#the arcade in brighton

[confessionsofanarcadeaddict]

And boy oh boy is it a busy night here at The Arcade! It was SRO here for awhile but it's starting to thin out a little and if you're thinking of getting your game on, that's good news for you! $20 gets you in, and we have over 150 machines spanning six decades waiting for you.

I guess working those 13 days in a row took a lot more out of me than I thought. Christmas came and went, and it was a decent day though I had to work it for a few hours as we had a private party. I made two excellent beef roasts that got rave reviews, amd a good dinner was had by all.

I worked the 26th l, then had my usual birthday weekly Friday off, which the only productive thing I did was to finish editing and post episode 79 and even then it took me a lot longer than it normally would because I was just wiped out. You know, the kind of tired that will just crash in on you when you're in the middle of something, and you just have to stop, save and finish it later, preferably after a long nap.

I'm still having problems focusing for long periods of time, but I'm better than I was two days ago. I have to work tomorrow but I think I'm okay. I'll get the latest episode of @thacoshammer started tonight, and hopefully finished after I get home from work tomorrow.

Plans for the arcade runs are still in place, probably after the bills are paid up for January and February respectively. @lastlevelfenton next month, and the big arcade run to Bad Axe, Bay City and Saginaw in February, weather permitting, of course. Fingers crossed.

[s38s73r]

Hints of pink, shopping in Brighton, Sussex

[jackbatchelor3]

All in the same 2p machine for £1.50.

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[terrarium-tonic]

This is what flexing feels like

This took hard work, dedication, and an underpaid worker dealing with a complaint

[olispleen]

My birthday gig at The Hope & Ruin this year. Come early as I’ll be opening the night with a few songs at half seven. Also featuring my band SPLEEN, Human Leather and Plague Arcade.

[biancadoes1]

That Dublin post made my heart melt! Luke telling fans he needed to check on Nic! I mean I already ADORED that stop on the World Tour but that really cemented it! Side note something I always noticed that even when I first heard it felt VERY boyfriend coded. When Luke is talking about how the Dublin premier was Nic’s favorites of Luke’s outfits on tour so far and is so giddy about it. It was so adorable and lovely I think it though overshadowed something VERY interesting he said in that same interview. He mentioned that for the Ireland leg of the trip he wanted to wear as many Irish designers as possible and asked his styling team for that because “it just felt right”. Now that’s lovely but VERY interesting that he only made that a priority for the country of which his co star/bestie *cough*love of his life*cough* was born and raised. Like he wanted to represent and show love to the Irish people by using only Irish designers and I just think that’s interesting he felt so passionate about that for your costars home country. Sounds like significant other stuff to me where you want to honor your partners heritage and culture. I’m just saying lol. I was thinking about it the other day and was like wait he never mentions wanting to make sure to wear Australian/Brazilian/Italian/Canadian/New York designers for those legs but “felt right” in her home country. Also in Dublin on that radio interview I’ll never forget when the interviewer asked Luke what he would show Nicola if he took her to Brighton and he said a walk along the beach and then take her to the amusement park because she LOVES rides even though he doesn’t enjoy them but he’d HOLD HER BAG and then they could do the arcade. Like what in the romantic date is that?!? So cute. Dublin was so so special!

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[nic-coughlan]

interviewer to luke: but if you were to take nicola to shoreham-by-sea, what would you be doing for an hour or two?

luke: just like a walk along the beach is really beautiful

nicola: yeah, love it

luke: i'd probably venture closer to brighton and do the pier and the arcades, i dont love rides but i know that you do, so i'd be like there you go, off you go, i'll hold your bag

[yodaprod]

Brighton arcades & seaside (1971)

[lafiametta]

Hello! I loved your (and your anons’) perspectives on Igor and Anora as a film. I watched it last night and everytime I think about it, it has my heart crumbling. I felt so many emotions watching it and I l have to say it’s one of the best films of this year for me.

Just wanted to share my love towards the movie. I hope you have a wonderful new year!

Aw, thanks! (And thanks to my other Anons as well, for giving me the opportunity to share my many, many thoughts on this particular film…😁)

I think what makes Anora so interesting — and so fun to watch, honestly — is that it’s like three different movies that are put together so well as to make it feel seamless. You’ve got the fairytale romance first act (which should have had us on our guard, but damn, it was so fun to see Ani’s eyes widen bit by bit as she starts to believe she’s going to become a modern-day princess), then the dark comedy of the henchmen coming to break it all up (including the late-night search for Ivan through seemingly every restaurant, club, arcade, and billiard hall in Brighton Beach), and finally the third dramatic act that lands Ani back in the world of reality as she has to face the fact that her Cinderella dream was nothing more than a fantasy. Each part of the movie is so good in its own right, but they build on each other, often with little callbacks, to end up creating something even better. (Consider the two shots of Ani standing alone in front of the huge glass windows in the mansion, the first to showcase her introduction to this life of wealth and privilege, the second to acknowledge how her dream of that life has been wrenched away.) Also, I’m just in love with all the laugh-out-loud comedic bits like Ani kicking Garnik into the glass coffee table or Toros breaking his car free from the tow truck only to crash into a garbage can.

The structure is also aided by some truly astonishing performances. If Mikey Madison doesn’t get an Oscar nod for this, I’d be shocked. She brings this character completely to life, making brash, opportunistic, foul-mouthed Ani into someone we are rooting for the entire time. And it’s not just the brashness — we can see hints of the vulnerable and scared girl under all that attitude (and countless expletives), never more so than in the heartbreaking final scene when she finally breaks down from the weight of carrying it all. Yura Borisov is also fantastic as the taciturn Russian henchman Igor, who gets introduced to us very slowly and deliberately through the second and third acts, until we finally realize that he’s a much more important part of this story than we originally thought. Despite being muscle-for-hire (his skills displayed very convincingly via an aluminum baseball bat), he becomes the moral center of the film, seeing the situation for what it truly is — a bunch of rich assholes doing what they want and having others clean up their messes — and offering support, subtle as it may be, to the person who he thinks has been most wronged by it all. Igor is the only one who really looks at Ani and tries to understand her, those quiet observational glances speaking more than any lines of dialogue could. (Also, can I just say how much I enjoyed Vache Tovmasyan as sad-sack Garnik with his dumpling ice pack, constant nasal whining, broken-nose undereye bruise, and prodigious vomiting?)

Underneath all that, the movie skillfully weaves together some pretty weighty themes: the promise (and illusion) of the American dream, the ways in which wealth allows for the dehumanization of others, the personas we create as we attempt to define ourselves, and the desperate search for human connection.

Anyway, I want everyone to go see Anora and I hope it wins every single motherfucking award. Touché.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

why can't i get you out of my head ?

this is part 2 !! read part 1 here

original request by @heiijoy

warnings: cute fluff, slight panic ig???

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2 weeks later

If you have told 17 year old me that Ranboo and I were dating, I would have probably passed out. I've had a crush on him since we first met on the Dream SMP, and the fact that we're actually dating blows my mind.

I was chilling at Ran's house on his bed, scrolling through my phone as Ran worked on some writing for his horror series, Generation Loss on his desk. I peaked up from the edge of the bed and saw his back of his head and a slight few of his fingers typing on a Word document.

"You know, you better add me in the "Thank you" in the credits. We can tease the viewers and make them wonder who the hell I am! They're gonna go crazy when we tell them." I joked, putting my phone away in my pocket.

Ran turned his gaming chair around to face me and fixed his hair. I could see his chest moving up and down slowly from his breathing. "Speaking of telling." he paused. "I want to tell our friends about us. We're going to meet them later today, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I don't want to have to hold your hand under the table or wait until we're in private to kiss you. If you don't want to just yet, that's totally fine. We can take it in small steps, whatever you wan-"

I cut off his words. "Darling, I would love that!" I said, getting up to hug him. He sighed in relief and hugged me back, squeezing me tighter. "I do have an idea how we can tell them." I said, smiling, sitting on the floor next to him.

Ran perked his head up. "What if we don't tell them anything directly, but rather show it using actions? We try to make it obvious at the same time as well."

"Oh! Like we could hold hands in front of everyone very clearly and just wait for someone to react!" Ran smiled.

I smiled back at them. "That actually could be perfect."

4 hours later

Ranboo and I walked to the Brighton pier sign, and saw no one was there. We decided to take a quick photo to post on our socials to provide some "clout" for us. Ran grabbed his mask out of his pocket and put it on, and posed for the picture. As I was editing, we saw Tommy, Jack, and Niki start walking over to us.

I looked over to Ran and mouthed, "You ready?". He nodded and smiled at me.

We both walked over to them, not holding hands just yet. I ran over to Niki and gave her a hug. We all greeted everyone and I went over to Ran and grabbed his shoulder. Before we started dating, Ran would have been an absolute stuttering and blushing mess. Now, he's 100% more calm since we're together.

I looked over to take a quick peek at Jack's and Niki's face, and they both shared looks with each other. Tommy didn't even notice from his amount of energy. I giggled quietly into Ran's shoulder.

We were walking towards the arcade and I stopped to look up and Ran. I winked and said, "Love, can I have my wallet please?" I smiled at him.

Ran nodded and grabbed my wallet out of his pocket and gave it to me, smirking as he could see Jack and Niki shocked, even Tommy just standing there awkwardly.

Jack leaned over to Niki and spoke quietly to her, even though we could still hear them talking. "What the fuck?" he laughed.

We walked around the pier some more, and then went to the sea side to hang out for a bit. We walked down to the rocky area, and placed down our things on the log before sitting down. Ran was about to sit down on the log. This was the final step of our "plan" we had created earlier that day.

I pulled out my wallet and phone from my front pocket. "I'm going to buy water for myself, does anyone else want anything?" Jack, Tommy and Niki all shook their heads no.

Ran spoke up. "Can I have a water bottle as well?"

I nodded and went over to him and kissed him quickly on the lips.

I quickly saw Tommy and Jack stop in their tracks and stare at us.

Jack sputtered. "W-wha-what?"

Tommy yelled. "Why didn't you tell us, you bitch?!"

Niki just smiled.

Ran and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"Oops! Guess it's out now!" I said, sarcastically.

Gosh, I loved this man.

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this is really short but its so cute 😭❤️

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[the-toxinz-arcade]

welcome...!

[ hoarding blog -> @the-toxinz-hoard ]

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" notice how zis mouth never moves. almost. " ⠀⠀⠀i make things. (maybe.)

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⭒ names.

i like, felix, rust, and equinox. i also use bruise and grime, though i have a massive list of names that i like/hoard.

⭒ pronouns.

my mains are ze/zim, it/its, ze/zir, vwoop/vwoopself, and ran/boo/ranbooself. i'm also happy to use blood/bloodself, lust/lustself, xy/xyr, and i/me/my. i prefer masculine and dehumanizing terms. middling on neutral ones. hate feminine terms and anything that implies i'm "human". (gross, no offence)

⭒ other misc stuff.

i have a habit of colouring the words purple. i don't do it in id packs and coining posts but i will do so otherwise. adhd-i ( diagnosed ), some anxiety disorder, rsd ( self dx ). otherkin — demonkin, endermankin, other stuff hidden for personal reasons. fictkin various ranboos. questioning vtuberkin & maybe androidkin? minor. nz + scottish. plane lover. chronic xeno/name/prn/title hoarder. i swear a lot (refraining in this post) and occasionally use the f slur; i will censor it on here unless it is in a coining post. my personality over text switches rapidly; do not be alarmed.

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⭒ what is this?

mogai/qai coining blog!!! i love mogai stuff and i'm super fond of coining, although i'm not very good it's incredibly fun and i find a lot of joy/comfort in it!! so this is for archiving all that!!

⭒ are you actually gonna do anything here?

i dunno, let the adhd decide.

⭒ ermememem ranbboo live xnenogenders !?!! whagt the sigma

i coin and hoard xenogenders because my gender identity is a complex enigma of endless infinity, rapidly fluctuating and slowly shifting at the same time, a terrifying and incomprehensible mess that has taken a liking to me. ranboolive is my current hyperfixation; my gender is very connected to my interests & hyperfixations, not to mention the c!ranboo fictionkin thing. none of my ranboo genders are directly related to him as a person -- i do not wish to make them uncomfortable in any way. i am basically just trying to throw things on the problem and hope it gets solved.

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tagging system!!! ࿔ #felix yaps - general posts/not coins ࿔ #felix coins - coining posts ࿔ #felix is otherkin - stuff coined for my own otherkin purposes ࿔ #felix is xenogender - xenogender coinings ࿔ #felix has adhd - stuff related to hyperfixations (so, ranboo), or something related to adhd itself ࿔ #felix tried zis best - requests if i ever open them lol

⠀⠀⠀dni . ࿔ basic criteria ࿔ discourse ࿔ anti otherkin, therian, furry, etc ࿔ against mogai, xenogenders, microlabels, etc. which, if you are, impressive that you ended up here. ࿔ participate in cringe culture ࿔ dsmp stans but specifically the odd ones who support dream and the brighton biter and stuff. if you also just enjoy c!ranboo as a concept that's fine!!!

[confessionsofanarcadeaddict]

And here we are on a busy December night at the Arcade! Things are jumping right now, but we still have space for you! $20 gets you in, and we have over 150 machines for you to scratch that Arcade gaming itch!

Well, I turned 56 on Thursday. Aside from the aches and pains, I honestly don't feel it most of the time. Sometimes though, I feel like I can call Yoda a whipper snapper. Thankfully those times are rare.

I'm slowly coming out of this mental fog I have been in, so I'm going to try and record Episode 79 this week. Also, I had to push back the time for my visit to @lastlevelfenton to Sunday the 21st. I was not expecting to have to work two Sundays this month at the main gig, but two people quit last month, and so everyone has to deal with it. Oh well.

I am making tentative plans in January to go up to Bad Axe to an arcade there, and maybe cut across the thumb and finally go see the new location of @crazyquartersarcade, and wrap up at @1up in Saginaw before calling it a day and going home. It's been a minute since I've gone on a legitimate arcade run and finances permitting, that's the plan. After that, it's take my son to a basketball game.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

oubhg,,, platonic wilbur first,, it’s so difficult to find platonic fics for him and some of that in ur writing would be awesome !!!

if you want to be added to a taglist i’m starting, message me or comment down below! i’ll make one for a general one and then a wilbur one! :) thank you!

i hope you enjoy this! thanks to my bestie @teethkidd for helping with the title! <3 you :)

Arcade Sillies

you and your best friend, wilbur soot, decided to get off your asses and go do something fun in brighton. you were contemplating doing a water park, arcade, trampoline park, or a museum. the arcade won.

on the way there, wilbur decided to have you listen to his new band’s music they were recording and asking for your opinion on the songs.

“they sound really good, will! you should release it, you’ll have tons of fans already because of your streaming! everyone will love it!” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“thanks, y/n! that really means a lot to me!” wilbur said, smiling.

you guys pulled into the arcade and got out of the car, grinning like idiots. “WILBUR! I HAVE TO GET A FISH! I’VE WANTED ONE SINCE I WAS ABOUT KNEE HIGH!”

He burst out laughing and looked at me weirdly. “um… sure? i guess? it’s just a fish that’ll die the next day?”

you look at him with a pout on your face. “nohuh! i will be the best fish parent for my baby, yes i will!”

he shook his head and smiled. “alright, let’s go get you your fish.”

we went up towards the booth and paid the dude for rings to put along the bowls. it took us 20 times to get a fish, but we got one! you paid extra for fish food and a tank as well, and grinned at wilbur.

“we did it!” you said, chuckling.

“yes, yes, we did!” he said, giving you a smile.

we high-fived and got into the car.

“so, y/n, what are you naming the fish?” wilbur questioned.

you pretended to think. “wilbur!”

he shook his head laughing. “seriously?!?”

you giggled and nodded. “you know, i could always name it sally, you know.”

he gave me a murderous glare. “oh shut up!”

you stuck your tongue out at him. “nope!”

the end!

[evesaintyves]

for @remadoramicrofics October 4th prompt, "don't look now." 608 words. Read it below or on AO3 🎡

Seven years on, it hasn't gotten easier not to follow Nymphadora when Andromeda sees her in her little red mac, being led off by the hand with strangers, but she has gotten better at it. It's happened at Sainsbury's, and in the evening crush of the tube, and today it happens in the itchy drizzle on the Brighton pier with Teddy. He's tugging her toward the arcade, she's trying to steer him clear of the candyfloss stand lest he get it in his head to match the colour with his hair, and there she is. She comes into view for a moment, like always, and then slots back into the crowd. The hood of the raincoat covers her head—that was what it was for, as much as to keep her dry: she couldn't be trusted not to change herself in front of a throng of muggles; loved to do it, actually—and she is five, maybe six, skipping in her scuffed-up mary janes.

The last time Andromeda saw her she was in a floppy white t-shirt and jogging bottoms, trainers crammed on her feet with the heels smashed down, holding out the baby, unintelligible through tears. Her wet hair had soaked dark patches down her shoulders and back. She was screaming, Teddy was screaming, a car alarm was wailing outside. It was one in the morning. Andromeda was half-awake, still in one sleeve of her dressing gown. They'll be needing every wand—I can't just sit here, her Nymphadora was saying. She was so hysterical that Andromeda reached for the baby on the instinct that she might drop him, and as soon as Teddy was in her arms there was a smacking pop and Nymphadora was gone.

But just as Ted only comes to her dreams twenty years younger and in his full head of hair, broadshouldered, seizing her about the waist the way he used to do, the Nymphadora in the crowd is still always five. If she turned around, she'd be worming her tongue into the space where her front baby tooth used to be. But she never turns around.

"Nan," says Teddy, pulling on her sleeve. "Did you bring coins?"

She pries her change purse open with fingers that are starting to look like they belong to someone else: knobby at the joints, brown spots and squiggling veins. Time is spoiling her just as as it's spoiled almost everything else. Teddy bounces off to the game that has him stomp the floor tiles as they light up in blue and pink. His mother would have loved it. It's still a plummetingly wrong feeling to watch the kaleidoscope-haired child play, to open the door on him in Nymphadora's old bedroom, and to have him turn to look at her with the long solemn face of the man who led her into the trajectory of a killing curse.

Chin up, 'Dromeda, her Ted has said in dreams. In dreams, they are together at school behind the greenhouses, where it is overgrown with angel's trumpets which whisper and give off their funeral cologne in the breeze. It's all temporary, even this.

It's not as reassuring as he seems to think.

Outside the arcade, which is humid with popcorn-breath and ringing with tinny music and bells, the rain has started coming down in sheets. A young couple stop to share a kiss in it, gripping each other with all the never-enough desperation of new love, before they run for the shelter of the photobooth.

Stay where you are, Nymphadora, Andromeda thinks. It's bucketing down. You'll catch a chill.

But still she looks out into the rain until it's time to go.

image from the Criterion cover for Don't Look Now (1973), dir. Nicolas Roeg, from which i've shamelessly lifted a few elements of this fic.

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Tarry with Me Pray

Here's part two!!! Srry I keep not posting these parts, I keep getting sad and unable to do anything. But that's not what this is about. This is about that mountain dew babiesssss. Lemme know what y'all think I mean if you want and I hope ppl like/are liking this and I'll try not to wait so long posting the next one :)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: tbh I don't remember anything that happens in this. But casual drinking probably and swearing and definitely dirty shit. Sexxxxy timezz 18+++ def. No one under that age I mean it. Maybe a bit of emotional manipulation,??? extended family moments.

The next morning you were far away, preoccupied with something during the full-English. That’s what it looked like to your family. And it was true, though not with anything bad, but definitely with something intense. You couldn’t stop thinking about your night with Brian. You wondered if it was going to be a one time thing, if you’d ever see him again, but mostly just how incredible it was. You reflected on all of your moments together, how something so fleeting could have met into a fire like that. You’d seen him on the beach. You’d seen him in the shop, in the foyer, arcade, at the bar, and then in his room. All of it was so quick, interrupted, and under some sort of haze or magic and you wished to see him level headed. But that might be a pipe dream more than anything. 

Your family finished up breakfast and then took a walk around the markets on Kensington Garden. You could tell your aunt and uncle found it a bit overwhelming, and Julie was very in to the fact it was so “young and hip.” You liked them too, though preoccupied, you liked the handmade feel of everything. You all split up at some point, Julie dipping into some record shop, your aunt and uncle staying outside to comfort the baby, and you poking in thrift shops here and there. And then you saw him again.

He smiled the most damned beautiful smile there probably ever was, his teeth poking out a bit, and quickly made his way towards you and grabbed your wrist. You had smiled uncontrollably when you saw him again too, but you snapped to your senses a bit once he grabbed you. You quickly looked around. 

“Family?” he asked of your worry, to which you nodded. He nodded as well and gave a more reassuring smile and looked over his shoulder. “C’mere,” he said softly, taking your hand and leading you into one of the shops nearby. It was covered floor to ceiling in T. Rex posters, and you figured it’d be a music shop, but inside was more like a treasure trove full of clothes, trinkets, and anything from old ages. The interior was winding, several floors with ladders and spiral staircases to lead you up, and tchotchkes were piled high with no rhyme or reason. Brian took you to the middle of the shop where you both were hidden just amongst yourselves. You smiled once more. You couldn’t help it.

“Better?” he asked. You smiled and nodded.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“Coincidence,” he said. You raised your brow skeptically, not believing a word of it. “I’m serious,” he reiterated. You still didn’t believe him, but he moved on. “I’m glad to see you again,”

“Me too,” you admitted.

“It was good. Very good. For me at least.” “For me too.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before.”

“It’s ok,” you said.

“Well, uhm—“ he paused. “I wish I could spend more time with you. More than a few minutes at a time. Just something proper,” he said, his eyes darkening at this admittance, or maybe at the thought of what he could do with more time.

“Oh, give yourself some credit, that was at least five minutes,” you joked. He snickered out of politeness, but was more concerned with your answer. You sighed. “It’s difficult. If they knew… I’d never hear the end of it. And I’d probably be ostracized out of the family,” you said, trying to joke about the situation but only knowing it was all too true. Brian nodded and started to slowly walk around the store. You followed him. 

“Where are they now?” he asked. 

“Around here, just in different shops,” you finished. Brian paused to thumb at a little silver statue sitting on a shelf and nodded, picking it up and fiddling with it, not able to make eye contact.

“I wish there was something we could do,” he whispered. The confident, domineering guy you’d been talking to the past few days was seemingly melting into nervousness before your eyes. It off set you a bit. Was he just nervous, or maybe he was a bit… strange after all and it’d be best to call it quits before he got too attached to something that wasn’t there? You looked away and felt the velvet texture of a silly vintage top hat hanging on a rack near you. 

“I don’t know,” you said, not just to what he said but to everything you felt about the situation. You weren’t sure of anything when it came to Brian. The silence was thick and tense, neither of you knowing what to say before you picked up the hat and nearly placed it on yourself, before smiling to yourself at the thought of what it’d look like atop Brian’s mane of hair. You found yourself placing it atop his head before you could stop yourself. Brian froze for a moment, and you did too, taking a look at him, the hat seemingly floating on top of his head because of his hair. You couldn’t stand it a moment longer, and broke out laughing. This eased the tension, broke whatever momentary hardship the two of you were having. Brian started cracking up with you, and both of you liked how your laughter sounded together. Brian removed the hat and placed it down, his small statue as well.

“Sorry, I— I couldn’t resist,” you said through laughter, trying to catch your breath. Brian wiped his eyes from the tears the laughter had sprung. 

“Shall it be my new look, then?” he said.

“Definitely,” you smiled, laughter dying down. Brian smiled back, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have the loveliest laugh,” he said softly, and your breath hitched for a moment. Ah yes, you reminded yourself, why you couldn’t help but be attracted to Brian. That’s why. “Come with me,” Brian said softly. 

“Hm?” 

“It’ll only be a moment,” Brian pleaded.

“I can’t, I—“

“—I know, your family. But we won’t be long, I promise. Please,” he said. Was he really propositioning your for sex in the middle of the day? Were you going to leave in the middle of your family outing for this? Brian took your hand tentatively and you didn’t pull away as he pulled you out of the shop, down the street, but not far like you expected. Instead, he took you into a cupcake shop a few stores down. You scanned the room to make sure it was all clear, and when it was, Brian was already asking what your favorite was.

“Chocolate,” you found yourself saying in shock without really realizing what was happening. And Brian bought you a cupcake and sat you down in the corner booth. The shop was adorable and quaint, plants everywhere and cozy. 

“Why’d you buy me a cupcake?” you asked, trying to process what was happening. 

“Why not?” he said, unwrapping it a bit and taking a small piece for himself with his fingers before handing you a bite. You took it. You didn’t understand how this was happening, why it was all so nice and why Brian was being so wonderful to you.

“Seriously. Why are you doing all of this? Why not… I don’t know, fuck me and be done?” You asked.

“Who says I’m not doing all of this just to get you to fuck me again?” He countered. You shrugged.

“Seems like most guys stop short of a cupcake.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky, then. But I don’t want to fuck again. Or rather, just fuck again necessarily.”

“What do you want then?”

“Like I said before. Just a bit more time I suppose. I don’t know if I could name it,” he said, furrowing his brows and looking at you. His eyes were gorgeous. You nodded and had more of your cupcake. “Does it have to have a name, whatever I want with this? Does it have to be in the box of one night stand, courting for marriage, or holiday fling? Does it have to be just one?” he continued.

“No, I guess not,” you said. It was all a bit philosophical, but you found yourself agreeing. “It doesn’t have to be something solid in particular, because at the end of the day we’re both going home soon anyways.” Brian nodded, a bit upset at the notion. Both of you seemed to agree now. You could be whatever you meant to each other during this time, and then it’d end soon anyways.

“Yeah. Well,” he said, handing you the last part of the cupcake. “I do want to see you again. To… do it again, if you’d like to,” Brian whispered. 

“And I do appreciate the cupcake,” you said, wiping your mouth. “And I want to do it again too,” you admitted. You met his eyes and they were lustful again. You stood up, as you really should step away before any suspicion arose. Brian stood up too. “Same time same place?” you smirked a bit teasingly. Brian chuckled for a moment. 

“I wish, darling. No— I can’t tonight, I…” Brian trailed off, looking away. “I’ll sort it. I’ll let you know,” Brian whispered. He grabbed your hand firmly and quickly kissed your knuckled. You were a bit confused at Brian’s response, but let it slide. You didn’t know what else he had going on and it was none of your business.

“Well then I’ll see you when I see you I suppose,” you said. Brian looked you up and down.

“It won’t be long.”

“Good,” you said, pulling away and leaving quickly, not looking back. You didn’t want him to think you were too easy, even though you already admitted you wanted him again and the cupcake move may have worked. You quickly walked down the street to find your family with the baby and moved on with them, telling them about the shop but not Brian. The rest of the walk you were thinking, going over what all was said. It had calmed you, actually, now your brain chalking everything up to a flirty little holiday, and you’d leave it at that. And you were even more certain that you liked him in general and wanted him again, and seemed like you’d get what you wanted. Or would you?

It took you until dinner to realize you had no idea when you were going to see him again now. Maybe he’d just forget about you and you’d always look back on this day with a sour taste in your mouth, or maybe he’d wait too long and you’d come to your senses. It kind of bugged you, though, to always be thinking about him, to be wondering when he’d “let you know.” But then you realized, maybe that was his move. You were frustrated as you went to bed. 

The next morning you still hadn’t heard from Brian, and as your family was changing to head to the beach after brunch the phone rang. You were in the bathroom changing, and Julie picked it up.

“Y/N?” she yelled. Your bikini wasn’t tied yet, so you held it up to your chest as you opened the door.

“What?” you said a bit irritably.

“Don’t lose your shit. It’s the front desk, something about cleaning service?”

“What? And don’t say shit.”

“You say it!” “Not the point!” “Well, take it! I can’t understand what they’re saying!” Julie said, thrusting the phone towards you. You huffed and rolled your eyes and gave Julie a death stare as she used this opportunity to take over the bathroom while you were in the middle of getting ready. 

“Yes?” you said a bit sharp into the phone.

“Is this Miss Y/L/N speaking?” said a man. 

“Yes, this is her, is there something wrong?”

“One moment please miss, we’re connecting your call.”

“What?” you said high pitched as the line changed before you got any explanation. 

“Y/N? Are you there?” It was Brian. You were more confused now but couldn’t react too loudly to have Julie hear you.

“Yes,” you replied softer.

“Good. If you can make it, come at two this afternoon. Room 310,” Brian said quietly. You were obscenely confused still even more so, but couldn’t make a big deal about it with Julie in earshot.

“Fine,” you said. “Is that all? I really have to go,” you said, trying to convey that you weren’t trying to be short with Brian but had to maintain the farce of speaking to the hotel service. 

“Go,” Brian said with a chuckle. “And I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he said, and you hung up the phone. You sat in a bit of shock and confusion for a moment as you tried to process what had just happened, before realizing you bikini was still untied and turned to the mirror on top of the wardrobe to quickly tie it behind your head. You sat down on your bed, hands to your sides, clutching the edge. How had Brian found where to call you? And did he use the hotel to do it? And then he assumed you’d just go off with him in the middle of the day for sex? Again? You were really beginning to like Brian, but this whole situation was extremely strange. And why had Brian given you a different room number than before?

You would go see him, but only for answers, you decided, you weren’t going to sleep with him after pulling something like that. It didn’t match up, Brian seemingly a wild card, one moment suave, next nervous, and the next popping up out of nowhere and calling your room. With Julie answering! Did he have no respect for your predicament at all? Julie left the bathroom and you all headed down to the beach. You’d have to think of an excuse to get away. You thought of one as you lay in the sun. And then, just before two, you thought of something.

“Ow!” you exclaimed. Your family turned towards you. You looked at them sheepishly. “I think I’m beginning to burn. I left my suncream in the room. I should run back and get some if I want to keep laying out here,” you explained. It was a gamble, but the best you could think of under stress, and you hoped you were a good enough liar for it to fly. Your aunt looked at you, lowering her sunglasses. 

“You look alright to me, love,” she said sympathetically. 

“No no, my skin feels burnt, it’s stinging a bit,” you said, trying to drive it home. 

“Not to worry, I’ve got some with me,” said your uncle, pulling out the spray can of baby sunscreen. You looked at it worryingly and bared your teeth and furrowed your brows. 

“I’d need more SPF, I think,” you said, noticing the low concentration. They looked unconvinced. “Really, it’s alright. I just really don’t want to get burned. I’ll be back quick,” you said, standing up and dusting off, leaving your towel on the rocks to emphasize. 

“Well hurry back, love,” your aunt smiled. 

“I will.” They took the bait. It took all you had in you not to sprint back to the inn, but you made your way in time. Without even thinking to change, you showed up to Brian’s apparent room right on time in just your bikini. Brian opened the door and looked you up and down hungrily and you marched inside. 

“Wow, Y/N, already half way there for me?” he smirked. You didn’t realize what he meant until you followed his eyes, noticing your bikini, then rolled your own eyes and put your arms around your chest. It was only then he looked up at your face and saw your less-than-impressed look. His face fell and he turned towards you. “What’s the matter?”

“The matter? How about how you keep finding out of nowhere and calling my room when I haven’t told you which one it is? Or the fact you assume I can drop everything for a dick appointment in the middle of the day? Or the fact you don’t seem to care that my family can’t know about this? Or that you tell me to come to a completely different room than before, how can you explain that one?” you said, hands on your hips. 

“Y/N,” Brian said, moving towards you and reaching towards you. 

“No!” you said, stepping back. Brian stopped and sat down on the edge of the bed, and you moved further away from him back towards the door. 

“I can explain, I promise if you’ll let me,” he said calmly with pleading honey eyes. You shook your head, implying you were waiting. Brian sighed. “Right. Well I’m sorry first of all if I’ve upset you or made you feel uncomfortable or… unsafe in any way. It’s never my intention. And I wish I didn’t have to call you away in the middle of the afternoon, but it’s the only time I have available right now. And I do want to see you,” Brian explained. You were still unimpressed as he continued. “As for running into you, the first several times were coincidences, I swear on my life. And then at the markets I’ll admit I did follow you there, but only because I didn’t know how else to see you. And I called your room because I asked for your name at the front desk and had them connect us,” Brian said, looking for your reaction. 

“Following me to the market’s still creepy, Brian,” you countered. 

“I’m so sorry. But I didn’t know how else to see you again for certain.”

“You could’ve…” you trailed off, not knowing either how he would have necessarily found you again. “Well, since there seems to be so many coincidences you probably would have run into me again. Couldn’t you have waited there, or in the foyer where you knew I’d be walking through at one point?”

“But I didn’t know for certain if I’d see you again, and I really needed to talk to you. And how would waiting for you all day in the foyer be any less creepy than following you to the market?” he countered. 

“They’re both creepy!” you said, throwing your hands up. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you just call that time if you needed to talk to me so bad?”

“I hadn’t thought of it yet. Really,” Brian said. You rolled your eyes. 

“And what makes you so busy you can only meet in the middle of the day? Got business on your holiday alone, then?” 

“I am busy. With lots of things, with business, and other things. And I’m sorry but I really still want to see you.” You paused. You weren’t happy with Brian’s answers, but you did believe him. And you did believe he was sorry. “And I do care, if you do so much, about not airing this out in front of your family, but they are an obstacle if you want them in the dark and close encounters might just be part of the problem. I’d never do anything to… expose whatever this is on purpose. It benefits me to keep it quiet too.”

“Why? Don’t want anyone to know how you’re fucking a younger woman on your holiday? Thought men gave out prizes for things like that.”

“Like I said. I’m not only here for pleasure.”

“Whatever that means.”

“It means, that, I think it’s best if we keep this and everything we do henceforth secret.”

“Bold of you to say now, and also to assume I’m seeing you after this.”

“Y/N, I don’t want it to be like this. What about yesterday? Everything I said was all true— is true.” You rubbed your arms as you thought. Brian was so genuine with you in the market, and made you feel so good, and you meant everything you said yesterday too. And also, you remembered, you weren’t in a relationship with Brian. In a few days, you were going home and never seeing each other again. Who cared if he wasn’t being super emotionally intelligent? The two of you could just fuck and go with it, have some fun in the last couple of days. Feelings and anything beyond basic respect didn’t need to be dragged in. You sighed and met his eyes, walking over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he sat. Brian seemed surprised at the turn of events, thinking you’d still be pissed at him. He grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes, showing his apologies and pleading for you to forgive him. 

“You still have something unanswered,” you said lowly, running your fingers through his curls. He looked at you expectantly. “Why’d you change rooms?”

“Promotion at the hotel. I booked late and couldn’t get a single room consecutively,” he whispered, falling under your spell, entranced by your fingers in his hair, your sense, the way your skin felt so smooth, the way you looked. You nodded. “You aren’t mad?” he said, confused. He didn’t want to bring it up again, but found your sudden affection strange. You shook your head.

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend, Brian,” you said. Brian looked down at your waist, which was at his eye level, and moved his hands up your body.  A bit of a sad thought, really, but he could barely remember anything at this point and nodded, pushing down on your mid-back to get you to lean over to kiss him. Your lips met, and you melted into each other. You quickly climbed into Brian’s lap and worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off. You pushed your hips into each others, gasping into each other’s mouths at the pressure and moved together, still kissing. Something seemed to switch within Brian soon after, and he flipped you over suddenly, removing his pants then climbing over you. He looked down, admiring your body, before pulling the string tied behind your neck of your bikini, before grabbing the middle and pulling it off, exposing yourself to him. Brian groaned and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hips slotted against each other and you whined into his mouth as he pressed down hard into you, him growling in response before quickly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, making you out of breath with his lips and tongue. He continued to pin you down with one hand and reached down with the other to feel you through your swim bottoms, pressing hard making you whine even more into his mouth. He quickly snaked his hand underneath the hem and rubbed at you shortly before growing impatient and pushing two fingers into you, you exclaiming a bit at the sudden stretch but accommodating him no problem. You moaned and bucked into his touch as he nipped at your neck before he again couldn’t take it any longer, pulled out of you and flipped you over, removed both of your remaining clothing, and held your chin up and forced his fingers into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he muttered as you sucked them clean. It wasn’t long before Brian pushed into you, both of you sighing before he took you hard but so well. He grabbed your hips as he used his force to take you, and this time you couldn’t help but be a bit loud, not quiet like last time. Brian seemed to be unable to contain his noises as well, him humming through closed lips before his mouth fell open in a louder groan before he tried to quiet himself again. To deal with your noise, he took a hold of your hair and pushed you down a bit into the mattress, which did a bit to muffle the sounds. Brian felt so good, so perfect for you and he soon picked your hips up and started rubbing at you quickly again. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he strained, but it was no worry as you soon clenched down and finished upon him. Brian sucked in air through his teeth before letting go with a loud groan through his exhale and finishing, essentially collapsing on top of you. After a minute of panting in your ear, which sent shivers down you, he lifted off and cleaned you up quickly and weakly before he grabbed you firmly again and pulled you on top of him into his chest. You huffed at the movement but quickly nuzzled into him taking in his addicting scent as you tried to calm down. He pet your hair slowly and you clutched onto his shoulders tight. Eventually after taking a while to still calm down, you looked up to him, his eyes closed but still awake. You nudged your nose to him and he kissed you, met you back with a soft passion, gentle compared to before. The two of you hummed happily into each others mouths as you calmed yourselves with soft kisses for a bit before caressing his face, both of you opening your eyes. 

“I really didn’t mean to upset you. Ever,” he said softly. You nodded and kissed him again.

“It’s just for the holiday, isn’t it?” you said, kissing him again. Brian didn’t nod really, but looked at you and didn’t disagree and kissed you again. “It’s alright,” you said.

“I do want to see you again,” he said like he was letting you know but telling it to himself at the same time. You nodded. Brian rubbed over your back comfortingly in large strokes and you softly curled his hair around your fingers. “Fuck,” he whispered, not knowing when he could or how he’d contact you again. At this point, you would have given him your number, but there was no guarantee Julie wouldn’t answer. There wasn’t a clear solution. “The beach? Tomorrow? We’d have to go really early in the morning, I’m sorry, but we could at least see each other. And then maybe later again in the night if I can get away,” Brian proposed. You thought for a second, tilting your head down and looking away. You could say you were going for a morning run, maybe go before Julie even woke up and rejoin for breakfast. 

“Yes, tomorrow,” you decided, kissing Brian again. He kissed you back more thoroughly now, and the two of you stayed this way, close and gentle for a bit longer, before he pulled away. You braced yourself but were still sad for what you knew you both knew would have to happen now. 

“Can’t stay long,” Brian whispered.

“Me either.” Brian paused, looking deep into your eyes and brushed some hair behind your ear. “I wish I could stay,” you admitted.

“Me too,” Brian said. Both of you kept trying to break away but couldn’t, as if you were glued together. The two of you slowly dressed, touching still in some way throughout the process, before you both stood by the door, looking at each other. “Tomorrow. It won’t be long,” Brian said sorrowfully as you nodded, and you opened the door and left, not able to look back. You paused for a moment, sighed, and quickly made your way to your room to dress a bit more. But Julie was there.

[zekes-original-character-rambles]

Sup I’m Zeke this is the blog to talk about my ocs and keep it organized lol.

main is @monstrousmaws

I hope you enjoy nonsensical rambles about my little guys cause oh boy are you gonna get them

you can find all posts about a specific OC by going to their tag which is their full name

e.g “Abigail “Arachne” Spinner” or “Leon” or “Melanie Brooks”

alphabetical list of all my ocs below the cut

Abigail “Arachne” Spinner

Ace

Adam

Alex

Amelia Brown

Amethyst

Amnesia Torres

Anatomy “Ana”

Anglerfish “Angie”

Aster Hart

Arcadia “Arcade” Star

Avery Fitzgerald 

Bambi

Bianca

Black Brew

Bones Dumont

Briar

Bubbles Pierrot

Bunny O’Riley

Butterfly

Cade King

Candle Shine

Carnival “Val”

Cecil

Chance Angel

Charlie Lantern

Christopher “Chris” Otho

Chrysalis The Fae King

Clyde

Comet

Crow Dunn

Cryptid

Cyan Jones

Damien Hart

Dash Bloodwing

Echo

Edie Von Zarovich

Eio Carla Shara

Emily Brooks

Emmet Ward

Ethel

Evelyn Ward

Everything “Eve”

Featharchism “Feathery” 

Fern

Frigid

Galadriel

Ghost Edwards

Ginger “Gingi” Kindheart 

Green Hart

Hayley Gray

Hex

Hexadecimal 

Honey Vespidae

Izzy

Jane Doe

Jaqueline “Jack/Jackie” Lantern

Kane

Kirigu

Kit Crimson

Laika Roberts

Leela

Leon

Leona Murray

Lizard “Lizzie”

Malevolent “Mal”

Mallory Hart

Marionette “Mari” Graves

Maroon

Mausoleum “Lee” Terminus

Maya

Melanie Brooks

Michael

Michael “Mikey” Hallow

Millipede “Millie” Danger

Mistophelees 

Mold Infested Automaton “M.I.A”

Monster

Mordred Banneret

Morgan Asphodel 

Nana Watcher

Natalie/Nathan Skye

Nicky

Niko Watcher

Onyx Smith

Persephone Smith

Poppy Jackson

Poseidon

Rags

Random

Reynard

Robo

Ruby

Sabrine

Salem Green

Saskia Blight

Saturn

Scout Brown

Shapeshifter

Snail Rose

Sugar Bailey

Swallowtail

Tempest

Theodosia “Thunder” MacNamara

Tox Matthews

Valentine Carmine

Viola Kelly

Violet

Wither

Zanthe Brighton Shara