#spillage village

[thedopestthrill]

A few more additions… the collection is getting there 👌🏽

[thelensofyashunews]

EARTHGANG SHARES NEW EP ROBOPHOBIA

The GRAMMY-nominated Atlanta-based duo, EARTHGANG have just shared their new genre-bending EP Robophobia which includes features from Snoop Dogg, Spillage Village, and Tommy Newport as well as a new video for their lead single "Blacklight" (feat. Spillage Village). Since signing to J. Cole's Dreamville Records in 2017, EARTHGANG have emerged as the contemporary torchbearers of Afrofuturism, continuing to redefine what’s possible in Hip-Hop by blending sounds that challenge the status quo. After debuting on the Billboard charts with their 2019 album Mirrorland (#22 on the US Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums Chart), the duo has gone on to receive GRAMMY nominations for two of their songs – Best Rap Performance for "Down Bad" featuring J. Cole, JID, Bas & Young Nudy (395M+ Streams) and Best R&B Song for "Collide" with Tiana Major9 (100M+ Streams) off the Queen & Slim Soundtrack. Winning the BET Award for Best Duo Or Group in 2022, EARTHGANG have maintained their momentum with impactful cultural moments like creating their single "Swing" featuring Benji (24M+ Streams) for Marvel's Spider Man 2 and their partnership with Nike for their ESSENTIALS campaign. Returning with the spiritual successor to 2023's RIP Human Art EP, EARTHGANG have just released their new 5-track EP Robophobia – out now via UnitedMasters.

The second project in the duo’s EARTHGANG vs the Algorithm series, Robophobia picks up right where RIP Human Art left off, literally falling from the top of the building depicted on the cover of their previous EP – taking listeners on a wild ride through a dystopian future, examining the effects of contemporary technologies like AI on humanity. Serving as a bleak warning as to what the future could hold at the hands of AI, EARTHGANG’s highly-conceptual new EP has been teased using clever adverts and a toll-free number leading into its release—offering a lighthearted and satirical take on the otherwise daunting subject matter. With production influenced by elements of Funk, Rock and Hip-Hop, Robophobia creates a rhythmic soundscape that offers a contrast to the darker Sci-Fi themes inherent in the lyrics, lending a familiarity to the EP which will resonate with longstanding EARTHGANG fans while also welcoming new fans with their cinematic world-building.

[cedenike]

really into this album, props to amazon music for suggesting this song

[da-ill-spot]

Music Video: Spillage Village (JID x Earthgang) - Baptize

“Baptize” from the ATL - BMore based collective, Spillage Village is pure vibes yo! This track if off their 2021 LP, Spilligion and features JID and Earthgang. Carrying on the spirit of the Dungeon Family, Spillage Village is def one to be reckoned with. Bang that!

[justcharliethingsfrfr]

(EMPIRE)

[beautiful-noises]

love orbits

feelings going round n' round

[listen here]

i. spaceman laura elliot/ ii. spiral flyte/ iii. different moons coin/ iv. cosmic space girl the brummies/ v. satellite harry styles/ vi. stargazing the neighbourhood/ vii. cosmonauts fiona apple/ viii. andromeda weyes blood/ ix. jupiter spillage village & jid & earthgang/ x. the kiss of venus paul mccartney & dominic fike/ xi. across the universe fiona apple/ xii. moon unit flyte/ xiii. lover / / over the moon alice phoebe lou/

[the-mystery-of-christ]

✝️✡️✝️ 🕊️🐦‍⬛ As above 🐦‍⬛🕊️ ✝️✡️✝️

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🌹🕯️🌹 🍒 👑 So below 👑 🍒 🌹🕯️🌹

[thelensofyashunews]

EARTHGANG SHARE NEW ALBUM PERFECT FANTASY 

Ahead of their upcoming international tour, ATL GRAMMY-nominated and Billboard chart-topping rap duo, EARTHGANG, have just shared their new album Perfect Fantasy — out now via UnitedMasters. The LP arrives alongside an accompanying music video for the PharrellWilliams-produced record “U Gotta”. Shot in Tokyo, the Hideyuki Ishii-directed video finds EARTHGANG embracing Japanese culture by exploring the colorful city, mingling with fans, go-karting, and capping it all off with a dance party at an undisclosed location. In addition to Pharrell, Perfect Fantasy includes features from Snoop Dogg, Little Dragon, Cochise, Damon Albarn, and T-Pain, who guested on lead single “Love You More”. Bucking industry trends alongside the likes of Tyler, The Creator, Perfect Fantasy is EARTHGANG’s first independently-released album, allowing them to drop it on a Tuesday instead of Friday, which gives fans the chance to live with the music throughout the week.

A conceptual project that explores the effects of AI on society, Perfect Fantasy is the final chapter in their EARTHGANG VS. The Algorithm series and finds the duo questioning the ways advanced technologies are consuming our lives while dreaming of an alternate universe where humans could live more freely. Perfect Fantasy boasts a vast sonic landscape, transporting listeners from the dark backswamps of “Bobby Boucher” to the sunkissed cityscapes of “OSMOSIS” to the technicolor nightclubs of the T-Pain assisted "Love You More". The project authentically brings to life the world of Tokyolanta — a “Perfect Fantasy," Y2K-inspired version of the future where tech is fun again, rather than the present reality of a divisive, impersonal data algorithm. Perfect Fantasy’s sonic and creative narrative highlights EARTHGANG’s authentic voice, one that brings people together and animates the living and breathing soul of global humanity. In the age of AI, EARTHGANG fight back, as Perfect Fantasy represents the future we all thought would be here by now in 2024.

The EARTHGANG VS. The Algorithm trilogy began in 2023 with the first installment—RIP Human Art, which was the duo’s first release since 2020’s critically-acclaimed Ghetto Gods album. In an interview with VICE, EARTHGANG foreshadowed their second installment of the series, Robophobia, which was released in early 2024. Since the release of Robophobia in February, they have been exploring interests outside of music, appearing on the Danny Brown Show to talk about attending DreamCon, appearing in Men’s Health to open up about maintaining their mental and physical health, and throwing community events through their EARTHGANG Foundation. Towards the completion of Perfect Fantasy the ATL duo was inspired by a trip to Japan, which provided the finishing touches on the album—a stunning balance of EARTHGANG's roots and perspective of the future. Continuing to detail the themes behind the album, EARTHGANG (WowGr8 and Olu) recently spoke with BET about Perfect Fantasy and made their first appearance with On The Radar to perform “Zone” and “Bobby Boucher”. The BET Award-winning group are a unique standout in the flourishing Atlanta music scene, serving as an ever-flowing oasis of musical experimentation — and redefining what’s possible in Hip-Hop by blending sounds that challenge the status quo.

[werewolf-cl4ws]

Sonsally Week 2024: Day 7 - Transformation

I couldn't come up with a full scenario for this one, but I really, really, really, really wanted to write this scene in general because my absolute favourite thing about Sonic in general is that he's a silly little guy, a goober, a clown. Until he isn't because the universe thinks he's the right person to give god-like powers to.

Plus I wanted to play with one of my favorite SatAM theories.

This is just a spillage of thoughts but it was fun to just write, y'know?

Sally had never heard of the Chaos Emeralds until a few days ago, when a strange red echidna named Knuckles had somehow entered New Knothole and demanded they hand over the one they had in their possession.

None of the Freedom Fighters knew what he was talking about, and a tiny war had almost broken out when Sonic tried to force Knuckles out of the village when he refused to leave until they met his demands. It was only when Knuckles marched over to the Power Ring pool and pointed to it, explaining he could feel its energy coming from under the lake’s surface, that everything started to make sense. If barely.

The Power Rock, a mysterious stone discovered by Sonic’s uncle years ago that could produce Power Rings only Sonic could use, turned out to be a Chaos Emerald that sat contentedly with them for said amount of years. And there were six others like it in Knuckles’ possession, as he had been hunting practically all of Mobius for them for the last year, and theirs was the last one he needed.

Why he needed them was still a little unclear to Sally, only because what she was seeing was not matching up to Knuckles’ explanation. He said he knew of a rumour that stated when all seven of the Chaos Emeralds were together a miracle would happen. What kind of miracle he didn’t know exactly, but he needed something to happen as his island was under attack by robots that looked eerily similar to a dictator long since dead.

They had all followed Knuckles to his island to help him, but also because they weren’t willing to give up their one defence until they were sure he was telling the truth. Sonic had been adamant of doing this as legendary item or not, he had been trusted with the Emerald by his uncle, and he obviously had a deep connection to it that they couldn’t just give away.

It turned out that Sonic not only had a connection with the yellow Emerald, the supposed Power Rock they had kept for most of their lives, but with the other six, according to what Sally was seeing now.

Sonic floated in the air, his quills now a bright, golden yellow that pointed upwards and wavered gently with a power that practically radiated off him. As he stared down the giant robot that now had a death grip on the Master Emerald – another Emerald that apparently controlled the smaller ones and allowed Knuckles’ island to float - his features were sharpened, a seriousness possessing him that Sally had never seen in her life.

Beside her she just barely heard Knuckles mumble something about Sonic having the power of a god now, something that would have injected cold fear into anyone’s bloodstream. The cold stare on Sonic’s face nearly made her fear it, too.

But she knew Sonic better. She knew whatever power was flowing through him wasn’t going to change him.

She hoped.

The robot suddenly jettisoned away in a blast of fire and burning fuel, moving much faster than its build should have allowed. Sonic watched it, his stare still cold and calculating, before he took off after it, practically disappearing in front of Sally’s eyes. The streak of glowing gold left behind him was her only clue of where he was, but his speed – already beyond any other mobian – had multiplied to a point that it was like he was teleporting to his destination now as barely a second later he was intercepting the robot like it had never moved.

Even with Sonic’s high speed intervention the robot still dodged him, and Sally watched as the robot’s chest compartment split open, revealing a chamber big enough for the Master Emerald to fit into. The robot placed it inside itself, and the second the chamber snapped shut, it too seemed to power up with a similar energy that possessed Sonic.

With another roar of its engines it blasted off into the sky, heading for the stratosphere. And, to Sally’s horror, Sonic followed it without hesitation, his Chaos Energy fuelled body taking on the feat like he was heading out for a jog.

Then… nothing.

Sally stared up at the sky where the two figures had disappeared into, her heart hammering in her chest against a cage of anxiety. After a while she fell back onto her rump, barely feeling the grass under her, barely acknowledging Knuckles or her friends sitting next to her, also waiting and watching.

Waiting for what she wasn’t sure about. Deep down she knew Sonic could handle… whatever it was that was happening. But it didn’t make her chest feel any looser.

It could have been hours, or even seconds later, but as they all stared up at the sky a small dot appeared. A dot that slowly became larger, and closer, until it was no longer a dot but a somewhat familiar glowing golden hedgehog. And in his hands was the Master Emerald, being guided to the surface of the island.

Sally scrambled to her feet as Sonic guided the Master Emerald down a few feet away from them, watching it land safe and sound – much to Knuckles’ relief – then looked it over for any damage. He hovered above the ground as he did this, and it made everything feel all the more stranger.

His features were still sharp, almost wild, and being this close to him Sally realised his usually amber eyes were now a radiant red that were piercing in their own right. She felt her breath catch in her chest at the sight, and Sonic’s ears perked as his gaze snapped over to them. With how sharp his hearing was Sally could believe it, and she didn’t doubt that the Chaos Emeralds had enhanced all his abilities.

But she had caught Sonic’s attention, and for a moment he stared them down, his gaze almost cutting.

Then all at once his features softened, and he grinned, flashing all of his teeth, a rare full smile that was only seen when he was particularly proud of something he had done and didn’t give two damns who knew it.

Even with the glowing yellow quills that floated around him and the eerie blood red eyes, Sally now recognised him completely, and her chest finally loosened as she gave a relieved laugh.

Whatever those Emeralds did to him, it didn’t change him on the inside, where it mattered most. God-like powers or otherwise, it was still Sonic.

It probably wasn’t the smartest idea she ever had, but Sally ran to Sonic, relief washing through her. Sonic dashed forward, still hovering above the ground, and the second they were close enough Sally leapt at him. Without hesitation Sonic scooped her up mid-air and pulled her into a bear hug, giving a little spin in the air as Sally clung to him. When he stopped he looked down at her, grinning broadly.

“Please don’t ever do that again,” Sally scowled, or at least tried to. The giddiness of her relief and the warmth of Sonic’s chaos-charged body was making it hard for her to even pretend to be mad, and Sonic could see it in her eyes.

“First I gotta figure out wha’ I actually did, Sal,” Sonic laughed, and to Sally’s surprise his voice was deeper, almost ethereal as it had a reverb to it. It almost derailed her thoughts, and she had to shake her head to get her focus back.

“Of course you do,” Sally sighed, rolling her eyes, then gave him another squeezing hug.

It was still Sonic. Somehow doing the impossible, but that’s what made him Sonic.

[bigbadripley]

I want beefy!gp!Captain Carter on my desk!

On Repeat (18+)

Pairing: Beefy!GP!Captain Carter x Shield!Fem!Reader | Minors DNI!!  ⚠️

Warnings: Sorta PWP, More like Peggy has YOU on your desk, no use of y/n, Peggy has a penis, This is my first GP fic, Kinda public kink, unprotected

Words: 1,011

Title based on "Pussy on Repeat" by Spillage Village

A/N:  You are responsible for your own media consumption. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please let me know~

Peggy looked beautiful today, standing and chatting outside your office in her suit. You just stared mindlessly, remembering the evening you shared not long ago. Her red lipstick is still all over your white pillowcase, and you can't remove the stain. Much like the imprint she's left on your senses.

"You're truly a work of art, Agent." She told you before sucking on your nipples hungrily. It had been a long time coming after eye-fucking each other in meetings since you started at S.H.I.E.L.D. 

A knock at your office door broke your trance, and you found yourself wiping away drool with the back of your hand before calling them in. Of course, it had to be the star of your head movie. "Am I interrupting something?" Peggy asked thoughtfully. You started shaking your head, maybe a little too much. 

"No, not at all. How can I help you, Captain?" 

"I wanted to go over the plan for our mission later if that's alright?"

"Oh, of course! Go for it." 

As Peggy started speaking strategy, you found yourself lost in her lips and body movement as she pointed to places on the map you hung on your wall with her right index finger, dragging it slowly from point to point. Before long, you found your eyes dropping to her pelvic region. 

"Don't be gentle." You told her before she buried her cock in you with a shallow grunt, bottoming out as you stretched around her girth. 

"Earth to Agent Spacecase!" She interrupted your daydream once more, catching onto your not-listening. 

"Apologies, Captain. I've had a lot on my mind." You admit, trying to avoid the detail of "a lot" being the time she fucked you senseless. It was then you remembered how you got to that point in the first place. 

"Just got a lot of my mind." 

"Then let me help you forget for a while."

As if it was a code phrase, Peggy went to your office window and let down the shades. "Stand up." She urged. You did as instructed, unsure of where it was going but delighted all at once. She moved slowly and gracefully behind you until you were trapped between her and your desk.

A broad hand moved your hair out of the way of the left side of your neck before you felt hot breath next to your ear. "You don't care to hear about the mission, do you?" She spoke softly, bringing a hand under your skirt and between your things. Her middle finger plunged into the dampness of your underwear, roughly stuffing the cotton between your slit. 

It was almost enough to make you forget where you were as she set the fire. You could feel her length growing hard against your ass, rutting on you as she felt your cunt. 

"Peggy," You said breathlessly, nearly ready to protest until she took her free hand and shoved you forward, bending you at your waist over your desk. A cup of pens and a file flew to the floor as your hands braced on the wood. 

"I know we're in your office. You'll need to be quiet for me, darling." She said, sounding completely casual. Her fingers curled under your skirt and pulled it up, leaving your panty-clad ass exposed. She gripped your cheeks, running loving hands over your roundness and admiring the red lace. "My favorite color. I'll have to keep these on." 

Just as you found your breath, you heard a shift behind you and felt her cock spring free and slap against your right buttock. Peggy then moved your panties over, exposing your cunt to the open air. You shivered as you felt her grind between your asscheeks, making herself good and hard for you. 

"Please." You let out, nearly whispering the single plea. Peggy wasted no time giving you what you wanted, harshly slamming her cock into your dripping hole. "Fuck!" You said, using every bit of self-control you had to keep it under a yelp. 

"Be quiet, love." She demanded, stilling her cock inside you, getting used to the tightness around her as she yanked at your underwear, stretching against your hip and crook of your thigh until you heard a loud rip. "I really did love those." She said before reaching over for your body and stuffing the wad of your own panties into your mouth as a gag.

Peggy started ramming in and out of you, pistoning her throbbing length as you quietly wail into the thin, ripped fabric inside your lips. "Such a good girl for me, as always." She praised. "Been thinking about making you cum again." 

The more she pumped, the harder it became to stand. You felt your knees begin to buckle under you, and Peggy noticed just as fast, wrapping an arm under your pelvis and holding you up as she fucked you roughly. You continued to moan and cry, tasting yourself on your panties. 

"Your cunt was made for me. So tight." She rambled. Every word from that English accent pushed you further and further, ready to combust. "You're gonna cum for me. I can feel it. Do it now, darling." She commanded. 

Your orgasm burst through your core with a gush as you beat your hand on your desk, needing to express your pleasure. Your wetness coated every inch of skin between you and ran down your bare thighs as Peggy continued to fuck you through it. 

"That's a good fucking girl." She praised more as her pounding grew faster. "I'm gonna fill you up, love." 

You felt her warmth fill you as she came with a low moan, deeply pushing herself into you to ensure she came as deep in you as possible. A couple of sloppy, slow thrusts followed before she pulled out of you with a pop. You clamped your thighs tightly together and stood, not wanting to lose any of it as you removed the wad from your mouth. 

"Now that that's out of your system, shall we continue with strat?" Peggy offered between heavy breaths. 

[amerrierworld]

Keep Me Close (pt 1?)

Summary: You have resolved nearly all the problems in the village except one. And she’s unhappy with both you and Alcina.

Characters: Alcina x you, the Lords, the entire village!

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None (yet) but might have some NSFW soon. Some angsty stuff coming up. A bit AU/out of character, you might find it a little absurd but I just want them to have a happy ending okay ;-; 

Alcina couldn’t believe you had managed to convince her to throw such a massive party. Somehow, your attempts at making peace with the village and expanding her wine production to more than just humans had paid off. 

Everything was going wonderfully. Until Mother Miranda had shown up. 

The ballroom had been lavishly decorated with candles and drapery. Each of the Lords had shown up dressed to the nines with a little entourage, and Alcina let you handpick staff and villagers to invite that you knew and trusted; friends, acquaintances, you named it, and they were there. 

Karl had accused Alcina of becoming soft with a human at her side. Alcina had smiled and blew a plume of cigarette smoke in his face, neither agreeing nor denying him. 

The truth was, she was much happier this way. You brought joy and delight to the castle. With the weather steadily warming at this time of year, you had even taken it upon yourself to take the daughters outside to blow off steam when they were restless and begging to kill some poor soul at work in the kitchens. 

At one point, they had managed to adopt a young Vârcolac wandering through the woods. You had no idea how, but the beastly canine was now their personal pet, as obedient as a lapdog and as murderous as the lycans. 

Sure, maiming and death still occurred occasionally, but hey, you weren’t a miracle-worker. Trespassers were still killed on sight, traitors and disobedience were awarded with limb-chopping or decapitation depending on the Lady’s mood, but you were quite proud to say that the Castle was much more welcoming, and more importantly, clean. 

You had revitalized Castle Dimitrescu, and had rejuvenated some of the humanity in the Dimitrescu family itself. Gosh, what an accomplishment. Though it didn’t happen overnight. There was enough blood spillage, shouting, skillful avoidance and trickery to last you a lifetime. But after all that, and after a wonderful new deal with the Duke to provide top-quality livestock for fresh blood and meat in the Castle, you felt you deserved a nice celebration. The farmers had agreed to tend to the Castle’s new livestock in exchange for peace. There was enough to feed everyone what they needed, and in return their families and friends were protected. Now, eating human was an occasional delicacy for Alcina and her daughters, and Alcina felt she enjoyed that a lot more than barbaric slaughter and tearing limbs without care. It felt like a luxury and a treat, though a little twisted.

The night you had convinced Alcina of your ways was when Dani, restless and out for blood, had held you with her blade at your throat, screaming obscenities and demanding her mother let her cut your throat so that you would stop meddling in their affairs. She called you a whore for sleeping with Alcina yet going behind their backs to change their way of life. Alcina nearly let her daughter kill you, thinking what’s one more? when three of the maids had burst from the kitchens and cellars, yanking Dani off of you. One lost a hand, another lost her head. Alcina stared in wonder as the women crowded you and declared they’d protect you, because none had shown such care to them in all their time at the Castle, despite being allowed to live. 

It had made Alcina long for love and loyalty again. Ruling with fear only got your so far, and she questioned if her morals were worth thinking about again. And what’s worse, you didn’t want the power over the staff that you had given yourself. You simply wanted things to be quiet and peaceful and good.

And then on the next day, when you made amends with Dani despite her threatening to kill you again by offering a fresh dish of raw meat and blood, Alcina realized she had been falling in love with you all along. 

Now, Alcina watched you from her throne-like seat, leisurely laid back with a fresh cigarette and a newly fitted cream dress adorned with subtle crystals, reminiscent of her jazz performances when she’d be decked out in sequins and dazzling pearls. She had a fur boa draped over her arms, and exuded the power of a rich matriarch. 

Alcina had never seen the grand ballroom like this in all her years under Miranda’s service. As a younger woman before the Cadou, yes, there were many lavish feasts like this. But since the world took a dark turn in this small part of Romania, there had not been this much laughter in a room for decades.

You were swinging from one dancing partner to another. The Duke had provided a lovely band to perform and you took every opportunity to dance with their music. Your shoes were tucked by Alcina’s seat after you complained about your toes hurting. Alcina had smiled and slipped them off for you, kissed your hand, and sent you on your way to the dance floor. You were dancing with the baker now, who had learned to make blood-infused bread specifically for the Castle, and mastered new pastry skills for your sweet tooth alone.

“Oh Mother, this feast is hard to resist,” Daniela groaned pathetically by her mother’s side, pushing her raw lamb around on her plate. “I remember a time when all these people would have been appetizers, dinner, dessert, and then some!”

“Calm now, Dani,” Alcina scolded lightly. “You’ve been doing so well. What is it now, four weeks?”

“Almost five,” she pouted. “Can’t I have a cheat day?”

“If you do, Y/N might be cross with you.”

“Not even one of the mean ones?” 

Alcina scanned the crowd. Everyone was in good spirits and seemingly well-behaved. There was one guest however, that Alcina didn’t like. He was too much of a flirt and far too cocky for his own good. He had tried to charm you on the way in, much to your dismay and to the amusement and jealousy of Alcina. He was properly drunk, hanging by one of the tables with another glass in hand, and not even trying to hide the fact that he was eyeing a few of the maids passing by with plates and glasses, who seemed most uncomfortable. 

“Hmmm,” Alcina thoughtfully blew out a smoke ring. “Maybe that one. But don’t make a scene, Dani. And don’t make it obvious.”

Daniela giggled devilishly and poofed away in a herd of flies.

“Must you encourage her so, Mother?” Bela sighed from her seat at the table. Out of the three, she had been the most strong-willed, coming up with new enticing ways to eat raw meat and blood to keep their appetite up. Daniela, however, always had more of a taste for the hunt than the actual meal at the end, and that was even harder to resist. 

“We both know a cranky Daniela is much worse than a satisfied one,” Alcina hummed, sipping her glass of wine. 

“Perhaps she just needs a lover,” Cassandra interjected. “That should leave her satisfied enough.”

“And who do you suggest is mad enough to put up with our sister?” Bela scoffed, chucking a piece of veggie at Cassie’s face. She burst into a cloud of flies to avoid the impact, and the meagre carrot rolled around under the table. It was just for decoration anyway. 

The Lords each had a seat amongst the Dimitrescus. Donna had Angie perched on her lap, who was tittering away with nonsense and annoyance. The most intriguing guest was a curious masked individual that had come in quietly next to Donna. They appeared genderless, though being clothed in robes of deep, dark blue, and not speaking a word made it hard to decipher what kind of person Donna brought in by her side. Still, Alcina was pleased to see her sister had finally found a partner of some sorts. 

Karl had brought another monstrosity of an experiment that was much more behaved than the last one. It resembled something between a large dog and a small horse, and made no noise. You had made sure the half-mechanical creature was well looked after. Freshly oiled, and freshly fed. 

Sal, poor, lonely Sal, seemed much more in his spirits than usual. You had convinced him to take ownership of his own life, and find something to do besides pining over Miranda’s affections. With your care and attention, you had discovered how much of a romantic Salvatore Moreau actually was. He needed things to romanticize his life. So, to add onto your list of crazy, silly ideas, you helped him find a skincare routine, gifted him a modified typewriter that he could use with ease, and a pile of water-friendly toys to splash around with. 

Alcina had been flabbergasted at the sight of a happy, laughing Sal emerging from his water-filled home. He told them how he had finished another one of his short stories, and the exercise of chasing weights at the bottom of his lake had made him much more content. You had laughed and clapped excitedly for him. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” Alcina sighed that evening as you crawled into bed with her. “You have more positive hope in your pinky than I do in my whole body. What on earth possessed you to give Sal a moisturizer?”

“Hey, those waters aren’t the best for your skin you know,” you tutted. “Sometimes a little self-care goes a long way. Turns our a lot of his moping has to do with those sores and humps -- they’re apparently very painful. Aren't you glad he’s not whining for Miranda and begging for someone to love him now?”

Needless to say, they all loved you. And they were all thriving because of you.

That is why no one has told Miranda about you.

Alcina knew Miranda would find out about the party and that she had not been invited. She’d be in for a scolding of a lifetime, probably a bit of torture, but she knew she could handle Miranda on her own. That wouldn’t be the problem. This way, Miranda’s anger would only be pointed at her, and not you. Heaven forbid the priestess ever found out what hold you had over Alcina. You wouldn’t survive a second in her presence. She begged whatever gods or demons existed that Miranda would never find out about you.

Alcina felt another deep sense of dread fill her, and suddenly had the urge to drag your to her side and keep you close. Perhaps the party was too large. Perhaps not this many people should have come. Perhaps--

As if on cue, you appeared by her side. Face shining with a glowing layer of sweat from dancing, you took her cup of wine and took a deep swig -- the taste of blood no longer disgusted you. Alcina felt her worries melt away and smiled happily.

“Hello, darling,” she said softly, leaning down to greet you with a deep kiss. You giggled as she teasingly nipped at your bottom lip. “What happened to your dance with the baker?”

“Oh, he stubbed his toe. He needed to sit out for a second,” you pointed to where the baker was sitting at a table, who was rubbing his feet with a grimace on his face. 

Alcina chuckled deeply. “No one can keep up with you, can they?”

“Well, one person can,” you replied. “But she’s refusing to dance with me!” You tugged at the boa and she scooped you up to set you in her lap, back pressed against her chest as you surveyed the masses.

“Darling, I hardly have the grace of a dancer anymore. I would knock over at least five dancers in the process. You don’t want to dance with me.”

“What if they all sat down and it was just us?”

“Then I would mess up out of sheer panic,” Alcina grinned. “What if I stubbed your toes? Crushed them? I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

“Ugh, fine.” You turned your head up to look at her. “But you better make it up to me tonight.”

Alcina gave you a chaste kiss and then trailed her lips down your cheek to your neck, as a strong, possessive hand curled around your middle. “It’s a deal. You may live to regret that statement.”

“I doubt it,” you hummed softly, squirming as warmth filled your body at her lips caressing your skin. “Maybe we should just go to bed now.”

“And leave all the festivities?” She tutted. “Your guests will be disappointed.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it all night. You always do,” you huffed, your hand grasping Alcina’s. “I’ve been thinking about it too, you know.”

Her hand clutched you more tightly, and a low growl came from her throat just behind you. “Don’t tempt me, dear. I might strip you now and take you right here until you pass out. Wouldn’t that be a sight for them all?” 

The end of her sentence had dissolved into a low, hungry whisper. Possessive, demanding Alcina was always your favourite. You grinned, lifting her hand from your form and kissing along the knuckles. 

“Patience, my love. Before you know it, the night will be over.”

Suddenly, Daniela appeared in front of them, fresh blood dripping from her scythe and mouth, probably from the drunkard that Alcina had pointed out. You were about to scold her for going against her new diet, but her wide, panicked eyes caught both yours and Alcina’s attention first. The night was definitely over now.

“It’s Miranda,” Dani’s shaky voice was unmistakable. “She’s at the door.”