Go

Aug. 5

1x03 Next of Kin

1x04 Worst Day Ever

Aug. 6

1x05 Point of Origin

1x06 Heartbreaker

Aug. 7

1x07 Full Moon (Creepy AF)

1x08 Karma’s a Bitch

Aug. 8

1x09 Trapped

1x10 A Whole New You

Aug. 9

2x01 Under Pressure

2x02 7.1

Aug. 10

2x03 Help Is Not Coming

2x04 Stuck

Aug. 11

2x05 Awful People

2x06 Dosed

Aug. 12

2x07 Haunted

2x08 Buck, Actually

Aug. 13

2x09 Hen Begins

2x10 Merry Ex-Mas

Aug. 14

2x11 New Beginnings

2x12 Chimney Begins

Aug. 15

2x13 Fight or Flight

2x14 Broken

Aug. 16

2x15 Ocean’s 9-1-1

2x16 Bobby Begins Again

Aug. 17

2x17 Careful What You Wish For

2x18 This Life We Choose

Aug. 18

3x01 Kids Today

3x02 Sink or Swim

Aug. 19

3x03 The Searchers

3x04 Triggers

Aug. 20

3x05 Rage

3x06 Monsters

Aug. 21

3x07 Athena Begins

3x08 Malfunction

Aug. 22

3x09 Fallout

3x10 Christmas Spirit

Aug. 23

3x11 Seize the Day

3x12 Fools

Aug. 24

3x13 Pinned

3x14 The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1

Aug. 25

3x15 Eddie Begins

3x16 The One That Got Away

Aug. 26

3x17 Powerless

3x18 What’s Next?

Aug. 27

4x01 The New Abnormal

4x02 Alone Together

Aug. 28

4x03 Future Tense

4x04 9-1-1, What’s Your Grievance?

Aug. 29

4x05 Buck Begins

4x06 Jinx

Aug. 30

4x07 There Goes the Neighborhood

4x08 Breaking Point

Aug. 31

4x09 Blindsided

4x10 Parenthood

Sept. 1

4x11 First Responders

4x12 Treasure Hunt

Sept. 2

4x13 Suspicion

4x14 Survivors

Sept. 3

5x01 Panic

5x02 Desperate Times

Sept. 4

5x03 Desperate Measures

5x04 Home and Away

Sept. 5

5x05 Peer Pressure

5x06 Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1

Sept. 6

5x07 Ghost Stories

5x08 Defend in Place

Sept. 7

5x09 Past Is Prologue

5x10 Wrapped in Red

Sept. 8

5x11 Outside Looking In

5x12 Boston

Sept. 9

5x13 Fear-O-Phobia

5x14 Dumb Luck

Sept. 10

5x15 FOMO

5x16 May Day

Sept. 11

5x17 Hero Complex

5x18 Starting Over

Sept. 12

6x01 Let the Games Begin

6x02 Crash & Learn

Sept. 13

6x03 The Devil You Know

6x04 Animal Instincts

Sept. 14

6x05 Home Invasion

6x06 Tomorrow

Sept. 15

6x07 Cursed

6x08 What’s Your Fantasy?

Sept. 16

6x09 Red Flag

6x10 In a Flash

Sept. 17

6x11 In Another Life

6x12 Recovery

Sept. 18

6x13 Mixed Feelings

6x14 Performance Anxiety

Sept. 19

6x15 Death and Taxes

6x16 Lost and Found

Sept. 20

6x17 Love Is in the Air

6x18 Pay It Forward

Sept. 21

7x01 Abandon Ships

7x02 Rock the Boat

Sept. 22

7x03 Capsized

7x04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Sept. 23

7x05 You Don’t Know Me

7x06 There Goes the Groom

Sept. 24

7x07 Ghost of a Second Chance

7x08 Step Nine

Sept. 25

7x09 Ashes, Ashes

7x10 All Fall Down

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Multifandom: Small Web September

Posted by: enchantedsleeper Link: Small Web September Description: Small Web September is a brand new event, hosted at smallweb. It's designed to be a fun, friendly and chill challenge for anyone who'd like to make progress on their small web project(s), whatever those might be - an indie fanworks archive, a shrine, a webring, a set of banners or badges - it's all welcome! It's not solely fannish, but I (and likewise smallweb mod kalloway) am the proud owner of a small web fanworks archive, and it was inspired by the desire to do more with fanworks archiving and fannish small web projects. We'd love to have anyone who is interested join, create and discuss alongside us! Your project doesn't have to exist yet - this is the perfect opportunity to start something you've been meaning to work on ^^ Schedule: We'll have regular 'check-in' points throughout the month where people can comment and share progress, discuss issues, get help, share recs, and all sorts. Here's the running order: Sept 1: Kick-off/goal-setting for the month Sept 8: Resource recs (how-tos, nice-looking sites, webrings, the works) Sept 15: Halfway point progress check-in Sept 22: Troubleshooting! Got an issue? Post about it and get help, or offer it! Sept 30: Wrap-up! How did it go, and what are you planning next? Note: You do not need to join at the beginning to take part! We're open to joiners all month. All you need to do in order to take part is to work on your project(s), and ideally add a comment or two about what you're doing! comments via The Fandom Calendar https://ift.tt/9zOMPRj

[eregyrn-falls-art]

Time for this year's Art Year in Review!

All during this year I have felt like I was struggling to get anything done. So looking back on it, I'm surprised to find that I did more this past year than I did in 2021. (Still not up to the levels of 2020 though.) The VAST majority of it was due to one project: the 10th Anniversary piece in June (48 pictures, 87 individuals, done in 9 days). If not for that, the year's total would have been pretty pathetic; I even wrapped up the year just doing some updated character-redraws of old pieces. But... I *did* do that, and probably burned myself out a bit doing it, so credit to myself where it's due.

Totals: 72 pieces (22 of them full backgrounds and color); 164 individuals.

I hope 2024 is better all around.

Links below the cut.

2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017

January: D&D character commission: Air Genasi

February: GF Finale anniversary piece

March: Pines Family and Winter Plaidypus

April: GF 10 Years Later Zine piece (taking the kids to meet the Jersey Devi)

May: Paper Ford at the Fairy Nail Salon commission

June: Gravity Falls 10th Anniversary: Let's See How Far We've Come

July: Disco Boys in Scary-oke

August: Dipper & Mabel's Birthday 2022

Sept: Indiana Stan and Professor Ford (Indy redraw #2)

Oct: Stan and Ford meet the Jersey Devil teaser

Nov: Stan and Ford meet the Cornstalk Men (update)

Dec: Stan and Ford vs. the Krampus (update)

Template by @mossygator

[cyclament]

Crow Costume | Mask

October 31, 2020 - October 27, 2021

Templates: Dec 19, 2020

Base glued together: Sep 22, 2021

Mask Dremelling: Oct 7, 2021

Foam clay: Oct 17, 2021

Teeth sculpting: Oct 18, 2021

Base paint colour: Oct 25, 2021

Mouth paint colour: Oct 26, 2021

Glue teeth: Oct 27, 2021

This idea came from Halloween day 2020, and I brainstormed possible ideas Oct/Nov 2020. This whole endeavor was inspired by seeing articulated finger extensions on youtube.

This took a lot of time. There were quite a lot of lulls, but days upon days of work went into this. I didn't start taking progress pictures until ~October 2021, so a lot of the process just lives in my head.

By far the most difficult part of the project was figuring out the template for the crow mask itself. I knew of the whole wrap a body part in clingwrap and then duct tape to get a template, which I did around my head to get the inner headpiece, but that only works for fitted things.

I did a whole bunch of tomfoolery over gr10 winter break to get around this. I make like a paper mockup of my head, and then I built off of it with paper tubes to get general shape and structure of the crow mask down. This took so long omfg. I wish I'd taken a picture. I made a huge mess of the house for weeks over the break as I slaved over this stupid shite. Once i'd gotten it,,, it was just like,,,, kinda rudimentarily figuring out what size the foam pieces would be 😭

It worked out eventually, but man was it annoying 💀

I don't think I worked on it much after that until sept/oct 2021. Beginning of october was the final rush because I really wanted it done for the halloween.

When gluing together the pieces, I didn't have any barge contact cement so it was a struggle. Initially I was using a contact cement, but it didn't work well with the EVA foam, and I found that I was able to just pull the glue off once it'd become tacky (wouldn't even damage the foam - was just laying on top of it). So I used a lot of superglue and... other types of glue I can't remember to force em together.

Used a dremel tool and foam clay to smoothen the seams and add more details.

Magnets are embedded in the jaw for movement and to hold the jaw in place. Initially, I wanted the lower jaw to move up and down as I move my jaw, but I never figured out a way to get the torque to achieve that (and it was too late to go down that rabbit hole once i'd realised that the jaw wasn't working as I'd hoped).

Painting was a couple layers of mod podge followed by acrylic paint and then a couple sealing coats of varnish.

Teeth were made out of peachy-coloured polymer clay and glued into the mouth after it was painted. They were used to mould the foam clay gums prior to painting.

Then it was done!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Materials List:

Eva foam

Super glue

Contact Cement

Acrylic Paint

Mod Podge

Acrylic Varnish

Gloss Varnish

Foam Clay

Polymer Clay

[shefanispeculator]

Blake Shelton Unveils Dates for Friends & Heroes Tour 2025 with Trace Adkins, Craig Morgan and Deana Carter

"I get spoiled every night seeing these icons come out and do four or five of the biggest hits of their storied careers," said Shelton of the tour

Blake Shelton is taking some of his favorite artists on the road.

On Sept. 5, the country superstar, 48, announced dates for his Friends & Heroes Tour 2025, a 12-date run spanning North American with special guests Craig Morgan, Deana Carter, Trace Adkins and The Voice alum Emily Ann Roberts.

"The Friends & Heroes Tour is one of my favorite tours because as a fan, I can’t think of a cooler concert to see," said Shelton in a statement.

"I get spoiled every night seeing these icons come out and do four or five of the biggest hits of their storied careers," added the "Honey Bee" singer of Morgan, Carter and Adkins. "And then get introduced to new talent like Emily Ann. I can’t wait."

Ann, who competed on Shelton's team during season nine of The Voice, wrote excitedly of the tour on Instagram, "DREAM COME TRUE! I’m going back on the road with @blakeshelton and joining his Friends & Heroes Tour in 2025 y’all!!!! 🤠 Absolutely CANNOT WAIT for this tour… and to be out there with @cmorganmusic, @deanatunes, and @traceadkins?!"

Kicking off Feb. 27 at Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, the tour makes stops in cities including Boston, Atlanta and Baltimore before wrapping March 22 at Bryce Jordan Center in State College, Pennsylvania.

Tickets for the Friends & Heroes Tour 2025 first become available through two presales, one for fans who sign up through Shelton's website and another for American Express cardmembers, both of which run from Sept. 10 at 10 a.m. local time through Sept. 12 at 10 p.m. local time.

The general on-sale kicks off Sept. 13 at 10 a.m. local time.

For the tour, Shelton will partner with social impact platform Propeller to support St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. Fans can utilize the program to try and win exclusive experiences and prizes, including a trip to one of the shows.

Last month, the "Happy Anywhere" performer announced his first Las Vegas residency, Blake Shelton: Live in Las Vegas, at The

See the full list of dates for Blake Shelton's Friends & Heroes Tour 2025 below.

Feb. 27 - Lexington, KY - Rupp Arena

Feb. 28 - Knoxville, TN - Thompson-Boling Arena at Food City Center

March 1 - Greensboro, NC - Greensboro Coliseum

March 6 - Newark, NJ - Prudential Center

March 7 - Boston, MA - TD Garden

March 8 - Albany, NY - MVP Arena

March 13 - Greenville, SC - Bon Secours Wellness Arena

March 14 - North Charleston, SC - North Charleston Coliseum

March 15 - Atlanta, GA - State Farm Arena

March 20 - Baltimore, MD - CFG Bank Arena

March 21 - Uncasville, CT - Mohegan Sun Arena

March 22 - State College, PA - Bryce Jordan Center

[ftbhub]

when: sept 22-24th. where: great lawn central park, new york. bring: chairs, blankets, umbrella's, cameras, phones, ect. supplied: travel to and from, the music ofc, food and drinks from venders around, merch you can buy, and hotel rooms ofc.

need to know on this event:

it will begin dash wise, after noon est on friday and continue until midnight sunday night. if you have threads to wrap up, you may do so but do not start new ones within this event once it hits monday! this event, will be similar to global citizen fest - hints why it's hosted where it's being hosted. only we're going bigger! on top of all the real gcf is having perform - our festival will have a bunch of others, chosen by you all. so long as the artist is someone who's alive and performing these days, you can say they're here for this. like gcf, ftb fest will also follow the idle of ending poverty and calling on world and corporate leaders to do something about it. so keep that in mind when choosing a singer or band to perform this weekend!

as usual..

tag all starters for this event: ftbevent03. if you post a open para, make it known it's open. same idea goes for the para's closed between two people, mark it as such please.

last but not least..

have fun!!

[primal-slayer]

Rose goes red

The day after filming wrapped on her first season of "Charmed" last spring Rose McGowan dyed her hair a flaming red.

The producers were not pleased.

She had been very much the brunette as Paige Matthews one of three witchy sisters on the WB's one-hour supernatural drama. How would they explain the change?

"Oh come on now" McGowan told the producers. "You explain a lot of goofy things goofier than this. Just say I did a spell or a potion which blew up in my face and turned my hair red."

Though her suggestion was a joke "that's essentially what they did."

McGowan's determination to have a new look is one way the 27-year-old actress says she is coping with the "boot camp" confinement of shooting a weekly series. She's even tried hypnosis to be "more accepting" of the rigorous process.

Currently in reruns (Sundays 8 p.m.) "Charmed" also stars Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs as Paige Matthews' two half-sisters. It begins its fifth season with a two-hour episode Sept. 22.

Like Doherty McGowan has a bit of a bad-girl image built in part by her brief engagement to shock-rocker Marilyn Manson and renegade roles in films such as "The Doom Generation" and "Jawbreaker."

Still directors John Kretchmer and Mel Damski both on the "Charmed" set on a day of shooting back-to-back episodes said that persona doesn't really represent the person.

"Rose is so antithetical to what the public perceives" Kretchmer said. "She's an intelligent worldly sophisticated educated woman who has an innate sweetness. I don't see anything bad."

But that doesn't mean she won't speak her mind.

Damski recalls an incident last season when although McGowan was the newcomer she took him aside and told him she felt he was being a little rough on a kid actor who didn't know his lines. "I think she's very ethical. She's got a lot of old-fashioned values" he said.

McGowan takes a keen interest in her Paige Matthews character. She hopes Paige will become less obsessed with what is happening to her sisters and get "a life of her own."

Dates would be a good thing.

"It's kind of bizarre that they have a young girl who is not seeing anyone ... so hopefully I'll get some action" she says.

[limowlee7389]

CURRENTLY WATCHING: October.

KOREAN.

+ Arthdal Chronicles: The Sword of Aramun (2023)(10 Sept-) ~ Airing. ★★★★☆

Even with the change in platform, change in director, and recasting of two of the main characters, I am HERE for season 2!!! I've actually been blown away Lee Joon Gi's characterization of the twins. I am looking forward to how they wrap up the story.

+ Iljimae (2008)(27 Sept-)

Trying out this classic from the archives. I recall explicitly skipping over this one when it aired since I primarily liked modern stories at the time. It does feel a bit dated, but I am having fun with it and all its birth secrets. Looking forward to all the angst-filled reveals!

JAPANESE.

+ Himawari ~ Miyazaki Legend ~ 2 (2022)(1 Oct-)

ANIME.

+ Jujutsu Kaisen (2023)(s2)(6 Jul) ~ Airing. ★★★★☆

Plan to Watch.

Doona!! (2023)(20 Oct)

Completed. 

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead (2023)(10 Sept)(6/10)

Revenant (2023)(24 Jun-17 Sept)(7/10)

Moving (2023)(19 Aug-20 Sept)(7/10)

D.P. 2 (2023)(28 Jul-25 Sept)(7/10) series finale

Under the Skin (2022)(20 Aug-30 Sept)(6/10)

Other Things I Watched. 

John Mulaney: Baby J (2023)(2 Sept)(7/10)

One Piece (2023)(9 Sept)(8/10) ♥

Feel Good (2020)(s1)(4 Sept-9 Sept)(7/10)

Feel Good (2021)(s2)(9 Sept)(7/10)

Mae Martin: SAP (2023)(10 Sept)(5/10)

Hannah Gadsby: Something Special (2023)(11 Sept)(8/10) ↻

Solar Opposites (2023)(s4)(17-Sept-22 Sept)(7/10)

Sex Education (2023)(s4)(22 Sept-24 Sept)(6/10) ~ series finale

Suzume no Tojimari (2022)(24 Sept)(9/10) ♥

The Bear (2022)(s1)(24 Sept-25 Sept)(10/10) ♥

The Bear (2023)(s2)(25 Sept-26 Sept)(10/10) ♥

Strange Planet (2023)(s1)(9 Aug-26 Sept)(6/10) ~

Elemental (2023)(27 Sept)(7/10)

Dekiru Neko wa Kyou mo Yuuutsu (2023)(7 Jul-29 Sept)(6/10)

[dearly-somber]

Fly Me To The Moon | kyh | day6

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 689

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Brian’s voice >>>

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 12th, 2020 @ 22:25

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:15

<LISTEN TO THE SONG HERE!>

It was dark, and you were outside in the town square, sitting on a chair as you busked with some strangers.

"Fly me to the moon," you sang, smiling at the boy grinning at you through the crowd, unable to help the charisma that showed while you sang the song.

Throughout the song, Younghyun was sure that he fell for you all over again, his eyes watching you fondly. He had met you through Jae, who had introduced you as 'my sister's best friend'. You were around Sungjin's age, and you absolutely adored their music.

You had also mentioned that Dowoon was your favorite, because he was the youngest and cute as hell. Brian hand't been to happy about that conversation.

You finished the song off beautifully, staring at Brian as you sang in a gorgeous honey-voice.

"I," You smiled at him softly.

"Love," You tilted your head cutely.

"You..." You winked at him with a grin, bowing as the people around started applauding your performance.

"Waaah. Noona, that was great!" Younghyun said, welcoming you back with a hug and kiss to your cheek.

You giggled, scrunching up your face as his lips touched your cheek before he pulled away, your arms wrapping around his torso.

"Thank you."

He smiled at you stupidly, taking your hand and leading you onto one of the carts that were driving around the place, asking the driver to take you back to your hotel.

You leaned against the back of the cart as Brian leaned against the car-railing, looking out at the brightly illuminated city that was full of life and buzzing with activity.

You smiled, leaning up and off of the back of the cart to give him a warm back hug, leaning your cheek against him and sighing contentedly.

"What? You can't be tired already, can you?" He asked playfully, turning around to wrap his arms around your waist, looking down at you lovingly.

You shook your head with a pout, leaning your chin on his chest. “Not at all. I just felt like giving the guy I like a hug."

He snickered, pecking your lips and pulling away with a shit eating grin. "I thought you loved me, noona?"

"Eat shit, you brat—" You huffed angrily at him, turning away with a pout.

“Noona wait, I was kidding!"

•••

You put the key to your hotel in the keyhole, unlocking the door with a giant koala clinging to you, his head nuzzled into your shoulder. You hung up the keys and lightly pushed Younghyun off to hang up your coat. He made sure to remove his coat, too, the turtleneck he was wearing showing just the tips of his fingers.

You had managed to kick off your shoes before Brian grabbed you again, his own shoes somewhere in the corner of the room. You tried to get him off as you started nearing the bed, huffing and puffing with your effort. You turned around suddenly, yelling at him tiredly before squealing as your knees hit the back of the bed, in turn making you loose your footing.

"오모!—" You grunted as you landed on your back, Younghyun hovering over you. He watched you with slowly dilating pupils. You chuckled, leaning up to kiss him slowly, pulling away just as you noticed him trying to deepen the kiss, making him chase after you hastily. He whined when you 'tsked' at him, smirking playfully when you pushed him off and moved further up the bed.

"Not now, Foxy. I'm tired." He pouted at you childishly, nevertheless getting in next to you and wrapping himself around you. He sighed comfortably, pressing his nose into the nook of your neck before softly singing the same song from the busking station to you. You closed your eyes blissfully, smiling as you heard him whisper: 'I, love, you...'

You turned around, kissing his nose and brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"I love you too, my little fox." He smiled at you, kissing you before making you nuzzle your head under his chin, playing with your hair until the two of you fell asleep.

[journal-69]

9/30/2024

11:22 am- it's the first sunny day after a week of rain and grey. It's been just over two months since I've written, I've been really itching too but the time has flown by so fast and everything has been a bit overwhelming.

To feed into the reason I started this... Since my last post, I haven't been hooking up with a lot of people. I saw someone I've seen before at the beginning of Sept after a show of mine and now we've come to the end and I hooked up with someone this past weekend. Saturday was very crazy... a very carnal type of sex that I dont think I've fully explored for myself so it was fun. The person was interesting and honestly I'd like to know more because they seem to have a very interesting grasp on things.

But I didn't want to write about all that today because I need to sit down and really examine where I've been recently and how I can work to thrive. The end of the summer was really special, I think one of my favorite summers yet. Still being unemployed I had a bit of time but thankfully I've been really motivated with my own work and went head first into that. I presented a collection, the studio space has been successful and overall I'm really excited with the direction things are going. But as I work really hard on all this stuff and continue to grow it I've had a hard time doing the things I need to do for myself. This past week I was exhausted as I had a ton of events and it led me to crash and burn all weekend long. I had hoped to get up for some yoga this morning but I literally could not get myself up and out- I will try this evening for sure though. Aside from that, I think I've been emotionally overwhelmed a bit. Last night I watched the movie Joy Ride and literally was gut-shaking crying and I honestly don't know why. I find that anytime I see a movie with an Asian American plot line it always hits hard but something about not fitting in and being ridiculed really hit home for me last night. I think the more I sit with myself I unravel the ways in which I've felt so outside my entire life, and even though these stories impact me I still feel outside because it's always East Asian representation. Because of that and the way I grew up with so much Chinese influence in my house I think it's been easier for me to feel "closer" to asian-ness through an east asian lense and thus I know a lot about it. But in all honestly it's so hard to feel like I know anything about being indian and anytime I do I feel like a complete fraud. Far too white to be brown but my experience and the way I live isn't white enough to feel like I fit in with white people and thus I usually hit a wall where I feel out of place.

Anyway 😍 aside from that I feel a bit bizarre in the way I can define success right now. I am so proud of where I am at with my life, I have made things I find beautiful and exciting but at the end of the day I can't even pay my rent. I know this is normal and exactly what I expected but part of me saw how grand and amazing the studio opening went and thought that same reception would be found for my collection... I had an expectation and hope that I would at least make rent, but alas I know times are tough for everyone and I totally understand it. Being in this space of creation and truly making things for myself has definitely opened me up to a lot of healing which has been such an exciting experience to have.

At last I think I shall wrap up becasue I'm getting to the point where I'm not quite sure what I'm talking about... though that's probably because I haven't really been taking the time needed to explore all these things and how they're impacting me.

Ciao!

[moochilatv]

Slung presents: Neurotic

The music connects with the lyrics

Emerging alt-grunge quartet Slung have revealed a blistering debut single which shows just what this band are capable of. It’s out today via Fat Dracula. Opening ominously, the track builds to a devastating crescendo with vocalist Katie Oldham baring her soul, really tapping into the fear of not having control over your life or the things around you. The delightfully vulnerable and self-aware track is inspired by truly personal and confessional songwriting.

Oldham explains her process: “There’s something quite validating about hearing someone admit to things about themselves that they’re not proud of, but not ashamed of either, and I was considering what kind of confession would be true for me. 

The song is a series of small moments from my life that have been representative of this more encompassing overall fear of disempowerment and relinquishing control. Being the passenger of a bad driver and there’s nothing you can do but sit tight and hope you’ll make it to your destination safely, the feeling of imminent sickness and physically not being able to prevent it from happening, a recurring dream of being born with superpowers, but then one day, when everyone’s counting on you, your power just disappears and you have no idea how to bring it back.

To me, the song is representative of so much vulnerability: imposter syndrome, fear of letting people down, fear of failure, losing control, literal disempowerment...” 

Check also the videoclip below:

Neurotic is a confession, a glimpse into all the little ways we seek to control the world around us so we don’t spiral into nihilism. And yet how ultimately, the only thing we can really do is let go.

Photo: Arabella Wynne-Hughes

SLUNG ARE: Katie Oldham - vocals, Ali Johnson - guitar, Ravi Martin - drums, Vlad Matveikov - bass.

You can see Slung live in the flesh ripping up stages in the UK and the EU on various dates over the rest of 2024. Details below. 

The four members of Slung currently find themselves flung across Europe but Brighton is their spiritual home. A tight-knit crew of the formerly gifted and talented, Slung deliver blistering riffs, sinister drums and sugary sweet vocals, all wrapped up in a tasty tortellini of 90's slacker rock nostalgia. The group, featuring former members of Sit Down, The Death of Us & Intechnicolour, formed in 2023 with the ambition of finally finishing demos that had existed for years. On first rehearsal, the chemistry was instant and Slung stormed through the writing and recording of their upcoming debut album.

SLUNG ON TOUR:

Tickets available here

19 Sept - London - The Black Heart (supporting Masca) 

05 Oct -  Brighton - Dust (supporting Gaffa Tape Sandy) 

25 Oct - Alton - The Lounge Bar

26 Oct - Cheltenham - The Frog & Fiddle

30 Oct - Reading - Purple Turtle 

31 Oct - Brighton - The Hope (Super Special Halloween Set)

02 Nov - Bristol - Exchange Basement 

14 Nov - Madrid - Sala Wurlitzer 

15 Nov - Castellon - Pub Terra 

16 Nov - Valencia - 16 Toneladas 

22 Nov - Torquay - The Apple & Parrot

24 Nov - London - The Victoria 

06 Dec - Nottingham - JT Soar 

07 Dec - Brighton - Alphabet 

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[ayearlaterletters]

aug 15 - aug 27

9:47 pm written on Aug 27th.

wooooo got a lot to catch up on lets do a quick recap. i will try my best to remember! aug 15 Thursday: I believe my grandma was in town and I was preparing for her arrival. I came home around midnight after our hangout. i woke up everyone in the house, but they were most likely awake when I came home from our lovely night rendevous. we took Marcus to volleyball, got pizza, and most likely had a love session. i also sent you gametime tickets to checkout padres padres vs tigers & 42 dugg lol. we decided on padres game bc we had a lot of fun the first time :) we gonna get you that margarita cup lol! aug 16 friday: while you were at work, I spent time with my grandma all day. i took her to the store and cemetery to visit her father in law and to handle some paperwork on her plot contracts. you decided to work overtime and pull a double shift. i think Friday was a stay at home kinda day after your long shift and my day with grandma.

aug 17 saturday: we both went to work and you pulled another double shift. i think again, it was another stay at home kinda day because you were getting off at around 9pm.

aug 18 sunday: i announce it's been a month since our staycation. you reply back with, I know baby I cant wait for the next trip we take together I love you so much :) I miss you. i respond with I miss you too - emoji with puppy glossy eyes. then, you tell me to meet you at the intl bathroom to see you rq at like 530 am! we were making plans for sept. i think it was your last day of working overtime shifts so another stay at home day.

aug 19 monday: after 3 days of not seeing each other, I believe you and I crashed out and we both agreed 3 days is our max of not seeing one another for that long. we planned to have a spontaneous rendevous. we went to la jolla shores until dusk. once it got dark, then we headed to ob for some luigis pizza. after luigi;s we went to sunset cliffs to make some love. i think I only got like 1 hour of sleep and I'm pretty sure I was late to work but I had fun and no regrets! i would do it again to spend another night with you.

aug 20 tuesday: we went to work and later in the evening we took marcus to volleyball.

aug 21 Wednesday: I dropped my mother and her BFF at the airport and we met up later in the evening most likely to get something to eat.

aug 22 thursday: our days off. i met your granddad in the afternoon, got thai food, and watched you play video games before we all left to take Marcus to volleyball early for once! i think i left after volleyball bc of trooper. omg bby we made love in your bed and I didn't finish so i was very feral for you.

aug 23 Friday: 3am i wanted you i needed you!!! made it to your house at 4am and we parked on the dark street. my car battery died so...triple a came and now I'm with you for 3 years. we est. Our relationship is now measured in car batteries. finally before 730 traffic got worse, I did make it home safely and you and I were knocked out! originally we were supposed to have brunch before noon but we didn't wake up until like afternoon. we went to the purple mint vegan asian food filet mignon and kung pao chicken. then you went to the beach to hangout with friends to plan jasmine 21st birthday.

aug 24 Saturday: 0824 Kobe day. we went to olive garden and ordered alfredo pasta lol. after olive garden we went to target to buy milk then went home.

aug 25 sunday: we went to your theaters to watch strange darling! we snuck in snacks from Walmart and wrapped them up in your tortilla blanket lol.

aug 26 monday: we didn't see each other bc I had to pick up my mother and her BFF from the airport and i was cleaning the house before their arrival.

aug 27th: we went to chopsticks and feng cha then departed ways so you can attend jasmine's birthday at the bar and coin-op :)

aug 28, 29, 30 - I will be in Hawaii so I will not see you but we will talk. i am grateful for you willing to pick me up and drop me off at the airport :) I cannot wait to see you again by.

i will miss you always and will think of you all the time. i love you, honestly. i will say this again, I really have never felt this way for anyone before. i hope we last for ever, a life time, a long time. thank you for being my sweet man. i am so truly lucky to have you!

our bookclub Sad Freaks review: your enjoying powerless bc its giving hunger game vibes but with magic powers. you're enjoying paedyn's chapters over kai's bc we both agree kai is downbad for pae and pae is talking real shit about survival in the competitions. I'm living for the sassy dialogue between both characters. at this point, we are about 25% into the book.

goodnight my lover I love you and I miss you. aug 27 10:29pm

[rpmtrish]

Inaugural Mopar Event Excites from Start to Finish

With ambition and anticipation, Summit Motorsports Park in Norwalk, Ohio staged its Inaugural Ken Ganley Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram World of Mopar presented by Arrington Performance, Sept. 22-24, 2023 and by all accounts, it was an extraordinary event. Produced and presented by Summit Motorsports Park with Mopar enthusiasts in mind, it featured three days of racing, a Fun Field Car Show, swap meet, car corral, manufacturers’ midway, concert by Trainwreck Country Band and fireworks. “We couldn’t be happier with our Inaugural Ken Ganley Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram World of Mopar presented by Arrington Performance,” said Bill Bader Jr., president of Summit Motorsports Park. “Our team spent several months organizing this event, and we all wanted it to be successful, and we are all very grateful that it was. We had a tremendous turnout, and we look forward to an even bigger event next year. The planning starts now.” On Friday, Sept. 22, 2023, the final round of eliminations in Indy Cylinder Head No Box saw Ron Hicks of Leo, Indiana, rip off a .001 reaction time and race to a 12.45 to defeat Cory Blackford of Toledo, Ohio, who stopped the clocks at 9.89. In Box, Randy Chestnut recorded a .007 on the tree and took the win with a 6.13 over Keith Meador, who went through the traps at 6.16. On Saturday, Sept. 23, 2023, the final round of eliminations in Koffel’s Place Super Pro put the spotlight on Gene Nagy of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Cliff Motes of Logan, West Virginia. They inched into the beams before blasting off, and Nagy came out on top with a 4.70 to Motes’ 6.59. In CRT Transmissions Pro, Marcus King of Republic, Ohio and Mike Walwood of Parma, Ohio motored up to the starting line, and King secured the win with a 9.60 elapsed time to Walwood’s 9.85. AA Transmission Hemi Super Stock saw Bob Marshall of Columbus, Ohio and Ron Gallagher of Whitby, Ontario, turn on their red lights, and Marshall won as his light was a bit less red than Gallagher’s. In Mancini Racing Nostalgia Super Stock, Doug Wright of Waterford, Michigan and Mike DeChicco of Ostrander, Ohio put dial-ins on their classic cars before Wright wrapped up the win with a 9.43 to DeChicco’s 11.46. Dan Trainer of Orient, Ohio and Dan Brewer of West Milton, Ohio took the stage for the TTI Exhaust Sportsman final round of eliminations, and Trainer wrapped up the win when Brewer illuminated the red light, with a mere -.005, at the hit. On Sunday, Sept. 24, 2023, the final round of eliminations in FireCore 50 Top Gun Full-Bodied saw Jeff Goebel of Stratford, Ontario, flat-foot the pedal on his Duster to a 4.39 for the win over Chris Wheatcraft of Jamestown, Ohio, who clocked a 4.84 in his Demon. In FireCore 50 Top Gun Open-Bodied, Bryan Keller cruised to a 3.70 to earn his trip to the Summit Motorsports Park Winner’s Circle over Keith McLennan, who was .004 at the hit but had to get out of the throttle. Unfortunately, a continuous mist on Sunday evening caused the remaining rounds for other categories to be cancelled.  As an added element to the event, Manufacturers’ Choice Car Show Awards were given during a ceremony on the starting line. The winners were Jerry Imhoff’s 1970 Duster (chosen by Arrington Performance); Rick and Nicole Janosik’s 1973 Challenger (chosen by Ken Ganley Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram); Mark Charlton’s 1963 Plymouth Wagon Max Wedge (chosen by Mancini Racing); Pam and Phil Helms’ 1972 Roadrunner Satellite (chosen by Koffel’s Place); Dave Taylor’s 1962 Fury (chosen by CRT Transmissions); Bill Watkins’ 1969 Barracuda (chosen by Moto Lenz Photos); Joe and Pam Mazzola’s 1970 Barracuda (chosen by Indy Cylinder Heads); Paul and Rose Prescott’s 1969 Charger Daytona (chosen by Harland Sharp); Francis McManamon’s 1966 Belvedere II Wagon (chose by FireCore 50) and Randy Slovikosky’s 1978 Trail Duster (chosen by Dornan’s Sales & Service)  As racers and race fans who were at the event over the weekend heard, Bader Jr. has happily announced that the 2nd Annual Ken Ganley Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram World of Mopar presented by Arrington Performance will be Sept. 19-22, 2024, and as a new addition, a Gen III Hemi category will be part of the lineup.  “This event has the ingredients to be enormous, and we are eager to see where we can go from here,” said Bader Jr.  Summit Motorsports Park is at 1300 State Route 18, Norwalk, Ohio. For more information, visit summitmotorsportspark.com or call 419-668-5555. #summitmotorsportspark #arringtonperformance #KenGanleyChrysler #rpmmag #rpmmagazine Read the full article