#trying to get good enough to be able to make some kind of music video before i graduate highschool you seeeee

[shays-shack]

I once again forgot to use this account so here's a dump of the digital doodles and animations I've done lately

[erinwantstowrite]

if you're stuck on a chapter there are a few reasons:

-your set up to the scene you're writing is not working. go back and check it

-you are not in the right POV. think about who would be the most interesting or the most entertaining or the most informative in that scene, depending on what impact you want the scene to have

-you're at the beginning of the chapter and the words aren't coming to you even though you have it planned out already? the solution is simple: you don't like what you have planned out as much as you think you do. do not force it

-solution to a lot of problems comes from a single question I ask myself: Do I choose the kind option, or the mean option? (Your readers will eat up either one)

-You find the dialogue lacking? Act it out

-Your scene feels boring or something just "ain't right" but you can't tell what it is? Try making yourself feel the emotion you want your readers to feel. If you didn't cry while writing a scene meant to make your readers bawl their eyes out, then you might not have connected to your character as well as you wanted to. Put yourself in their shoes, pretend you ARE them.

(And afterwards, please practice putting yourself back in your own shoes and taking care of your mental health. Sometimes the fucked up stuff might get to you. Healthy minds create healthy lives, and in turn, you get to keep creating.)

-Your environment might be bothering you. Take a look around you and see what's nagging you. Is your workspace not clean? Are your notes out of order? A clean/orderly workspace can help you organize your thoughts or get you into a more productive mood. (Trust me, I get it, sometimes it's really hard to keep it tidy.)

-Try white/brown/pink noise. Try listening to music, or to videos that create background noise you feel most productive with.

-Jumping jacks. Squats. Stretches. Wiggle around your room. That one scene in High School Musical where Sharpay and Ryan are warming up. It sounds ridiculous, but this is good for you, your body, and your mind. Release pent up energy, get yourself awake and focused. If you aren't able to do this, try something silly to wake your brain up. Do some puzzles, sing some songs, etc.

-Most importantly:

Did you do your laundry? Did you get enough sun? Did you drink enough water? Did you eat enough today? Did you get your favorite snack? Did you smile? Did you run in your yard like you did as a kid? Did you laugh with your friend? Did you see the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at you? Did you play with your dog? Your cat? Did you look at the flowers in the field near your house? Did you meet someone new? Did you learn something you didn't before? Did you try something you were scared of? Did it go well? Did you enjoy being yourself? Did you explore the world today? Did you live? Did you love? Did you feel? Did you breathe, and relax, and feel that everything is gonna be okay?

It might seem insignificant, but we write from the heart, not just the mind. Let your story sit in the back of your mind when you truly feel stuck. Take care of yourself, try getting out of your head. Notice the details around you, commit them to memory. Your story will wait for you. It might take a day, or days, or a week, or a month, months, or a year or years. But the story sits with you and you'll be thinking about it without actually thinking about it. When you come to your story again, it will be happy that you've grown, no matter how big or small

[k0mmari]

Okay people, I need to talk about IDOL!Shen Yuan AU before I explode (aka slight Aggretsuko inspired office au…..)

I’ll try to make this short for once jdvfhbjdhbvdf, but basically SY has been (forcefully) made to work for his brother(SJ) in the family company, after SJ decided enough was enough, and SY was going to do something with his life besides rotting away in his bed whether he liked it or not. The thing is, he wasn’t (just) rotting in bed reading atrocious novels, but he also took some time to experiment with music as a hobby, and over time, he grew a small following.

Though, after he was dragged to work at SJ’s side, the ever boring of dealing with paperwork and staring at white walls was eating at him. It’s not like he struggled doing his job, in fact, he was quite good at it, but he wasted no effort to make it very clear that he did not like that he was there in the first place. So, in an act of rebellion and to just do SOMETHING other than feel every passing second of the day in a cubicle, he decided to work even harder in his music hobby. It eventually led to SJ finding out and sparing no words to say that SY needed to focus on his real job, which only made SY brat out even harder, even managing to find an alternative music club and booking a few performances.

It went great! More people showed up than he expected, and all went great, but since his health was still not the best, after that he basically spent a whole month crashed out, not being able to do any more performances and barely able to go to the office once a week.

Anyways, it all led to SY thinking he had proved SJ right that he couldn’t continue this life style, and even thinking about quitting it, but one day while he was scrolling on the comments on one of his MVs (aka a Fancy Lyric Video), one of the comments mentioned that SY was one of the most important influences for that person, and that it inspired them to start pursuing music. It was the first time he had received a comment of that nature, and it lit the fire of his motivation back up.

Some 2 years passed, SJ still kept SY at the office, but SY had reached a nice balance on his online music work and performances on that club, and as his popularity grew, his performances at that one club had almost turned into a whole event for his most dedicated fans. So, enter Luo Binghe:

He was that comment that SY had read, and he did want to try music after being a fan of SY’s for almost three years now, but due to his financial situation he desperately needed some other source of income first. Now, at his last year of college, he managed to get an internship onto the Shen family’s company, which was a huge step forward towards his dreams, unfortunately he just had to go under SJ, which as we all know, was never kind to Binghe, instead acting as if the boy should just give up the internship entirely. And Binghe did think about it, but it seemed as if the stars had aligned for Binghe at least once, and SJ, after getting a sudden influx of work, delegated Binghe to SY.

They got on quite well, and Binghe even grew to have a little crush on SY, but it was all going fine and great until one fateful day. The office was as boring as ever, and after SY let Binghe know they wouldn’t have to entertain any clients for the day, Binghe decided to work on his part while listening to some music of his favorite artist.

Binghe has an awful habit of listening to music worryingly loud, so when SY went to get him to explain his new task, he ended up listening to what Binghe was hearing: his own music, in fact, his newest song. He pondered telling Binghe about the coincidence, but decided that maybe would be overstepping some professional boundary, and instead told Binghe about his one music club SY had heard about…

Binghe, excited to get to know more places around the area (and maybe understanding what SY did in his free time), decided to go to the club the next week after work, and did not even think about checking who would be performing in the day he would visit. Imagine his surprise when he gets to the door of the music club and hears some awfully famíliar music, and after rushing to be as close to the stage as possible, besides being blinded by his favorite artist’s greatness, also noticed that, hey, the artist looked an awful lot like a certain coworker of his….

Anyways, shenanigans ensue, Binghe starts his own investigation on SY possibly being the artist, SY juggling his office life, music career, and SJ perhaps coming to accept his brother’s career, and even maybe revealing a bit about his own past with music performances.

That’s all I had for today, just wanted to release this into the world! If anyone wants to expand on this, or try their on take on it, feel more than free to! Here are some more doodles of the usual day at the office :)

[tealvenetianmask]

Hell's royalty has a culture that enables Stella's abusive behavior.

Point 1: Keeping up appearances is valued above all else. And I specifically mean the appearance of things being the way they're supposed to be. Conformity basically.

Conformity in this culture seems to include a kind of stoic dignity ("you know excitement is unbecoming of a goetia"), an air of superiority ("don't bow to that one- he bows to us!"), and, of course, some good old fashioned toxic masculinity ("cease this bitch crying").

Individuals at the very top are not immune. Even though he gets past it, Asmodeus seems to spend a lot of time and effort on keeping his relationship with Fizz quiet in order to keep up the appearance of fulfilling his "lust" role.

Point 2: The members of the aristocracy who don't conform are seen as the problem, not the members who are being cruel.

Speaking of Ozzie, there's a chance he'll face real consequences for getting out of line . . . Mammon seems pretty confident about getting revenge. Also, if Ozzie had decided that his reputation was important enough to avoid stepping in to help his partner, well . . . I'm just saying. Cultures of conformity create bystanders who stand by and let abuse happen. So it's good that this guy has the courage (and a good heap of privilege and power) to enable him to step out. Yes, I realize that the crowd at Mammon's celebrated Ozzie and Fizz, but the crowd was distinctly NOT aristocratic.

Now look at Stella's party- this woman is not subtle about being cruel to her husband.

She calls the party a "Not Divorced" party. She openly talks negatively about Stolas in a blatant attempt to humiliate him. She's not trying to hide that she hates the man.

Because he's . . . an oddball. Gentle, not as polished as others in his social sphere, awkward and mostly friendless, probably autistic. And importantly, I think, not traditionally masculine.

So Stella has no need to hide that she treats him poorly. She's proud of it. And her social circle seems to support her in it, or at least, they don't push back. Because based on the aristocracy's unspoken (or if we look at Paimon, very much spoken) value system, Stolas's failure to fulfill all of his expected roles gracefully is worse than Stella's cruelty.

Point 3: Stolas's parenting, while much better than his own father's, still reflects this value system in some ways, and that's . . . complicated.

In some ways, Octavia is doing great. She has her own interests (music! gothy fashion!) that don't seem to be based on any role prescribed to her by others. She has a genuine bond with her dad that's based on care and not on molding her into some ideal princess.

But Stolas still puts on an facade in front of Via. We know that he pretended things were fine when they distinctly weren't for most of her childhood. We could argue endlessly about whether Stolas was right (as Georgia Dow explained in her video) or wrong to stop himself from explaining the situation with Stella to Via in Loo Loo Land, but honestly, the man could let his nearly grown up daughter know that abuse was happening without all out trauma dumping. It would enable her to make more informed decisions, and I think she would want to be able to do that.

Instead, Stolas keeps it to himself. Because he feels like Via SHOULD have this picture perfect childhood. Look at the pictures that are up in his palace. Look at his attempt to gloss over the fighting in the household by taking Via to an idealized childhood destination.

A part of him still thinks that good parenting is keeping up appearances, and that the ugly things are best kept hidden. Look at how hard he still tries to avoid crying in front of people. The values he was taught as a child are part of him.

And while it's not his fault (it's Stella's fault, obviously- these are HER actions), his inability to be open allows Stella and Andrealphus to scheme and (we'll see . . .) probably manipulate Via because of her lack of knowledge.

We're meant to see the moments where Stolas breaks expectations and behaves raw and even a little unhinged as triumphant. Sleeping with Blitz. That is the sound of a fucking divorce. Actually going through with the fucking divorce. Insisting on it. Appearances be damned.

And yeah, more of that please. Because if the people around Stella stop caring about aristocratic social trappings, all she'll have going for her is her shitty personality.

Thanks @akirathedramaqueen for inspiring this post with a conversation.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

((i over did it this time, requested by @silenthopper ))

His digit tapped on the giant table,a sign that his patience was getting low, his optics glued on you, waiting for every kind of move that had required you to do. He was getting impatient…

Especially since he had just asked you something trivial and simple knowing your ability, which he had deemed to be good since he had seen you plenty of times during your lessons.

Skywarp wasn't someone fond of the earthling culture that he had been subjected to during this long time on earth; he had been influenced. Just a few of them, mostly because Thundercracker introduced them to him, but he had never taken the initiative until that night.

It was during one of those boring nights when he, Thundercracker, and Starscream could finally take some time off and review how stupid humans were on the television, one of the few things those flashies did right. It was during one complaint from Starscream and one reply from Thundercracker that the jammy session was abruptly interrupted by Skywarp when they landed on a curious channel, where some humans were acting in such a strange way. They were moving around, accompanied by music, but it wasn't moving per se; it was…different.

Their dresses, things he realized were used to cover the airless ape, were floating with every movement they made, remembering the one that Nebulous does in deep space. They spun on the wooden floor like they were gliding in the skies; their jump ended in those small types on their foot that seemed almost impossible, and they were able to do that with a simplicity that seemed unreal.

Starscream's sound of annoyance was a sign that he was ready to change the channel, if it wasn't for Skywarp's fastness to tear away the remote from his servo.

"Hey!"

"I want to see, shut up!"

Starscream tried to complain, but Skywarp was far too concentrated on that. He started to make questions, which they found answers to by looking on the internet.

"It's ballet," said Thundercracker. "They say it's a form of dance here on earth."

"Do they breed them with feet like that?"

"They don't breed other humans. It's just that they use special shoes, and they train a lot to achieve those skills."

He was used to thinking that humans were clumsy and primitive; well, they were still primitive in his eyes, but he started to doubt the first adjective.

He became fascinated with this kind of art. Until he started to search for it on the same internet, viewing videos of small pieces and interesting shows. The other Decepticons had indeed noticed this small obsession, and, of course, they didn't live to just pest him about it. But he didn't care; he was fascinated! Even more!

However, at some point, the videos weren't enough. He wanted to see them closely; see how they do this! And that's how you ended up in that terrifying situation.

He didn't choose you for any particular reason; you were just the one that caught his eyes the most! He wasn't that smart; he knew that, but on this matter, he wanted at least to commit to it, so, with the small knowledge he had, he had observed that important dance school, taking notes of the students and the teachers, and there he had found you!

You weren't the prettiest; you were good like everyone else, and you weren't the next star of the ballet, but you have that spark, that will that leads you to stay longer and practice, to always aim to be better, to try and try again.

He knew that spark, and he knew that you were good. He just waited for you to get late enough and…well, you knew the rest.

And now there you were, Trapped in his quarters, completely frozen in fear for what kind of things this thing wanted to do to you.

As said before, he wasn't stupid. He knew that taking you without theknowledge of anyone was a risk, mostly for him since youronly end would havee been to be crushed to death by someone, but him? He didn't wanto risk his position in Megatron's eyes. No one knew you were there, and he wanted to keep it that way, but the more you kept on just staying there the your eyes fixed on the table, the more the chance for him of being caught was rising.

"So? What are you waiting for?!"

He raised his voice; you gasped again, feeling your heart racing in your chest with ore strength thanbefore. You couldn't even sense if you were breathing at all. He even forced you to change into your practice attire and, excluding point shoes, which he seemed to have devoured,he had give you little privacy. You took your time, not because you were trying to defy him but because your hands were shaking so much that you needed more than one time to fix the slippers correctly. He asked a lot of questions, but the fear made you obvious of his curiosity.

"What's wrong with those feet?" He pointed to your old scars and some fresh blisters.

You loosed the grip on the laces, trembling , while you tried to tie them again and respond without stuttering.

"…O-old…old wounds…from my…f-first pointed …"

"Ah... I thought your feet could adapt..." He looked closer, studying other details of his fascination.

"They…they do not…"

He frowned in disgust; there it goes from the window, a nice thing that he did like about the fleshy.

"All right, hurry up! I don't have all day!"

With another gasp and some more attempts, you were finally able to tie your shoe to your feet.

At that moment what you really wanted was to hide somewhere, close your eyes, and believe that everything that was happening was just a horrible nightmare induced by the stress, but it was when you needed to take some breath and when you felt a pressure on your shoulder blades, followed then by the feeling of emptiness under your legs, that you realized that everything was just out of question. When your two scared eyes met the two tempered, glass-like eyes he had, it was then that you noticed that you were face-to-face with the Decepticon that had just captured you that day.

You couldn't breathe correctly, your skin was crawling, and you were paralyzed by the fear of him that you didn't even dare to try to catch his gigantic fingers to avoid every possible fall that would be fatal or at least very painful at that height. He started to turn you around, rising you up more, using his free hand to move some fabric of your chiffon gown, a somewhat confused look on his face.

"This is so bland; what about the pretty ones?"

"P-pr…pretty ones?"

"Yeah! The ones with glitters! Or this thing that grows on the ground! That move and a swish! Or the one that stays up and rigid!"

"Y-you mean the tutus?"

"SNORT! Stupid name… yeah, those ones!"

"TH-Those are…stage costumes. I—I don't…have any—"

"SERIOUSLY?! Ugh…" he finally put you down again, clearly dissatisfied by this knowledge. "Well, this one will do. Now go on…"

You stayed there, still completely without clues on what that creep wanted from you. His eyes were still glued on your small figure, with that same annoyed expression, waiting. Your fingernails were scratching your hands as you looked at him, waiting to receive whatever directive you needed and hoping to not let him get angrier.

He started to think that you were denser than he was, but then he realized that he did forget something! Reaching for his datapad, he selected a folder, then put the screen in front of you.

"There, choose one." You looked to him, still full of questions. "These are the ones you've been practicing. Choose one, all right? And stop mobbing around."

You followed his giant finger and…

Wait, what did he just say?

You start to look at the pad; it was a full list of music titles coming from various works from the classical genre, and almost all of them were for the ballet. Why did he have so many titles? Then, analyzing his words, you noticed that he had clearly said that he knew that you practiced those pieces! You try to avoid getting into a full panic; maybe he just used the wrong words! Those were pieces that you did practice, but many other dancers did too! Of course, yes, that was the most—

"So?!"

"GHYA!" You chose without even thinking; you just wanted to convey at that moment that you didn't care to even put an effort into it. When the music started, you could recognize those violins that screamed between the small moments of silence.

"The cat?" His expression stayed between annoyed and curious.

"…Y-yes?" How did he know that that piece was in fact about two cats in Sleeping Beauty? His rise is what you thought were his shoulders. As long as you were going to perform for him, everything was good. He would have chosen later.

"Alright, so the cats got it…" Skywarp took a more relaxed position, his arms raised with his servos behind his head. He would have put his feet on the table, but he wanted to give you enough space for your movement. A satisfied grin rested on his face.

"You can start whenever you want."

… What?… What was happening? He kidnapped you because he wanted you…to dance for him? You know what he was and what his job was, damn you. You lost some lessons alongside your friends because of him and the other Decepticons, but you never thought that something like that could have even happened. A Decepticon, whose name you didn't even care to know and that he didn't care to give you, had taken you from your way back home, a human completely outside from their conflict and that never ever saw in real life one of their enemies, because he wanted to…see you dance?! You ignored the music; your hands trembled anyway, and you were sure that nothing would come out good in your actual mental state.

"M…mister…mister robot, I—"

"Skywarp."

"…s-sorry?"

"My name is Skywarp… Mr. Robot sounds… So off."

"…Skywarp," you tried to clear your voice. "I… I think there was a misunderstanding of some sorts… I—"

"Nah, no misunderstanding. I mean, I know you're good; I saw you practicing for like... I don't, three months? You're good, so I picked you."

You started again to get that close to hyperventilate, actually realizing that there was no mistake; he did follow you for three straight months, and he clearly didn't know how creepy and incredibly sick this kind of knowledge was. How much did he learn?! It was just about your work or it extended to your rpivate sphere?!

"Hey, head in the game here! Move those legs now if you don't want me to get rid of you!"

He pointed again with that talon that could pierce through metal; imagine it to your body made of flesh. You restarted the song, feeling that your survival now depended on your dancing skills, which now seemed far from acceptable.

He wanted a performance, but how could he expect one from you when your body was occupied with showing its state of stress instead of acting like you wanted now?! You didn't even warm up; how were you supposed to be able to do even the simplest poses like that?!

You started to move, but you couldn't remember properly. You couldn't concentrate, and all the poses and the movements were stuck somewhere in your brain. Now more focused, you screamed to please not screw up or the evil metal giant would have killed us like a mosquito. Not only that, but the stress didn't allow you to make some proper movements required! You jumped like a child; you lost balance on your feet, and every time you crossed your eyes with him, a new wave of panic forced you to back away.

He had noticed, and he wasn't pleased at all. Was that a joke?! Were you mocking him?! You were more than capable, then why were you moving like an idiot?! He slammed, without even noticing or caring, his servo on the table, showing the now emerging anger for the ridiculous situation. You fell down and there…there was your breaking point.

You did once have a panic attack. It happened the first time you were given the spotlight. You held together for so long until, on the day of the opening, you felt on you every pent-up emotion, the expectations of everyone, the stress of the days, the ominous presence of the audience... You must have thrown up because people were still joking about it, but, besides that, you had your friends to help you out, your safety net.

Now you were alone, and everything started spinning.

The music seemed to have stopped, but you couldn't hear anything beside your heart that wanted so desperately to come out from your chest and your short breaths. You coughed; you wanted to cry and just move, but you were frozen there, on your knees, your eyes stuck on the metal surface of that desk like your hand, which left some halos of your sweat.

Skywarp groaned. Seriously? Of everyone, why did he have to take a broken one?! Such a waste of time… Well, it happened! The good thing was that you weren't the only good one! Maybe he would have needed to change the city, just to be sure, but he was optimistic to find someone more capable.

His digit took you again from your leotard, thinking that this time he would make sure to take one that had one of those fancy dresses, reaching for the hatch that led the trash to the incinerator.

The sound of the door echoed over the music.

"Warp, your report has a few holes. We need to—

Thundercracker optics landed on the scene that was now in front of him, hoping that maybe he had just seen something that wasn't there. He needed to blink twice to ascertain that yes, that wasn't actually trash that his fellow seeker was trying to get rid of.

"Hi crack! What report?"

The only response he got was Thundercracker closing the door shut, launching at him, and taking your horrified body from his Skywarp's servos.

"HEY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?!"

He couldn't care less now about him, his optic now completely stuck on you, holding on dear life on one of his fingers, your breathing getting worse and worse than before. He wanted to ask you if you were all right, but he didn't need to be an expert in human biology to understand that you weren't in fact, all right.

He scanned you, searching for every other kind of injury that Skywarp could have involuntarily made, then he noticed your robes and your shoes…he realized.

"Oh…Primus… You actually did it?!"

"…Did what?" said Skywarp, still completely oblivious of his actions.

"You kidnapped a…a…one of those humans you were obsessed with?!"

"Can you keep your vocalizer down?!"

"Don't tell me to—" Thundercracker tried to calm himself down. Firstly, because he wouldn't be able to get anything from Skywarp like that, and secondly, by moving and raising his voice, he would just do more damage to you. He put the servo that was holding you near the table.

"It's okay, get down." He tried to sound as calm as he could. You were still holding on to him with all your life, and only when you were sure he didn't plan to do anything to you did you finally start to lose your grip on him, allowing yourself to get down from his giant hand and return to the metal surface that welcomed you before. He turned back to Skywarp, still pissed.

"Did someone know she's here?!"

"Not one spark."

"Do you have any idea of what will happen if Starscream finds out?! IF MEGATRON FINDS OUT!"

"I'm smart enough to not let them, of course! Why do you think I'm so stupid, TC?"

He pointed with both of his arms at your frail and ready-to-shut-down figure.

"Now," he continued, "care to tell me who this human is and what part of your logic processor, which I doubt you have now, decided to take her?!"

"…Uuuhh….her name is… Y/n, yes, I think that's it."

"….Think?"

"Well her friends called her that; I never asked her!"

"……… How long is,,, whatever thing you were doing going on?"

Skywarp retelled the entire story, and Thundercracker couldn't hold a horrified expression. He had been stalking, because that was the right term in earth vocabulary, for three long months, monitoring your movements, taking the right moment to strike for…this?! He knew that this small interest in him was strange and it was starting to go a little off, but this was beyond normal decency! Even for them!

"Besides it's all been pointless," he kept going, showing no trace of remorse. "She's broken. Must have done something with my teleportation, maybe."

Thundercracker couldn't care that much if a human was hurt because of his idiotic companion; what he feared was an Autobot reprisal! He immediately turned to you, checking for the damages, but, besides your frantic breathing and your paleness, you seemed fine…almost fine…

"I need to get rid of her; that will fix the thing."

"First, if they check the incinerator, which you know Mixmaster does, they'll find what remains of her, and secondly, she's not broken."

Skywapr looked at him, raising one of his optical ridges, still seeing how you were almost putting yourself in a fetal position. Thundercracker massaged his face plate; of course he couldn't notice the similarity, which was even worse since he remembered that both of them saw something like this happen over and over even between Cybertronians.

"You know when Breakdown starts to do those crazy things, pass out, or just cry over and over because of something?"

"…Yes?"

"You must have done something similar to her."

"What?! But I was careful!"

"You kidnapped her, which could absolutely cause an attack like this."

He couldn't risk you being around. As much of an idiot as he was, he did care for Skywapor, and making him suffer punishment because he had brought a human on their ship wasn't in his agenda. He got closer to you, enough to not scare you but enough for you to listen to him.

"...Y/n?… Can you hear me?"

You trembled, unresponsive, but you moved your head enough to sigh.

"You need to breath. Humans do that, right? Can you do that for me? At your time, okay?"

How curious, the second giant was trying to help you. You tried to do as you were told; thinking about something else was quite helpful too; in fact, you started to wonder which Decepticon this one was. He was identical to your captor; were they brothers? They acted like those after all. You started to stop breathing like before, using this time your nose and your mouth, letting big chunks of air get inside and then out of your body. You allowed your body, which was starting to retain some mobility, to sit down in a more comfortable pose.

You needed more than ten minutes, but finally, your body stopped shaking, your breath started to get back to a normal rhythm, and your heart wasn't trying to get out from your throat. You made one last long sigh, looking at the two, or mostly at the blue one.

"…Thank…you…"

He sighed, one problem solved. Skywarp, instead, watched all the happening in a mix of boredom and annoyance. Was that scene really necessary? He didn't even touched you! Now he had to found out that there were humans like Breakdown around, wich make the thing even more stupid or useless to him.

Thundercracker offered you his digit, helping you to get up, your legs still a little shaky.

"Don't worry…"

"Oh, she can stand now?"

"Yeah, she's still a little-"

"GOOD! Now she can do what I asked for!"

Was he serious?! After what happened?! You weren't suppose to find refuge behind his hand, but you tried immediat ely to use the hand of Thundercracker to cover yourself from the other robot.

"Skywarp, this thing as gone too far you need-"

"She's fine no?! She can dance right?! Than let her do her staff!"

Her was serious, wich maked the thing even more ridiculous and dangerous, but , other to being quite an idiot, Thundercracker knew that Skywarp was stubborn as Starscream on certain matter and, making a tantrum. would just make thing more harder than they were already. No one had catched them already, but how much luck they got? He moved his servo away, facing you.

"I know it's a lot of ask but..please, indulge him."

Your eyes got bigger for the shock. Now he sided with him?! Thundercracker noticed your behaviour and immediately tried to use some rationality.

"He won't stop, and trust me, out there are worst things than us. I promise you, nothing will happen but…please just one, ok?"

He seemed sincere, but how much sencere can be a Decepticon?… Well he tried to calm you down, and he did, and he did in fact made a point:You didn0t know what was outside that door and those two were the most secure thing you got. You scratched your hand again, almost whispering.

"…I…can but… I-i need to strecth first…"

"WHAT?" You gasped again, Skywarp could take a hint even if it smashed on his helm "Can't you just…start to spin and all?!"

"If we don't take care of our wings," explain Thundercarcker "we cannot work effictively. I guess this strecth thing is the same thing for an organic."

Skywarp mumbled something, like it was a waste of time, but if moving at your peace was the only way for him to see an actual dancer than…

You tried to not complain; you started to stretch your leg with what you had… Even if doing it with two killing machines wasn't exactly something closer to comfortable. Thundercracker needed to admit he did start to get curious too, but not as Skywarp.

His annoyance was soon replaced with an avid look of curiosity.

His giant head was at the level of the metal surface, his hands on the edge of it like supporting part of his weight. His eyes seemed to be bigger than before, concentrated, and his mouth was completely shut. He reminded you of one of those kids from the school that observe the older ballerinas. It was when you folded your leg so high that you could feel your calf touching your shoulder that he dared to speak.

"Wow… You're so flexible… Are you sure you have a structure inside for all that meat?"

"Um…uh…" Was that a compliment? It seemed like one…

"What happens if you don't do all this …strength?"

"It's stretching." Now you felt a little bolder, maybe because you weren't confused about what he was actually meaning. "Well, I could… Well, I could not perform as I like, or i could get a muscle strain or a contracture or—"

"Contra what?"

"It's a … never mind…"

At that point you just wanted to satisfy this big baby, just enough to prolong your life. At least, now, you didn't feel like you needed to dance to save yourself, but because someone asked you to do that…well, he demanded it, but it felt less threatening now.

Finally, after one last stretch of your arms. You felt ready to start. This time you actually selected one song that you knew you couldn't mess up, since you did it not once but many times in the last season.

Skywarp, of course, knew that song. It never took the need to actually check about the opera or the story behind it; what he knew was it was called after some Cupid guy,, and, thanks to his luck, it was quite funny to look at it, and, most importantly, this time it was different.

Without the fear of making mistakes and angering him, your legs moved freely and without obstacles. Maybe it was the fact that someone did in fact take you aside and decided to explain to you what was happening and that it would have been over soon, but this time you were relaxed; your brain wasn't trying to fight all the mess that had happened a few hours ago; it just followed the rhythm and the music, remembering the steps and the poses to compose this piece.

Skywarp optics couldn't move away from you; the euphoria of the moment had him completely concentrated on every move and small jump that your legs could execute. He had watched videos, but in real life it was something else; he could see everything without a glass to stop him. There was something in your movements that reminded him of when he was flying, high from everything and almost invincible. The spark in your eyes—was it almost the same that he, Thundercracker, and Starscream had in their own, knowing that in the skies they are more a menace than they could be on the ground? You were in a zone that even he couldn't reach, something only yours.

He hated humans, but you weren't; you were ethereal, beautiful, something made. to be appreciated in the way that he saw fit. He knew that he had picked up the right one.

When the music stopped, you were again without breath, but this time not for fear. You smiled, a repertory one that you used during your performance, something that you didn't even think you were doing, such that your mind had completely disconnected with what had happened in those hours.

His optics were so wide that they started to emit some light; his derma opened without saying anything until, from the wonder, he started to emit a curious sound. It was the most…less threatening series of laughs that Thundercracker had ever heard from him.

"OH PRIMUS! THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL! I KNOW I PICKED RIGHT!"

"I…t-thanks?" Well, that was an actual compliment, and maybe you were more receptive knowing that it was finally over. "So… Can I go h-"

"Okay, okay, this time I chose another one! Let's see…"

Your eyes widened again; wasn't he already satisfied?! You needed to do more?! Oh no, what if I never planned to let you go?!

Thundercracker noticed again… He hated playing this kind of trick, but in extremis…

"That was… Really nice… Too bad there's no scenery here… It would have been such a view…"

Skywarp shined, looking at his companion, of course! A wooden stage! The metal surface of his desk wasn't good enough; he needed an actual stage!

"YOU'RE RIGHT, TC! There, watch her for me; I'll grab one!"

He reached for the door before glancing at you.

"Aaah, angel, you have no idea how happy you're making me!"

The door closed again, leaving you in a new state of panic. No, no, no, you didn't plan this! The blue one said he would have let you go after that! You tried to speak when again that big hand appeared in front of you, gesturing for you to jump on.

"Quick, before he came back."

You looked at him, your hands on your chest… He wasn't lying? He really wanted to help you out?

"Come on. I'll leave somewhere safe."

"I…thank you."

"Never speak of this night, okay?… If not for him, for my own sake."

///

"Angel! I'm back!" He slammed the door closed, holding what was supposed to be an old stolen stage, maybe taken from an open theater in the park.

"And look what I found! FANCY DRESSES!" He started to extract from his chassis several garments that he was able to steal around, acting more like one of those mages from kids parties.

"I want to try this purple one; purple is my color. I'm sure you'll be…."

He finally stopped talking, and his optics noticed…nothing. There was nothing on his desk. Your staff was gone, just like you.

That night ended with you, leaving not far from your house, with a Decepticon that found a more than good excuse to justify your disappearance to his friend and his absence to the others.

You hoped that everything would be back to normality, that you would soon forget the terrible events, that you would just go on without telling anybody.

Little did you know that some other robots had noticed a seeker reaching an urban area without making any damage, just as they noticed a human, maybe a hostage, being released without any harm. You couldn't suspect that, the next day, a car would have asked you to follow him to a certain base to discuss.

As you couldn't suspect that your captor was far from done with you.

@dumpster-fae

[st4rbe0m]

GIRLS LIKE BOYS LIKE ME !

how would enhypen prepare for their first date with you!

🩷 now playing - on melancholy hill by the gorillaz

🩷 contents - includes kissing! no gendered terms used but makeup is mentioned in Jake's. enha as losers who are trying their best™ on first dates

🩷 a/n - unlocked how to make gradient text im basically unstoppable now. this is my first time writing a headcanon sort of thing!! so I hope it's good. pls do reblog and leave comments - I would love to hear from readers :)

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HEESUNG would be the type to try and play it cool and then lose his mind then play it cool again like an on and off switch. He would ask Jay fashion advice super nonchalantly, but Jay would be able to see through his shit IMMEDIATELY lmao. But like the good friend Jay is, he helps Heesung pick out a cool yet not over-the-top fit. Definitely picks up flowers on the way so that they're fresh, and maybe even spritzes a bit of mouth freshener before ringing your doorbell because of course he ate onion rings before leaving the house out of nervousness •́‿,⁠•̀

I feel like he'd take you to an arcade for a first date - not only because it gives you both bonding time while playing games, but he also gets to show off his shooter skills in those lcd zombie games (the playing league all night is coming in clutch for him right now). Definitely also the type to stand at the claw machine for half an hour trying to get you a toy. "Seung it's always rigged, come on we can play another round of ice hockey instead." "It's not about being rigged anymore Y/N. It's a matter of pride and courage. Life or death." Like boy T-T it's never that serious king. Would walk you home while you clutch a GIGANTIC bear plushie that he may or may not have bribed some poor arcade worker for while pretending he won at the totally not rigged claw machine, which was concerning, but also very sweet. Sweet enough to warrant a kiss on the cheek by the end of the date ;)

JAY would literally be the most perfect, gentleman-ly guy and just drop dead gorgeous and AHDJKD sorry my first date feels for Jay are RAGING right now. Definitely would be jittery for sure, but is calm and level-headed. I feel like he's the type to ask you out on a date very traditionally after harbouring feelings for a while, watching from afar kind of like the XO music video you know, with the flower shop? Bouquet with red or white roses are a MUST and he'd extend his arm out for you to hold while he takes you out of your house (definitely the type to charm your parents that has them pushing you out the door because that boy is PERFECT)

He would probably take you out to a restaurant or OR hear me out - an in home date where he's kicked his members out somehow and has the living room set up like a restaurant with a table with some candles and dim lighting, food he prepared (house-husband material. wife him up right NOW.) so that he could show off his cooking skills. Wonderful date, would drop you off home as well. Honestly I don't see him kissing you on the first date because of all that chivalry you know, but don't worry he's just building it up to the more perfect moment to be your perfect boyfriend.

JAKE, this happy puppy would be so SO excited he'd be counting seconds up to when he would meet you :( He's so ADORABLE he would literally tell everyone knows about how he's scored a date with the finest person alive and then would proceed to spend a whole week just grinning in happiness cuz he's going on a date with you!!! I think more than flowers, he'd get you some sort of trinket or some chocolates as a gift :D and he'd be skipping along the way. TONS of compliments about your makeup and your outfit and just you in general.

I feel like he'd have a picnic-park sort of date thing setup, bonus if you have a dog because you best believe he'd be bringing Layla along. He'd ask his mom for help and pack the most scrumptious picnic ever, and just spend a day basking in the sun with you. The evening might even end up with you both walking hand-in-hand by the riverside, just chitchatting because this boy is a pro-yapper, and just enjoying each other's presence. Wonderful date that would end in a kiss wink wink ;) because he's just so so enamoured by you that he will literally lose his mind if he lets this shot go.

SUNGHOON is a loverboy at heart - as cool and chill he may seem on the outside you best believe he's giving that smile that makes his eyes crinkle while escorting you to your date. He's sharply dressed and has received the apropos speech from his sister about first date etiquettes even though he's quite a mindful man with great manners already. I see him getting white or pink tulips for the date.

He'd take you to a - I know it's a cliché, but an ice rink!! Because it's his element, and that confidence is what he wants to show you. That he's the one for you, or at least who he's trying to be. Sunghoon may seem like a player or someone who doesn't do serious attachment but with you, it just feels different. Giggling along with you and pushing you along gently, guiding you around the contours of the ice rink has his own heart doing pirouettes. And of course as clichè this is heading already, the date concludes with an accidental kiss that happens when you slip on the ice, bringing him down with you. You're both laughing at your hopeless nonexistent skating skills and all he can do in that moment is give you a small peck on the lips that makes his pale cheeks blush violently.

SUNOO is such a sweetheart, I have a feeling you would have already been friends for a while and that his feelings for you had been garnering for a while, until he just had to tell you. And so here he is, dressed down to a tee with the help of Jay's good fashion sense, and of course adding his own personal touch to it. This smitten cutie would be going all out with the gifts, trust. With a medium sized bouquet, he would also get a box of chocolates for you and maybe something else, like a scrunchie or a charm bracelet you'd mentioned you'd been eyeing for a while to him before.

Sunoo, in my mind, seems like such a pottery date kind of guy to me. He adores creativity and spending that time to do something a bit artsy with his favourite person just sounds so cute. He would maybe make a dish bowl sort of thing for him to keep at his sink for his skincare or balms or even vitamins, while you would make a key holder or a soap box. And he'd help you out with your paints, giving you ideas on what you could make, and listening to your inputs as well. Since you both were already friends before, it's a comfortable and secure environment around you both, that just makes this sunshine boy beam more than ever possible around you. "Sun that looks great!!", you'd encourage him, as he'd just wipe away whatever flecks of paint had gotten on your hand, basking in your praise. He might even take the opportunity to hold your hand, to which you of course had no complaints.

JUNGWON is panicking and Jay and Heesung are trying their best to call him down. Panicking because he overslept on his nap to freshen up for his date. But fear not, because this is where Efficient Wonie comes in and saves the day. It's like everything that must be done becomes natural to him - it's in his second nature to buy you flowers and ring up your doorbell, flashing that all so sweet grin of his. And after calming down the raging butterflies in your stomach, you both set off on the date he's meticulously planned.

I see Jungwon as a multi-activity date kind of guy, you know? Why not get the best of all the worlds with this guy? He has the date planned in his head for months now, considering how long he's been itching to ask you out. He starts the date off with a nice, cozy cafe visit where you both can pick up some beverages to set yourselves right. Following would be a movie, something he'd find meaningful enough for a first date. And he's trying his best to focus on the movie instead of the fingertips brushing against yours inside the popcorn bucket because he needs to know the plot for the next part of the date!! Which is taking you to a small diner after the movies to talk about what you both found interesting about the film - whether it was good or bad, characters and the theme. And just from there the conversation would flow. Jungwon would be so easy to converse with that you wouldn't even know where the time has gone, until you find yourself in front of your house with him, hours past in a blink. And with how adorable his dimples look under the street lamps as you bid him goodbye, you can't help but place a sweet kiss on them as you depart, leaving him lovestruck on the street.

RIKI wants to have a bit of fun on dates. Sure movies and arcades and picnics are fun. But this boy is a ball of energy when he's around the people he likes - if it isn't obvious from the way he's around his members and their comfort. And that's how you made him feel as well, comfortable in his own skin. So much so that it warranted a date with the dance prodigy, who couldn't get you off his mind at all. He'd definitely be much more confident in this date than the others for sure, but that doesn't mean he isn't a bit nervous!! But sweet boy is more nervous about making sure you have a blast tonight with him. And with the way you're laughing and accepting the flowers he got you, placing them in a vase, those worries fade almost immediately.

Riki would take you to a town carnival or an amusement park sort of setup for a date! This teasing little shit would totally use this opportunity for poking fun at how you would scream on the faster rides like the rollercoaster, and would claim how he would "protect you" if anything did happen (like dawg this is not a fight for honor it's legit just a rollercoaster). He'd win you some prizes from the side stalls, and you'd both share a large cotton candy. Would whine about the animal ears you insisted that he wear during the duration of the date, which you had bought from a concession stand. But he would also complain when you said he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't like it like T-T bro. The date reached its final note on the Ferris wheel, and it's not like you were scared of heights, it's just that you'd severely underestimated how high the ride went. "You can hold my hand if you're scared", Riki says jokingly. But you take the offer instantly, tightly clutching his hand as your eyes are wide and looking around as awe starts replacing the terror in your eyes. And despite the view, Riki could only look at you. Feeling his gaze on you, you turned your head around to only find yourself encaptured in a sweet and romantic kiss, surrounded by cool air miles above the ground.

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A life-changing moment

I was thinking the other day about how I came to be in Japan, and how my life could've been so very different had I not gone with my brother on the day he left for university.

You see, I had no interest in going to uni at age 16. Mostly because I was severely depressed and figured I wasn't going to make it to the end of my teens. My plans largely revolved around my band getting famous, or getting a book published, or being discovered by some acting talent scout (despite having exactly zero talent for acting) or something. I hated school and the thought of doing more school just sounded unbearable. My brother was the clever, academic one; not me. So when I went with him that morning in late September, I didn't expect anything to change.

Except I fell in love with the place. It wasn't school; it was a whole new world, with a lake and stunning architecture and gardens and people walking around in the kind of clothes I got bullied for wearing. So I did a complete 180 and decided (much to my father's despair) that I did want to go to uni after all.

While I was at uni, I made friends from all walks of life. All corners of the world. Specifically, Norway.

A couple of years later, I decided I missed being able to speak a second language (my French had been pretty good years before, but I'd forgotten most of it by that point). It was a toss-up between German, Norwegian and Finnish. German because I already knew some, had a cousin living in Cologne and figured it would be useful. Finnish because my music and pole dance idols were Finnish. Norwegian because I had a handful of friends I met at uni from Norway. I decided I wasn't that passionate about German, which left Finnish and Norwegian.

I decided on Finnish.

Went to the bookstore ready to start my journey. I went to the language section and... not a single book on Finnish. But there was a single Teach Yourself Norwegian book. And so, I picked that up instead, and thus started my Norwegian journey.

Fast forward a little and I find myself on langblr. I make lots of langblr friends and even, for a time, run a semi-popular blog. Norwegian was my one true love, of course; nothing could change that. Until someone I'd admired for years started learning Japanese. It was a language I'd always been somewhat interested in but completely adamant I could never learn because it's "too difficult". But seeing her study it made me curious. "Maybe I'll just try to learn some hiragana," I told myself.

If you've known me long enough, perhaps you'll remember that phase I went through where I completely denied I was learning Japanese. "I'll get bored of it," I kept saying. "It's fun right now because I'm in the beginner stage, but as soon as I have to put effort into it I'll give up."

And then I bought a nice notebook and a Japanese textbook and I started making flashcards and practising kanji. Oops.

Covid happened. I started teaching English online because I couldn't teach pole from home and I needed a new source of income. I liked it, but I hated being stuck behind a desk. I wanted to teach in a real classroom. I knew the possibility of getting a TEFL job in Norway was next to zero, especially with Brexit and all. But Japan...

And so I looked into it. And now I'm here.

I wonder how different my life would have been had I, on that unassuming Sunday morning in late September, opted to stay at home and play video games. Would I have ever gone to visit my brother at uni? Probably not; I didn't drive, and that's the year my mum got cancer and I got my first boyfriend, so it's not like I'd have had much inclination to go visit. And had I not seen that campus for myself, would I ever have gone to uni? Would I have made Norwegian friends? Would I have chosen to study Norwegian? Would I have stumbled upon langblr? Would I have made the same langblr friends? Would I have felt inspired to just try learning Japanese?

Maybe I would've found a different route here. Maybe I'd have found myself somewhere completely different.

It seems so silly to think that my life-changing moment was, actually, just the choice to leave the house one day. And yet.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say here, if anything at all. Perhaps all I'm trying to say is that life-changing moments don't just come up to you and punch you in the face; they're the result of long chains of actions that spiral wildly out of control, all starting from an unassuming Sunday morning when you decided to leave the house instead of rotting at home.

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I'm not scared! Colby Brock x MotoGPDriver! Reader Part 4

Plot: You made a tweet about Sam and Colby and were in a podcast and they brought up Sam and Colby where you talked about the paranormal and how it doesn't really scare you because you drive motorcycles at over 200mph.

Credit to misscalliopecruz for the GIF

You didn't realize just how easy it was for Sam and Colby to make calls to these haunted locations and be given permissions to film investigations.

You'd been set up for literally 3 days time which made you guys feel even more excited as it was such short notice. Colby and Sam spent the time charging all the equipment, booking hotels and doing all the admin stuff you'd offered to help them with but they'd refused saying you should try and get a few good nights of sleep while you could, so you stayed in your flat making sure you had a comfy enough outfit ready to go in.

Colby had practically begged you to wear their merch, so of course you took the hoodie he'd given to you. You'd planned to wear it with a pair of bootleg jeans as even though it was very clearly British Time you gathered in the middle of the night in an old creepy castle it would get cold. Which is why you were thankful for the hoodie rather than a top as the piece of merch Colby gifted you.

You kind of wanted to make Colby and Sam wear some of you Red Bull Merch but thought maybe that was going a bit too far so you left them packed away in the rucksack you were going to be taking with you.

You had a later night on the day before the investigation so you were able to stay up till around 4 or 5am, ending up waking up for around 11am. You did your morning workout before getting something to eat and had a slow evening before meeting up with the boys.

"Are you okay driving?" Colby asks as you all walk down to the car park of the hotel they were staying in.

"Any reason, or just because I'm the better driver?" you smirk, knowing full well you were the better driver.

"I just don't like driving in the UK, it's way more complicated than the US, those roundabouts... wild things!" he jokes, even though there was some truth to it.

"Yeah sure, I don't mind... but If I'm driving its my Spotify playlist on shuffle..." you reason and they both nod agreeing, not petty enough to start a disagreement over music, especially when you guys would probably have similar music tastes.

The drive to the castle was fun, you were all talking about the history you guys had researched and what was there.

When you pulled up, you got this zing of excitement down you spine.

"Guys, I'm really excited for this" you exclaim looking back at them getting all the stuff out the car while you were in awe of the building.

It was a huge location and you already knew that the boys would challenge you to go somewhere alone because of how big it was.

The boys got out their camera and you waited off to the side as they did their intro.

"What's up guys its Sam and Colby and today we are here a Dannamore Castle in the UK, one of the most haunted Castles in the world!" Colby says with that normal cryptic sort of look on his face.

"And as you guys probably expected from our recent trip to see out good friend, today we have Y/N Y/L/N here with us!" Sam introduces panning the camera round to you making you smile and bunch up closer to them.

"Hey!" you grin and the boys turn to you.

"Okay for those who don't know Y/N is a MotoGP rider to she basically rides motorbikes really quickly round race-tracks for a living and she's really good at it too. The reason she is here is because she said she wouldn't be scared to come onto one of our videos and we really want to put that to the test" Colby mentions and you blush at the praise, entirely used to but it still got you every time.

They cut the cameras after showing the outside of the area saying that they'd be filming a lot of the history out-takes in their studio at home and having watched their videos you knew what they meant.

Two men and a lady came out, one was the caretaker, another was a tour guide and the other a medium of sorts that worked with the place.

Sam and Colby started to talk to the caretaker that would help in showing you round later when you walked off.

You thought you saw something dash out the corner of your eye, Sam and Colby were too busy listening too all the ins and outs of the area, what rooms you didn't have access to which in this particular castle wasn't actually that many just the unsafe spaces where the wooden flooring had gotten too old and they hadn't rebuilt it yet.

"Where's your friend?" the caretaker asks seeing that the girl wasn't where she had been a minute ago.

The others look around trying to see if you were behind the car or near the entrance but you were nowhere in sight.

"Y/N?" Colby yelled out. Sam following with a shout of his own name.

"Yeah?" you ask walking from behind a stone wall that ran behind the castle into the gardens.

"Where did you run off to?" Sam asks and the caretakers also look intrigued.

"Something caught the corner of my eye and I wanted to see if anyone else was on the property" you shrug your shoulder making Sam look to the now turned on camera Colby had, as they had started to film the minute the group were aware that you were missing.

"You just left, because you saw something?" Colby asks and you nod, making Sam chuckle. They cut the cameras, giving you a small run down of the castle, which rooms you guys weren't allowed it and when you guys had to leave by.

They also further explained not having got there before that it would just be you guys in there tonight, the caretaker however stays in the barn that was technically 'on the property' but not inside the castle just for legal purposes.

"So this is the centre of the castle. Back in the day, all residents from the Dannamore family and their friends would have been around here as this was and still is a hub" the tour guide smiles as you all look around the expanse of the hall.

"Who was part of the Dannamore Family, I'm guessing we'll meet some of them tonight?" you smile asking intrigued.

"Well Drake Dannamore has always been the most present spirit we have here. He is the original resident of the castle" she starts and you all nod.

"Is he cool?" Colby asks making you turn to him in shock. How is he referring to a like 1000 year old spirit as cool.

"He's a kind spirit yes. Y/N you'll get most the activity from him, he's the protector of this house... practically the women" she smiles.

"Really? Why's that?" Sam asks.

"Well, Drake..." she starts and you guys hear a knock from the back of the room making you all look there and the guide and caretaker laugh a little.

"I think he's here with us!" she smiles looking around before continuing.

"He married Valisa Dupont a French Lady from a wealthy family. Their family gifted and built this castle as a sign of their gratitude for Drake protecting Valisa. However, Valisa did not love Drake and apparently she became very spiteful towards him. She would cheat on him with the bakers boy who worked and lived in the home. She neglected their children making Drake exhausted" she starts and you feel a sort of overwhelming sadness wash over you. Enough for you to reach up and hold you chest.

"Vasila attempted to kill Drake but ended up mistakenly poisoning his sister Darcey. He ended the relationship with her, and she was livid. He moved on and married Bianca, who mysteriously died one night after saying for years she felt like she was being watched. People working in the castle at the time reported that Vasila killed Bianca out of jealously. Drake was in anguish and after that refused to marry again. He tried to protect Bianca as much as possible thinking Vasila was terrorizing her. After that its said that Drake either pushed her or she threw herself from the east tower, falling to her death" she finishes and you all look in shock.

"So he protects females that come into the castle from Vasila, who i'm guessing remains here as a negative energy because he feels like he needs to do what he couldn't do for Bianca?" you ask and a creak or footsteps was heard from above making all your heads snap up.

"I'd take that as a yes!" Colby laughs making you laugh as well.

"So this is an active place for all the spirits?" Sam asks looking around.

"Not all, but most. Drake can be found here along with his children who are also protectors of the home. Bianca is also here who is a very friendly and kind spirit. But its not just people who have lived in the castle. There's portals here too" the caretaker answers showing the mirrors that were facing each other.

"Woah?" you say stepping closer to Colby where the mirrors are.

"So what do we need to be wary of?" Colby asks.

"Vasila, of course. She doesn't like any-one male or female. She's been known to touch and scratch and make lots of loud noises but she's only in certain areas of the house like the tower and the pantry room" she explains.

"Because of her relationship with the baker boy?" Sam asks and she nods.

"Y/N you'll need to be extra careful of the baker boy" she admits and you look off to the left.

"Why?"

"He doesn't like ... dominant women!" she exclaims looking down, making you frown with a small laugh.

"I'm a dominant woman?" you ask with a laugh.

"Just like your presence, the tattoos, biker personality and just your aura she means, your head strong which is something Madison didn't like" the medium says for the first time since being here.

"Madison?" Sam asks.

"The baker boy, that was his name Madison!" he answers.

This would make for an interesting night!

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[iwishf1wasreal]

F1 Driver NSFW Profile: ✷ Lewis Hamilton ✷

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I. Flirt. He’s a shy sort of suave. He wants to come off cool and laid back. Thank God he never has to worry if he’s dressed well. Lewis is all about eye contact, making sure to look over the frame of whatever sunglasses he’s wearing so he can hold your gaze. It’ll be hard for him to look away; maybe he’ll keep your eyes for as long as he can by looking back or walking backward. He’ll flash his million-dollar smile at you; make sure you know he’s noticed you too. If there are cameras around, he’s pretty much going to stand 40 feet away from you, but if it’s amongst the trusted inner circle or just the two of you, he is stuck to you like glue. When you first meet, he’s flirty in a relaxed sense; it won’t come across as him being particularly interested, just friendly. He takes his time sussing you out and getting a feel for you. But once he’s ready to make his intentions known, he’s laying on the charm. Making you laugh, taking any excuse to brush against you. II. Propositioning.   Warm hands caressing down your back, spending a generous amount of time on your ass before smoothing down your calves. He’ll peck kisses anywhere he can reach, his endless brown eyes meeting yours as his lips roam your body. Lewis wants to seduce and be seduced. He likes kissing–[loves] kissing. Has a hard time having sex [without] kissing. He wants your tongue hot and heavy in his mouth. Lewis likes to tease too. If the mood strikes and you start to put the moves on him, he'll play dumb. Straight up pretends not to notice, wait and see how far you’ll go before you push him down onto the sofa and straddle him.

III. Libido. It’s relatively high, but he’s also creeping up to his forties. Don’t get me wrong, he has no trouble getting (or maintaining) an erection, but it takes him a bit longer to get him up and ready…especially if it’s a night after drinking. So, he doesn’t mind a bit of soft play, whether it's your mouth or the soft glide of your hand. He’s not too picky. He feels so much closer to his partner during and after sex. Lewis feels like there’s no other connection in the world like it and would probably even be down to try sex magic if you were into that kind of thing. 

IV. Turn-Ons: tame & nasty. Tame: Expensive clothes. When you hold him close to whisper in his ear. Laughing with your head thrown back. A nice fitting pair of trousers. Pretty, fast cars. Private beaches and cabanas. Outdoor showers. Spoiling you. Facetime calls to show him what you’re wearing. Getting along with his mum and step-mum. Having inside jokes with his brother. Fitting right into a game of footy with his nieces and nephews. Musicality in any way, shape, or form. Shy silliness that he gets to draw out of you. Diamonds on bare skin.  Nasty: When he fucks you so good you can’t even get out a moan, and it looks like  you’re having a sexy exorcism. Pulling your panties to the side instead of just pulling them off. Lowkey always wants to get caught; fucks you with the windows of your cabana wide open, or herds you into the single stall. Tender love and care to his balls. When you tell him that his dick is the best you’ve ever had. Receiving unsolicited your nudes. Mutual masturbation. Lingerie sets with lace bras and satin panties. The way your ass kinda makes a heart-shape in certain positions of doggy. Titties in his mouth. Topless beaches with wandering hands. V. Self-stimulation. Ideally, he would be able to Facetime you, and you could figure out a solution together. He'll use a video if the timezone doesn’t permit that, and he’s not desperate enough to wake you or disturb you at work. He can still appreciate porn, but if he wants to finish, he’d prefer to do it to you. VI. Foreplay. He almost pays too much attention to foreplay. It’s like he’s in some kind of competition with himself to see how wet he can make you before he finally slips inside. As he’s come into adulthood, he’s realised how powerful the act of cunnilingus is. He has his own version of getting drunk off your sex, usually in the form of semi-incoherent philosophical babbles of how we’re all connected and how beautiful your pussy is.

VII. Rhythm. He likes to keep it fresh but prefers deep, unhurried sex. Taking your time getting to know each other and savouring the feeling of the two of you together. He’s not afraid to moan or let his nastiest thoughts roll off his tongue. Most often he’ll be asking how it feels, for you to be louder. He likes egging you on. VIII. How He Likes It He’s a classic man. Doggy has a special place in his heart. He likes plenty of other positions, too, of course. But there’s just something about getting to watch your ass shake as he disappears inside you. You bent over, wet and moaning and rutting back against him. Rarely do you get to feel like you have the upper hand on him–he’s got lightning fast reflexes, strength and confidence that often make you feel like he’s not even real. Except in the bedroom and he has your front pressed into the bed and you start to work to throw your hips back to meet his thrusts. He nearly busts right then and there every time. 

IX. Location, location, location. A hopeless romantic, ideally, he’d have rose petals all over the floor and candles littering the entire place. But that’s not always feasible, though he still tells you it’s what you deserve. And though he’d deny it, ducking his head to hide the burning on his cheeks but the hot tub seems to hold a special place in his heart. To the point where his buddies will point and giggle at it the second you’re aboard a yacht for the week or they notice it on the balcony through the curtains. Somehow, they always seem to be one on your holidays or hotel rooms. And you both do you best to use it to the best of your abilities.  X. Kinky. He’s open minded and easy to approach. He likes experimenting when he feels safe and he feels safest with you. Depending on the mood, he can be gently encouraging, complimenting and worshipping you into bliss. Or, he can be a little more demanding, a little less lenient and a little more mean. He’s good at playing. He likes playing…as long as you seem like you are too. Any fantasy you feel like trying, he’s all ears. Rarely will he outright deny you–about most things–especially sex.

XI. Bedroom aids/Toys He’s not stupid, obviously you use toys whilst he’s away or busy. He doesn’t mind adding them in with the both of you either. It really only took one time for him to watch your eyes roll back in your head after just two minutes on the second to highest setting. Lately, his latest exploration in the bedroom has involved plugs. Nothing gets his heart pumping blood to his crotch quite like when you bend over and reveal you’ve decided to surprise him with one. Something about the shimmer of something in your ass while he sheeths himself deep inside you feels like ecstasy. 

XII. Cum. He can go for a while. He’s old enough where he doesn't need to lay back and think of England. He would prefer to finish after you though with the ferocity of your sex life, it’s quite literally always a competition to get others to cum first. Ideally, he’d finish inside of you but obviously sometimes that’s not always fisable. Though, more than enough times have you two snuck off for a quickie and you’re left uncomfortably wet in your panties after.

XIII. Pleasure reciprocation. Lewis loves to go down on you. Likes hearing all your moans and whines and any other noise he can get you to make. When his focus is on you and getting you to cum, he turns into an assertive yet gentle figure. He has plans for you, he’d like for you to follow them. But he’s not above giving into your desperation or gently teasing you for how worked up you get. He can teeter more towards mean when he feels like it though rarely can keep it up. By the time you’ve finished, he’s melted back into his true self. Making sure you’re not too far gone or nothing got too out of hand. Despite it all though, he makes you feel like he’s hungry for you. Like just the site of you or your body could drive him wild enough to cloud all his thoughts.

XIV. Bonus.

“I wanna show you something,” Lewis tells you, head down with his eyes focused on his phone. You approach him in the living room but don't make it to him before the TV on the wall above him blinks on. It shows the generic home display before it goes black again. But it's only for a moment. Then, a grainy, night vision video starts to play. 

It takes you a moment to realise what is. It’s not until you hear the video playback what sounds like Lewis’ laugh. On screen, now  in clear view of the camera, you dragged Lewis to one of the outdoor sofas. Suddenly, you recognize everything in the video.

It from the boat trip you took a few weeks ago, traipsing around Greece with some friends before Lewis had to get back in race mode for the foreseeable future. It was late, all your friends had gone to bed and the crew had been tipped heavily to give you some privacy on deck.

You’re standing there watching yourself, watching your mouth meet his and moan in pleasure. In person, you don’t realise he’s even standing behind you until a gentle hand on your middle startles you out of your gaze.  

“You remember that?” he asks softly, with a small nod towards the TV. You nod, letting out a distracted ‘mmhmm’ as you keep your eyes on the screen. His other hand meets your other side, palms softly caressing against the t-shirt you wore. 

Back on the boat, you had already pulled Lewis free from the confines of his joggers. You were on the floor, on your knees. Even with the state of the art speakers Lewis had installed, you can’t make out what he’s saying to you on video. Just the soft rasp of his voice as he eggs you on.

“How did you get this?” you ask, your throat dry. You had taken him into your mouth on the boat, Lewis throwing his head back in pleasure on screen. It was nice to see him–actually see what he looked like while you gave him head. Up close was one thing, but watching the effect you had on him has your insides somersaulting.

“I told you I’d have them get rid of the footage.” 

Neither of you were stupid. You both knew something as risky as this would require some damage control but Lewis promised you he’d take care of it.

“Yes, but how do you have it?” you gulp after a particularly loud moan vibrates off the screen. 

Lewis doesn’t answer you, just laughs softly as he moves to start placing kisses on your neck. His hands move from your waist, roaming over your arms, then your shoulders. The roughness of his skin against the softness of your skin feels euphoric. But he stops the motion all too soon, one his hands clasping over each of your wrists. In front of you, your past self is already mounting your boyfriend, his hands eager to expose your breasts from the bikini you were wearing. 

Loud, lewd sounds fill the room, echoing off the TV and bathing the both of you in a symphony of your own moans. You can feel Lewis’ breath against your neck, his hands still holding your wrists. You watch as his hand slipped over your core, pads of his fingers finding the perfect spot to send you over the edge. The sight of it makes you hotter, your skin starting to feel clammy and stomach somersaulting. Instinctively, you lean further back into Lewis, trying to instinctually rut yourself against him for some kind of relief. 

But he’s not taking any of it. Just tightens his grip on your wrists and moves so you can’t roll your hips back against him. 

The sounds on the TV get loud. You can hear the sound of your bodies meeting amongst the huffs and moans. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how pathetically you mewl at Lewis to let you do something. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t even really let you look at him. At best you can get is the cocky smirk and devious gleam in his eyes before he’s gathering both your wrists in one hand and fixing your gaze ahead by your chin. 

Your heart feels like its beating out of your chest. Your skin is sticking to your clothes, working up a sweat from how hot you feel underneath your clothes. Lewis makes you watch the whole thing like that. Forced to watch both orgasms he gave you. Forced to listen to the defeated sigh of satisfaction Lewis gives as you pulled yourself off of him. Forced to watch the glistening trail of yourselves that even the shitty security camera could pick up sliding down your leg.

You don’t even have to move to tell how wet you are once the TV finally turns off. Looking (and feeling) like you’re in a trance, Lewis chuckles proudly and presses a kiss to your hair. 

“Now, go upstairs. Take all your clothes off. And wait for me.” He says, pressing one more kiss to your temple. He pulls away just a touch so he can look you in the eyes. “But do not touch yourself.” He taps his pointer finger to the tip of your nose and pats your ass as your single to get moving. 

You do as you're told and head upstairs. Meanwhile, Lewis gets working on some drinks for the pair of you. He only gets as far as pulling his mock-Tequilas from the cabinet before he hears what at first sounds like your phone going off. But the buzzing he hears through the upstairs floor doesn’t stop. He freezes in place to listen. The buzzing keeps going, far longer than any ringtone would. 

As soon as he realises what you’re doing, he drops what he’s doing and makes a break for the stairs. You can hear him calling your name through the bedroom door as he takes them to at a time to get to you.

[yourelliewillms]

i miss you on a train

ellie williams x reader

angst !! also fluff but mainly angst. liiittle mention of smut.

summary: it's been a year since ellie and you broke up, you haven't spoken since then and she probably thinks you've forgotten about her. what she doesn't know is that you're thinking about her all the time.

the first months were the worst. every night you had a dream about her, the picture of her in your mind would be enough to wake you up in the middle of the night with tears in your eyes or, sometimes, with a smile on your face. but that was the one you hated the most because your dreams usually felt so real, you felt her near you but when you realized it had been just a dream, your day would be completely ruined. you couldn't stop thinking about her. even if you tried, your mind would randomly bring memories that would only break your heart into pieces again and again.

after a year, you can say you're over her or at least that's what you like to think. you really want to move on and maybe start seeing other people to try to take her out of your heart. but everytime you take the train and raindrops fall from the sky to your window like one of those dramatic music videos, the first thing your brain does is bring her back. those green eyes that once looked at you with sparkles in them, strings of her auburn hair falling from her characteristic bun and the heat of her body that used to warm you up during the winter. you can't help thinking about every single detail of her, even if you try to put on your headphones and look out the window to stop those unwanted thoughts, the sound of her laugh in your mind would be louder than the song playing on your phone.

the rain just made things worse, it reminded you of that time ellie and you were on one of your first dates. it was raining, you were soaked but you didn't care at all because you just wanted to be with her all the time. you were walking under the rain, holding ellie's wet hand, was it wet because of the raindrops falling on her arm or because she was so nervous that her hand would sweat all the time your hair was already wet and there were raindrops on your cheeks yet ellie was looking at you with so much love, you could swear there were hearts in her eyes before she gave you that kiss in the pouring rain. you felt your heart fluttering when her shaky hands brushed against your face while she took you closer to her letting your cold nose touch hers, it was only you and her in the world. you remember how soft and hot her lips were that time. you remember the way your hair was sticking to your face and how ellie would stop kissing you for a second to take out the strings of hair that would get on the way of your kiss and then her lips would desperately look for yours again.

you haven't forgotten about those nights when she would show up at your window at 3 am just to show you the pages of that private sketchbook of hers with new drawings that only you were able to see, or some new song she'd learned in her guitar, or just because she missed you. you had to shush her because of how loud she was, always laughing at her own dad jokes and screaming but never failing at putting a smile on your face.

or that first night you spent together. you remember how gentle her touch felt when your naked bodies met each other for the first time. kind and slow the whole night, ellie making sure you were comfortable. her skin burned against yours and you could tell she was nervous just by the way her voice was shaking and her heavy breathing. "just tell me what makes you feel good" you whispered on her ear and she let go a sigh of relief as she nodded. you stood awake all that night because after you touched and kissed every single part of your bodies, you felt the strongest connection you'd ever felt with someone in your life.

the freezing weather brought to your mind those cold nights when you wouldn't talk to each other because some stupid argument in which her words felt like knives piercing in your heart while you told her all her faults. long nights when you'd fall asleep with tears in your eyes and the next morning wake up with migraine, sick to your stomach and your eyes swollen. however, your mood would be completely changed by just one text of hers "good morning, babe" pretending nothing had happened. not a single 'sorry' from either you or her because that was they way your relationship "worked" (it did not).

when you come back to the real world and get out of the bus, you'd look around trying to find her but she's not there. the bus stop is empty and she's not with you there, she's not waiting for you like she used to. the weather is cold and she's not there to give you her jacket, the rain is falling but she's not there to kiss you.

meeting ellie was one of the best yet worst experiences of your life because even if you tried, you can't forget the freckles on her face and the smell of her natural body scent. you hate the fact that you'll never be able forget her.

thank you for reading <3 pleaseee tell me if you find mistakes or if you have any constructive feedback !!

[child0feden]

CHAOS HORRIFIC

george russell x death metal vocalist! fisher! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for george with a death metal vocalist partner!

୨୧ basically, you’re the first child of george fisher from cannibal corpse and have your own death metal band in which you’re the vocalist! i need to do more for my fellow metalhead fans <3

♡ view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: make them suffer by cannibal corpse - evisceration plague by cannibal corpse

♡ to say he was terrified to meet your father would be a huge understatement…

୨୧ since you’re his first child, your father is extremely protective of you and soft on you

♡ his hands were shaking on the drive over despite him cracking jokes and trying his best to appear totally calm and confident

୨୧ you try to assure him that your father is literally the sweetest person you know ( aside from george ) and is actually a huge teddy bear ( no but really, he is, look it up )

♡ george just has some trouble believing it because how is a man with the stage name “ corpsegrinder ” and in a band like cannibal corpse supposed to be a teddy bear?

୨୧ the dinner went… well, it went as good as it could! george cracking jokes every now and again to help relieve the tension

♡ as you and george are leaving, your father asks to have a quick word in private with george…

୨୧ he simply tells him to look after you and treat you well <3

♡ if he didn’t… well, let’s just say he told george a list of things he’d do to him and walked him out of the room, george whiter than a sheet of paper

୨୧ it took him spending a christmas with you guys to fully realise that yeah, actually your father is just a teddy bear underneath all of the brutal shit

“ did he like the lego set i got him? i couldn’t tell, love… ” ( your father loved it, obviously… )

♡ when word got out that you two were dating… oh boy, twitter went insane

୨୧ two completely different communities colliding to ask the same question “ what the fuck? ” whilst people who were in both communities were having the time of their lives

♡ your father and your boyfriend having the same name is something you all poke fun at very often <3

୨୧ george is almost always at your concerts!

♡ usually with headphones on because he still isn’t completely used to how loud they are but he’s getting there :,)

୨୧ when you come off stage, you usually have a sore throat and a head rush from head banging, both of which george helps to relive in any way he can whilst praising your performance

♡ when you were 15, your father brought you on stage at one of his concerts to do the vocals for one of the songs, it’s one of your favourite memories from your childhood and luckily there’s a lot of video evidence of it happening

୨୧ when you showed george the videos, he was in shock… you were such a cool teenager… you would’ve absolutely been able to beat his teenage self up so bad…

“ bloody hell, look at you go! you had a deeper voice than me… ” ( you did, you still kind of do and you both find it so funny )

♡ maybe death metal isn’t something in his day to day playlist but he’s so supportive! whenever you’re practicing vocals in the house, he’ll pop into your soundproofed room to check if you need a drink or any ice to soothe your throat

୨୧ or even just coming to admire your for a bit…

♡ you get approval on how brutal a lyric is by showing it to george!

୨୧ if he makes a face whilst reading it then it’s decided to be brutal enough for your song <3 he’s just happy to help, even if it means reading things that make him feel a little sick

♡ you guys very quickly become a fan favourite couple just due to how different you are… a lot of jokes are made but people seriously just love you

୨୧ because you basically ONLY wear combat boots, more often than not, your feet hurt like hell after a day at the paddock with george…

♡ he tries to convince you to wear a different pair of shoes but you don’t budge <3

୨୧ so usually, when you’re home or in his drivers room, he’ll give you the best foot massage known to man

♡ i can see you getting along best with lewis! both of you are musical souls, even if you’re in very different genres…

୨୧ he definitely has major respect for the metal scene and he just thinks you’re such a talented person and always likes listening to you talk about a new project

♡ something you like to do for george is make him custom CDs! you’ll burn songs that you think he’ll like onto it

୨୧ he’s never gotten over it, he thinks it’s literally the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for him and always has at least two of them in his car and drivers room

♡ you probably did some voice work for metalocalypse alongside your father and every year for your birthday, deathklok sends you one of their infamous birthday cakes and a card!

୨୧ george thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and always demands to be the one to take a picture of you holding it up next to the card

“ oh! what card is it this time, love? is that hello kitty? bloody hell… right, let me take a picture ” ( it was my little pony the year before, that one was his favourite )

♡ literally no one can get over how george ended up with someone like you… he dresses so proper and you dress so boyish… his hair is always perfect and your hair is always messy… he’s so polite and you don’t hold back

୨୧ but it just works and you’re so happy with each other

♡ and you know you’ll be happy with each other for a long, long time…

[ratsummer]

Lads I do not remember if I read about this from one of you on Tumblr or if I was talking to my bestie or if perhaps I was just daydreaming all along BUT I have not been able to stop thinking about the ghouls needing to have their claws trimmed on tour and their different reactions 😭 like fully I am imagining Copia sitting on the bus with fucking dog nail clippers because they've been touring long enough that their claws have grown back out and it's time to knock them back before they get to their next hotel. Please if someone has made a post about this send it to me I feel that I'm losing my mind!!! Anyway, here's how I think each of the ghouls behave!!!

Aurora: The goodest girl. Perfect princess. Only whines a little until Papa gives her a little piece of candy to suck on for her trim. She gets a little kiss on her head after each snip, so by the end she's purring and happy swishing her tail. She's a treasure.

Rain: A bit fussy, but overall just about as perfect a princess as Aurora. He'll try to yank out of Copia’s grip here and there if he thinks he has the clipper up too high on his claw. He doesn't mind trimming them a bit but Papa can you PLEASE leave them a LITTLE long??? Also gets lots of kisses, a nice pat on the butt when he's sent away to get the next in line.

Cirrus: She's very good and still, but SUPER tense because she hate hate hates the sound and the feeling of the nail trimmers snapping her claws off. It makes her skin absolutely crawl. She wears headphones and listens to music and it helps, but she does have a low growl going the whole time, tail lashing a bit. Copia goes very quickly for her, and then she gets a nice shoulder massage and kisses.

Mountain: A bit like Cirrus, the feeling bugs him a lot. His ears flick with each snip, and he will whine about it. He's gotten MUCH better at not flinching though, which Copia's once-bruised ribs are very grateful for. But Copia is very good at what he does and it's over quickly. He always makes a nice cup of tea before he trims Mounty's claws so he can send him off to relax right after.

Cumulus: This girlie does not appreciate a nail trim. She tries very hard to wheedle out of it. Oh, Papa, I have to go to the bathroom, my stomach is bugging me. Oh, Papa, I need a snack first. Oh, Papa... could we spend some alone time together first~ I need you~ Copia does have to get stern with her sometimes. It's just a few moments, my love. Come now, be a good ghoul for your Papa. And she will... but her tail is twitchy and she's pouting and whining the whole time.

Swiss: Truly a good boy! Doesn't mind a trim. It's a bit annoying, but he likes the attention from Copia. Copia also is a bit more fussy with Swiss' claws, as they tend to be a bit dryer and more brittle than the others (tour kinda dries him out), so he's grateful Swiss is good. He's always sure to rub in some good cream and file and shape them a bit so they don't snag and snap on anything. Swiss is purring the entire time, leaning in for an affectionate nuzzle or head bump here and there. Papa showers him with affection the whole time, praising his sweet ghoul, let's take care of you, my beloved.

Phantom: Pathetic. The saddest, wettest eyes. Acts like Papa is mad at him and this is his horrible, wretched punishment. He slinks in, tail wrapped tight around his leg. He kind of ragdolls too, making it hard to maneuver him for a good trim. Copia is patient with him though, believes he'll be fine with it someday as long as his experiences are always calm and gentle. Phantom gets to sit in Papa's lap for his nail trims, held close and cuddled the entire time. Like Rory, he gets a kiss between each snip, but also back rubs, soft reassurances, lots of praise. Eventually he discovers Phantom is perfectly happy and content to sit still and purr in Papa's lap during his trim if they get to listen to music together or if Copia turns on a video for Phantom to watch during his trim.

Dew: Oh, the problem ghoul. He has come a looooooong way. This poor ghoul used to not be able to get through a nail trim without a sedative and a muzzle and an extra set of hands to help hold him still. He would beg and plead to not have to do it, I'll be good Papa I promise I promise I will be so careful not to scratch up the hotel bedding or the towels or the floors! He hates the sound, he hates the feeling, but most of all he hates disappointing Papa. So now, Dew gets to wait until they make it to their hotel, and he can take a long, hot shower to relax and soften his claws a bit beforehand. Papa just holds him for a while and takes deep breaths with him. Waits for his tail to go still, or just a single thump here and there. Sometimes they have to wait a few minutes between each clip for Dew to calm back down. When he's all done Papa absolutely spoils him. They cuddle up and turn on a calm movie, Dew gets back rubs and praise and smooches.

(Aether, who trims Dew's claws at home, HAS accused him of faking it for attention. Dew vehemently denies it, of course.)

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 — @parmesanunlimited ♡

You want a partner that makes you feel safe and protected, as well as joke around with you. Well, Ruggie would be that partner for you! Strength isn't a word that most would use to describe Ruggie, but he is protective of his loved ones and would do anything in his power to make sure nothing harms them. He's also quite the jokester, and has a similar sense of humor as you, so you both would often work each other into laughing fits just by being around each other. His personality is different enough from yours, but not too different that you both would be able to have a fun relationship where the both of you complement each other.

♡ Developing a genuine friendship with Ruggie took time, as you find shallow relationships exhausting but struggle to open up. Furthermore, given Ruggie's background, he doesn't get close to people often, and doesn't really believe in or know how to navigate relationships that aren't based on some kind of deal. Getting to know him took a long time and many conversations in between. Still, you couldn't help but notice when you touched his heart sometimes. When his eyes would shine with more earnesty and a bit of vulnerability whenever he shared something with you he wouldn't share with just anyone. Bit by bit, the both of you bared yourselves to each other.

♡ He would love to hear about your interests! He wouldn't judge you at all, nor mind having long conversations with you about analysing stories and characters. He loves this analytical part of your personality actually, and how you have the desire to gain a deeper understanding of the stories and characters you experience. Just don't expect him to be able to keep up with you. He's good at listening, not so much analysing things and discussing his thoughts with you. He'll make up for it by complimenting your thought process almost constantly.

♡ Like you, Ruggie likely also has a disorganised attachment style. Still, the both of you try to trust and be at ease with each other. It's a learning process. He's very fond of you, and that fact is obvious to everyone when they see him doing stuff for you for free, like carrying your things or bringing you snacks. Besides his studies, he's kept busy by Leona. But knowing how you value quality time, especially before you became comfortable with physical contact, he tries his best to make time for you. Once you're comfortable with physical touch, you'll find that he loves it too. The both of you often hold hands, sit together, cling to each other. Not to mention, frequent cuddles!

⋘ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⋙

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──・──・・♡ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐨 (𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐔)

Having a guitar would be nice.

The nights are cold all year around, sometimes just colder than usual. Making a campfire while you rest for the night has been part of your routine for the past few weeks. Electricity isn't available everywhere and must be preserved, for your wristwatch that has a GPS function. If your wristwatch was to go dead or be broken, you wouldn't be able to find your way home. The moon and stars have long since been hidden away for good behind layers of cloudy smog, the work of decades of pollution reaching its peak before you were even born.

You turn on your music player, plugging your earphones in as you start to hum the first song out loud. Its battery won't last long, only one hour at most. But you can't charge it until you reach the nearest town in the morning. You sigh. It's at times like this that you wish guitars survived the apocalypse, so you or a certain someone with you could play it while singing next to the campfire, singing the chill of the night away. You were shown a video when you were younger, of people gathered around a big campfire, singing heartily while a man played the guitar. Your father had called it a "camping ritual". Apparently people from before the apocalypse did camping for fun, because most of the time they lived in nice houses with electricity and water supplied straight to their homes. You can't imagine camping for "fun". In this day and age, camping is a necessity, a way of life.

"Brooding all by yourself again?" A playful voice speaks up behind you.

There's no need for you to turn around. Ruggie plops himself down beside you, his knee brushing against yours. "What is it this time? The book you were reading just now? Your music player being on the verge of death? My horrible cooking?"

You laugh. "No, not really, and no. Hey, your cooking is great!"

He crosses his arms, tilting his head. "Hmm... So something to do with music. What could it be?"

You pull your knees up to your chest, looking back at the fire. "It's just... I was thinking about guitars. Having one right now would be nice. For singing by the campfire."

"Ohh." He nods once, twice. "But they'd never survive in this wasteland, with all the dust floating around."

"I know. I'm just saying it would be nice."

He pauses. You're not sure why he looks so hesitant, it's not like you're upset or anything. Eventually, he speaks up again. "Welp. It's okay. We can still sing together."

"How? Are you going to start drumming your legs?" You tease.

"No..." He drawls, scooting closer and gently pulling one of your earbuds out, then slotting it into his ear. "Though that doesn't sound like a bad idea. As long as I recognize the song, we can sing together."

You "hm" agreeably, leaning into his shoulder. Soon, your voices waft into the air, chasing away the silent atmosphere, the chill of the night.

[dynamic-swap-au-archive]

I'd like to offer gorillaz fans (and Potential gorillaz fans) another resource that I've spent over a year creating and perfecting.

The Gorillaz !

This playlist is, to the best of my ability, Every Single piece of gorillaz content that can be found on youtube in story order.

all of the music videos, all of the indents, all of the interviews, animations, radio shows, news specials, podcasts, audio books, tiktoks, Everything.

on top of that ! I made the decision to include select fan content! because Frankly the gorillaz fandom is unimaginably talented and creative. this includes Fully animating several music videos that were cancelled, but given to us in animatic form, original animations, animatics, and storyboards, fan visualizers and recreations of live visuals, even voice fan dubs for written material like the interviews and novels.

and more than that, with the (incredible) fan content that was available I've Also been able to flesh out the stories of each phase! a decision I made due to the plastic beach, the third album, never getting to finish the story officially (leading to the band breaking up and coming back 7 years later).

I'm so proud of what I've been able to do with it ! and even happier to share the picture I've been able to make as a whole :>

below the cut I'm going to include several other playlists that are based on this one, but made to be more digestible and less intimidating for newcomers ! as well as many other resources to fill in the gaps that this playlist can't ! (namely the written material)

thank you ! and I hope I can share something I love with all of you !

First is the simplest ! all of the music videos in order ! (plus a Few indents, because I can't help myself): [Link]

this obviously means that you lose out on quite a bit of context, as much of who the characters are as People and their relationships together are in the extra material (especially the shorts and interviews). BUT

this is the most Accessible, and also really convenient if you just want to vibe to the music. if you're not sure if you want to commit this kind of time to a cartoon band, consider checking this out! you may find yourself interested enough to learn more, or you may just have a good time and feel satisfied with what you've seen ! either way I'd be honored to have helped :>

Second, the Midpoint between these two extremes !: Phase 1-3 [Link] Phase 4-7 [Link]

these Include extra material like the shorts and animation, but Cuts Out some of the longer content like the podcasts and interviews! you can still get a pretty good idea about what happens in the story of each phase watching this, but it's not bogged down by videos that are hours long.

it'll give you a clearer picture of what's going on, include fun side content, while being less intimidating than the Full playlist. this is what I use to show my friends gorillaz !

alright, so you've got just the music videos and just the short stuff, now lets try just the Long stuff. all of the interviews, radio shows, podcasts, Etc: [Link]

maybe you've used my last playlists and now you'd like to listen to some of those long form videos you missed out on. maybe you just want to listen to these characters talk because it's Nice. either way, it's all here :> (I know, because I had to upload some of them myself)

Pirate Radio: [Link]

it's all here with One technical exception. pirate radio was the serial radio show for plastic beach/phase 3, that gave us insight into murdoc's frame of mind as a character. it Also used copywriten music. the reuploads on youtube cut the music out (likely because they wouldn't be available otherwise), while this google drive has the full unedited audio files if anyone would be interested!

this one may seem redundant, but I promise it isn't. All of the gorillaz albums in order: [Link]

this playlist (for the most part) doesn't Have any visuals, it's Only the music.

likewise, all of the music in the previous playlists are only those songs that Have visuals (official or fan made), which means not all of gorillaz's music is present! which is exactly what this is for :>

you have every album in order, filling in the gaps of what's been missed, As Well As special albums that are Associated with gorillaz, and gorillaz' guest appearances in other people's music !

now we're out of my playlists and into other resources :>

Lobotomy Pop: [Link]

this is a website that's worked for years to preserve and organize Every Single written interview gorillaz has ever done ! it's an invaluable resource and really just very cool.

it also categorizes several other things ! such as listing out all of the personal playlists the gorillaz members have put out over the years, or every profile that's ever been written for the characters ! it's very much so worth checking out as a fan.

Gorillaz Art Archive: [Link]

exactly what is says on the tin ! this is a google drive that's attempting to archive Every Single piece of official gorillaz art that was released from phase 1 in 2001, to phase 5 in 2018. it is Massive and it's such a joy to have access to

The Kong Files: [Link]

if you were wondering why the art archive stopped at 2018, this would be why ! the kong files has much the same goal, but instead picking up at phase 6 and continuing on Theoretically forever ! or at least it's kept up with all of phase 7

that said ! the kong files is attempting to document Everything relating to those phases. so all of the social media, all of the music videos, all of the written text, Everything !

I wouldn't try to Only use this for watching phase 6 and 7, but it's an Excellent resource for everything that could fall between the cracks

Rise of the Ogre on Archive dot Com: [Link]

rise of the ogre was an official novel released at the end of demon days (the second album/phase 2), that covered the entire history of the band up until that point! their backstories, how they met each other, what they'd gotten up to in the 10 years they'd known each other, and the shocking event that happened at the very end of the phase and the band's reaction to it. all leading in to plastic beach, (arguably) the Most story heavy phase of them all.

as I understand it, this novel has been out of print for a very long time and is quite expensive to buy second hand. so ! it's been scanned and uploaded here to the archive! there's actually several more scans available in the gorillaz art archive, but this is the most recent (having been uploaded just earlier this year).

Dawn of the Ogre: [Link]

dawn of the ogre is the fanmade sequel to rise of the ogre, attempting to fill in the gaps of what happened at the end of phase 3, the 7 year gap, and up to the (then) newest point of canon.

this is, of course, unofficial. so this is essentially fancy fanfiction. But it's extremely well done fanfiction that happens to be novel length, attempting to emulate the style of the original novel, and is fully illustrated. along with being available completely for free!

I'd definitely give it a shot, if you're the type of person who's already read rise of the ogre

the gorillaz wiki !: [Link]

I have no clue what the fandom thinks about it, but it was absolutely invaluable both in making my playlist, and becoming a fan at all. with all the work I've done my hope is that people won't need to go digging for themselves, but the Option is certainly always nice !

I'd Especially like to highlight this page [Link] which has transcriptions for all of the pirate radio show episodes !

I feel like there's a lot to find here :>

and of course, my own dynamic swap au archive! [Link]

if you've fallen in love with gorillaz and are desperate for more to sink your teeth into, then I couldn't recommend this enough !

keep in mind that these resources will continue updating ! as new music is created and new fan content is made! I'm keeping my eyes out on a fan project for a fully animated mv right now that I'm sure will make it to my playlists one day :>

[centralnavigation]

google's ad for its ai (gemini..?) includes people asking questions like they would their friends. "Can I swap mayonnaise for greek yogurt?" "What kind of spider is this?" "How do I wash this thing?"

google’s ad for it's new smartphone includes this photo-taking system that allows you to take a photo of your friend, pass the phone to them and then include yourself in the photo, effectively discouraging human interaction. What is so wrong about asking a stranger to take a photo?And miss me with that social anxiety shit because you know what i’m trying to talking about here.

there are so many reasons why we should not be involving ai so heavily in our day-to-day lives, and this is another one. Google, the Big Tech corp. Google, is literally trying to get us to stop talking to others. To stop asking our friends for advice, to stop asking our parents or older family members an alternative binding agent in a recipe, to stop us from have our independence to figure out through trial and error or just looking it up. It’s very easy to get sucked into the convenience, therefore unproductive to beat yourself up about it. What’s important is you try and reduce what you can, and where you can. This can be said about so many things, even though we’re talking about tech right now.

Start with screentime limits. Delete any accounts that are ai-centered (chatgpt etc.). While Meta and others get increasingly ai dependent, delete what makes sense. I deleted Facebook because I never use it, and I’ve set a 1 hour limit on Instagram. I won’t be deleting it because I get a lot of news about protests and rallies in my area, so connection-wise it makes sense (and it takes less than an hour to get that info anyway lol). I don’t have Twitter, no Tiktok. I still watch a lot of Youtube, and here I am on Tumblr.

Wanna get craycray? Buy a mp3 player and learn how to put your music on that, and stop paying for a music service. Super easy to find a good product with a good return policy on Ebay.

This convenience only feels so good and necessary because of the terrors they created.

We used to be able to pause any video player, and if it buffered long enough, it would always play.

Burning CD’s was once super common knowledge.

Social Media used to be computer-only.

We used to be able to leave the house with less fear of being recorded in some nonconsesual capacity.

Do not let them rob us blind.

[imsparklingunicorn]

Treasure Smut Headcanons

This has been sitting in the back of my head for so long, I just had to put this down.

Theme : Sex drive (Hyung-line only) - what are their sex drive like; low, normal, high or very high.

Pairing : Treasure Hyung-line Members x Female reader

Explicit content below

Hyunsuk – Normal to High

For Hyunsuk, he seems to be the type of person who is a workaholic but will never reject if his girl wants it. If you are horny and wants him, he’ll give it to you and he will give it good. Also, he will make sure that sex is always in the list for special occasion i.e. anniversaries, birthdays etc. On these days, he can lasts longer than usual and he can go for more rounds if you want to. Not afraid to try new things too whether it be new positions, toys etc. If you want to try it, he is open to do so.

Jihoon – High to Very high

This man is always energetic. You need to have as much sex drive as him if not higher. Never one to say no to sex and always asking if he hasn’t had his share for the day. You and him are the type of people who needs to do it at least once a day. Always open to try new positions, games, toys you name it but if he doesn't like the idea, he is very vocal about it too. He is also someone who can go for multiple rounds. There is very high possibility, you might not be able to walk the next day.

Yoshi – Normal to High

Very similar to Hyunsuk, not one to ask for it but never rejects if you want it. If he does want to do it, he will ask but in his unique and shy way which may just flew by you. A very romantic person and probably not someone who will be the one initiating to try something new. Although he does appear to be open and adventurous but you need to initiate the idea and he will jump into it rather enthusiastically. He will go for a few rounds at one time but most of the time, that one round is enough as he will give his all to you.

Junkyu – High

This man enjoys sex as making love is literally his inspiration to creating beautiful masterpieces of music and melody. He is the type who will have a background music when making love to you and he is also kinky. He probably has some kind of fetish. He may not want it everyday but he does want to do it as often as he can just go for a round or two. Trying new toys or positions, this one doesn't need you to ask as he will the one asking and showing you videos or the toys he bought and somehow charms you to try it.

Jaehyuk – Normal

Jaehyuk is all about romance and giving the best for you. If you want it, he won't ask you again, he will get it on but for this man, he is not the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type. He is all about making love complement with perfectly planned ambience i.e. lighting, candles, dinner, pillow talks etc. Making you feel special first before proceeding with the sex. Can do a few rounds too like Jihoon but is more driven to connect emotionally with his partner rather than physically.

Asahi – Normal to high

This quiet comedian looks like someone who is full of surprises including his drive in bed. He appears to be someone who are both will do it when you are horny and will initiate it if he is horny. Have thoughts about trying new things but contemplates a lot about it and have deeper conversation with you about it first before making a final decision on trying it out or not. Don’t be surprise if this man can go a few rounds and probably wouldn’t mind doing it everyday either. He may also have a fetish of some kind too most probably foot fetish.