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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 4 months ago

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Made A Beautiful Mess, I Guess

Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 4: Collars

Summary: Steven has a surprise.

A/N: Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for fixing my typos and rambles and the mess I made.

Warnings: swearing, collars, sub!Steven (but cheeky), oral (both receiving), dry humping, lube, butt plugs, 69, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 3006

Steven shifts a little, sinking his teeth into his thumbnail. He moves again, adjusting his position on the bed as he fiddles with the open box in front of him.

He shouldn’t have bought this.

Shame burns low in his chest, igniting his anxiety further. Faintly, in the very back of his head he can feel Marc stirring. It’s not often now that they aren’t in constant communication with each other, but he doesn’t want his input at the moment.

“Vegan bacon.” He mutters quietly to Marc, his signal that he’s fine but needs a little alone time.

He can feel Marc’s thumbs up, hazy and distant as he fades further back and away.

“Thanks, mate.” He whispers out loud and sighs.

He really shouldn’t have bought this.

“Hi!” You call out cheerily as you open the door and put your bag down, pulling off your shoes quickly. “I…”

You pause as you see Steven jump, almost cat-like in his sudden panic. He spins around on the bed, eyes wide and panicked like you’d just caught him with his hands in the cookie jar.

You look at him, “You okay?”

“Yes, hi– hi Love!” He jumps up from the bed, hands behind his back, then looks to the bed, to the box on top of the covers. Then back to you. He swallows. “How, how are you? How were the shops? Good, yeah? Always good those corner shops, always tip top. That’s a funny saying, isn’t it? Tip top, tip top. Wonder where that came from, I mean it makes sense, doesn’t it? The highest, you know? The top? So the best and-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you take a step forward, your voice soothing and kind.

He freezes, rabbit in the headlights as you get closer and then dramatically looks to the box on the bed.

“What’s in the box, Steven?” You somehow manage to resist turning the question into a Seven reference.

“I… erm…” He swallows, his shoulders slumping. “Nothing?”

“Are you asking me?”

He sighs, “No, love, I’m sorry.” He sits down on the edge of the mattress, looking very sorry for himself.

You walk over, sitting down next to him softly and purposefully ignoring every screaming urge to look at the box’s contents.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, leaning your shoulder against his to invite physical contact.

“I…” He shakes his head, screwing up his eyes. “This is so stupid, I’m sorry, I’m making a big deal out of this, aren’t I? Yes.”

“It’s okay, it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” You pat his thigh soothingly.

He nods glumly for a moment before he turns and grabs the box behind him and hands it to you.

He stares at his fingers, nervously fiddling with the skin around his thumbnail.

What’s in the box, is not what you were expecting. To be honest, you weren’t actually sure what you were expecting, but still.

Inside, wrapped in pretty tissue paper, was a collar with a large metal loop stitched onto the front. There were also matching wrist and ankle cuffs, the latter of which were connected by a spreader bar.

“These are nice.” You say gently as you admire them.

Steven groans, squirming a little and putting his head in his hands.

“What?” You can’t keep the little smile out of your voice at the sound of his whine. “Steven?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“You’re taking the piss.” He grumbles through his fingers.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Steven,” you put the box down on the floor so you can kneel on the bed and lean closer to him. You kiss his cheek. “I am not taking the piss, mick, or anything out of you.”

It takes a moment but he looks at you through a gap in his fingers. “It’s stupid.”

You shake your head.

“I should have talked to you first.”

Your expression softens, “Why? You don’t need my permission to buy things?”

“No, but,” He sits up a little, moving his body fully to face you. “I… I don’t know if you want to use them with me… I should have asked if you were interested in…”

“In tying you up?” You ask with a smile.

He blushes a little, a faint hint of pink highlighting his cheeks and the very tip of his ears. “Yeah.”

You kiss his cheek, a giddy feeling settling in your stomach. “I’ll tie you up.”

Steven swallows, the audible gulp echoing around the room.

For a long moment, you watch him, raking your eyes over his face and form as he squirms softly under the weight of your gaze.

“Strip.” You finally say, your voice low but commanding.

He jumps to his feet instantly, hurriedly undoing his belt buckle and pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, semi hard already as he kicks his trousers off his feet and pulls off his shirt and top.

You have to put a steadying hand on his hip to help him to keep his balance, and stop him from cracking his head open on the side table. His skin is warm, practically vibrating under your touch as anticipation shivers and flutters in his stomach.

When, in record time, he’s bare, you give him a second to breathe, to look at you with darkening eyes before you nod your head nonchalantly to the bed.

He practically jumps onto it, wiggling into the middle on his back and giving you an eager grin. His anxiety having completely jumped out of the window the second you said you were on board.

You snort, grabbing the ankle straps and spreader out of the box and kneeling on the bed. He parts his legs immediately, giving his hips an extra jiggle as he moves to make his cock bounce.

“You’re so naughty, Steven.” You giggle and he nods rapidly.

“So naughty, love. I deserve to be put in my place, have some kind of punishment.”

“Oh really?” You take hold of his left leg and secure the cuff.

“Definitely.” He gives you a cheeky wink.

“Is that okay?” You check as you buckle the fastening, “Not too tight?”

He shivers as you pull the fastening, swallows, and then wiggles his foot. “Nah, all good, feels right.”

You nod, “Okay,” and take hold of his other ankle. “Let me know though, straight away, if it becomes uncomfortable in a non sexy way.”

He mirrors your nod, his cock twitching. “I promise. Straight away.”

“Good.” You smile, enjoying how he lets you manhandle him a little as you adjust the spreader once both feet are secured and move him into the position you want.

He bites his lip as he smiles, watching you gleefully as you get up and move to his wrists. He holds them out to you instantly, holding them steady as you put on the bracelet cuffs and shivering again as you tighten them.

You notice how his dick twitches again, how hard it has grown. But you don’t comment on it.

Slowly you move his hands over the top of his head and attach the chain to his right wrist, threading it through the headboard a few times before clipping the end onto his left.

“That okay?”

He gives a soft experimental tug, there’s a fraction of movement in the position he’s in, and he nods and smiles, “Perfect.”

“Alright, do you want a pillow under your head?”

He shakes his head.

“I’m gonna put one under your hips though, is that okay?”

He nods.

“Okay,” you grab one from the top of the bed, the memory foam one that you know he likes, and slide it underneath him, making sure his lower back is supported. Steven helps as much as he can in his position, arching up and wriggling into place.

You straddle his thighs, purposefully trying your best to avoid touching his leaking cock, so you can lean down and put on the collar.

Steven’s breathing hitches, his eyelids heavy as he raises his head to assist. You pull it closed, about to fasten the metal buckle when he whispers.

“Tighter, please.”

His heartbeat echoes along the rich length of his dick, his plump bottom lip pouted out ever so slightly as he breathes hard.

“Of course.” You kiss his nose and he groans, the sound increasing in volume as you tighten the collar. “How’s that?”

“Good.” He moans, the sound is strained, but not from the difficulty of talking.

“Good.” You mirror, looking over him for a moment all spread out and tied up for you. The only thing that’s missing is a sleek, bright ribbon in a bow around his chest. Then it would be perfect.

You give the metal loop on the collar a soft, experimental tug that has his back arching and pliant moans eagerly leaving his lips.

Steven whines a little as you get up, watching you intently as you open the side drawer and pull out a few things. You hold up the vibrating butt plug to him with an eyebrow raised and he nods rapidly again.

“Yes, please.”

You smile and kiss his forehead, nuzzling into his hair for a moment before you sit back on the bed by his feet and get comfortable.

It takes you a good thirty seconds longer than necessary for you to settle. Just amping up Steven’s waiting time until see a tiny tremor run through his stomach muscles, then you flick open the bottle of lube and coat the butt plug liberally.

Steven shivers at the sound of the lube, a practically Pavlovian response at this point.

The plug is a light sky blue, the kind that wouldn’t look out of place on a crisp winter’s day and it’s not particularly wide. You know from experience that Steven can handle much, much bigger without any problem, and that this toy, in particular, he likes to take without any prep. How he enjoys the sensation of being slowly stretched open with it, how his thighs shake and voice catches when you turn it on and let the vibrations drive him to the highest of pleasures.

Steven shivers as you press the bulbous tip against his entrance, raising his knees to make the access easier.

He gasps as you push, twisting it slightly back and forth as you ease it past his tight ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck, love, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he squirms as much as he can, his hips bucking shallowly as you fit the plug inside and it settles against his prostate.

You grin wickedly, a dampness growing between your legs as you watch him writhe. “Right spot?” You tease.

“Yep, yes, yep, definitely, perfect, oh!” He groans, his eyes rolling back as you turn it on. The vibrations hum around the room, a low hum that has Steven gasping and shuddering instantly. No matter how many times you used the toy he never fully got used to the feeling of it, the deep buzz that fans out in his stomach and spreads rapidly along his veins.

You enjoy the sight before you for a moment before you stand, rolling your neck and stretching your arms. For a moment you consider going to the bathroom, or at least somewhere out of Steven’s line of sight, to listen to his sweet sounds in private.

“Please,” he says so gently, his eyebrows pitched together, seemingly having read your mind. “Please, stay here and,” he groans, closing his eyes for a second, “please, your turn to strip?” He blinks heavily, knowing you can’t resist it when he pulls that expression, that you would do practically anything he asked.

You let out a small laugh and click your tongue, “You’re not playing fair Grant.”

He flutters his eyelashes at you. “What do you mean? I always play fair.”

“Liar.” You chastise and he grins widely as you begin to pull off your shirt.

You strip slowly, making more of a show of it than is completely necessary, but savouring the little pants and moans that escape from Steven’s lips. How they slowly grow louder and louder as more of your skin is exposed to the air.

When your bra joins the rest of your clothes on the floor his groan is guttural and deep, his arm muscles tense as you slowly rub your breasts, teasing your nipples until they harden under your fingers.

“Ugghhh, love…” He licks his lips as he watches you greedily. “Want them in my mouth, please.”

You giggle and shake your head. “You don’t get to boss me around.”

He lets out a frustrated moan. “I’m not ordering, I’m asking nicely.”

But you chuckle again, “I know your plans Steven, I know how you cheat to get your way.” You tap your fingers along his ribs as you speak, punctuating each word.

He groans again, pretending to pout but unable to fully hide his smile. “Meanie.”

“Oh,” you take off your panties, now completely naked, “I’ll show you mean.”

He gulps, his eyes shining with excitement.

You climb on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips as you settle down to rest your soaking folds along his warm length. You can feel the vibrations running along his skin.

He hisses, his eyes rolling back for a second as your pussy makes contact. “Mmmm, yes, that’s it.”

You know what he expects, for you to rise up and take him in hand, to line him up and slowly sink down. But you don’t.

His eyes open quickly at the sound of you opening the lube bottle again.

“Love?”

“Hmm?” You pretend to ignore him as you pour some on the tips of your fingers and slowly reach down and circle your clit.

You gasp at the slight coolness, leaning back and putting your free hand on the bed between his legs to keep your balance.

He groans, gasping. “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he bucks his hips a little, his chest heaving as you rub between your legs, slowly grinding back and forth against his cock and coating him in your slick.

“Fuck, all nice and hot and wet,” he bites his lip between his teeth, holding his head up as far as he can to watch you fuck yourself. “Mmmmmm, love, god yes, feel so good rubbing against me.” He gasps, his voice rising at the end as he feels your pussy and thighs twitch.

He looks up at you with desperation, breathing rapidly as heat begins to build at your core.

“Love, love, fuck, please look at me?”

You do exactly as he asks straight away.

“Oh god yes, thank you, thank you, does it feel nice? Do you feel good?”

You nod, a soft whine bubbling in your chest.

He swallows, his voice thick, “Rise up for a second, yeah? Put more lube along my dick and then rub against it more, really fuck yourself against it.”

You nod again, your body moving to do exactly what he asks before your brain has even registered the words. You sit up, grab the lube and practically empty half the bottle along his thick cock and heavy balls.

Steven shivers, the coolness quickly easing as you use your hand to spread it liberally. “Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it. All nice and slippery for you. Come back on.”

He bites his lip as you settle back into position, “Lean forward this time love, yeah?” He whispers, his voice thick.

You shift, putting your hands either side of his head and he groans approvingly as your pussy rests against his cock.

“Can you keep your balance on one hand?” He asks.

You nod again, your mind thick with a hazy lust. “I think so.”

“Okay, good, so that and pull on my collar with your other hand, yeah?”

You take hold of the loop softly, tugging just enough for him to whine.

“Oh fuck, god, yeah, just like that.” He moans long and hard as you start to rub your slit against him, up and down, your slick leaking out and mixing with the lube.

“Pussy feels so good,” he chokes out, “always so sweet and dripping and just ready for me.” He whines, rocking his body against you and gasping when you moan loudly.

You pick up your pace, your muscles tensing under the strain of your rapid movements.

“Gonna come love? Gonna come from fucking yourself on my cock?” He wriggles underneath you, his voice thick as you give the collar another harsh tug that goes straight to his dick and makes his balls draw up. “Oh love,” he whines, “gonna make me come, gonna make such a mess and, and,” he hiccups, trying to keep a hold of himself but the glide of your against him is too much. And when your spine bends, letting out a deep moan of pleasure he sobs and shoots his load all over both of your stomachs, his mind whiting out.

You gasp, muscles twitching as you come hard, the euphoria exploding along your skin and momentarily paralysing you in place.

It takes you a moment to come back to yourself, breathing hard and bucking shallowly, spreading more lube and both of your releases all over your chests and stomachs.

Steven gives you a sugary sweet smile, blissed out as you sit up, lean back and turn off the vibrations.

“Mmm, thank you love,” he wriggles a little, biting his lip. “I think, maybe, I could come again.”

“You want to keep playing?” You smile.

He nods eagerly, “Do I want to keep playing? Of course, I do.”

You giggle and get up, changing your position so that you’re on all fours facing his cock, your pussy by his lips.

“Make me come again too.” You whisper as you lean forward, take his semi hard cock in your hand and flick your tongue over the tip, swallowing down some of his release.

Steven whines, gasping before he buries his face into your heat.

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black-arcana · 10 days ago

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ARCH ENEMY's ALISSA WHITE-GLUZ On Touring The World On A Vegan Diet: 'It Is Totally Possible'

In an interview with Metal Magnitude at last month's Metal Hall Of Fame in Anaheim, California, ARCH ENEMY singer Alissa White-Gluz, who is vegan and straight edge, was asked if it's difficult for her to maintain her lifestyle while she is on tour. She responded (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I've been touring for about 20 years and I've been vegan for 25 years and vegetarian before that, so I've definitely seen it become way easier. I've done it all across the world, with language barriers and cultural barriers and lack of time or money or transportation, and I'm still able to do it. So I have to say it is totally possible.

"Moby, obviously, is a well-spoken animal rights activist as well, and he's a friend of mine, and so he did this documentary ['Punk Rock Vegan Movie'] sort of diving into the connection between the punk mentality and, by extension, the metal mentality and veganism. And I think it's a really cool aspect and an interesting facet of the movement."

Apart from her musical acclaim, Alissa is a passionate advocate for animal rights. She has been vegetarian since birth, and vegan since the 1990s, and her dedication to animal rights is evident in her collaborations with various animal welfare organizations and her outspoken stance on issues related to animal exploitation, aligning her musical career with a fervent commitment to creating awareness and promoting compassion for all living beings.

Alissa's distinctive blend of artistry and activism has garnered widespread acclaim, earning her recognition as a trailblazer in the realm. As an influential figure in both the metal community and the animal rights movement, White-Gluz remains steadfast in her commitment to creating a more compassionate and just world for all beings.

During the 2023 edition of the Tuska festival in Helsinki, Finland, Alissa was asked by Kiki of the "Bleeding Metal" podcast if her activism is part of her identity. Alissa responded: "Yeah, absolutely. I mean, I am an activist before I'm a musician even. That's really what drives me forward every single day, is hoping that in some way my existence on this planet can make it a little bit better for everybody else who is currently existing on the planet and who will exist in the future. And that's first and foremost animal rights."

Asked if she would describe that as her purpose in life then even, Alissa said: "I don't know if people have, like, a purpose in life. I think it's nice to think that we do. I don't really know if we actually do. I think someone's purpose in life can just be whatever they attach themselves to — you know, whatever drives them forward. It doesn't have to be some big grandiose thing. But with that definition, then yes, I would say that it's my purpose. Yeah."

As for what her activism entails, Alissa said: "For me, I mean, I don't look at it as a job or something that I can really detail out because if I did, I would do that and not this. So it's really just… Deep down inside, I love animals. I think it's amazing that we share this planet with so many different, uncountable species in the sky, in the water, on land, these amazing creatures. They look different than us. They have different abilities than us. I mean, a fish can just live underwater; we would drown. You know what I mean? Like, just even simple things like this. A bird just flies. They just jump off a building and then fly. I still have this childlike awe over animals that can do this. And I think it's so sad that we have built an industry that doesn't care about that and actually only cares about profiting off of exploiting animals. And so as much as possible, I like to just show people that you don't have to take part in those industries. You can actually still have all the things that you wanna have in life — everything that you like; your food, your makeup, your whatever — you can still have all those things without involving animals at all. And now, actually, I've been more and more involved in the tech space when it comes to this. So there's some really cool innovations happening in the tech space when it comes to the future of food and also just reducing animal testing."

In 2022, during a question-and-answer session at the Wacken Open Air festival in Wacken, Germany, White-Gluz was also asked if it's difficult for her to maintain her lifestyle while she is on tour. She responded: "It super easy, actually, because I still party; I just don't intoxicate myself when I do it. But if other people wanna do that, that's their choice — it's up to them. Smoking, I'd like them to stay away 'cause I don't wanna breathe that in. But otherwise, it's really, really easy, actually. It's not even something that I think about. And actually, we have… In our tour bus, in our band and crew, I'm not the only sober one and I'm not the only vegan either, so I'm surrounded by a lot of different kinds of people and we all get along beautifully."

Two years earlier, White-Gluz explained why being vegan is definitely metal, telling the Mercy For Animals Facebook page: "So, I've been vegan for over 20 years now. I was vegan before I ever started in music. I've never eaten meat in my life. I grew up in a completely vegetarian household, so going vegan was just like the logical next step. And when I started doing music, there was nothing that I wanted to talk about more than animal rights. And so I was now using this heavy, passionate form of music to sort of convey a message that I wanted to. When I'm screaming in my band, I feel like I'm screaming for the voiceless. And I can't imagine being that loud if I had nothing to say.

"Being female, being vegan and also being straight edge in the metal world is just a combination of targets on my forehead that make it really easy for me to get singled out or pushed around," she continued. "But those are just things that are so much a part of who I am that I couldn't change them even if I wanted to. And I wouldn't — I wouldn't change for anyone.

"In my opinion, metal is all about rebellion — it's about carving your own path, thinking against what everyone's trying to make you think," Alissa added. "And veganism is the ultimate form of rebellion, because you are literally taking things that people have told you are normal that deep down inside you don't think are normal that you've been conditioned to accept about your day-to-day tasks, like eating or what you wear or what you choose to buy. Everyone says that that's normal, that you need to exploit other living beings for those things, but you don't. And so taking a stand against that is what veganism is. And that is really metal."

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incenseandturpentine · 8 days ago

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Fire Escape (Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader)

Sorry for disappearing--it can (and will) probably happen again. Please take a little sweet musing that I've been slowly chipping away at over the past few weeks as a gesture of love and apology. This one is for my reader-insert crowd 'n' Adam lovers because that's all I know, tbh. Sorry if that's not your jam. Maybe I'll do something else one day, maybe I won't. Don't come for me because I write these for me and the ones who get it, get it. No smut in this one, just a study of relationships, dialogue, scenes, Adam's character, etc etc etc. Also--is it Radford? Is it Stanheight? Is it Faulkner-Stanheight? Who knows? Who gives a shit?

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Pairing: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader Word Count: 3k Rating: Mostly SFW. Makeouts included. No sex. You make that call. Notes: Friends to lovers. No use of Y/N. Gender-neutral reader. Slightly emotional. Let me know if I forget anything important because I don't do this often. Sorry about any fucked up formatting from posting on mobile. Included Track: The Haunted - The Failure

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“Don’t tell me you're one of those vegans, too.”

“Why do you care, Stanheight?” You retorted with a gentle smile.

“Because my ex-girlfriend was a vegan!” Adam exclaimed incredulously, emphasizing the last word with feigned disdain. “A feminist vegan punk…” he murmured, shoving the incoming envelopes from his tiny mailbox under his arm and flipping the metal door shut.

“She sounds like my kind of gal,” you laughed, flashing him that sly grin that melted his heart. “Also, why is it an issue? You asking me out on a date, Peeping Tom?”

Adam instinctively pushed his hands into the pockets of his threadbare jeans, thumbing at the hole in the lining. He had wanted to take you out for months now since he had moved in, but he couldn’t muster the balls to finally ask you.

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His mind flicked back to those lonely nights sitting beside his open window with a cigarette in hand, hearing the faint lilt of your voice one floor up the fire escape that glistened with spider webs gently wafting in the breeze. Sometimes, you would be singing. Sometimes, speech slurring together with boisterous laughter after a bottle of wine with one of your friends and the quiet cadence of a track he always associated with you.

Even on those dragging, hungry nights waiting for his meal tickets to develop in the makeshift darkroom—faces of wealthy strangers watching over his decrepit abode with thousand yard stares—Adam could find some sort of satiation in your distant presence. As the dry-erase marker reading CALL MOM? on his refrigerator smudged and faded with time— a plea beckoning him and going unanswered—Adam found himself chasing the radiant warmth that you seemed to exude. Little did he know how much your palms sweat the first time you slipped a small flier underneath his door, inviting him to meet with a local grassroots group since you had caught him spray painting a sign in the apartment courtyard.

He has heart, you thought to yourself. You grinned when he returned the favor, taping the time and date of a benefit show to your door a week later. You had grown to expect chugging guitar riffs muffled by your creaking floorboards when the veil between the late night and dawn was drawn back. It was an unspoken sign that Adam was chipping away at his backlog of deliverables for clients while you hunched over a cold utility knife and editorial layouts for a music magazine spread across a gouged cutting mat.

Sometimes, after a well-packed joint, Adam would sneak out of his window, silently slinking up the wrought iron steps and grabbing the edge of your landing to crouch in the corner, seemingly undetected. There was always a twinge of guilt in his gut for feeling the impulse to watch you, getting to know you in ways even you did not know, but the devil on his shoulder always stifled his better judgment. He was oblivious to the fact that you were silently aware of his presence, a small smile on the corner of your lips as you went along with his voyeuristic game. You always knew when he made his routine stops, the faint smell of tobacco momentarily drifting into your apartment window before fading when your kitchen clock’s hand struck a quarter hour later.

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“I mean…” Adam trailed off, staring at the scuffed toes of his boots, “would you want to? I don't have much put away for anything fancy.”

He was right. When you finally heard Adam shuffling around in his apartment again, after four weeks of oppressive silence and knocking on your neighbors’ doors to see if anybody had heard even a whisper of where he had gone, he had reappeared ten pounds lighter with a broken foot and broken soul. He had thrown himself completely into new work. No longer did you smell tobacco on the fire escape or hear the familiar chords of industrial guitars beneath your pillow.

Until, one brisk October twilight, you came knocking with a pot full of curried vegetables and a pack of beer, asking him to explain everything about his abrupt absence and the bulky leg cast that he donned. Since then, you had been one of the few people he actually held closer than ten feet away, cracking that facade of ice-cold indifference.

“Don’t we usually toss a coin for who's apartment we’re eating dinner at, anyways?” You replied, taking a couple short steps down the stairs and leaning over the banister, chin perched on folded arms.

“That’s not much of a date, though, is it?” Adam inquired, shrugging his messenger bag up on his good shoulder.

“Why not? It is if we say it is,” You said with a grin, reaching down to fluff the messy, black mop atop his head. The gesture made Adam’s heart thump aggressively in his chest, beating at its cage like a lashing tiger.

Adam shoved a hand into the pocket of his bag, fingertips brushing the cool metal of a quarter and holding it between your gazes. You two were used to this routine; heads always meant his apartment, tails meant yours. Regardless of who was hosting, you always brought the food, since you had put more effort into exploring flavor on a tight budget instead of simply whipping together whatever bland pantry staples could fuel a vessel of flesh like Adam did. With a quick flick of his fingers, Adam sent the coin spiraling in the air, landing in his palm a moment later before he smacked it on the top of his other hand, revealing the ruling as a clairvoyant would with tea leaves.

Heads.

“Looks like you've got to clear off a table tonight, Stanheight,” You volunteered for him, fingertips tracing the worn lacquered wood of the banister. “What time?”

Adam paused, racking his brain for an idea to make tonight's plans stick out more than your usual meetups. A moment later he smiled, his ego swelling for thinking effectively on the spot. He looked up at you, eyes bright and boyish. “Come down the fire escape at 5:00. Meet on my deck.”

“I’ll bring the food, you bring the wine?”

“Oh, now you're speaking my language!” He exclaimed, huffing a laugh and starting the journey up the splintered stairs to his apartment, the ache in his ankle dulled by the distraction of his mental checklist and the churning pit in his stomach.

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Hot enamel of a heavy, worn cast-iron pot nearly burned through your cheap oven mitts as you climbed through your window and began your descent down the fire escape steps. The golden glow of a setting sun peered through pink clouds, bathing everything as far as the eye could see in a warmth that contrasted the brisk fall evening. As you rounded the corner onto Adam’s grated deck, you paused, laughing incredulously at the sight before you.

A threadbare comforter was laid out atop the cold metal, candles that were barely more than melted hunks of wax sitting atop a baking sheet in the center. Adam had taken the time to place two chipped plates and silverware next to each other, fork and knife on the wrong side laid out from a faded recollection of table etiquette. By the time you had set down the heavy pot and taken your spot on the comforter, Adam was stumbling out of his window, a large speaker in his arms taken from his stereo straining against the tether of its extension cord.

“I'm surprised you even had a romantic cell in your body,” You said as you turned to face him, watching him balance the speaker atop his window sill and pull the window down to clamp the box between its gaping maw.

“Don't get too used to it,” He replied, rotating the dial to turn up the volume of the CD he had playing in his living room. “Blink and it’ll be gone before you know it.”

“Should I consider that a red flag?” You inquired with a sly smile, knowing that the sarcasm coating every one of Adam’s words was merely a defensive shell to protect that ember of empathy.

“One of many,” He plopped down next to you, bobbing his head at the screaming guitar tones coming from the speaker as he peeked into the lid of the piping hot pot and inhaled the savory scent with a hum of approval. He was doing everything he could to hide the glances he stole of you dishing dinner onto plates in the golden sunlight, heart and gut churning in their confines.

“Guess I'll find out in time, huh?” You teased, watching that nervous smile on his lips. He shoved a slice of tofu into his mouth to distract himself before he said anything stupid. He plucked up the two disposable plastic cups and cracked open a bottle of wine, pouring two cups and handing one to you.

“I washed them, don't worry,” He said between bites, savoring the hot meal. “‘S good!”

You winked at him and took a long sip of wine between bites, humming the melody of the track you were familiar with and admiring his sharp features in the glow of incoming twilight. You were grateful for the moments like this, basking in the warmth of Adam’s suppressed sweetness beneath the prickling cocoon of sarcasm and vitriol.

“What made you finally ask me on a date, Stanheight?” You asked.

“What made you say yes to me?” Adam countered.

“Well,” You began, washing down a bite with another swig of wine. “At first, I chalked it up to your boyish good looks…but then, after you were gone for so long, I realized that I missed your company.”

“Hell of a company to have,” Adam shook his head, laughing over the rim of his cup and focusing his attention solely on you. His heart ached to hear your reasoning.

“You are!” You exclaimed, pointing your fork at him. “You've always been my favorite person to bring to shows, to the gallery, or to just hit the bodega when a beer and cigarette are in order.”

“Yeah?” Adam’s heart began to twist again. His chewing slowed as he focused intently on every word, each stirring up a memory that made him smile.

During his captivity, after all, memories were all he had to keep him from completely losing his grip. How you laughed as he fumbled in his canvas bag for an extra fifty cents for a pack of mint gum so he didn't smell like cigarettes at your gallery opening. How you marched him out of his apartment and down the block for falafel from a street cart that you shared at the end of a shitty week. How he always seemed to carve out a bit of extra time for you over the rest of his friends, and you for him.

“It was lonely as shit with you gone,” You mused as you looked over the wrought iron railing at the sun sinking behind brick and a kaleidoscope of glass. “I went door to door every night after work hoping someone had seen you in the neighborhood.”

Adam felt the lump in his throat sink as he looked over at you, slowly chewing, the fire escape silent save for the harsh melody of a song forgotten. His head sunk slightly, eyes wide in disbelief. Your gaze was soft, wanting nothing more than to reach out and grasp his hand with your own and pull him in for a tight embrace.

“You went looking?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well…” He murmured, averting his gaze down to hide the heat crawling up his neck and into his face. He set his dish down and smoothed his hands nervously along the softened denim of worn-in jeans. You leaned in just a hair, encouraging him to continue. “I always joked that, had I turned up dead in some freak accident or some shit, nobody would have looked sideways at the situation, or even looked at all.”

You coughed, the surprise causing you to swallow the bite of your food too soon. You waved your hand at him as he looked back at you, sipping your wine before placing your own plate down and turning your body to face him fully. It took everything in Adam’s core to not stare at your lips, studying every soft curve of your features in the warm glow of a dying sun. You moved instinctively, reaching out and placing your hand atop his in his lap and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I wouldn’t scour every inch of this godforsaken city for you, Stanheight,” You whispered, your own stomach fighting turbulent waves as it flipped over each word. “Don’t be saying silly shit like that. Hear me?”

“Heard and reciprocated,” Adam replied with a meek smile, lacing his fingers with yours as you leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder and watch the final shimmers of sunlight paint the sky vivid hues of violet and rose. You couldn’t help but smile as you took in the smell of his cheap soap and dollar store detergent in the slight breeze. Adam tapped his fingers on the palm of your hand to the beat of the song on the stereo, absentmindedly leaning his head to rest his cheek on the crown of your head. A moment later, he paused.

“Can I kiss you?” Adam inquired softly, the question sending a jolt down your spine.

“What?” You lifted your head, cheeks flushing in the low light of the candles he had laid out before you two. Your eyes lit up and a cheeky grin flashed on your face.

“You don’t have to, I just thought I would ask…I mean, I’ve been wanting to ask you for a—” He quickly tried to brush off the question before you leaned up, pressing your soft lips against his own and cupping the curve of his jaw with a warm hand. Adam was caught slightly off guard, leaning into you and lacing his hands under the hood of your zip-up. His eyes flickered shut, heart racing as you both melted into the gentle gesture, the faint taste of spice and cigarettes on his tongue.

Your own hands slipped into soft black curls, feeling him lean back onto his elbows, refusing to break away from you. Adam smiled and let out a quiet laugh as you slid into his lap, refusing to pass up the opportunity that you had been waiting months for now in silence.

“I really thought you would never ask,” You whispered against the corner of his smile, grinning ear to ear as he craned his head up to steal small, chaste kisses of his own. Your fingertips danced down the warm skin of his neck and trailed along the weary fabric of his threadbare shirt—worn weekly since 1999, you could have guessed. His heart thrummed under your gentle touch and his own arms wrapped tight to keep you close.

“Guess I was just nervous,” He murmured into your lips, eyes heavy under his lids as they locked onto yours. “I knew I wanted to do that since I saw you spill that beer all over your shirt at the Underground.”

“Shut the fuck up!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes at the vivid memory. You both broke into boisterous laughter, leaning your forehead against his and curling strands of his hair around your finger. “You're such an ass when you want to be.”

“Yeah,” Adam mused into the miniscule void between your parted lips, fingers curling around the soft leather of your belt and pulling your warm frame against his own. “Only sometimes when I want to get a rise out of you.”

The space between you fell silent, chaste lips melding and hesitant hands exploring soft fabric as the ring of car horns below and the strum of metal guitars filled the air. You were the first to take a step more, tracing his cheeky grin with your tongue and slipping into the warmth of his mouth. That same nervous tinge trailed slowly down the back of your spine, punctuated by the sensation of Adam’s fingers drifting absentmindedly along your frame.

“So,” You breathed as the two of you pulled away from each other for just a moment, noses touching and hands tangled. “Does this make us official?”

“Do you want it to be?” Adam inquired, eyes locked on yours to search your face for an answer. One he had been toiling around in his head for months now.

You hummed, that impish smile back on your lips.

“I'll think about it,” You whispered against him, though you already knew the answer in your mind. You both laughed breathlessly, lips colliding once more in the chilled air of that apartment fire escape.

#saw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x reader #Spotify

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slippinninque · 4 months ago

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🏃🏾‍♀️Nosey🔎

You end up in some business that's not exactly yours...

Jatemme Manning x blackfem reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and some torture (not to reader) soft!dark!Jatemme, long fic

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There were times where the job could get messy.

Vision blurring at the edges and pain shooting down your side, you continued through the alleys. The siren’s call and rushing cars filled the air, you could hear the gunshots as your tails met each other.

Lungs burning and legs screaming, you hoped the worst for both of them.

You went next to the double dumpster of a vegan spot and slid into sitting down. Your head swam with the growing pain, you knew you had to keep moving but you couldn’t keep bleeding.

‘Love's is gonna kill me.’ You couldn't help the little laugh that slipped, knowing the man was going to go nuclear.

Right now, all you could was try to fix your shoulder.

You ripped off your bloody shirt and tore a strip around the slash in your side. The other, you wrapped as best as possible around the left shoulder where there could be a bullet still lodged in there.

Groaning and re-shouldering the pack, you zipped up your hoodie all the way and tossed up the hood. After a moment to guess where you were beyond Funky Fresh Vegan Bistro, you pushed towards the mouth of the ally.

In the backpack were a handful of USB drives that held some pretty compelling information about a few families in the underground and high-crust.

All of it set to be given to the police in the the work of a mole. Multiple moles, a syndicate across turfs. Proof and promises for smaller sentences, complacent public figures, receipts for cleaned money, audio files—oh, they had it all.

Now you had it. Though not much time came with it now that half the city was looking for you. Still, it was well worth the nasty fall you took in getting the hell out of dodge.

You just had to get to your turf. A neutral space, either one of the bars or pawnshops owned by your cousins maybe?

A bullet ricocheted from the metal post of the fence, startling you and causing you to bolt.

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Four men naked and taped to their chairs. Every sound uttered that wasn't information cost a tooth. With that sort of currency, Jatemme had to get creative after a while.

They were pleading and leaking from all over but Jatemme wouldn’t let any of them die until one of them finally told him what he needed to hear.

Asthma knew this special mood was from a very specific source. Namely one the exact size of a foxy little smooth talker that's been missing for nearly 24 hours.

Jatemme didn’t look at Asthma as he rounded to this table of tools, picking up a potato peeler as he spoke.

“Did you find her?”

“She ran into one of our laundromats. Eddy and Chris was there to meet her after a tip about her running from the Opps spread through Southwest. They said they're taking her to see Doc.”

Jatemme stood slowly and fixed a dark gaze onto his captives,

“Was she hurt?”

“Banged up good but heard Doc say she had worse.” Asthma didn’t come closer, didn’t move away from the door. Whoever those men were--they probably didn't have long left.

“She had something with her you might want to see, though. Eddy came through to drop it off."

When Jatemme looked over at him, Asthma wordlessly held up a well-worn Crown Royal bag.

….

You felt like you were ran over by a pack of trucks. Or suplexed by a Silverback gorilla—but you were also satisfied.

You stole enough leverage to keep the skies clear for years.

“I have to say, you’ve been doing pretty good. There was a time I’d see you every week.” Doc returned with fresh bandages. You began sitting up and he hurried to get you to lay back down.

“With the way you used to chew my ass out, I've been taking my chances with the lil' sewing kit at home.”

“Explains all these wobbly-ass scars then.”

You snorted, pain jolting with your amusement, “Yo, not too much on me! I learned from watching you, old man!”

It was Doc’s turn to laugh as he peeled away the stained bandage on on side. The puncture was pretty deep and the healing was going to be a bitch, but you were lucky enough it didn't reach anything vital.

“I won’t recommend falling onto a fence head, it’s not as quirky as the TV makes it seem.”

"Girl, what the hell are you watchin'?"

You rambled on and tried to ignore the way the pain killers churned in your empty stomach as you wated for them to kick in. While you knew Doc was being as careful as he could, you still winced.

It's actually been a while since the last time you had stitches.

“Little more and then you can sleep it off, champ.” Doc grunted as he emptied a syringe into you, “Rusty metals are a bitch after all."

“And how…”

Your eyes closed. Took deep breaths and soon enough, the room stopped spinning and Doc was putting a fresh bandage onto the worst of it. He's been stitching you up since you got into the streets, you've slept on his cot more nights than you can count.

Wasn't long before the absence of adrenaline invited the presence of reality.

Jamal finding out you went snooping without permission--that you could sort of handle. Jamal would be more than appeased by the blackmail and leverage you dug up.

If Jatemme saw how badly you fucked yourself up over a ‘side quest’, then that...would be worse.

“Say, Doc, when can I—uh--get on out of here?”

Doc looked at you as if you spoke to him in Klingon, “Leave? Girl, give the good shit time to kick in, at least! 'Sides, you’re going to be here at least until morning. That ankle of yours alone—woah, wait!”

You were already dizzy from the sudden movement of you sitting up, but you had to get home. You didn't want Jatemme to see you as you were, it was too bad--too soon.

If you could make it home, you could buy some more time for the worst of it to go away. You stood from the bed with a yelp, unsteady but trying to move away Doc’s worried hands.

“Suddenly, Doc, I feel a while ‘lot better. So much, so much better. Think I’m gonna finish healing up at home, y’know?”

“Is this about Manning? Sorry kid, but the cat’s out the bag—he knows.”

"Aw shit," You groaned, arms going around your stomach as it thundered. The pain rocketed down your side, Doc hissed something as he reached out to steady you.

“I-I still wanna go home. I'll be more comfortable there..."

"C'mon now, kid--

"Shouldn't you be invested in the quality of my healing? I'd be waaay more comfortable there, old man..."

“Hear me out, let me get you as patched up as a can to last—yeah?”

"I'm fine...”

“I think you should listen to doctor’s orders.”

You went still. Doc made a relived noise prodded you towards the cot, you went stiffly. He helped to lay you and you gave a great, big sigh as you finally faced the figure blocking the doorway.

“Heeey there, Love...”

Jatemme came and took Doc’s seat when he stood at the sight of him in the doorway. Jatemme unpinned his stare from you and looked to the older man.

“Tell me what we’re looking at, Doc.”

You swallowed as the list was rattled off in alphabetical order. Bruising, gunshot wound to the left shoulder, multiple lacerations, and a rolled ankle.

Jatemme stared at him, eyes endless and still. You picked at the loose thread of the cot's scratchy blanket when Jatemme finally dismissed Doc to turn his eyes on you.

The silence was thick enough for you to eventually wince beneath it. Jatemme sighed, deep and heavy as he stood. You looked up at him in time for him to catch your chin as he came to sit closer to you on the cot.

Jatemme pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then another. You felt like your could implode, or maybe pass out.

He pulled back enough for your noses to touch, “I heard you almost got killed..."

Your giggle was a bit intense, nervous and excited as always when he was near. Jatemme’s smile was small as he pointed his finger directly in the center of your forehead.

“Do you know what I'd do? If I missed you?"

Not for the first time--you wondered just how far Jatemme would be willing to go.

“Hm...probably want to give me one of these?" You darted forward a stole a kiss, “Or maybe one of these...?”

You tried to get another kiss but Jatemme moved back at the last moment, catching your head between his palms. All traces of humor gone in his face as your ears struggled to pick up is next words.

"Tell me what happened. Now."

So you did. You didn't work for Jatemme, you didn't work for anyone, but you were meddling in his shit. The least you could do is tell the truth.

Jatemme had relaxed his hold on you by the end of the story. His hands went from your head to one resting on your thigh and the other in his pocket.

“I told you to leave it be. I was gonna press Gavin to see who the connect was.”

“Wasn't no 'leave it be', I'm telling you. Gavin was gonna go tonight, as soon as he left from here with his tail.”

You put your hand over his, thumbing over all of his knuckles.

“If I would have left it there? I swear we would have been booked by noon tomorrow, Love. "

Jatemme stared. While he took in whatever he needed, you took in the pleasure of his handsomeness and the slow numbness that was taking over from whatever the hell Doc gave you.

“Don’t be a danger to yourself.” Jatemme said quietly after a while, “I will put you up somewhere if something like this happens again."

"All I hear is that you liiike me, you wanna kiiisss me..."

"You playin' too much. Don't think I won't, brat.”

You didn’t doubt it. Jatemme could make a lot of things happen, you've seen it firsthand. The only problem is that it didnt' scare you. It caused quite the opposite effect.

If Jatemme wanted to hoard you all to himself--it was in the public best interest to let him do as he wanted, right?

"I know, Love, I know."

Jatemme leaned in slow and you were eager to meet him. He kissed slow and soft, pinching your cheek before pulling away. Jatemme stood to ease you back into the pillows, grabbing the throw blanket that Doc kept.

“Chill here for now. I’m going to make a call and then we're going to head out.”

You nodded and suddenly felt so tired. The worst of it was over now, even if Jatemme was plotting on a lesson when you were in better shape. It was a good save, no one could take that from you.

With that thought, you dropped off into a mildly-comfortable doze as you waited for the pain meds to take over.

Jatemme lingered until you fell asleep. The bunching in your brow smoothed out and your breaths were deeper, not as if you sucked on pain every inhale.

Your hair was a mess of braids and he saw a the bandage above your brow was already stained red. You slept like you didn't fall a few stories onto a iron fence and weren't the source of Jatemme's headache.

He heard what Doc said about your ankle and thought about the talk he still had to have with Jamal. It was too late in the evening to even consider the bodies still in his workshop.

‘Gave us plenty of work, didn't you?' He thought, looking at the blood beneath your nails. Pulling out his phone and then your bag of snatched evidence, he texted his brother.

Then sent a follow up asking for him to bring a bottle.

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✨ending notes✨: this one was rattling around my brain for the longest and have definitely been taking up space in my drafts! I think this is a bit different for me 🤔 I'm looking to make a more chaotic reader and I think she may do well with Jatemme! 🤣Thank you so much for reading! Tell me what you think! 💜✨💕

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rawvnoisevcruster · 1 year ago

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hey punk

I've been interested in the topic of what punks listen to other then punk rock(tm) (punk genres that are punk entirely/punk first ie street, oi, crust, uk82, anarcho, etc) so if you could read this and rebolg with your answer that would be cool

im not doing a poll because (i figured out real quick) theirs a lot of genres and sub genres that are not punk rock (shocking) and i didn't want to shove super different sound into one space (such as the "tough guy" hardcore of a hatebreed with the straight edge youth crew hardcore of a youth of today into one box but i didn't want to make a 10 million checkbox long poll, and i didn't want to leave stuff like hip hop,electronic,folk,metal, etc off the list and have it just be the stereotypical non punk music punks listen too

so ill just explain what i mean when i say a "non punk" genres. this could go from the aforementioned hardcore ranging from pg 99 emotional hardcore to the beating vegan edge of earth crisis. gabber, brakecore, house. hiphop... 2000s mall emo... 3rd wave ska... what ever type of pop you want to call girl in red. basically as stated any thing that is not a core capital P Punk rock (tm) genre. i would also love some of the band you like in particular ( and as examples). and if you can't exactly put a real name on it you can just put a fake name on it ( agin with band as examples) such as like 90s mall goth (marilyn manson), anime fan brakecore(goreshit), 2000s pop emo (paramore)

more rambles in my note as this is already too long

#i would also love for yall to put like more then one genre #like if you wan to put every niche emo and scremo you like go off #name every type of odd furry gabber with brake beats dj you like #please go on as much as you like #make a name for that specific type of folk music you like #“weed smoker 60 revival rock of the 2000s” like go wild

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andysbandmerch · 1 month ago

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Another Victim - 315 Straight Edge Shirt

from Syracuse, New York and active from 1997-2001

315 is the area code for Syracuse, and it was used pretty commonly among bands and brands based in the area. another victim was an early band present in the vegan straight edge scene that developed in the late 90s

genre: hardcore, metalcore

spotify, discogs, bandcamp

image source: one, two

#surprise! pete post!#sue me if you want but i love the opportunity to research a somewhat obscure straight edge band #man you don't even want to know how long it took me to figure out that 315 was the area code #embarrassing considering that everyone in my local scene uses our area code all the time #anyway.#pete wentz #fall out boy #fob #genre: metalcore #artist: another victim #vegan straight edge #sXe #genre: hardcore #genre: metal #genre: punk

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stuffforthestash · 11 months ago

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Modern Academic AU pt3

All this because I couldn't stop thinking about what kinds of classes Professor Raphael would teach... He's laughing up at me from hell, I just know it.

part 1 and part 2

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Kagha (by request!) - Environmental Science. Will only teach courses about political lobbying and activism. She's also a militant vegan and active member of PETA, and won't shut up about it.

Dammon - College of Engineering. Teaches "Advanced Manufacturing Processes" and "Finite Element Analysis", and runs the machining shop. Also teaches a metal sculpture class when there's room in the Art School's budget. He's one of the faculty liaisons for several LGBTQA+ orgs on campus as well, and is completely oblivious to the fact he has a fan club (which is for the best, really)

Zevlor - Campus Security. A retired Green Beret who refuses to talk about his time in the service, he's well liked by most faculty and known to be a bit of an old school charmer. LOTS of rumors and speculation about what kind of injury got him discharged, and how he got it.

Barcus - College of Engineering. He teaches classes on Thermodynamics and Process Design & Safety. Has no idea how popular and well-liked he is by both students and staff.

Wulbren - Chemical Engineering Dep't Chair. He's brilliant, but also an asshole, and is constantly trying to weasel more grant money for his research into ethically questionable chemical compound modifications. Also makes his TAs teach all his classes for him.

Lorroakan - English Dep't Chair. Thinks he's hot shit for it but really no one else wanted the job. He makes his TAs teach all his classes AND do all his admin work, so he can spend all his time (and the department's money) on schmoozing with alumni and donors.

Blurg - Environmental Science. Isn't that great of a teacher but it's required for keeping the research grants coming in. Thankfully his passion and enthusiasm for topics like Sustainability in Agriculture make up for his shortcomings.

Omeluum - They're actually Bluurg's research partner and not technically a member of faculty, though they also act as his unofficial TA because otherwise Bluurg's course work interferes with their research timelines.

Nine-Fingers Keene (by request) - School of Business. Her classes are all advanced level and titled things like "Gaining The Competitive Edge". She also runs an entrepreneurial outreach program for young women seeking to start their own businesses.

Dame Aylin - VP of Diversity and Inclusion. She's very passionate about her job and a VERY vocal advocate for social justice issues like inclusivity, diversity, and accessibility. Completely incapable of keeping her personal life separate from her professional one, as she's a devout believer in leading by example.

Isobel - School RN. Is fiercely protective of students right to medical privacy and access to judgment free care, but is much better known on campus for being Dame Aylin's wife.

The Emperor - Board of Trustees. Outwardly just an ordinary Trustee, generally pleasant to interact with and actually rather good at rubbing elbows with students, faculty, and admin alike. There's just something off about them, enough that they've had multiple audits and inquests over the years despite nobody ever being able to find any actual signs of misconduct.

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Sorry this set took a bit longer to figure out. A bunch of these characters were a real challenge to fit into roles that actually exist in reality, and I had to do a bit of research to find out wtf kinds of classes or departments certain fields of study even have. Ah, the things we do for the blorbos, amirite?

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 the emperor #bg3 isobel #dame aylin #nine fingers keene #omeluum #bg3 blurg #lorroakan #wulbren bongle #barcus wroot #zevlor #dammon #kagha

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riiverdancer · 10 months ago

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suguru as an orthodox christian guy. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

non-christians don't interact ONLY IF you find my posts disturbing!! empty blogs DON'T INTERACT!

reposts are highly appreciated!

once you get to know him, the assumptions about him being a cold guy who's rough on the edges are no more and he begins to come out of that shell people created for him. in truth, he's a really nice guy and patient...and he's got a cross around his neck too!

he'll do the cross before any activity or when he's feeling uneasy. he does it too often.

he has too many crucifixes and icons, he ends up giving them away to people.

convictions. they're the worst and they make his heart stop when he feels a burning feeling from within. he experiences them a little less dramatically than his church buddy, satoru, though.

he is indecisive about his love life. he isn't interested in marriage, but also wants to be a dad.

he makes gojo follow devotionals with him and he's always one step ahead.

nevermind, he is very much interested in celibacy and convent activities in the future.

he's always reminding his inner circle to say grace like it's a fire drill.

he's very traditional. you might catch him going vegan for two whole weeks.

fluent in greek. so fluent he has slip ups of words and or phrases during bible study or when he's talking generally.

isn't an elaborate decorator or organizer and only underlines verses with a black pen (he messes up his underlines sometimes).

secretly has an affinity for christian metal, but shhh because it's embarrassing and "satanic" 🤓.

does the cross everytime the church bells toll.

scratch that, he wants a Christ centered relationship.

#orthodoxgeto #orthodox kaisen #geto suguru #jjk headcanons #jjk geto #geto x reader #jjk #orthodox christianity #christian blog

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jo-the-cosmic-being · 4 months ago

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🎀 pronouns: she/her/hers

🎀 christian <3

🎀 I’m from: 🇭🇺🇦🇹🇮🇱

🎀 sexuality: I’m cursed with being straight :(

🎀 flexitarian/closeted vegetarian 😭

🎀 aquarius

🎀 I can’t see I have glasses

🎀 languages I speak: Hungarian and English and I’m A1 in German. I’m also trying to teach myself Japanese

🎀 Pinterest: https://pin.it/5cA8QgiiX (I don’t really post but I comment a lot and I think I’m really funny)

🎀 aesthetics: from girly pink pastel stuff and dark red cherry coquette to gothic shit idk honestly *cries in bipolar*

🎀 fav artists: Lana Del Rey, Rammstein, Ariana Grande, Marina, The Weeknd, Eminem, Billie Eilish, Sabrina Carpenter, anything early 2000’s, Worship music, christian metal…

I change so often so I can’t really explain my interests but I will try to (in alphabetical order bc why not?):

🎀 Animalsssss

🎀 Art (just the concept of it, just art in general)

🎀 Ballet 🩰

🎀 Barbie movies <33

🎀 Classical music

🎀 Cobra Kai/ Karate Kid

🎀 Cod men ♡

🎀 Coquette aesthetic

🎀 Crows (just the fact that they exists)

🎀 Fashion

🎀 Football (…soccer…)

🎀 Formula1

🎀 Gilmore girls

🎀 Greek mythology

🎀 Hello Kitty

🎀 History

🎀 Jane Austen and other classic writer’s books

🎀 Japanese culture

🎀 Lana Del Rey

🎀 Makeup

🎀 Models (Adriana Lima, Naomi Campbell iykyk)

🎀 Monster high

🎀 Mortal Kombat

🎀 Münich: edge of war (I’m gonna do everything in my power to make that fandom great again!)

🎀 Ninjago

🎀 Spiderverse movies

🎀 Star Wars

🎀 The chosen series

🎀 The hunger games

🎀 Thrillers (I’m scared of everything tho)

🎀 Vegetarianism

🎀 Wicked

🎀 2000’s movies (Mean girls, Devil wears Prada, Legally blonde…)

Games:

🎀 Fortnite

🎀 Dress to impress

🎀 Good pizza, great pizza

🎀 Minecraft

🎀 Cod

🎀 ඞ

Here you can find:

🎀 my random yappings

🎀 posts that makes no sense

🎀 food content

🎀 anything related to my current interests (reblogs, memes, incorrect quotes, fics…)

🎀 memes I make

🎀 tutorials on random stuff

🎀 just me speaking my mind

🎀 idk

Since I’m not specifically good at anything, I don’t even know what I’m doing so pls don’t expect anything from me :(

Requests I take:

🎀 Prayer requests

🎀 incorrect quote ideas

🎀 if you just want to chat <3

🎀 your silly little headcanons or anything you want to share

🎀 fics but not NSFW or too complicated bc I’m a lot smarter in my native language which is not English so it’s hard lol

🎀 anything, I’m bored and I don’t have a lot of friends with the similar interests as me so yeah…

Please DNI if you are:

Hateful, homophobic, transphobic, antisemitic, racist, pro-war, hateful towards any religion, anti-vegan/vegetarian or a bad person overall, I want my blog to be a safe space for everyone. I wouldn’t say it’s a 18+ blog, minors are mostly welcome, unless stated otherwise.

See you later, or idk how to finish this <33

Dividers by fairytopea

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Hiiiii I’ve seen some perfume posts going around and I’ve decided to make one for the old ghouls

Everything is purely based on vibes and what I think fits them best! Era 1- 3 ghouls (:

Alpha:

Smells of something smoky, mechanical. As bright as a factory fire.

- https://www.sirensongelixirs.com/products/archangel-mass-effect-garrus-inspired-perfume-blue-steel-icy-musk-leather-black-pepper-coal-gunpowder-sandalwood-vegan-indie

Blue steel, icy musk, kiss of leather, black pepper, dry coal & hint of gunpowder, citrus, & soft woods.

-https://six-scents.com/products/ierofante

Suede, Gasoline Accord, Nutmeg, Styrax Pyrogene, Smoky Leather, Golden Amber, Cashmeran, Vetiver

Omega:

Like a hug from an old familiar book, something intellectual and dusty

-https://us.akrofragrances.com/products/ink

Vetiver, Black Ink, Jasmine, Birch

- https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/bibliophilia?variant=31891723386957

The vanillic scent of aging paper, the tang of fresh ink, venerable bookshelves of oak and mahogany, a sweet trace of pipe tobacco, an undercurrent of faded leather. Wear this subtle potion to invoke spirits of arcane knowledge and empower your perceptions.

Water:

Bright crispy and refreshing. Smells of tropical waters and the feeling of meeting your childhood best friend on a beach

- https://www.smallflower.com/products/outremer-oceane-eau-de-toilette-1_7-fl-oz?variant=37056704610455

Let the scent of ocean mist transport you to the Southern coast of France, where the bright, fresh Mediterranean sea fragrances the air. Oceane is a mix of marine notes that conjures the salty, sultry allure of the beach.

-https://www.sephora.com/product/skylar-salt-air-eau-de-parfum-P456975?skuId=2468445&icid2=seop_2_title

Salt Air is the fragrance of a perfect seascape with notes of sea salt to give you a fresh-out-the-water feeling. Grounding driftwood and green seaweed mingle with light floral notes of water lily for a perfume that smells of endless summers and breezy, beachy days.

Earth:

Like a dark soil. A deep ancient being buried beneath the ground. Ominous greenery

- https://www.poesieperfume.com/featured-collection-ss/enchanted-forest

Notes: ancient hinoki trees shading moss covered stones, playful forest spirits, bone musk, a hint of gunpowder

-https://fantomeperfume.com/products/ruslan

Black spruce, smoky opopanax, oud, fresh cedar, hinoki, dry fir needles, oakmoss, frankincense, black tea.

Air:

Like a breath of fresh air. Air smells like the first deep breath in a national park

- https://www.victorinox.com/global/en/Products/Fragrances/For-Her/Morning-Dew/p/V0000897

Swiss made revitalizing scent interweaving a sheer citrus blend of lemon, bergamot and mandarin with white violet and airy musk.

-https://altraprofuture.com/products/ghost-flower

A maximalist gathering of smokey woods, rich resins and a singular White Lily. Notes of unripe tropical fruits surround the full-bodied floral, bringing an unexpected neon brightness. Bohemian at its heart, this evocative floral is enveloped by a veil of incense, leathery saffron and unifying spice.

Delta:

Something dark and horrifying. Like a terrible atrocity has occurred but you can’t place what makes you feel like something’s watching you

- https://sucreabeille.com/products/seems-legit

Rotten river mud, a few drops of blood, a swirl of tobacco smoke, sweet pumpkin pie, candy corn, tears.

- https://eaudespace.com/products/eau-de-space-the-smell-of-space-100ml

Latex, metallic, fire, gunpowder, rum and bitter almonds

Pebble:

Mossy. the smell of sitting on a rock the day after it rains

-https://www.cbihateperfume.com/0069

The smell of pavement on a rainy day

-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/gaea-perfume-oil-forest-loam-ferns-decaying-leaves-lichens-wet-stones

Forest loam under warm spring sunshine, new ferns poking up through decaying leaves, maple sap flowing over lichens, mosses and wet stones at the edge of a vernal pool.

Cowbell:

Warm and sterile. Light a brightly lit well lived in hospital room

- https://www.toskovat.com/product/anarchist-a_/

Top notes: credit cards, snow, whiskey

Heart notes: dirty dollars, ink, candle wax

Base notes: green sacra resin, holy water, old confession room, priest’s clothes, plastic bag

White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it

for every tomorrow.

And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.

Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

- https://fzotic.com/products/room-237

a bracing vinyl shower curtain note followed by a supernatural green-floral accord that includes wild fleabane and estragon. In the base: whispering aquatic notes that smell like cool steam haunt a blend of soft woods, opoponax, and costus root.

Mist:

Refreshing and feminine. Crisp ocean air on a cold winter night

-https://forstrangewomen.com/products/siren?variant=31095095361633

Siren opens with a salty overtone of Pacific Ocean air and Jasmine vines filled with tiny white blossoms along the coastal landscape. The blend dives deeper into the water with notes of seaweed, driftwood, and ambergris, finished with a bonfire on the beach.

-https://imaginaryauthors.com/products/every-storm-a-serenade?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAiAzJOtBhALEiwAtwj8tmsMiNIu7KuYJkeTgspW3Noe-Ck6deUEdECrK-ihHLGqGTFPuXcnDRoCChEQAvD_BwE&variant=30276992729165

Danish Spruce, Eucalyptus, Vetiver, Calone, Ambergris, Baltic Sea Mist

Ivy:

Sweet and inviting, like your grandmas garden after she waters it.

-https://margotelena.com/products/poison-ivy-eau-de-parfum

An ode to the powers of nature. Intoxicating notes of sumptuous Bergamot are lavishly laced with blooming florals of Eden Rose and Lily of the Valley, a tangle of Orris Root completes this brush with a dangerous beauty.

- https://www.perfumesclub.us/en/4711/acqua-cologne-blood-orange-basil-eau-de-cologne-spray/p_44880/

Acqua Colonia Blood Orange & Basil combines the aroma of exotic flowering blood oranges with the characteristic essence of basil.

Ifrit:

Warm and sweet. Masculine but comforting, like a hug from someone you love most

- https://www.vixtorm.co.uk/products/lava-cinnamon-b

Balsamic,earth,rich,root,smoke,spice,sweet,warm

- https://www.doctorsweettooth.com/products/cinnamon-bun-perfume-oil-roll-on

Irresistibly sticky and sweet cinnamon buns, the aroma of cinnamon spice and warm flakey pastry dripping with icing wafting through the kitchen

Zephyr:

Spicy, crispy, hurts upon first wiff but is addictive the longer you smell

- https://www.aedes.com/products/menta-y-menta-eau-de-parfum

Moroccan mint, peppermint, mint tea. The name of the perfume menta y menta is repeated like a captivating mantra reminiscent of the movements of the dervishes turning to infinity. menta y menta is definitively a mixted fragrance. Notes: Moroccan mint, tea leaves, citrus, jasmine and roasted coffee

-https://www.etsy.com/listing/836191387/solanum-tomato-leaf-wild-mint

Tomato Leaf, Wild Mint, Blackberries

River:

Dark water, an abandoned dock, secrets only a body of water can hold

-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/st-louis-cemetery-1-perfume-oil-moss-stone-cement-dirt

A BROODING OF SPANISH MOSS, CRUMBLING STONE, OLD CEMENT, RED CLAY BRICK, AND GRAVEYARD DIRT

-https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/queen-s-bath?variant=39376179724365

Its scent portrait balances cool floral notes of lotus, pikake, and tuberose with bracing springwater and moss-covered stone. Wear for bright blessings and to facilitate deep meditation.

Lake:

The inviting sound of waves crashing into the shore on an empty beach

-https://juniperridge.com/collections/perfume-cologne/products/redwood-mist-cologne

Fog Drenched Forest, Fresh Rain, Crisp Coastal Air

- https://www.poesieperfume.com/fragrance/full-moon

fragrant white rice, shiso leaf, bitter yuzu zest, hinoki wood, green tea, lakewater

#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #shitghosting

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