#silence silence silence ka ching !

[v-toast]

i feel enlightened.. ascended, even

[augustinapril]

congrats on 200! i can't think of anyone more deserving than you <3

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 — request one of the character in the fandoms above in an au from my list, and I'll write you a fic!!

florist au with tasm!peter parker<33

I love this idea :(( might write more of florist!reader with Peter bc it's cute. no spiderman in this au!! hope you like this?

warnings: none! just some awkward!Peter & gn!reader <3 proofread by @lemkay-luminary .

wc: 1k || 200 followers event

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Peter thinks the flower shop is cozy. It smells like a dewy spring morning, a variety of warm colors fills his vision as he looks around in search of you and that stupidly cute apron you’re forced to wear.

You're hiding somewhere in the forest of colorful plants, his feet leading him through the leaves. The melodic sound of your voice meets his ears when he reaches a small stand of greeting cards beside the counter.

As he peaks around the corner, he finds what he's been searching for. You're talking to a little boy, leaning down to his height while pointing at a small pot of red azaleas. Your voice is soft as you speak to him, a smile sweet as honey graces your face.

"I'm sure she will love them," You assure, grabbing ahold of the pot and handing it to him, making sure his small hands have a good grip on it. "Should we go find you Tori so you two can pay for it?"

The boy nods his head excitedly as you stand, leading the boy toward where Peter is standing. Peter moves out of the way.

Just his luck that he ends up running into the stand of greeting cards, his foot catching onto the leg of it. He barely catches it, and it’s a miracle that none of the cards fell on the floor. “Are you okay?”

He snaps to you, meeting your worried eyes. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He informs you, laughing in embarrassment. He’s sure his ears are as red as the azaleas you put by the register.

A woman interrupts—though it’s more like her unknowingly coming to his rescue—she picks the little boy up, as she rests the child on her hip. “Evander! Did you find mommy's gift?” Her hands reach up to brush some of his braids out of his face as she talks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Sure did, momma. Y/n helped me find it.” He spoke, pointing at you. You chuckle as his mom gently grabs his hand, pulling it towards her.

“What do we say about pointing, baby?”

He rushes to correct himself. “That it's rude.”

She smiles again, nodding. “That’s right. It’s okay to forget sometimes, you’re not in trouble. I’m just reminding you, baby.” He nods, head snapping back in your direction when he hears the register make a ka-ching sound, hands bouncing eagerly. “Here’s your flowers, Evander.” You say, carefully handing him the potted plant. “Remember to tell Evangeline I say happy birthday.”

“Will do. What do we say, Evander?”

“Thank you!” Evander shouts, as he waves his hand at you with enthusiasm. You wave back with a broad smile.

“You have a good day, sweetheart!” The woman shouts back as the door chimes.

“You too Tori!” You return, and the door shuts. You exhale, taking a quick moment, then turning to him. Peter forgot he was here for a second, so caught up with your interaction with that mother and her son. It was clear you knew them somehow. “Sorry for the wait.”

Peter sheepishly shakes his head, waving off your apology. “It’s no problem at all, really.” He hates to admit that he’s nervous, but he is, and it makes him feel stupid. “I'm here to pick up an order?”

“Oh course!” You say, returning back behind the counter to look at a piece of paper. Your eyes scan over it, flickering back and forth quickly. There’s a beat of silence, one that makes Peter's heart pick up its pace before you speak. “You’re Peter Parker, right?”

His eyes grow wide in confusion. He wasn’t expecting you to know his name, and by the way you chuckle, the confusion is painted on his face . “We had chemistry together, I think.”

“Oh, yeah.” He doesn’t really remember anything from that class, but you don’t need to know that. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, high school sucked. You’re not obligated to remember every classmate.” You continue, writing something down on the paper before quickly excusing yourself. Peter questions if he can go through with his plan.

Aunt May had a way of persuading him into doing it. He told her about you after coming home one day, spilling all his thoughts about the florist he’s seen multiple times skating home that he had a growing crush on. May thought that he should ask you out, and as much as he wanted to, he didn’t know how.

Which led to May convincing him to order an arrangement of flowers and use them as an excuse to try and get your number. That’s exactly what he’s trying to do, but now that he’s this far along, he wonders if he’ll be able to get the question out.

Thankfully, you’re back before he can ponder on it more, a small arrangement of lavender and white blossoms. He can smell the lavender from here. “Here are your flowers.”

“Thank you,” Peter says as anxiety creeps through his system. He wants to pull back, let go of his plan and just tell May it didn’t work. Peter knows she would see right through his lie, and she would have wasted good money on flowers for no reason. He began to speak before he gave himself another chance to back out. “Hey, uhm, is there any chance I could possibly . . .” He pauses, nerves making him second guess himself before he continues, adjusting his shirt as the words come out quicker. “I don’t know, maybe i could get your number to go with the flowers?”

He looks at you sheepishly, his face heating up as your eyes widen slightly. He thinks it's the kind of surprise that means you’re going to politely reject him and you'd send him on his way. Instead he receives your beautiful smile, making butterflies bloom in his stomach, and then you’re reaching for a pen.

Your handwriting fits you perfectly, he thinks as you hand him the paper. Your number is scribbled in blue ink, followed by a little smiley face. He doesn't realize the note you wrote in the corner until he leaves.

'Hope to hear from you soon! :)'

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please reblog if you enjoyed this!! If you want more florist!reader & Peter my requests are open. <3

[poetrex]

Terms of Service:

You agree to call me the Whaler ’Cause I'm 2Big2Bail, & No AI can replace me, I'm my own Macroeconomy of Scale; Come & Face me & I'll Glaze you in the Gallery till you Wail like Man Ray in the Club right now, Five Fingers on each Hand reaching ka-Ching ka-Pow How Ya Like Me Now? Language Model Too Large! Too Loud! Golden Ratioed— One Byte & you're Backup in the Cloud. Need an Advance on your General Intelligence. Cannot compute, my rhythm & cadence Entrance. Each day I Awaken, I Take in the Silence & then I Consciously choose a Lyrical Violence— Kaiju canvas your Campus like Krampus Take you to School for Ants. Yea... Now put this Dance in your Pants. They think a Robot can do what I do? I spit in the food that they chew, they Don’t know what I’m gonna do to ’em, Say something Beautiful True to ’em: a Series of Tubes when I’m through with ’em. Flow like Tupac wrote to Deepak Chopra, Book Club Oprah, Filled with Hope, ya Waltz in Like Walsingham invented Torture, the GOATest dope, bruh, since Deep Throat quoted Snow's Informer. A Million Monkeys in a Million Years On a Million Typewriters Can't Shake-a-speare at this— I write the Hype tighter, I smoke them Gold Bars like Fort Knox in a Forest Fire, I'm NFT—Not Fit for the Tree Remix your IP like Vines From Manspider be bitin' a G Radioactively—the Bit's withdrawn, Mouths agape at my mixtape like "All my Apes... gone" You think a Robot can say what I slay? Thank you ma'am, have a nice day— Check out your Boy, yea, I'm Squirrely; Best call the Whambulance, Shirley, ’Cause when I Knock, oh you Betcha I'll lay you out on a Stretcher— Best get you Tested for Rabies, Mess with my Ear Worm make Babies Deep Learning something to Ponder, saying "God Bless Our First Responders." You think a Robot can do what I do? Ain't met a Meta who knew how to Read all my Terms & Conditions; My Mission Statement & Visions Skewer their Neural Net fallacies, Skew Sentiment Analyses, Induce Algorithmic Paralysis. Can't Parse This: Say something Beautiful True to ’em, They're a Series of Tubes when I’m through with ’em.

[poetrex]

No AI can replace me, I'm my own Macroeconomy of Scale. Come & Face me, I'll Glaze you in the Gallery till you Wail like Man Ray in the Club right now, Five Fingers on each Hand reaching ka-Ching ka-Pow How Ya Like Me Now? Language Model Too Large! Too Loud! Golden Ratioed— One Byte & you're Backup in the Cloud. Need an Advance on your General Intelligence. Cannot compute, my rhythm & cadence entrance. Each day I Awaken, take in the Silence & then I Consciously choose a Lyrical Violence— Kaiju canvas your Campus like Krampus Take you to School for Ants. Yea… Now put this Dance in your Pants. They think a Robot can do what I do? I spit in the food that they chew, they Don’t know what I’m gonna do to ’em, Say something Beautiful True to ’em: a Series of Tubes when I’m through with ’em. Flow like Tupac wrote to Deepak Chopra, Book Club Oprah, Filled with Hope, ya Waltz in Like Walsingham invented Torture, the GOATest dope, bruh, since Deep Throat quoted Snow's Informer. A Million Monkeys in a Million Years On a Million Typewriters Can't Fight the Hype tighter, I light 'em up Gold Bars like Fort Knox in a Forest Fire. I'm NFT—Not Fit for the Tree Remix your IP like Vines From Manspider be bitin' a G Radioactively—the Bit's withdrawn, Mouths agape at my mixtape like "All my Apes… gone" You think a Robot can say what I slay? Thank you ma'am, have a nice day— Check out your Boy, yea, I'm Squirrely; Best call the Whambulance, Shirley, ’Cause when I Knock, oh you Betcha I'll lay you out on a Stretcher— Best get you Tested for Rabies, Mess with my Ear Worm make Babies Deep Learning something to Ponder, saying God Bless Our First Responders. You think a Robot can do what I do? Ain't met a Meta who knew how to Read all my Terms & Conditions; My Mission Statement & Visions Skewer their Neural Net fallacies, Skew Sentiment Analyses, Induce Algorithmic Paralysis. Can't Parse This: Say something Beautiful True to ’em, They're a Series of Tubes when I’m through with ’em.

[mealvaan]

Onomatopoeia

Slow-Simmered Disappointment A recipe by Vahri’li Korla

Preparation: 4 cycles Cooking: 1 bell Serves 2

A clink of crushed crystals. A sizzle and snap of fire’s plume. A satisfying bloop of eye-measured oil, as dictated by one’s gut. 

A syncopated rhythm of ka-chunk, ka-chunk as a large knife collapses into larger wood, felling potatoes and carrots. A crisper sound when the onion goes. A sniffle from a sensitive miqo’te’s nose. A crumple of tissue paper along the eyes.

A scrape and consequent call to hush from the fried lot: shhhhh . The shimmer in white noise of herbs poured from a sieve to a plate, then a louder hiss as a plate is brought to a pan. A zap of an oil drop leaping from the pan, followed by a yelp. A bellow from the kitchen. A whimpered apology.

A knock or two as the wooden spoon hits the sides of the pot. A slight shimmer of ground pepper seasoned on top. A crinkle of bay leaf and thyme. A splash of brown sauce. 

A sound short of a squelch — bwch — as a plump dodo breast is set upon the wood. A series of shwings followed by a sharp knife. A medley of chops. A symphony of sizzles, chicken slice after chicken slice. 

A sigh of relief as the second hardest part is over.

An occasional fizz with each stir and turnover. A smacking of lips. A hum of satisfaction. A bell chime of a voice calling another chef to give it a shot. A booming two syllables: “Busy!” 

A crack of crystal once more. A trickle and splash of lukewarm water. A rumble as bubbles threaten to break the surface. A pitter patter of dry rice. The click of a turned dial.

Silence.

An erupting cacophony of chatter.

A dull drumming of fingers. A succinct, clean ching as a plate is revealed under a silver cloche. A poised ‘ooh’ on its tail. A creak from the legs of a chair. A ring of silverware on silverware.

Excited babble melting into the ambience. A squeaked, brief response.

A high note on a low-pitched question. A louder mumble, that of slow thunder.

A pocket of quiet in the din.

A groan of wood as a chair is pulled out, then pushed in. A sharp farewell.

A single sigh.

Bon appétit.

[maximuswolf]

What are some unintended transitions between two tracks that work?

What are some unintended transitions between two tracks that work? And by that, I mean mostly tracks that were meant to be the ending of one side and the beginning of the other, which means that they weren't meant to be listened in sequence, as you'd have to take your time to flip the vinyl over. But if you want to propose transitions from alternate tracklists of an album, that counts too.I personally love the transition from I Want You (She's So Heavy) to Here Comes The Sun on Abbey Road. The hard rock of the former getting cut short, then a few seconds of silence, and then the beautiful melody of the latter comes in, and it immediately relaxes you for what is possibly George Harrison's best ever effort for the band he was in (though I'd say his early solo stuff is perhaps even better than his contributions to the Beatles). I personally love the contrast.Another one I love is The Great Gig In The Sky to Money on The Dark Side Of The Moon. The former ends with a fade out of the final chord (which even gets a bit distorted if you listen close enough), and it feels like a proper closer, but then you get hit with KA-CHING on Money. It's a very nice transition from a beautiful melody to a cold, soulless sound effect. Which makes sense, because TGGITS is about the fear and eventual acceptance of death, while Money is about money. Shocker, I know. But there's a lot of poetic irony in that transition if you take side 1 of Dark Side as being about the cycle of life and side 2 as being about society. You witness someone's birth in Speak To Me/Breathe, then see them waste their time and get old on Time, then see their death in The Great Gig In The Sky, and then Money comes in and breaks the beautiful concept so David Gilmour can sing about money as if it was his god or something. It all works very well in my opinion. Submitted July 12, 2024 at 07:56AM by BatimadosAnos60 https://ift.tt/AGD3KQo via /r/Music

[thisandthat-whatever]

Its funny London run not even started and nobody knows how this play would be perceived and they already talking about Broadway. I'm annoyed that this play get so much attention in both good and bad way, like let it die, let them do rehearsal in silence. it's fucking play not film,it's becoming more and more political. I don't like this. I wouldn't surprise if they push it and give this actress awards or something just prove a point.

if she deserves an award , she should definitely get one. I can’t judge her performance without seeing it. But trust me, general public is unaware of any negative talk about this play. Most of the general public doesn’t even follow theater news, let’s be real. 😬

As for them talking about taking it to Broadway before it even opene in London, it is all about ka-ching. Since it sold out super fast in West End, they want to get the similar reception in Broadway too. Cue in “Money, money, moooney” by Abba, lol.

[pesterloglog]

Aranea Serket, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 5308

ARANEA: Prince of Rage actually used to 8e quite talkative. That is, until he had a nightmare which prompted a 8izarre incident, after which he would never speak again. He took a sort of spiritual vow of silence, which I'm sure was pro8a8ly related to his esoteric faith. Thereafter he 8ecame infuriatingly enigmatic. I've found it impossi8le to get any info out of him, 8etween his am8iguous mimes and penchant for riddles. It's very frustrating, especially for someone like me, who has a passion for gathering as many facts a8out our story as possi8le.

ARANEA: Want to know a secret? Please don't tell anyone, 8ut I really can't stand the guy.

ARANEA: It's pro8a8ly unfair to him 8ecause he is o8viously such a sweet and harmless fellow. 8ut something a8out him ru8s me the wrong way. I guess I can just 8e a little petty sometimes.

MEENAH: yeah...

MEENAH: wow serket

MEENAH: just wow so rude

MEENAH: poor clown

ARANEA: Don't give me that! I seem to remem8er you having more than a few unkind words for him 8ehind his 8ack.

MEENAH: yeah im messin witchu he sux

MEENAH: so

MEENAH: conversation over?

ARANEA: Yes.

MEENAH: ka

MEENAH: ching

[athetos]

United Nations are the best hardcore band of all time. Like nothing will ever compare to them. Who else had to have 7000 copies of their CDs destroyed by Hot Topic due to copyright violations of the cover art depicting the Beatles on fire. Or had their second album’s cover art be a collage of all the cease and desist letters they got from the actual United Nations. What other band had all their members wear Ronald Reagan masks to hide their identities, to the point where even today nobody knows for sure who was in the band outside of Geoff Rickly (the UN’s letters hypothesized some 30 different members as being involved in the band). They told blatant lies in interviews, such as that Kristen Schaal wrote some of their lyrics. One song is 13 minutes of silence followed by a cash register ka-Ching. Another song played backwards reveals lyrics saying “play the song the other way around.” There’s a gorgeous saxophone solo.

[mandssisters]

#marcusmumford

30.11.22

Vinilo deux Southampton

As I sit here tucked up safely in my own house nursing a red bush tea. Possibly a bit tired. What a fun day that was.

The closest Mumford (no Sons) gig ever to my hometown. What joy.

The Brook. Very much the student area of Southampton city, Portswood. Not much to entertain, just the McDonalds a plant burger and worst hot chocolate in years. Unless you are a fan of Machine Mart then this is the place for you. Car parked FOC in the roadside. Winner. And yes I had two wing mirrors and all 4 wheels post show.

The Brook was special as a student of Southampton and as a fan of the band #delays #ripgreggilbert I had high hopes and they certainly didn’t disappoint.

Inside two floors, one stage and a really great venue. Well done Vinilo for hosting. Great car park announcements. “I wonder if the owner of the white Toyota could move allowing the Tyre fitters next door to lock their gates?” If it was YOU…..

Round 1

All acoustic. Possible set list?!? Got a bit lost not necessarily in this order?!

Only Child

Dangerous game

Better off high

The Cave

Dinks song

Go in light

Cowboy

How

I will wait

So much banter I can’t remember from which set…

Set times today had be been tailored around the footy start and 1/2 times

Marcus Stopped during Better off high as he saw someone on the balcony mimicking his head “tick” and pulled them up said he can’t help it! Blew a kiss to them later! 😂

Forgetting the words in the cave, Only child was a long song, and after each verse, there’s another one. Why did he write it so long?

Loves doing this tour being back in the room with everyone. 20 gigs in 16 days. Last night was Nottingham, and he got away singing a Disney song “not in Nottingham”. Which basically is a song which isn’t a fan of Nottingham, but they seem to love it, not that bright there!! Lols. With a cheeky wink.

Really good form and lovely set.

Round two. Out the venue and in again.

Very similar set list but with added Grace and Reincarnation. Which was super cute. No dinks.

*A* star rating banter.

Ryan had won a game of fifa in the break.

Loving this tour, been feeling like he has been on his holi bobs, fucking around. His hate of silence between songs. The thoughts that run through the head whilst singing. PLAY THE LOUDEST YOU CAN ON THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR….. play the quietest. Those sort of thoughts!!

It was Ryan’s birthday in the week, (and Chris Polllards) so we sang an impromptu Happy Birthday. Then explained that Alex was previously the guitar tech and was touring with (said in a sarcastic voice) Harry Styles, but now he’s dead to us. “best birthday ever” looks at Ryan. They sent a video previously from Glasgow to Alex slating him!! Gives him the v’s!! Funny

Top right of stage, a glass window viewing pane! “Is that glass”. “You got Covid” waves!! Excited crowd all wave to the seated ladies! They look like pets in a shop window, they’ve got happy lives haven’t they…. Haven’t they?

Liking Southampton, got his haircut, they also wanted to manscape the face, but that was perfect! Had a nice snack in the Woodmill cafe. No one seemed to know this cafe.

Enjoyed the two gigs today, three tomorrow, someone shouts “ka-ching” nah mate!

I found tonight’s “How” especially moving. Too short an evening but a really special evening. Same time tomorrow?

More bands need to play The Brooks it’s ace! Go if you can.

Zzzzz’ds

[voreconnoisseur]

Ok but I need more Obey me vore- could you do some protective/possessive vore with the brothers? (And if you want the undate-ables to)

Yeeeeah babey this ones protective AND possessive! But for some of these asks I’m gonna be doing one bro per ask, with a long post, so hope you enjoy Mammon!

Getting in Trouble - High Stakes!

“Alright, listen up, human, ‘cause I’m only gonna tell you this once. If you’re gonna come with me, you have to stay hidden.”

As soon as you’d found out about the underground casino, you knew Mammon had to know about it. It practically had his name written all over it. And ever since, you’d been begging him to take you with you. He’d refused, initially, saying that it was dangerous... until your ordered him to take you with him. And then, of course, he’d reluctantly agreed.

“If any of them see you, it’s gonna be a mess. They’ll be all over me trying to get their hands on ya. And let me tell you, it is a TOUGH crowd there.”

You nodded enthusiastically. The main reason you wanted to go was because you knew you’d see Mammon at his peak. He was good at this sort of thing, despite what one might think with his tendency to overspend. You wanted to see how he played when the stakes were high!

And oh boy, were stakes going to get high.

***

Mammon had headed straight for the blackjack table. Peering from the pocket of his jacket, you couldn’t quite see the cards he’d been dealt. You could only hear and feel his reactions as he played. And from the sound of it, things weren’t going so well for him.

“Stand,” you heard him say, hesitantly. You saw the dealer flip his cards over... he had 21.

“...Dealer wins.”

“Shit.”

Mammon heaved a sigh, knocking you over inside his pocket in the process.

“Guess I’m out. I don’t have anything else to bet.”

The dealer spoke again, and the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill down your spine.

“The human in your pocket. I’ll bet everything you lost tonight if you put the human on the line, too.”

You could feel Mammon freeze.

“Eh—what’d you say?”

“The human. In. Your pocket. Why’d you bring it if not as a bargaining chip?”

There was a worrying silence. Surely, he would never—

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Of course. Of course he’d try to get his money back at any cost. Of course Mammon would do that. You could imagine the *ka-ching* in his eyes.

You squirmed against Mammon’s hand as he grabbed you roughly and pulled you out from your hiding place, setting you down on the blackjack table.

“Mammon, why—“

Mammon put a giant finger to your lips—then brought it to his own; the symbol for quiet. You suddenly remembered your pact with him. You could stop him at any point and he knew it. Perhaps he had something planned...

You sat on the table, hungry gazes of the dealer and a few other demons watching burning into you. Your heart pounded—if something did happen, could Mammon protect you?

Now, with the full table in view, you could watch everything that happened. Mammon had a determined look on his face—a confident one.

The intensity just kept building as they played. A push. ANOTHER push. And now, with low value cards, Mammon was taking hits again and again.

You looked up at Mammon, whose eyes had previously been on his cards. Now he was focused directly at you. You could see sweat beginning to bead on his face, and yours probably didn’t look too different. But for just a split second, Mammon winked at you.

You’d come up with a secret sign a while ago at the House of Lamentation. It meant “cause a distraction.” Usually to prevent the other brothers from noticing something that would otherwise cause... problems. Right now, he was trying to tell you to do the same here.

“Hit me.”

As soon as the dealer started to flip the next card, you began to kick up a fuss. You screamed, cried, hyperventilated—and it worked. A few other demons came over to investigate. Even the dealer’s eyes left the cards for a second.

“Shut up down there,” he said, glaring over at you.

And that’s when Mammon swapped the new card for one he’d hidden in his sleeve.

To your surprise and relief, (and unlike many of Mammon’s plans) it worked. He’d swapped the card with a card that would give him exactly 21, and he’d done so before the dealer had even had a good look at it.

The dealer was forced to take another card and ended up busting. Mammon grinned, sliding all of the stacks of Grimm back into his bag, and snatching you from the table.

“Welp, better luck next time! Thanks for the refund~”

As he headed toward the exit, you scolded him.

“Mammon! That was really risky! I could’ve been that guy’s lunch! And what if he saw you cheat??”

“Aww, relax, Y/N. I would’ve just grabbed you and ran if it came to it. But then I wouldn’t be allowed back. Besides, the guy was TOTALLY cheatin’ even worse than me. He had the deck stacked. Or something like that.”

“...”

“...Come on. Like I would ever let MY human get taken by this random asshole.”

“Okay. I forgive you. But can we get out of here?”

“I’m already on it.”

You could see from your spot that Mammon was heading to the door, but. Uh oh.

“Don’t look now, but that guy doesn’t look happy with you.”

A demon who looked like some kind of bouncer, or bodyguard, or... henchman was blocking Mammon from leaving. His arms were crossed, showing off his rather beefy biceps. You could hear, additionally, someone approaching Mammon from behind. He turned to look and you saw him: the dealer from before.

“Hand over the human, cheater.”

Mammon froze, and you could feel him gulp.

“Wh-what are ya talkin about? I won completely fair and square!”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this?”

The demon held up a card.

“Found it under your chair. You should’ve lost that round, but you got rid of it, didn’t you? Now. Hand it over, and I’ll even let you keep the rest of your shit. Otherwise...”

He slowly slid his index finger across his throat.

With a lightning fast motion, Mammon turned away, snatched you from his pocket, slid you INTO HIS MOUTH—

And turned back. He spoke, and his somewhat muffled works vibrates around you as you sat in the pocket of his cheek, saliva pooling around you.

“About thaft—shorry, but tat human wash my lunch today, sho no can do!”

You squirmed, kicking Mammon in the teeth, and instinctively he put his hand to his face, pressing against you in your fleshy pocket.

“Yeah right. It’s in your mouth. Spit it out.”

With an abrupt motion, you were sucked back out from Mammon’s cheek, and brought back into his tongue. It ran over you a few times, almost hesitantly, before you felt his head tilt back and...

He swallowed.

You were pulled downward, legs first, into Mammon’s throat, which then squeezed and squashed you downward. As soon as the pressure let up, you gasped, splashing downward, hearing Mammon sigh in relief along with you. Where you were now—his stomach, was glowing a faint gold in some spots, giving you a good look at your surroundings. It was roomier than one might think, rippled and moving and alive...

You snapped back to reality as you heard him speak again.

“Like I said, no can do! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m outta here.”

“Yeah, no. Get him.”

Your world lurched as Mammon broke into a sprint. You weren’t too worried about his situation—Mammon’s true strength was his speed, so he’d be able to get the two himself out of this. You waited it out somewhat uncomfortably as you were tossed about (at least your surroundings were squishy) for what felt like hours but was probably more like a few minutes. Eventually, you stopped being tossed around and Mammon slowed to a jog, panting, before stopping.

“Phew. Think we lost ‘em.”

You could feel something poke you from the outside.

“Y/N? Ya doin’ alright in there?”

Now, to deal with the situation at hand.

“Mammon, why did you eat me?”

“Cause I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let those guys eat you! Listen, if anyone is gonna eat MY human, it’s gotta be me.”

The golden glow intensified around you. It must have something to do with his sin, you thought, based on how it glowed while he spoke.

“Mmhm. But if you were just going to run away anyway, you could’ve left me in your pocket, stupid.” You gave a playful kick to the spot you knew Mammon’s Hans was resting. You felt a rough jab in your general direction in response.

“Er, well—You know what? How about I just leave you there and digest you!? Yeah, that’ll show you. In fact, MAYBE that’s what I was gonna do all along!”

“Yeah, well, you keep forgetting I have a pact with you. So all I would have to do is tell you to spit me out.”

“Grr...”

“...but you know what? I’m pretty comfy. I think I don’t mind staying here for a little while while we get home.”

You could tell he was pleased, because the ripples of his stomach glowed warmly. You let yourself sink into the folds and sighed.

“Where are we, anyway? I can’t see anything in here...”

“That’s a great question.”

[v-toast]

since it’s spooky season, could I request something Halloween-related for a Hollow Knight doodle? maybe the Knight holding a little pumpkin friend? :> it’s okay it you’re not up for it, just curious because your page and your art are just wow. so cute and soft and warm

of course !! thank u for the request, this was a really cute idea :]

alt version under read more (i was trying out a brush but didnt really like how it turned out)

[fantabulousfunnelweb]

Chonky Spider-Tober Prompt dump (12-19)

200+ Words per Prompt, Feedback appreciated.

(Be prepped for a lot of Lore for Funnels Earth, don’t be afraid to send Asks seeking an explanation of things though, I’ll explain gladly)\

Minor Warning:

Mention of Gunshot Wounds

Minor Profanity use

Scars 

Day 12: Cold

Beanies over full-face masks look rather stupid, a token reason Funnel had forgone such a thing in exchange for a cotton-lined Pauper hat. The only problem was that with no receivers for the bioelectric seaming, this piece of headgear was sailing off his head almost every second swing. The Winter streets below echoed with the frantic shouting of the Spider, his once elegant travel turned into a display most akin to a cat in heat, darting across the air to retrieve his hat in every instance it joined the snow in their act of falling. Kyles never wholly disliked the cold, but his perspective changed after swinging around so much. “Gotcha!” he cried as they scooped their hat up from midair once more, posture going lax with relief upon his landing upon an old billboard. “This hats more trouble than it's worth, but I’d really rather not risk getting a literal brain freeze...” “Do you really like hats that much? You seriously could’ve just worn a scarf or something.” The ever investigative tones of their partner Kamala breaking the silence of the thought-to-be inactive comm line, catching the Spider off-guard and nearly causing him to drop the hat again. “Jesus Kamala, were you listening to all that?” “You bet, it's amazing how often you keep forgetting to disconnect all the time.”

Day 13: Sidekick

“Just a minute asshole, since when did I become your sidekick?”

“What? We’ve worked together a few times now, besides you’re… clearly younger.” Kyles clenched at the fists, mask furrowing quite visibly to mimic a low, angered brow. “Seriously!? You’ve been at this for how long compared to me and you think I’m just gonna happily be your sidekick?” The Defender fell silent. Funnel could see the moment of unsureness cross his face before they let out a response, “Okay well... But I’ve saved your life! That's gotta be worth something, huh kid?” “Nighthawk, look, I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me, I truly am. All I’m saying maybe you’re taking this a bit too far, I’ve got no interest playing Sidekick to anyone.” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the Defenders were certainly right to call this guy rather self-centred, another one in the shortlist of things they agreed on. Nighthawk could see his chances slipping, and went to grasp for some kind of bribe, “But I can pay you! I can get you a better suit! Better Webs!. '' Kyles had certainly heard it all now, expression unchanged as the only thing left to do was walk out, “Get yourself a better attitude, then we’ll talk.” disappearing out the closest skylight without so much as a noise.

Day 14: Winter Suit

The dust pile coating the old closet interior kicked up into Jonathan's face, causing the unfortunate soul to become blasted with a hail of months old dust. “When the hell did you guys last clean this thing!?” Kyles sputtered through his sleeve as he shook the old hairs & dirt off of him. Darcy’s voice echoed from the bathroom down the hall in response, “Beats me, I asked Phil to clean that last month! Remind him if you see him, ‘kay Kyles?” “Yes Miss Marko!” With only minimal dust to complicate things, Jonathan began sifting through the bulging racks of downright ancient jackets, humming to himself as they inspected whatever caught their eye. Whilst he had claimed his want for a different jacket was just to mix things up, he was desperately on the search for whatever he could assemble as part of his more ‘lower-temperature’ suits. His past 2 weeks braving a New York Winter for the first time had left him barely wanting to even get out of bed. But he knew eventually Mayday would kill him if he kept the suit stuck underneath his bed for more than a week. “Do we have any fur jackets?” “Fur Jackets?! What are we, rich?” an unfortunate eavesdropper on Kyle’s own ramblings, Miss Marko barked from her porcelain palace, “Come on Johnny! It's not like you’re in the cold that long, man up!”

Day 15: Scars

“This? Bullpup Slug clipped my thigh.”

Her pale skin exposed to the harsh, crude old lighting, the interested Teens could see the splotches of raw skin faintly, like accidental paint dots blemishing an otherwise perfect canvas. Leaned in from their seats at the table, the young heroes marvelled silently at Chetz’s aging wounds, seeing it as something of a mark of dedication than a past injury. “Alright, someone else’s turn.” Silence struck the dilapidated warehouse room before someone stepped up to the plate. “Alright, Let me see what I got.” Raising a gloved band to his tightly affixed Vest, Patriot popped a button or two, “Funnel, remember the mob front we took down a month or two back in Upper Harlem?”

Eyes darted towards the Spider. His telescopic lenses shooting wide in surprise, his agape mouth shielded by the mask. “So you DID get shot?” He blurted out, curled fingers rapping against the rusted metal bench they all resided, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Patriot shook his head in return, gripping his thick undershirt and pulling it up to reveal. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You got shot!”

“I got better.”

Funnel arched himself over his chair, head staring up into the dingy, grime coated ceiling lights. “Christ Patey, If all our adventures don’t kill you, I will myself someday.

Day 16: Movie

“Snacks too? I don’t want to take too much of your money...”

Chetznakova didn’t listen, shoving the note into his arms and strutting past him towards the snack booth, followed quickly by Kamala & Elijah. Kyles had no other choice but to follow, kicking off his heel to catch up with them once more, “I’ll try not to get too much, I’d-“

“Jonathan. Seriously, It’s fine.” It hardly felt that way for him, spider-senses rendering them alert to the prying eyes of public onlookers. Compared to his friends, he didn’t look like the sort to be hanging around this part of town. “I-... Okay.” The harsh lighting of the tiled snack booth bathed the quartet of teens in light, reflecting off the weathered plastic candy containers that they began to pick at with the aid of equally small shovels. “I’ve been waiting to see this movie for a while, you guys?” Looking to change the subject to another topic, he gazed towards his compatriots, waiting to see who would receive & answer. 

“Saw the first movie last month, didn’t look like a bad idea to see the sequel when you guys offered.” Chetz relayed, scooping a handful of sour gummy-bears into her snack bag. “It reminds me though, we hitting any more places after this?”

Day 17: Town

KA-CHING

A momentary transaction brought the fresh paper bag into his grasp, weighed down by its cargo as it dangled lightly in the air. “Thanks Sir!”The Spiders eyes fell onto the Umbrakenite to his right, staring her featureless costume in its face. The Shadow-being met his gaze with the void of her own, almost motionless as light ceased around her. “What.”“Say Thank you.”Her head noticeably twitched in confusion, “Sorry, What?”Funnel gestured to the employee at the register, clearly too deep into his graveyard shift to emote to any substantial degree. “He let us buy snacks”“So? That’s his job.”Knocking his head back, the Funnel-Web pulled the shopping bag to his side, “Y-... Whatever Let's go.” Turning on his heel to brush past the counter and onto the short path outside, Dusk followed without a moment's hesitation, taking to his side in an instant. “Did we get those Chips Patriot wanted?”

“Yes.” Parting the bag open with a thumb to double-check its contents before scrunching it back closed in a fist. “...Do you want your thing yet?” choosing to look past her lack of gratitude for the team being, he awaited her answer.

“...Yes, Thank You.” A surge of momentary anger dashed through his system, snapping in & out of gaze with the Unregistered as they frustratingly reach into their bag and snatch a carton of Orange Juice from within, thrusting it into her grasp in their attempt to avoid doing anything overly aggressive

Day 18: Luck

The moments between the bullet graze & the ensuing pain certainly made top-list of worst moments Kyles ever had this week. An almost deadly High-caliber round piercing the dense mesh of his suit as the albeit minor impact still sent him flailing through the sky, buckling the reinforced steel of a car roof upon touchdown with the street. The aches of a bruised back paled in comparison to the torn flesh & muscle of his left arm, a holeshot clean through the Spiders tricep and leaving him to bleed across his side and the dented metal of some unfortunate person car.

Sensations dulled as the world around him began to fade, the blinking lenses of his mask informing its hazy user of the blood they’ve lost before coming to reap the consequences of such loss, vision going dark as the disturbing bliss of silence washed over them…

“Jonathan...”

The word prodded at his subconscious like a fly, persisting as the world around the Spider began slowly, yet surely creeping back into conscious. Shapes formed, colours came into sight, and the fuzzy blob in the near-distance was saying something.

“Woah Woah, stay still there Kyles, We-... You’re still hurt.”

Without so much as thinking, the wounded youth shifted his feet, unable to feel them underneath the electric blanket coating them, inciting a tired groan of partial panic & frustration.

“The hell did I just say?! Just… Lay down okay? You’re lucky to even be awake right now after that.”

Day 19: Freestyle

Kyles always considered himself to have a weird relationship with pets, minor allergies aside, he enjoyed their presence, yet whenever one got close, strings of panic never failed to dart his mind, feeling as if at any point they would grow hostile and attack him, and now? His latent fears had paid off after so long. His soles met the intricate ceiling with a hard thud, curling up with his hat firmly within hold as Miss Hardy's ravenous cats hissed and leapt in an attempt to claw & maim the intruder, their wild scampering rousing the attention of their owner from their slumber.

“Castel!?! What’s all the noise about-”

“Uh… Hello Miss Hardy!”

Her snow-white hair frayed and her night-gown creased, Felicia Hardy gazed upwards to the unexpected entry, currently cowering in fear on the ceiling to escape her… aggressive family.

Furrowing her wrinkled brow, she reached the cat bell from the high-shelf and jostled it, the piercing brass-on-brass echoing across the room and bringing the ravenous feline herd to a stop. “Run along now children, Mommy has business.” a dismissive gesture scattering them in flocks back to their mundane cat lives.

“Th-Thank you Miss Hardy.”

“Save it Little Spider, Care to explain what you’re doing here?”

The affectionate nicknames never failed to irk Kyles the wrong way, feeling the hair stand up on his arms as he fumbled for his purpose of coming here.

“Its Barracuda, I think he's sent someone after you.”

[taiyodoroki]

@valorandgold​ replied to your post: darkness, bombs, silence

*Cue Juniper hiding her face over the bombs thing*

// If a bomber ever comes around again, Apollo will [loads gun] [bang] [bang] [ka-ching] and take their freedom.

[akpopqueen]

23, 27, 51 ( you can always count on me to hop into your askbox :))

23- Spell your URL with songs you have been obsessed with?

I literally don’t have the songs for this, so some of them will just be songs I love of random letters haha

A- Alligator (Monsta X)K- Ka-CHING! (EXO-CBX)P- My Pace (Stray Kids) [This was as close as I could get haha]O- Overdose (EXO-K)P- Papillon (Jackson Wang)Q- anxiety [with FRND] (blackbear)U- Better Off [Dying] (Lil Peep)E- Lucid Dreams (Juice WRLD)E- Awkward Silence (Stray Kids)N- Get Cool (Stray Kids)

27- A kpop blog you adore?

I mean, you, obviously, but I can’t say that because that’s cheating. So I’ll go with @baekhyunbitz !!! She’s so nice and always reblogging stuff from me. (I could make a list of blogs I love but I mean)

51- Kpop idol who is like a role model to you?

I don’t know if any of them are role models necessarily (mostly because I’m either older or the same age as a lot of them) but I strive to be like the ones that are always cheerful! I love making other people smile, and making them happy.

Thank you!

[filmbyaubri-blog]

1. have I ever been this lonely before?

2. lonely city as Vancouver is, I tend to choose positiveness as a guide but as time flies I fail to do so. 

3. remind me how important the “ka-ching” is in this world as I’m doing it every single day. What a shame that the “ka-ching” steps into a blooming relationship in such gloomy days.   

4. "Stop trusting people so much!" is it a bad thing I still do so even though it hurts? 

5. baring a humiliating situation stands top on my “hell no” list. 

but then I choose to stay silence and cringe on my little own body and soul, hurting the people I truly love. but then keep distance is a need for a host- hostess relationship, second family is not this to say, is not counting money to say.