#that's how i roll baybee

[marshmellowtea]

unfortunately for you guys i have started seriously thinking about a munchausen by proxy'd!chris au and i have decided that maybe jonathan could get to be the hero of this specific au.........part of it is that i wanna do more with him in general but there's also the fact that jonathan is canonically a Dad so of the entire cast i think he'd be the one most likely to notice the more subtle things that are off about celia's behavior, her odd calmness at chris's unexplained illness, her weird excitement with each new diagnosis, the way she chatters on with the doctors and nurses when chris is curled up sick in his hospital bed.......it's horrifying to him that she's not more worried, if this were his kid he'd be a complete and utter wreck, and that's what starts to tip him off that Hey maybe something is really fucking wrong here, actually.......

[bluesquirrels]

Damn, its been a long time since i last drew this blorbo huh

[game-boy-pocket]

I think i'm half way through Tears Of The Kingdom, unless there's some major surprises after the four main dungeons.

And I gotta say, I think I might walk away from this game pretty unhappy with the story unless they really clear up some confusion I have... granted, I have not yet found all the "Dragon's Tears" cutscenes and there's still the rest of the main quest, but i'm not expecting it all to fall into place...

Because I expected Skyward Sword to all fall into place by the end cutscene after it confused me, but I just ended the game with a big fat "that's it? This is the game that sets up the entire series?"

The difference here is that Tears of the Kingdom is actually fun to play. So even if I don't enjoy the story as much as other Zelda games, it's still pretty likely in my top 5.

There's still one way to kind of salvage the story. It woudn't make the story that much better for me, but it would prevent me from outright disliking it.

I'm not going to go into details until I actually finish the game though.

[mwahbabe]

drop more loser!Chloe content and my life is urs

loser!chloe headcanons

tags: fluff, gf!chloe, switch!chloe, nsfw, cunnilingus(r! recieving) (c!recieving) strap on sex, (r!recieving) (c! recieving) scissoring/tribbing, perv!chloe.

a/n: you got it baybee!! omg i need her so bad it’s not a joke nomo😩

✦ loser! chloe who was so scared to hold your hand when you first started dating, doing that pinky thing, inching it closer to yours while you were sitting together or would brush her hand against yours while you’re walking together.

✦ then hesitantly takes your hand and acts nonchalant until seeing your sweet smile and she gives you a goofy grin.

✦ when you started getting closer and more comfortable around each other she just spoils you.

✦ is such a sweet girl.

✦ we’ve seen how she is with those she cares about and trusts

✦ acts like the badass tough punk lesbian but when seeing a hot chic can’t even form a sentence.

✦ once before she met you ofc when a tatted up girl at a concert wearing little to nothing came to ask her where the bathroom was she was standing there with this dumb look on her face before pointing in the direction of it and then proceeded to walk into someone when she turned back around😭😭

✦ still has her “gee wizz that’s my girlfriend? awesome!” moments when she sees you. especially when you’re undressing or getting ready.

✦ sends you stupid memes while you’re in class/at work

✦ like the ones that are so random and unfunny to the point they are funny😭 and the “feeling sad rn send boob pics” ones.

✦ and she sends you stuff that she thinks you will find funny.

✦ was a weird kid in middle school.

✦ argues with little kids on minecraft servers.

✦ golden retriever gf. she will do anything for you and whenever. oh your dvd players broken? all of a sudden she’s a handywoman. you need a specific snack at 3am when it’s raining? she’s getting in the car.

✦ soooo puppy coded. just- look at her. puppy eyed masc.

✦ the type to burn a cd for you with songs that remind her of you.

✦ has tried to pierce herself but couldn’t handle the pain.

✦ 100% tried to act tough during her tattoo but whimpered the whole time.

✦ definitely watched those creepypasta internet videos when she was 13-14 and max got scared while she pretended they didn’t scare her but couldn’t sleep for weeks.

✦ was secretly a fan of monster high even if she had barbie dolls growing up. thought they were all hot. and def had a crush on clawdeen. cuz she’s a lesbian in love with her bsf? lol get it?

✦ her instagram is probably so empty except for a profile picture of a dumb shark meme she just hasn’t bothered changing. and maybe posts once a month and somehow has lots of followers.

✦ definately loves sharks because they’re “badass and eat people”

✦ but it’s so fitting because they’re actually so misunderstood and seen as mean and aggressive but are mostly just sea puppies

nsfw

✦ loser!chloe who absolutely begs to eat you out. she loves it. will have her face buried between your thighs for hours.

“please babe… c’mon just one more? please?”

✦ gets so carried away she forgets you’re overstimulated, she just enjoys eating your pussy so much.

✦ even came in her pants from your sounds and the taste of you alone.

✦ loves when you ride her face. she doesn’t care if she can’t breathe. just sit on it. breathing is overrated anyway.

✦ loser!chloe who cums too fast during tribbing and has to pull away and eat your pussy a little before putting your leg back over her shoulder so she won’t cum before you.

✦ such a loser she steals stuff of yours, like bracelets, lipgloss, hair ties, …your panties from the laundry hamper.

✦ sniffs them while her fingers are pumping in and out of her cunt that’s embarrassingly soaked. her eyes rolling back as her cunt clamps down on her fingers smelling the fabric before putting it back acting like nothing happened.

✦ SERVICE TOP!!!

✦ loves making you feel good. it’s her purpose. her job. and she’s damn good at it. round after round of turning you into a mess gives her a sense of pride and like she’s doing right and making the love of her life feel good and satisfied.

✦ gets off on you getting off.

✦ if you’re a pillow princess she love love loves you.

✦ lay there and look pretty with your legs spread or over her shoulders orr on your stomach face down ass up while her strap is buried in you? absofuckinglutely.

✦ this girl is a whimperer. idc. she has pretty moans and gets embarrassed by it especially how she moans like she’s the one being pleasured when fucking you.

✦ loserrrr chloe who has wet dreams about you while you’re sleeping next to her and has to rub one out and muffle her moans and whimpers to not wake you.

✦ if you’re more of a dominant person she also loves you.

✦ sub chloe is so needy and such a brat<3

✦ when you eat her out she’s a mess. trying to conceal her moans letting out grunts and covering her mouth until she gets close and these pretty whines and groans come from her as she cums all over your face.

✦ when you first use the strap on her, she gets so flustered at how slutty she sounds as the toy slides in and out of her and the angle you’re fucking her in making her lose her mind.

✦ then will deny anything she said or how she sounded if you bring it up.

“shut up! you’re such an ass.”

✦ yea her loser ass loves you<33

[isekai-crow]

Mashle Ending Cars

My Beetle is a massively certified mechanic in Japan who is a bit of a motorcycle fanatic. (I cannot emphasize how much I am understating the term FANATIC here.)

So naturally since I know nothing about cars and they're tangentially related to motorcycles, I asked him to tell me the names of all the cars in the ending, and he did well.

Mash - Nissan Fair Lady's Z 2008 model - He was able to get this one immediately and was like, "Anyone who knows their cars would know this immediately."

Lance - Beetle thought it was a Mazda RX-8 but it might be an import model - We guessed a Ferrari, but a lot of them have different headlight shapes.

Dot - Jeep Wrangler. Thats it. No numbers for you lmao

Finn - Morgan Plus 4 (had to google this one because too many similar looking classic cars and this STILL doesn't look exactly right.)

Rayne - Rolls Royce Phantom III baybee

I LOVE THAT THE AMES BROS HAVE CLASSIC OLDIE CARS. THEY'RE SO STYLISH. We already know that Finn is the only one in the main group with any sense of style and THIS JUST PROVES IT. I wanna go for a spin with him.

(Also classic cars as SO. FUCKING. EXPENSIVE. to own in Japan. The older your car is the more you pay in taxes. Which I wonder if it means anything here...)

Draco Malfoy Ryoh Grantz- Mercedes-Benz Vision Gran Turismo or one of the other versions. This also took a bit of googling cause he could only pin the Brand Name and not the car itself cause it's too new.

Harry Potter Orter Madl- Ashton Martin Vanquisher (THE NAMING SENSE. DID THEY PICK THIS CAR SOLELY FOR THE NAME VANQUISHER???)

Carpaccio - Porche Boxster - He picked up on the headlights immediately because we had a low budget Porche at one point, inherited from his brother.

Margarette Macaron - BMW r100 - This was of course the fastest on he pinned and AHHH MY BELOVED MARGARETTE they're so cool for riding a motorcycle.

Also.

The Mash's dads on a driving date.

Love that for them. So sweet.

And fucking of course this is a euphamism for magic and MASH IS THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT A DRIVER'S LICENSE SO HE'S PUSHING THE CAR.

AND THAT CAR IS IN PARK AND/OR HAS THE BREAKS ON because of course it fucking does why am I surprised lmao

This song is a banger too. When I get around to it, I wanna do a break down of the lyrics to this and other OPs and EDs.

[kulttuurinkurittama]

Gossips

Arthuriana August of @caer-gai, blood or no

First prompt and I'm already late, but that's how I roll baybee

I feel like Morfydd and Ywain are like the scary twins who know everything about everything around them lol. Ywain is also probably covered in bird shit like 85% of the time, so it's quite bold of him to have long hair.

Been on a botany kick recently so it's probably safe to assume that plants will continue for this challenge. Chose cotton grass for them because it gives kinda weird fae vibes y'know. Also good lord apparently I can only draw Morfydd's face from the front and everything else is off limits:')

[eluminium]

Skizz Week 2, day 1 baybee! Here we go again! Can't wait to see how this one goes. I'm aiming to get all days done this time, but I won't make any promises!

Of course, thank you @skizzlemanweek for organizing this again and creating the prompts!

Prompt 1: Calm / Chaos

"Wow, someone's birthday today or something?"

A soft smile decorates Skizz's face, the dull light of the communicator screen reflecting in his eyes. The player list shows an unusual amount of active hermits but really, he didn't have to check. He feels it in the air, the energy of the server itself shifting and warping the more hermits there are. It's something Skizz has had to grow used to lately. Not since Legacy has he been in a long-term world with anyone but himself, and it is a little jarring to feel that exciting energy a server has when its members are there in droves. Not that he doesn't like it, of course! It's great to feel that unifying energy after so long. He's just rusty at it.

What he's not rusty at though is his hobby of people watching. And if the buzz in the air tells him anything it's that it's high time he park his butt somewhere and take a few moments to look around. With that goal in mind, he closes his communicator and steps out of his crack-placed fort and down onto the staircase ramp. His footsteps echo and bounce around in the cavern below, almost creating the illusion of a marching band following behind.

Above him, a pair of ears perk up at the noise and a muzzle sticks out over the edge of the newly finished pasture. Skizz looks over his shoulder at the sound of hooves and waves to his horse, Breadstick. Breadstick responds with a snort before returning to his previous activity. Which was eating hay.

Skizz rolls his eyes fondly at the attitude before he looks upon the pyramid standing tall before him. His pyramid. His FINISHED pyramid. Pride surges in his chest like a volcano about to explode as his gaze travels from the gloomy dark bottom layer all the way to the pristine top reflecting the sun's light. The smile returns to his face with a vengeance. He made that. He made that with his own two hands! And it doesn't look awful! It looks good! Of course, the inside still needs to be finished, but the exterior-

"AAA!"

He almost trips when the deepslate bridge transitions into a spongey grass path. Luckily he manages to remember how his feet work before he has to eat dirt. He wipes his forehead with a "phew!" before looking back up at the pyramid. Specifically, at the very top.

"Now that's a pretty good spot for watching peeps, don'tcha think?" He says to no one in particular. The very top of the pyramid is made of stairs so sitting there should be pretty easy and relatively comfortable. And it's obviously high up, too!

Now, Skizz is not a man who thinks through all the pros and cons, he'd rather test it out instantly and then make his judgment. So without further thought, he spreads his pristine white wings and summons a few wind charges from his inventory (Rockets are like, so yester-update). With a powerful flap and a few gusts, he launches himself into the air like a firework. The wind ruffles his black and grey locks as he expertly climbs in altitude until he can leisurely glide and land on the tippy top of his pyramid.

"Nailed it! First try!" He pats himself on the back before an unexpected chill travels through his body. Not only is the air around him colder, but the quartz under him is too! When he sits down, he yelps at the temperature difference. What's this dark magic?!

…He facepalms. It's colder because he's higher up. And quartz is white. He even pointed out the top's reflectiveness less than five minutes ago! How could he already have forgotten? His eyes close and he can't help but laugh at himself because really, who else would be that much of a moron?

"Well, some things change, some things stays the same! I'll just have to use my butt warmth." He shrugs cheerfully as he wraps his wings around himself like a blanket.

Now snuggly cocooned in his own body heat after having put a point in the "con" column of this spot, Skizz finally looks out over the landscape before him.

And his jaw drops.

It's gorgeous. A mix of serene nature and player-made beauty, like an improvised yet enchanting dance between the server and its inhabitants. Buildings, organics, and terraformed terrain bleeding into the naturally created while still bearing the marks of the hands that made them possible made them real. He has to catch his breath for a second, internally kicking himself for not noticing the view sooner. Yeah, okay, he was busy building, but come on! This is so pretty! From Gem's quiet fishing village on the river to Tango's magnificently complex house behind him ("not a builder" his ass-) to the painting-worthy Post Office in the distance. Even Pixelpulse Valley on his right, with its intentional exclusion of nature, fits perfectly. If he really focuses, he can see glimpses of Joel's masterful and tightly packed city nestled against Magic Mountains cliffside.

The sight is so easy on the eyes it forces Skizz to stop. To really take in what he's seeing. It would be beyond wasteful to not live in the moment right now! To not acknowledge the calm breeze brushing through his hair and feathers and across his bare arms. To not bathe in the midday sun's rays like a very happy lizard. To not listen to the faraway placing of blocks echoing between hills and not smell the fresh humid air that carries just the slightest scent of redstone.

It's serene up here, and a calm Skizz hasn't felt in a long time settles comfortably in his bones like a soft yet heavy blanket. The sky above him is an endless yet inviting deep blue, only broken up by a few clouds that look as soft as sheep's wool. Far below, the river flows ever onward with salmon, cod, squid, and one confused guardian occasionally breaching the surface. From up here, the river looks calm, but Skizz knows from building his bridge that there are some mean currents in there that should not be underestimated. Somewhere nearby, a few birds are having a riveting conversation, adding a soft song to the air's choir. Said choir may be getting pretty busy, but it's far enough away to lull his mind as a deep breath leaves him and he sinks into his seat.

He's been working for a while now, huh? In fact, he hasn't really stopped working since he joined. And if he was not working, he was hanging out with his friends and being social. Or hunting them, but hey, that's a social activity too! …But he hasn't given time to himself. Time to sit around and just exist, time to let the server in and let it take him on a stroll. Time to reflect on how utterly humble and grateful he is for getting to be here. But now, sitting on the top of his proudest creation, he gives himself that time as his mind falls quiet.

…

He doesn't know how long he sits there until his lazily wandering eyes catch on something new that guides him out of his trance. There's movement in Pixelpulse Valley. A yellow blob walking around the big grey plain that hasn't yet had any buildings erected. Ah, it has to be Impulse! There's no one Skizz knows who wears those gaudy shades of yellow and actually pulls them off!

What is he doing, though? Maybe planning out a new building? Or he could be experimenting with some contraption for Metro Mayhem? The curiosity that bubbles under Skizz's skin is irresistible and he fishes out a spyglass from his inventory at lightning speeds. Bringing the well-loved tool to his eye and focusing back on Impulse, he instantly notices that there are no blocks placed out, making the contraption theory unlikely. Same with the building theory, since his cyborg-y best friend doesn't have any blueprints or even blocks in his hands. Instead, a shiny Netherite sword rests in Impulse's grip as he goes around…tapping the stone with it? A questioning noise leaves Skizz as he watches his best friend carefully poke block after block like one of them is suddenly going to explode. Strange, which just makes it more interesting to investigate!

He stands back up and stretches out his wings yet again to prepare for flight. He catches himself though, and his gaze roams one more time over the view around him. He manages to spot more colorful moving blobs on the ground, which must be other Hermits going about their business. Above him, a rocket goes off, and he watches Tango glide over him, aiming for his factory too far away to see. A grin carves itself into Skizz's face. He may not have gotten much people-watching done today, but there's now no doubt that the peak of his pyramid is perfect for his hobby. And not just for his hobby either, he reminds himself, but for relaxing in general. He kneels down and pats the now warmed-up quartz.

"I'll be back, buddeah! You and I are going to be hanging out a lot in the future, just you wait." He says to the pyramid before he stands back up and summons "Failguy" from his inventory. With a cheer, he leaps off of the quartz, ready to have some fun screwing with Impulse. The ever-mischievous Hermitcraft is right behind him, aiming the breeze to make sure the newbie knows that it, too, enjoys the rush the Hermits provide.

[natelawtism]

"Authentic" | an oc x canon fic

GUESS WHO WROTE ROWNATE FANFIC BAYBEE!! Forgive any errors or mischaracterization.... It's midnight

This fic includes JB! It's a conversation between JB and Nate about Rowan. JB decides to spend the day with Nate because she doesn't get all the fuss Rowan is making over him

“Ugh. I still don't get it!”

“Get what?” Nate raised an eyebrow, giving JB a judgemental look.

The girl shrugged, “What Rowan sees in you.”

“What??” the boy's eyes widened, surprised at how casually JB spoke.

“I mean, I tried to ask him! But he wouldn't tell me. Said something about ‘not wanting to put you on my radar',” she put up air quotes while she spoke, “so I was like, whatever, I'll find out myself. But even after spending the day with you I still don't get it!”

“I'm sure you don't,” Nate rolled his eyes, “because unlike you: Rowan is nice.”

“Oh?” JB’s eyebrows raised, “do tell. I mean, I'm the nicest and hottest girl on campus.” She spoke with her usual shit-eating grin and leaned on her palm for dramatic effect, knowing she wasn't very nice at all.

“Yeah. He isn't nice to be performative or anything, he just is.” The words came to Nate pretty easily, though he had to pause to collect his thoughts. “He's kind to people without a second thought and actually cares about what I have to say. Unlike someone.” He makes a point to indicate that he was targeting JB.

“What's the fun in that?” JB was confused hearing Nate even though she had experienced these things before, “Not gonna lie, I assumed he did it with y'know… ulterior motives.”

“That's the thing. He does it like it's second nature.” Nate’s expression began to morph into something almost fond. More introspective than his earlier statements, though you could only notice it if you were really looking. “He always considers people and tries to do small acts, even when it takes out of his day. He always tries to talk to me. He's not judgy. It's like he doesn't even think about it.”

“Doesn't that just make him a try-hard?”

“I guess. But he’s trying. He's always trying, no matter what it comes to. It's hard to find someone who will listen to you like that. He ends up absorbing weird knowledge about people, just because he listens.”

“I think he might just do that because he wants to get into your pants.” JB laughed at her own joke.

Nate, however, did not find that as funny. His expression immediately broke back into his usual anger. He knew he shouldn't be surprised at the girl’s comments, but it startled him out of whatever place his mind drifted to.

“That kind of stuff is inappropriate!”

“You bet it is-” she changed the topic quickly- “So, how do you know he's not?”

“I guess I don't know for sure, but he doesn't feel like the type to. He's really… genuine. Trust me, I would've been able to see if he was just looking for something like..” Nate seemed to not want to get the words out, “like that.”

“I guess with all the time he spends hanging off of you it'd be easy to tell.” JB nodded, beginning to reach her own conclusions. Nate sure had a lot to say on this boy.

“Even if you can't be, I can say that he's very authentic. I think everyone needs more authenticity.”

“I can be authentic!” The girl argued.

The boy looked at her skeptically, “I doubt it.”

“What's so authentic about him anyway?” In truth, JB knew Rowan enough to know that was true. She just wanted to see how much she could get Nate talking about him, as this day was already past boring.

“Almost everything he does. The way he tries, his love for things, how he expresses things. He's someone who can put his whole heart into a task.” Like it was magic, Nate was back into that far-off place. JB wasn’t sure exactly where his mind was, but she knew wherever it was had a lot of Rowan in it. “Even when he's performing, it still feels like him. Just in a different way.”

JB raised her eyebrows, grinning slyly “You really like him, huh?”

Nate squinted at her, his eyebrows down turned “Of course I do. It's natural to, you know, enjoy being around your friend and notice things about them.”

She scoffed, a bit surprised he would say that, but also not surprised that Nate Lawson isn't confronting his very obvious feelings. “Yeah… your ‘friend’. Sure, bud.”

[thumpypuppy]

hi! i really love your isat stuff, especially all the drumset parts. do you have any tips for writing drumset parts? like in "i wont let you go home" and "how can you help me stardust"?

Yooooo you summoned the black sheep (or I guess crow, more accurately?) of the studio, your very own Sandra Baker!

Let me start off by saying this: Rule of Three, baybee! Don't repeat stuff more than three times. It's not hard-and-fast, but it'll get you there. So like…

A A A B

A A A B

A A A B

C A B D

See? So like on the fourth measure play something different, and then in the scope of four blocks of four measures play that last set of four in a totally different way. It breaks up the monotony and keeps it fresh.

Okay so let's jump into the songs and break some things down.

I won't let you go home is fully unhinged so… we start on some thrash/punk drums, some late 80s metal drum fills, throw in some spicy rides, it's really about carrying the energy of the piece because drums set the tone. Go listen to some 80s metal, listen to the old punk scene, figure out what people were doing when they were reinventing how drums were played, and then take some time studying where all that came from in the first place, from early jazz into the bebop scene, into psychedelic funk and jazz fusion and prog and… you gotta study your music history.

From there we launch into a chill single time beat, we're keeping time real simple on the hat and snare, but there's still a groove in the kicks. It's SO important to keep the groove, especially when you're working with your weird sister who is allergic to writing things in 4/4 most of the time. This part is pretty straight-forward, so the kicks are doing most of the work here adding weird stutters and triplets, and we have some crashes punctuating a few important parts in the music.

At about a minute twenty we drop into some tight punk drums, so very in-the-pocket, closed hats, this time the kick and snare are keeping the obvious time, so we put a little stank on the hat until we open up full-tilt and head into the next section.

Okay the next part I'm sorry not sorry it's just free jazz and I can't explain that. Go listen to like… Weather Report or KoenjiHyakkei or something… because sometimes it's okay to be weird, just have some care and intentionality behind it, like know what you're doing so you can do it wrong the right way, yeah?

Okay next section, the breakdown… so it's like… half-time feel, put an obvious hat smack on the off-beat so we know where that is, and then just kinda go full prog? Big drums, lots of stadium rock fills, but keep that beat so we know when to headbang, right?

Then like leading into ~2:50 we gotta pick it back up, go full classic punk for a minute, so we keep that half-time feel but imply we're ramping with the snare, and then the classic crash mute and a bar of silence before we're back to OY OY OY.

Then we hit a kind of slower fill that drops into this silly blastbeat breakdown where we're doing these nutty kick fills and gravity bomb blastbeat whatever they are snare rolls while keeping the breakdown feel with big crashes.

OKAY so that was a lot. The big takeaway here is this: Go study the history of rock music starting from like… maybe the mid-1930s… and go from there. Also, make sure you keep the groove. You can be weird, just make sure it's obvious when you're supposed to headbang.

As for "How can you help me, Stardust?", I am so sorry not sorry about this. 🤣

So in the first section you'll kinda hear that I played around with the snare placement and almost gave it like a reggaeton or bossa nova feel? You can do that… you just set up this expectation that we're going full punk and then you can drop a samba beat in your metal and like what is anyone gonna do about that? Dance? Enjoy it? Exactly.

Honestly the rest of this song I got nothing to say that I didn't say for the last song, so the takeaway here is just like… you can kinda do whatever if it grooves.

So like… if you're programming drums instead of playing them, picture the kit and how it is or isn't physically possible to play it, etc. Generally speaking you only have a stick in each hand and two feet, so be mindful of that kind of stuff and don't hit like… a snare and a crash and a china all at once…

Also like… a really fun thing I got to do in DOOMTROID was come up with kick patterns for djent sections, so like… maybe we're playing a section in 7/8, so I'd write a kick pattern in 5/8 and let it drift until it came back around, because it makes a fun dynamic pattern, and then we're playing 7/8 but we still gotta groove, so if you play 4 over 7 you get a measure of four hats on the downbeat, but the next measure has three hats on the off beat, so you have this one regular element that keeps a simple beat, you have the snare showing up to tell you that we're in 7/8, but then you have a 5/8 pattern repeating under all of that… and so it's hella fun to just goof around on stuff like that.

So like… even if you're just playing in 4/4 you can do fun stuff like… let's just talk about the snare for a second.

1 & *2* & 3 & *4* &

Basic stuff, snare on the 2 and 4, but can we get spicy?

1 e & a *2* e & *a* 3 e & a *4* e & a

1 e & a 2 *e* & a 3 e & a *4* e *&* a

See? You can do weird stuff, especially if you just play the hat on 1 2 3 4. Play around and make your stuff sound different.

Your homework for this week is to go listen to at least three songs from each decade starting from 1930, make sure you get plenty of bebop, jazz, and prog in there, and then take a song you've already written and change the feel/genre by only changing the drums, and then share it with the class because we all wanna see how great you are.

(The last part is optional based on your comfort level but I'm still gonna low-key bully you into sharing your music because visibility and networking is important in this industry and I definitely wanna give folks a hand up where I can.)

This whole thing would probably better as a video, so if I can catch a minute to stop by the studio maybe I'll stream all this with audio examples.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

BARN SMUT IS BACK, BAYBEE!!!

The orc tugs the Southlander into his lap, his good hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, the bad one balled against her shoulder. The lock falls from her hands, the two nails being used as lockpicks stuck in them -

"Help me," he rasps again.

"I almost had it unlocked!" the Southlander protests.

"Not the locks. Not that," he pants.

It's only now that she looks at him, truly looks. He had been shiny with sweat before, but now it's dripping off him, soaking into his tunic. His beryl irises are now mere rims around his dilated pupils. His face is chalk white except for his cheeks, which have flushed violet.

And between her legs, the orc's hips twitch with the barely restrained need to thrust. Like a dog in heat, she thinks - and he is neither elf nor man but orc, so perhaps he is truly in heat.

"I won't be able to control myself much longer," he rasps. "I need - I can do it myself but it will be faster if - " and the bulge tenting his pants brushes against her thigh and he keens.

Like he's in heat, the Southlander decides. She wasn't going to risk him in this state when she freed him, and to leave him like this with the elf commander waiting would be cruel. So she's ensure he'd get it out of his system and then free him.

(And it didn't hurt that despite the scars, he was easy on the eyes. She could feel the strength in his scarred hands and his rolling ihps, but he was trembling with the effort not to hurt her. Straining against every animal instinct for it.)

But how would she free him from the frenzy of lust?

BARN SMUT IS BACK BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

HOW WILL WE FREE THE LORD-FATHER FROM THE FRENZY OF LUST???? (I CAN THINK OF SEVERAL WAYS)

PARTS 1-3 HERE

PART 4 HERE

PART 5 HERE

[jellazticious]

Hello there your Jelliness,it’s about time I say how much I admire your art :D, all of the characters you draw are so expressive and alive, it’s always such a treat to see your doodles ! You’ve got this really unique way to draw expressions that I find so charming, and movements in your comics, how everything flows in such an exaggerated way, oh ! So wonderful ! Plus I must point out how big of a roll you played in the Pepperman community, you’re in my opinion one of the pillars of the community, if it wasn’t for your admiration for this not so popular character, I don’t think there would be nearly as much Pepperman fans as there is now.

Anyway, all I wanted to say is that I think you’re an AMAZING artist, you inspire me in my own work and I yearn to one day reach your level. I wish you all the happiness and stability in the world and that you can keep living off your talent :) 🥝✨

WOW WOW WOW MY MY MY THANK YOU FOR THIS WHOLE THING

HOOH my art is thanks to those 2000s stylized cartoons where the design is everything smsmsksk. AND HOOH 2X Pepperman is the best thing to ever happen to me sjsjdjdn hahhhh I love that loser, y'all should invest in the nobody characters more. Y'know, just so everyone knows sndn, there's this community in Tumblr that's solely for Pepperman fans, do check it out if you wanna see some extra shit I've been up to lol. But also I wanna gatekeep it, no joining unless you're a true Pepperhead 😤😤😤 it's called the Pepperman FANCLUB, not "people who is aware Pepperman exists" club, this is a big deal for me, respect the name wnsndndn. Hooh, it's been so fucking long since I've waited for something like the fanclub to happen.. those fuckers GET HIM

And also like, Kiwi I think you're on the path to "reaching my level" (that is an ego boost for me) you know how to keep the design consistent even if you have to exaggerate the pose for silhouette clarity, das where it all starts baybee, keep that shit up. For most part too? It's all about the passion which you also have so like one day you're gonna blink and realize that you're already improved past your goal

[clementinestan]

Characterizing The Crown of Glass: or How I Learned to Love the Fucked Up Slumber Party

clemposting and palisade partizan spoilers below the cut. Shout out to Rudy and the Boys

Given that we know the crown of glass to be one of the most heavily populated places on palisade as well as a party hangout destination for Millennium Break, WE know that Clementine isn't just insane when she mentioned the slumber party. She just totally flubbed the delivery. Rolled a 2 on Performance. Beefed it in front of the rival.

But she is totally right. She KNOWS what millennium break people get up to in the crown of glass. The benders, parties, the debauchery. She has eyes like, fucking everywhere now that I think about it. And she loves it because it's her little kingdom that these revolutionaries get to frolic in. It is the source of her pride and a microcosm of what she would do if... no... When she seizes Stel Kesh, and therefore, the principality(her thoughts).

Which is made all the more hilarious and horrifying that Millennium break, specifically the Blue Channel, gave her the key to unlock the power of the Iconoclasts. Is she grateful for this? Perhaps. But there's so little surviving information about the incredible beings of truths outside of Divinity that she's just gotta wing it and make a bunch of em and see what sticks. Hey that one looks like a squid doesn't it. Time passes, and Ope, Horrors walk the streets now. Axioms, we're pumping out Axioms now baybee. They all look hella weird when you're stumbling between bars drunk as fuck. Some of them are kinda cute like when the creepy kids in the horror movie draw fucked up shit. Eldritch doodles. Freddy fazbear. She thinks she's a goddamn genius with the kinds of iconoclastic beings she can make and fully control. Axioms, not so much but she can understand what they Do (they just Are).

Then when the opportunity arose to take the pride of Kesh. She seized it. But not only with iconoclasts. She also led The Armed Forces of the Crown, Millennium Break Joint Forces, and her very own personal squad (guess what she named it) to utterly vanquish the Whitestar fleet. Or maybe she just distracted the main fighting force long enough to sneak behind them and capture Lander One. I wonder where we've seen that gambit before.

So when she said slumber party she really did mean girl's night at the crown of glass. That's what it does best. She's flying Gucci there right now playing Barbie girl on the sound system. The sound system is The Kestrel’s internal vocal chamber by the way. It sings.

[n0cturna1-m3]

Closer | Sub! Bottom König x Dom! Top Male Reader | Smut

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Overstimulation, orgasm control, teasing, belt handcuffs (König receiving), oral (giving), anal fingering, anal sex, implied aftercare, crying (not dacryphilia), praise, petnames, creampie

Request; "overstimulating könig, i wan't that 6'10 man underneath me whimpering"

A/N; he's out baybee. two ghost reqs are on my to do list, then another könig. probably stuff i wanna do inbetween. enjoy this little austrian man

2.4k words

“König? How are you doing, love?” Y/N asked as he stared down at König from where he sat between his legs. He let out a whiny moan in response, his chest heaving slightly. Sweat rolled down his body as his pale eyes burned holes into Y/N, filled with desire and want.

Y/N gripped König’s thigh tight in one of his hands while the other stroked his lover's cock languidly. His grip was loose, and he would squeeze when he made it to the tip, twisting and running his thumb over it, occasionally letting his fingernail dig into the slit. König was so close to cumming.

“Don’t,” König whined, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him tighter. “Please, bär.”

“Please what?” He mocked, tilting his head at König and squeezing the base of his cock lightly. A cry ripped from his throat, one of his large hands moving to grab Y/N’s forearm. His hands were shaky and clammy, legs wrapped around Y/N’s hips and trembling. Y/N let go of König’s erection completely, the latter sobbing in response and rocking his hips into the air.

“Ah, fick dich ins Knie! [Go fuck yourself]” König whimpered as he threw his head to the side, keeping his hand firm on Y/N’s arm.

“Sorry, what was that?” Y/N questioned, tilting his head down at König who shook his head, refusing to respond. Y/N leaned down and kissed König’s cheek, moving down to suck hickeys on his neck. He nibbled on his skin, running his tongue flat along the sweaty flesh before biting down, hard enough to leave red teeth marks on it but not enough to break the skin. König moaned, his hands moving to hold Y/N’s shoulders and digging his fingernails into his skin.

“I know what you said, you aren’t slick, darling,” Y/N whispered against his skin, fingertips ghosting the head of his cock. His hands reached up to squeeze König’s pecs, fondling them in his hands. He kissed down his chest and moved one hand down to hold König's hip, hiking his lower half up and into his lap, Y/N’s clothed erection pressed against König’s ass. He whined at the feeling of Y/N pressed against him, it quickly turning into a moan as Y/N’s mouth latched onto one of his pierced nipples. He pulled away briefly and mumbled, “Apologise and maybe I’ll touch you more.”

“Scheiße,” König whimpered while Y/N tugged at his nipples, pulling the rings with his teeth and fingers. He whimpered and pushed at Y/N's head to get him off of his sensitive chest. He pulled off of him and stared down at his heaving chest, lips pink and slightly swollen from Y/N’s aggressive kissing. “I’m sorry, please. Please, touch me,” He whispered, looking up at Y/N hopefully.

Smiling, Y/N rocked his hips against König’s backside and wrapped his hand around his large, red cock. It was slick with pre-cum and lube, the head swollen and dripping. Y/N slowly jerked him off, watching the foreskin cover the tip and pushing it down to reveal the dark pink head. He slid one hand over his inner thigh and cupped his balls, squeezing softly. König whined and grabbed at the sheets as Y/N fondled and fisted his cock.

He let go of König entirely when he started showing signs of cumming. König glared at Y/N, mouth hanging open.

“Don’t look at me like that, darling,” Y/N said, reaching up and cupping his scarred cheek. König hesitantly leaned into his touch, pulling Y/N down by the back of his neck into a kiss. Y/N reciprocated it eagerly, moving his lips against König’s slowly despite the latter's impatience. He pushed his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, licking his teeth before a long whine ripped from his throat when he pulled away. “Stop being so impatient. And stay still,” Y/N scolded before leaning in and kissing him again, this time holding his jaw firmly still.

König was less than thrilled, but obeyed nonetheless, taking shallow breaths through his nose while Y/N slowly and carefully made out with him and let his hand run down his body and in between his legs before sliding two fingers into König’s tight entrance. He moaned quietly, fingers digging into the sheets while Y/N slowly pushed his wet fingers in and out of him, spreading them carefully.

It wasn’t long before Y/N added a third finger, thrusting them in quickly and curling them into König’s prostate while he grunted against Y/N’s lips.

“Please, bär,” He whimpered. Y/N pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of König’s mouth, trailing down to his jaw and dragging his teeth along his Adam's apple. His skin prickled under Y/N’s touch as his hand wandered his body, pinching at his damp skin and dragging his nails along it. His breath caught in his chest and he whimpered. “Please, don’t be mean to me.” Y/N mouthed at his throat, trailing down and sucking a hickey onto his collarbone.

Y/N stayed silent, but his fingers slowed slightly, languidly stroking his insides and scraping his blunt nails along his prostate. König cried out in frustration, but it quickly turned into a hearty moan when Y/N wrapped his hand around his weeping cock. His hands grabbed at the sheets above his head as he tried not to buck his hips up into Y/N’s hand, the latter slowly stroking him up and down, twisting his wrist and running his fingers over the head, squeezing the shaft as he went. König moaned loudly beneath Y/N, chest rising and falling rapidly while Y/N kissed down it slowly.

König yelped when Y/N suddenly bit down on his pec, a red mark appearing. Y/N kissed the bite and kissed down further, kissing his stomach and a few gnarly scars that littered the skin. He shuffled back a bit to kiss his hip, nipping the skin and trailing kisses down to his inner thigh and biting down hard again.

“Ah, fuck!” König grunted. Y/N hummed and kissed his inner thigh. He removed his fingers, much to König’s dismay, and hiked the brunette's legs over his shoulders. He yelped in response.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take care of you,” Y/N purred, one hand holding König’s thigh while the other held his cock, thumb circling the tip slowly. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the base of König’s dick before opening his mouth and mouthing at the side. König gasped and moved his hands to grab at the sheets by his hips and a fistful of Y/N’s hair, who grunted in response.

Y/N nipped at his skin, König yelping at the pain. “Hands, big guy,” He said, pulling away from König entirely. He unbuckled his belt and started fiddling with it, König’s eyes widening slightly.

“Wuh-” He stuttered, looking at Y/N’s hands. “What are you doing?”

Y/N glanced at him and grinned. “Sit up, hands behind you,” He said sweetly, as if he wasn’t about to bind his boyfriend and overstimulate him half to death. König did as told, pressing his wrists together behind him. Y/N shuffled behind him and grabbed his wrists, putting one of his hands through one loop and sliding it up his wrist, tightening it before slipping König’s other hand and mimicking the previous action. König eyed Y/N as he made his way in front of him again.

He pushed him back against the bed and suppressed a laugh as he bounced. He settled himself between König’s thighs, head sandwiched between the muscles. Y/N kissed his inner thigh and reached for König’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the length of it and moving forward to kiss the base again. He shakily exhaled, writhing slightly as Y/N thumbed the head, trailing kisses up the shaft and pulling his foreskin back slightly.

König craned his head uncomfortably to watch Y/N, the latter gathering his strain and pulling away from him to grab a pillow and situate it under his head.

“Better?” He asked. König nodded and Y/N smiled at him and turned his attention back towards König’s erection, which was throbbing and red against his stomach. Y/N wrapped his hand around it and kissed the tip, sucking lightly while maintaining eye contact with König, who was whimpering between pursed lips.

Y/N stroked König’s cock as he slowly took him deeper into his mouth, tongue pressed flat against the hot, wet skin. Y/N sealed his lips around him tight and sucked hard, drawing out a long moan from König’s bitten lips. König watched as Y/N closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose before taking in a few inches of his cock in one go, gagging slightly as the head touched the back of his mouth. He paused for a moment to gather himself before he started bobbing his head, placing his hands on König’s inner thighs and prying them open.

Whining and writhing, König pulled at the belt holding his arms behind him, his biceps flexing. Y/N occasionally gagged around König, gripping his thighs harder whenever he did out of instinct.

Y/N moaned occasionally, choking a little as he took König entirely down his throat, nose buried in his pubic hair. His eyes watered painfully. König’s panting and moans as he struggled to not buck his hips. Y/N gripped the base of his cock almost painfully tight to restrain the impending orgasm as he continued to blow him.

“No, no no no, bär, please! Hah,” König whimpered as tears filled his pretty blue eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and began slurping loudly, the sound caused König’s legs to shake. “Please, I wanna- I wanna cuh-” He stuttered, his hands clenched into fists and thighs shaking. Y/N hummed and sucked harder before pulling off. König nearly screamed in frustration, rutting his hips up into nothing. Y/N sat up, one hand still firm around König’s cock, and wiped his chin of saliva and pre-cum. “I hate you!”

Y/N clicked his tongue and leaned down to kiss König’s neck while one hand worked on removing his pants, pulling them to his mid-thigh before sliding down his boxers and tucking the band behind his balls. König was panting and glaring at Y/N, but it softened at the sight of him pouring lube onto his bare cock.

“You all ready, big guy?” Y/N asked, one hand holding onto König’s asscheek while he used the other to position his erection to his prepped entrance. König hastily nodded, huffing as Y/N slowly pushed inside, pausing when the tip was engulfed. König took deep breaths to steady himself, chest heaving. Y/N pushed in deeper, restraining from bottoming out immediately.

When he was finally balls deep, he rocked his hips and adjusted how he was sitting, letting König’s leg wrap around his waist and pulling the other over his shoulder, hands gripping his thigh and hip. Y/N looked down at König and started moving, setting a quick, hard pace that had him moaning and pulling at the belt which had begun ripping under the man's immense strength.

“Fuck, you’re tight, love,” Y/N gasped, digging his fingers into König’s flesh and angling his hips to brush against his prostate nicely. “You’ve been so good for me.”

“Ah, please, bär,” König cried, tears finally spilling from his eyes as he neared orgasm for what could possibly be the 10th time that night.

“What do you want, love?” Y/N questioned, tilting his head mockingly. His hand that previously held onto his hip slowly trailed to just beside König’s flush cock, brushing the skin with his fingertips and sending chills up the other man’s spine.

“I want to cum,” He said, looking up at Y/N with desperate eyes. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

“Okay,” Y/N responded, grabbing his erection and fisting it quickly, slick sounds coming from how wet it was. “Cum for me, love.”

König grunted at the painfully good stimulation. He managed to pull his arms free, startling Y/N when he reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

He didn’t mind tasting himself on Y/N’s tongue. He wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck tightly, gripping the back of his neck and raking his fingernails up his back. He dug his nails into the skin hard enough to draw blood as he came, moaning loudly against Y/N’s mouth as the latter hissed at the sting. His stomach was soon covered in semen, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the overstimulation became painful.

He whined, and Y/N hushed him with a kiss, whispering that he was close. Y/N’s hands moved to grab his hips, fucking König harder as he chased his release while König cried underneath him. He wrapped his legs around Y/N and dug his fingernails into Y/N’s skin again as he came closer to another orgasm, whining and tensing his legs.

“Please! I can’t- I cuh- Ah!” He moaned at a particularly harsh thrust that hit his prostate just right, shutting him up quickly. He was soon reduced to a babbling mess, slurred curses and pleas in both German and English blending together. Y/N kissed him softly and mumbled praises against his lips.

“You’re so good, love�� “Such a good boy” “So patient for me” It left a warm feeling in König’s chest and a knot in his lower stomach that was rapidly tightening. He locked his ankles behind Y/N and tightened up around him as he came again, sobbing against Y/N’s lips and dragging his nails along his back. Y/N moaned from the deep scratches on his back and the constricting heat around his cock and followed suit, cumming inside König. He slowed down, thrusting into him deep a few times to milk out his orgasm.

Their breaths mixed and Y/N slowly pulled out, wrapping his arms around König and resting his weight against him with his face in the crook of his neck. He panted, König slowly regaining his breath as exhaustion caught up to him.

“Clean up?” Y/N offered, his breath hot against König’s skin. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders.

“In a minute…” He murmured. Y/N hummed and buried his nose into his neck.

[sheepiemc]

If it’s canon in the sheepiemc verse that Diavolo develops new ideas for RAD through human movies, how do you think he’d react to watching bring it on, or something cheerleading adjacent?

i've been thinking about this since i got it yesterday but i wanted to finish the next chapter's draft bc i was on a roll this is SO FUN

i had it in my head that RAD had cheerleaders for fangol but i think i absorbed that from some fics bc there is no mention of them on the wiki SO WE GOT FREE REIGN BAYBEE (also forgive me i haven't seen the movie in a hot minute)

SO YOU SHOWED DIAVOLO BRING IT ON

📣 now obviously there's gonna be a RAD cheer competition

📣 sure no one really knows how to put on a cheer routine but that doesn't really matter when you have magic and a dream

📣 so Diavolo obviously can't participate himself so he judges alongside Barbados and MC

📣 also obviously the little cheerleading outfit is a HUGE part of the appeal of this idea so i made a chart

📣 OBVIOUSLY asmo would have no problem gettin in that cheerleading outfit (he probably would design them), i feel like solomon and simeon would have a good attitude about it, and i know i said Diavolo is a judge but you cannot stop this demon from wearing a cute outfit and he deserves it.

📣 in the middle tier, they would all take varying levels of conviction to put on the outfit, but the initial instinct isn't there, right?

📣 and of course, OF COURSE the avatar of pride wouldn't subject himself to the "embarrassment" bc he's a fucking killjoy 😆 he would rock it and he won't even give it a chance

📣 anyway the rest of the school would have to participate too otherwise there would be no competition but who really cares about them

📣 oh my god wait i was thinking they would all be on one team but could you imagine the chaos if they were all captains of their own teams comprised of other demons of their sin 😳 oh my god the DRaMA

📣 now THAT would be juicy... team lust and team pride would be the definite frontrunners, mammon would probably try to cheat thinking there was a cash prize, levi's experience with idol dances actually get him pretty far... can't see team sloth getting very far so maybe belphie would just be on team gluttony by default... team wrath in the running just to beat lucifer... huh... maybe i'll come back to this 🤔

📣 oh no now i wanna design all their uniforms......

📣 what could the prize possibly be that would make all these demons participate in this foolishness? honestly i have no idea 😆 i thought it might be the non-prize of being the official RAD cheerleading team but who of the brothers would actually want that except asmo? maybe dia will grant the winner a wish or smth

thanks for the suggestion!!! this was really fun to think about 😄

[pinksparkl]

One last ride... is cancelled

You all know that I LOVE Lovely/Vincent, but... what if the Surge accident didn't happen?

Look, it's February 13th, so rollercoaster-stranger feels are mandatory. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them.

Fix-It of Sorts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, We're in the early 2000s baybee~, And some callbacks bc I'm a sucker for them

Rated: T

1200 words (read here or on ao3)

"Check one?" The voice over the tannoy called for the rest of the team to give the thumbs up for the last ride of the night to go ahead. Your grip tightened around Vincent's hand, terror shooting through your veins and you hadn't even moved yet.

"Check!" A voice from the rear of the train replied swiftly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, this was it, your first ride on a rollercoaster.

 

"I want off of this thing!"

 

On feeling a soft brushing against the length of your thumb, you opened your eyes to see that your new friend, Vincent, was trying his best to reassure you. He looked at a loss as to how to calm down a rapidly spiralling person, but it was the thought that counted, right? Again you tried to force a smile, something to show your appreciation for his efforts, it must've worked, because he was smiling back too!

 

"Check two?" 

 

"Oh no!"

 

"Chec- no wait!" 

 

A moment of confused silence.

 

"Sorry folks, but the final ride of Surge for tonight has been cancelled. Please vacate the coaster in an orderly fashion." The operator's explanation was immediately drowned out by a roar from the other riders who were pissed.

 

But not you.

 

You melted against the restraints, all tension immediately leaving your limbs. "Oh thank god! I mean... I'm sorry for you. You were really looking forward to it and all..."

 

"It's okay," he assured you with a dimpled smile. "I did already go on it earlier, and that'll have to be enough for now. On the bright side, you don't have to go on it. You got your wish." Vincent laughed as the two of you waited for your turn to leave the ride; a majority of the other riders really didn't understand the meaning of "in an orderly fashion" which caused a bit of a traffic jam at the turnstile.

 

As you sat patiently in your seat, seatbelts unlatched and roll-bar lifted, you noticed you were still holding onto Vincent's hand. But he didn't make any move to disengage from you either, so you left it as is, no need to draw attention to it, right?

 

"I've known this guy for all of ten minutes, he offered to hold my hand in what would have been the most terrifying experience of my whole life. Now what? He seems so cool, but... I guess we're never gonna see each other after this..."

 

"Hey," he called out, dragging you out of your thoughts. "Lemme know if this is too forward or anything, but, d'you wanna... can I get your number?" He was blushing, and his hand was starting to feel clammy, but you held on, knowing yours felt the same.

 

You smiled and nodded, a little too abruptly. "Sure!" It was like he had read your mind.

 

"Thank you! I mean..." Vincent ruffled his hair with his free hand, trying not to look as awkward as he felt. 

 

Grabbing a marker from the ticket stand, Vincent scribbled his number on the back of your hand, before he passed it over with his arm outstretched so you could do the same.

 

You looked down at your hand, smiling at the funny smiley face he'd added. "I hope this isn't a permanent marker," you grumbled.

 

"Whoops... didn't think of that. I don't think it is." Vincent checked the barrel of the marker quickly, but couldn't find anything to indicate it as such. "Guess we'll find out tomorrow or whatever." His laugh was kinda cute, were those butterflies in your stomach, or just the nachos from earlier?

 

--

 

“So, there was this big investigation into it... shady deals to get the coaster done quickly... none of the safety measures would actually activate...” Vincent explained to you, humming as he skimmed through the article as he spoke, cutting out all the unnecessary parts he knew you didn't have the extra mental bandwidth for right now.

 

You had recently heard some rumours about Wonder World and Surge, so he spent most of the study hour researching it instead of finishing his mid-term paper like you were currently doing. “Hmm, so basically, there was a major fuck up in the structural integrity of the whole thing, and it could've turned into a giant, metal death-trap.” 

 

“Yeesh!” You exclaimed, grimacing as you ducked your head low to avoid being spotted by the librarian, who was honestly just looking for a viable excuse to throw you two out. You weren't that disruptive, often you were very respectful of the hallowed bookstacks full of knowledge and free internet access. Hiding behind the computer screen for a bit usually did the trick. “I'm soo glad we didn't have to ride it in the end.”

 

“I agree. As much of an adrenaline junkie as I am, dying is not on my bucket list,” he half-joked.

 

After exchanging numbers, you eventually discovered that you both attended the same university – although different majors. The two of you made plenty of time for in person meet-ups when you weren't in class. Most meet-ups often coincided with when his two friends – who were also now sort of yours too after you'd been properly introduced – were off having some “alone time”, meaning the apartment they all shared was very off-limits, so spending time at your place or the library became the norm.

 

He had tossed around the idea of lounging around in your dorm all day, ordering pizza, making-out, annoying your roommates. It was a tempting suggestion, but you decided that someone had to be the responsible one, and reminded him of the existence of looming deadlines. You could be very persuasive when you wanted to be.

 

“Although,” you continued in an appropriately hushed tone this time. ”As scary as the whole lead-up was, getting dared, waiting in line and everything, I'm really glad I got to meet you.” Reaching your arm across the desk, you grabbed his hand, the one not throwing sour Skittles in his mouth like they were going out of fashion. Fingers interlocking, you stared into his eyes, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

 

Time had flown by since that fateful evening; Vincent was about to graduate in a few months, and you still had another year to go before you were released out into the scary, adult world of taxes and meetings.

 

“I'm glad I got to meet you too.” When he looked at you like that, with his hazel eyes softly curved with a smile and his voice lowered to an almost reverent whisper, you felt like you were the only two people on the planet. ”You're my ray of sunshine, the love of my life- Ah! The Lovely of my life.” There he goes again; waxing poetic about you turned out to be his true calling in life, and once he started, there was no telling how long he would go on for.

 

“You dork!” You laughed openly, heart full of affection for him, pulling on Vincent's hand in jest to get his attention back on terra firma. Unfortunately you also ended up attracting the attention of the aforementioned librarian.

 

“Shh!”

 

“Be honest, you love it. Because it's too late to return me now!”

 

“Ssshhhh!”