#walzt

[ghostowlattic]

Doing much better in every way :)) Thanks for much for friends reaching out lately. I'm up practicing a new one little dream creation. I've been doing super better, happy and inspired. My birthday is coming, I prefer making gifts for everyone else. Hoping to have a new album done by then but can't rush it. From a collection of meant to be simple-ish songbook tunes.

LAZY BONES

From the morning moans to the evening sighs from the sweet half light to the twilight rise

He lives at the top of the treelimbs He lives on the top of the world and never has woken one day or has spoken but mumbling in his own worlds the fat feathered butts of the sparrows the lilting of night-birdie swoons all crooning him softly, his mooning not waffling, quelling his endless sweet snooze.

He lives in a robins nest tucked in a whorl of leafy vests; the black swans of stars carry him far.

Lazy bones, you're sleeping, lazy bones you dream don't ever wake up, don't ever wake up.

The lilacs are stippled with moonbeams; a whippletree'd carriage of birds that slips through a caramel slice of the sky pulling frogs snapping tongues at the flies! the mewing of cats in a trio, a glee club of rats with black ties, fat little cherubs are stumbling bumbling drunk on amphoras of wine

And even when thunder and lightning is frightening there's nothing that's waking this man!!! The shaking of limbs and the strongest of winds and yet nothing with break them and wake him and all that he's doing is snoring and dreaming and maybe he's dreaming us all into being so... just let him sleep

a river a rantipoles riding big kettled coveys on bats the swells wearing squirrels that run in fast up in spiraling swirls to the crooks of their hats a black veil of devils all wooing the angels who sweep up their brumes slooping and swirling a rapture unfurling wild and impure-ious fume

He lives in a robins nest tucked in a whorl of leafy vests; the black swans of stars carry him far.

Lazy bones, you're sleeping, lazy bones you dream don't ever wake up, don't ever wake up.

[knaveofmogadore]

Feels bizarre to see someone call someone else a foreigner on the internet. This is a microblogging website, no one is charging import tariffs on your aesthetic penis polaroids

[administer-distractions]

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[nugulover69]

Get absolutely outplayed bird brain

[trinketchick]

oh yeah, go to moonrise towers cuz that makes sense. halsin says he'll help with a cure (doubt based off of every other fuckin encounter I've had with help for this wittle wiggle worm), gotta deal with the shadow loand curse...thing! and you know what happens when I do the battle with ketharic after having that event with shadowheart?

Quest completed: halsin didn't have a cure cuz thacis didn't do a specific thing that I somehow missed because it was oh so obvious. apparently.

reload and explore some more, i guess!! redo everything i fuckin did! I GUESS!!

[rose-void-789]

Okay but the biggest thing for me that has always kept me from liking Izuocha is that I come from fairytail. I know shonen romance isn't boring. I know what it's like to see the two main leads love and fight and admire each other. And that's the thing that I always wanted for Ochako. I wanted badly for her to have what Lucy has.

And I did ship them at first because they were cute and I thought oh the hero name. The helping Deku win his entrance exam. Her having her own goals. Being broke the friendship. it seemed so much like Nalu. Better too because I could see Izuku blushing at her too.

And then someone says something about twin stars. About Izuku and Bakugou being intertwined. About win to save save to win. And then I see the second movie and my mind explodes. I reread the manga and realize what Katsuki did. Izuku was always pushing chasing looking at him. And that wasn't to say that izuocha couldn't happen but that interconnection I saw with Nalu wasn't it more with bkdk. And it kept getting worse. Ochako kept getting sidelined to better explore the relationship between Izuku and Bakugou.

Izuku never looked at her like she did him. Never thought about her like she did him. A blush or two wr got at most. But Ochako whole character started to soley revolved around her feelings towards him. She was the only one carrying the romance plot.

Mha isn't a show about romance but neither is Fairytail. And yet Lucy never got sideline in fact even with all the stuff on Zeref and Gray Lucy found herself interconnected to Natsu through her own bloodline. And they always had moments ones where he's scared of her getting hurt, of catching her from falling, of going berserk because he thought she died, of protecting her, of finishing a big villan off together, of being on missions together. Hell when he ran away shes the one that found him. When Izuku ran away bakugou found him. When Ochako was in danger Tsyu was there or any number of other heros, when she almost died Toga held her safely. Nalu gave me such a high expectation for shonen romance and female leads. So of course it's so frustrating seeing people call the obvious love intest boring when it can be anything that. To act like the female lead has to carry the romance plot and contribute nothing else. That the male lead can just walzt up to the that stupid clif and say that he loves her and that he always has when it was only ever iluded that he even thought that much about her in the last half of the war. And for her to so easily accept because when her whole arc is about her feelings for the guy isn't it only fair that they end up together.

Where is the interconnectivity, the care from him. Where is him looking at her the same way she looks up to him. How is the fanservice show better at writing a strong heroen! A strong partnership!

I'm so tried. I'm so sorry to everyone that's watch shonen and are expecting this out of female characters. That it's typical for the romance plot to be given to the girl and the big moments where I seen love intrest shine are given to the "rival." Ochako deserves better.

[hypernova-writes]

Kinktober Day 24

[Free Use - Demoman/Soldier]

"Yer such a beaut, ya know that lass"

"OUR CUPCAKE IS SIMPLY THE BEST~!"

"F-fuck..Oh..shit~.."

"Sorry baby, ye just looked so bloody good.."

"Right! And walzting around us without any panties? You knew what you were doing!"

You couldn't rebuttal as you were bent over your bed, Demoman fucking you from behind, your flimsy night dress above your hips.

You struggle to say something, "H-haa..~, Y-you wanted me to be ready..for you.."

Demoman chuckles as his angles his hips, loving the high pitch squeal that left your lips suddenly. He chuckles as he suddenly pulled out.

"Aye..you may be right."

He gives you a pat on your ass before turning tou over so they could get a nice look at you.

"We didn't think you listened whe we said we wanted ha any time cupcake!" Solider says as he takes in your fucked out state.

You giggle tiredly as Soldier pulled you to the edge of the bed, he slaps his cock against your folds before he plunges in. You gasp out as he grips your hips, beginning his punishing pace.

"You look so beautiful cupcake! Waiting for us...ready to be taken by your men."

"Aye..soldiers right. Definitely could do this more often..~"

Sorry for how short this one is, I plan on turning this into a poly marriage fic between Boots n Bombs and you.

[fanfiction-blep]

Does anyone else wonder if pandora has the equivalent of weed *cough catnip* for the Navi? Imagine Miles getting some into his system and his senses just kind of go hazy. Loses control of himself a bit and drops the tough guy act long enough to make known how much he cares about you. Bonus points for stoned out sexed up miles 🥵

PLEASE I love this idea, I did google it. I know they have different poisons they can use to hallucinate, but I love this Concept. And I'll do two parts. One where Just Miles get's high and then one where they are both high as it doesn't sit right with me to write smut where one person is under the influence and the other is not.

That's some plant~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Substance use? fluffy, Quaritch HIGH AS BALLS, soft Quaritch, Quaritch being baby.

Okay I can't think of a specific plot of this would happen so bare with head cannons for now.

Okay so he ingests it as an accident, maybe in the field? Like maybe there is a plant? And you don't have to prepare it, its chemical components can be ingested without any prep and bam. hello 420.

So you know the planet well? And you are teaching the recoms what is safe to eat and what isn't or what will do nothing but taste bad.

Quaritch is down bad okay? he likes you a lot and all this plant stuff isn't his thing he doesn't know how to impress you. Normally he would show off, in whatever way popped into his head but he realised that didn't work for you so he tried to act like he knew what he was doing.

He saw a large plant with a purple stem. large star like leaves five times the size of his head pointing out in every direction the odd flower sprouting. He picked two or three leaves and shoved one into his mouth, it tasted a little bitter but it was damp and once down the aftertaste wasn't bad.

What he didn't know was the best way to take this plant was in a tea, but no big blue simp man wanted to show off, he walzted over to you, already chomping down on the second leaf. Smirking at you. Your eyes went wide trying to grab the remaining leaf from him.

"Please tell me that you didn't eat that" "Ya just saw me eat one, what's the problem sweetheart?" He had pulled his hand into the air and was now lifting his head eating the third leaf. "Quaritch stop!" She wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry at his impuslive behaviour. A hand resting over you're mouth in shock. It hit him there. You weren't messing around.

"Miles?" You asked placing a hand on his bicep. "How many leaves did you eat?" "Three" He spoke as if he was a child who had gotten caught eating cookies before dinner. "Alright, back to base. Now!" you gestured the rest of the recoms re grouped and headed to the ship in confusion.

"What's wrong did i eat something poisonous?" She stared up at him. "You just ate Pandora's version of cannabis!" "Fuck"

now you would be both mad, but mainly confused, who just randomly eats a plant they have no knowledge on? Miles Quaritch apparently. you would have told the science guys and insisted you would watch over Quaritch yourself.

He would be SO CLUMSY. Imagine him falling into a wall and apologising to it. Or staring at random inanimate objects and having very existential thoughts.

"Do ya ever wonder about the fact we never ask our beds if they want to be laid on?" You would have to stifle your laughter. getting him to his room was a MISSION. Lyle tries to help you. As Miles isn't able to walk by himself. You being a Na'vi you can kinda help him?

But man's is THICCC and even as a Na'vi you struggle to hold his whole weight. Also he doesn't want Lyle helping him. He starts swatting at Lyles hands. Incoherently mumbling at him. "What's the matter Colonel?" "Only want the pretty lady touching me." He would pout and rub his cheek against your head.

he was fucking purring, like actually purring while rubbing his cheek all over your head.

Lyle walked away as soon as you reached your room, you had picked your own room as you had all the medical supplies that you might need in case he has a bad reaction.

Okay so I have this vision in my head off him lifting his arm off your shoulders and trying to walk to the bed and just walking in a zig zag line. and doing a little fist bump in the air when he sits down on the bed.

Okay so you decide to grab him a glass of water, grab a med kit and take his temperature. Imagine him trying to bite the thermometer. Like your trying to put it under his tongue and he's acting like a child. You finally snap at him. "Just let me take care of you!"

"yes ma'am" He would push his legs together and make his back all straight and stare at you with this little goofy grin. You would place two fingers on his neck to check his pulse, and he would lean into your hand!

He's a little goofy baby boy. The whole dom thing melts away, and he just wants to be close to you.

He just wants to feel you, he comes down a little still high off his rocker but he's less toddler like. He gets sensitive to touch. Any fabric starts to irritate him, He starts pulling on his camo and tank top. Overwhelmed by the feeling on his skin yet unable to fully communicate what was happening due to fog in his brain.

You understand and walk over lifting his arms up and pulling off his tank top. You don't feel comfortable with him taking off his trousers due to his situation so you go to his room (Only for a moment) And find him some sweatpants. In hopes that it will make him feel better.

When you re entre the room he gets all excited and smiles at you. "You came back!" He wouldn't get overexcited it was more of a whisper. He would do little grabby hands and pull your hips pressing his face against your torso. Eventually he has wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. Face buried in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Ya smell soo good" So all his sense are heightened and he has always adored how you smell he has just never talked to you about this. "Miss how ya smell" at this point you give in and you start stroking the hair on his head, Causing him to purr again. The vibrations tickling your chest.

You stayed like this for a while until he fell asleep and you had to lay him down, in a half awake state he would pull you back onto the bed. "Need to hold ya pretty girl" "Don't wanna loose ya"

100% waking up thirty as hell.

Smiles when he sees you left a glass of water next to the bed for him, plus a few fresh fruits.

Fells slightly guilty about his behaviour because he doesn't know you feel the same way about him. He climbs back into the bed because he will be damned if he stumbles back to his room at unholy hours of the morning.

All the guilt melts away when he feels you roll into his side smiling in your sleep nuzzling against the bare skin of his chest.

is going to ask you to try the plant with him for sure, he just has to wait for you to wake up.

[mcereal]

LONG FOR YOU

ace x f!reader

a/n: lowercase is intentional because i wrote this on my phone in like an hour… i just had this idea and wanted to get it out. sorry if it’s bad :c

ever since meeting you on that island a couple of weeks ago, ace has had his eye on certain type of women. and they all coincidentally had your hair and eye color.

everyone had already thought that ace was a player, but ace post-you? that was the real son of a demon right there. trying to get with anyone and anybody that looked like you, shared your perfume, or even just slightly sounded like you. but it never was enough. he needed the real deal.

he needed you.

this behavior did not go unnoticed, thatch and the others constantly pestered him to reveal who the lady of his thoughts was, all for him to retort back with “shut the hell up!”

walzting into the bar, thatch pointed out a girl with your hair color and leaned over to ace, “you think that’s her?” he teased. ace knew it wasn’t you, though your encounter was short, he had already memorized everything about you. the way your body curved, how long your hair was, hell— he bet he might be able to tell you apart in a flood of millions of women.

ace pushed thatch aside, “there is no her, but..” he trailed on, looking at the woman across the bar, “she’ll do.” he stated back as he walked forwards to where the girl who shared your hair color was. everyone watched in amusement, until he stopped on his tracks and sat a little further down from where she was sitting. his crew murmured amongst themselves, questioning if he was getting some sort of cold feet.

as he was walking to sit with her, questions popped into his mind. if you were to find out how many women he slept with because they looked like you, would you even be interested in him? he meant to go back to the island you resided in, but whitebeard had denied his various requests. his only way in getting closer to you, was by people who weren’t even you.

as he sat alone in his thoughts, staring at his lap, he didn’t notice the presence that had just sat down beside him. and he didn’t bother to look up until it had spoken.

“two rum bottles, my friend and i have a lot of catching up to do.” aces heart skipped a beat and his sweat ran down his temples, there was no chance he couldn’t recognize that velvety and gentle voice. ace finally gathered up the courage to look up from his lap, and when his eyes met your glance, his whole body trembled. he remembers when the two of you met, your gaze still fixated in his mind since the day he left. it took a while to figure out what was so unique about you, but when it dawned on him— it hit him hard. sunlight, it was sunlight. you reminded him of the day he set sail and his eyes casted on the brightness of the sun, ensuring a new adventure. you gave him that same feeling.

“we haven’t seen each other in so long, and you can’t even say anything back?” you toyed, how could a boy speak when his mind is so tangled? you laughed at his puzzled expression, his heart immediately raced, sending warm blood to his freckled face. he had no doubt he looked like a flushed idiot.

“what are you doing here?” ace managed to let out, almost sounding like a groan, you immediately stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow.

“huh? i can go wherever i damn please.” you replied, taking the bottle of rum and pouring yourself some in a glass, “now, are you going to make me drink this by myself?” you handed the bottle of rum to ace, he hesitated for a second before accepting. your fingers brushed against each other and your face felt hot, you couldn’t deny your attraction towards ace, but you highly doubted he had any sort of interest in you. mostly because of what people say about him.

“i’ll never deny free liquor!” he chuckled, before taking a swig straight from the container, hoping this would give him a bit of liquid courage. the burn of the rum going down his throat was a good distraction of all the thoughts that were rummaging through his mind— all of them about you. he sighed and placed the bottle down back on the bar. “what are you doing on this island? you stalking me?” ace joked.

“i heard there was a hot pirate on this island, mind pointing him to me?” you joked back, ace laughed before pointing at himself.

“well you’re looking at him!” he proudly stated.

“is that why all the girls in here are eye-fucking you right now?” you replied. glancing around the bar, almost every single woman kept glancing over towards ace. you knew what they wanted, you’ve heard the stories. how good he made them feel, how good he fucked them. you bet they wanted a second taste. the thought of it made your blood boil, how shameless they all were. “i don’t think i’m doing you any favors by sitting here with you, every single girl in here wants you to take them home.”

ace looked around the bar, and as soon as his head turned all the women turned their heads in embarrassment. this didn’t impress ace, he simply turned back to you with a big smile plastered on his face. “every girl, huh?”

you realized your mistake. your face suddenly grew hot and your palms became clammy, ace took notice of the honesty behind your blush. you wanted to say something smart back, but the words were all jumbled together. your confident act was up. as you gathered yourself together, ace interrupted you before you could even defend yourself. “well there’s only one person in this bar i’m interested in.” he started, “and she so happens to be sitting next to me.”

your face exploded with color, and there was a slight tint of pink on his face also, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or his confession. there was a slight moment of silence between the two of you while you just stared at each other, the nosy bar that once was became muffled as your heart pounded against your ears. “ace, i’m here because..” you finally said, “i’ve heard the rumors about you.” ace froze in his seat, were you about to deny him?

“and i can’t stand them! i want you all to myself!” you had crushed the doubt from his head, hearing you say those words was all he ever needed. all he ever wanted.

a smirk danced across his face, “what do you say we get out of here?”

[baguettesandbows]

quick idea i have to jot out

In a miraculous world where JJ and Rafe have to actually like eachother because low and behold JJ’s pogue bestfriend is dating Rafe.

So naturally, reader forces them to get along.

Eventually they are all dating, even though their days are filled with bickering between jj and Rafe, but it somehow works.

Que Rafe taking jj and reader shopping because he’s tired of their underwear having holes. They are on the islands fanciest shopping street. reader is looking through the windows excitedly when something spots her eyes.

*bam*. a diamond cut bracelet, shining on display. reader jokes to jj about a pogue ever owning one, before one of the workers walk over to the display.

the worker scrunches her nose at reader and turns the display away from reader.

instantly both boys are furious. rafe had been on his phone and didn’t even notice, but jj got him up to speed.

a day later, jj walzted into the store in a compelleiy rich and cheesy looking suit and cane, and an english accent. rafe had followed him, dressed like usual.

jj starts rambling to the worker about how she’s a stuck up snob and her “knickers must be in a twist cheerio” before threatening to whack one of the display cases with the cane.

rafe let’s him have his fun before buying two diamond cut bracelets for reader.

and of course, a diamond anklet for jj. (he will lose it.)

should i actually write it out

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The Nevermore kids wanting to talk to Enid but was interrupted by a werewolf (Mercury) just drapping herself on top of Enid's shoulders and apparently calling Enid daddy (Mercury was in a mess with Enid mood, messing with the Nevermore kids was a nice accident)

Enid sighs before tilting head head up because mercury and her damn affections insists on scenting everyone in the pack "what is it?"

Mercury easily slid her cheek onto enid's jaw and is now very aware of the nightshades watching them. She really just wanted to steal enid away but the fierce glare that the nightshade's leader was giving has her giving a wink in return.

the leader didn't like that and oooo did that do something to Mercury.

The omega's smile twisted into something coy and she fluttered her lashes up to a confused Enid. She can see the way her alpha's brain loaded a wonder of huh? what are you doing?

"Enid," Mercury drags out, her lips falling into a pout as she practically pressed as much as she could towards her leader. "why couldn't you stay in bed?"

Enid gave an unimpressed stare but it doesn't stop her ears from burning that pretty shade of red. Seems like she's aware that Mercury is teasing but why? "because i have things to do?"

"other than me!?" Mercury gasps and if the heat of the nightshade's glare was silver, she might as well be dead.

Enid burned bright and oh is that beautiful. It was absolutely making her giddy, it must've been the audience but its not everyday her leader flushed so bright that she went tomato red.

"honey!" Enid snarls and just in time, the twins came walzting into the scene. "You can't just say that in public!"

"oooo!" coos Skoll, a shit eating grin on his face. "you got nicknamed!!'

Hati raised a brow, noting the agape group of outcasts nearby. "infront of an audience? Bold Mercury, bold."

too busy trying to explain that no its not like that Hati! Enid pauses and looks back to see the nightshades gone

[f1-disaster-bi]

Any hangover AU? Maybe Lando being the one that's still tipsy for once and Lance looking after him 😅

I love you for bringing me this!

"Lando, please stop running away" Lance groaned, a hand pressed to his side as he called after the other but all he got in response was fading giggles as Lando disappeared down the hallway. The sheet he had wrapped around himself billowing a little as he did, making it look like a cape. "I'm too hungover for this", Lance mumbled, taking a moment to catch his breath before he jogged down the hallway of Kimi's house to try find his boyfriend. There were drivers still scattered around the living room. Some of them awake and groaning, feeling the after effects of Kimi's birthday party, and others were still dead to the world and snoring without a care in the world despite the penis' drawn on their faces (Yuki had gotten really good at them). "Have you seen Lando?", Lance asked, earning groans from some of the half alive drivers and a middle finger from Max. "Outback", Kimi replied as he walzted out of the kitchen with food in hand that had George's face turning an interesting shade of green. Lance didn't stick around to see what happened. He had a little drunken gremlin to catch before he did something stupid like deciding to do one of Daniel's bets that he had talked Lando out of last night. It was nice and cool outside which Lance was greatful for. He always ran warm when hungover, and the coolness was a welcome relief as he looked around. He was quickly able to spot his boyfriend, the white of the sheet sticking out amongst the green of the garden. "What are you doing?", Lance asked as he finally got an arm around Lando, holding him close. "Feed the goat, Lancey", Lando mumbled, looking up at him with glazed eyes, "Gotta feed 'im" Lance looked down at what Lando was doing. He had a clump of grass in the hand not holding the sheet, and he was trying to feed it to a stone statue of a goat. Lance watched as Lando continued to offer it to the statue, frown growing on Lando's face by the second before he looked back up at Lance with a pout. "Gary doesn't like me, Lance", Lando whined a little, eyes a little teary and Lance had to resist the urge to laugh. "That is because Gary is a statue, baby", Lance comforted him, pressing a kiss against his temple, "Why don't we have some water and a nap and you can try again?" Lando sighed, and sadly threw his grass at Gary the Goat statue before he leaned into Lance and wrapped his arms around him. "Carry me?" "I might puke if I do, love" Lando just hummed before blindly patting in the direction of Lance's head. "S'okay, me too"

[lonelyvomit]

Abby! I'm going through the songs competing in the Norwegian national final and these three made me think of you:

Gåte - Ulveham Mistra - Walzt of Death GOTHMINISTER - We Come Alive

I'd love to hear your opinions even if you hate every single one 😄 But please don't feel pressured if you have no time or interest to go through these 🖤

there's gotta be something in norwegian water because god damn.

Gåte - Ulveham: holy. shit. I'm gonna start off with the fact that I don't generally listen to female vocalists, they just don't usually do much for me (preference or internalized misogyny, I'll never know, it's just how it works for me), but this is fucking amazing. I will always have a soft spot for folk metal, the vocals are powerful and unyielding, and there's potential for an absolutely brilliant stage performance here. the fact that this song is giving me strong visual ideas in my head based purely on the delivery even when I don't understand a single word and have no music video to build these ideas on says everything. it fucking delivers.

Mistra - Waltz of Death: this one unfortunately takes a big hit from that distaste for female vocals that I personally have, and is a perfect example of where an objectively talented singer just doesn't work for me. this one being in english also makes the lyrics understandable, but I cant really say that to be beneficial here tbh - the song doesn't really say anything. the words sound pretty, but there's little to no story there. it feels like they're banking heavily on the emotional delivery, but it's not quite doing it for me. I absolutely love the idea and creativity in mixing classical vocals with heavy black metal inspired sound, and I could easily see myself loving this act if it was delivered by a male vocalist. but I also wanna acknowledge that since most people don't share that issue against female vocals with me, I could see this doing perfectly fine overall and be a very interesting act for the general ESC crowd.

GOTHMINISTER - We Come Alive: eheheeheheeheehhee THIS IS MY SHIT!!! I was headbanging 40 second in. regardless of what happens to this act in the elections and if they go to ESC or not, I'm adding them to my music library right now. the vibe, the vocals, THE AESTHETIC? I'm obsessed, I'm fed, I'm living, injecting this song directly into my bloodstream as we speak. gothic horror metal Nicholas Cage didn't just come knocking on my door, he drove a freight train right through it. voice reminds me of Chris Harms from Lord Of The Lost who's voice I absolutely adore too, but with the darker lyrical themes Gothminister is even more my thing than LotL was.

as a summary, my favorite is definitely Gothminister, but being fully aware that my preferences rarely align with the majority, I'm just gonna say I wouldn't be mad if any of these wins. I've really liked Norway's entries for the past 3 years lmao, I'm excited to see if they keep it up ✨

[unreadpoppy]

9, 26, 33 for the ask game? :)

Thanks for the ask nonnie!

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Now, I must confess something. I have never in my life drank coffee (and i don't really plan to). The smell is too strong and I don't like drinking hot stuff, so in this particular scenario I would go with cold coffee.

26. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Walzting in a beautiful gown with a man, and then runnin away, down a bunch of stairs.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

Honestly, I lead a very boring life so I can't really remember any recent ones? I guess I'll say like last year there was this audition thing in the center of my city, and me and my friends signed up to do it and for a moment, there were no buses that stopped there and we almost considered going by foot (it was a long walk btw) but then we managed to get one.

We had to walk another portion of the way, on which we were stopped in this bridge where a guy was like dressed up like a 1700's dutch merchant and there were two other people filming it and they stopped to ask us some questions about the history of our city and that particular bridge bc the anniversary of the city was coming up and there was going to be a performance there about when Johan Maurits van Nassau-Siegen made the cow fly, and the reason they were asking us about it was bc they were doing promotional material (and we were literally the only people to stop by and talk to them) and this is how we ended up on the city's instagram page.

And then it took us so long to find the building where the audition was happening bc it was closed, we all almost quit but we ended up doing it anyways. That whole day feels like a fever dream sometimes.

[fishfingersandscarves]

My first time het wasn't that funny. I really loved that guy and just wanted it. Well after we finished my mom came back home and just walzt into my room, were we both were still very naked. The silence afterwards was... heavy. And after like 2 minutes were we all stood there frozen I burst out laughing like a maniac.

Well with the gay sex I am (sadly) still a virgin. Haven’t found me someone yet (after my very very late coming out that I am gay as fuck)

LOL

[trinitros]

starter for @korolnichevoya

ever since the king of ravka had set his eyes on wylan, they’d felt strange. not so much in an intimidated way but they always felt like the man was watching them or grinning at them, smirking. they never knew why or what they’d done to catch his attention so much but the feeling of warmth nestled into his chest became stronger and stronger as each day passed, almost like a growing plant over his heart and he didn’t quite know how to feel about that happening. 

they’d been given their own lab, their own little hub to work in while they were in ravka and while they’d told nikolai that a small room would do wonders, the king refused to listen to it and seemed content in giving wylan the biggest room the kerch born merchling had ever seen in their entire life. 

the walls were made of stone but covered in white paint, golden trims outlined each corner of the room and elegant designs on the ceiling that felt all too much but wylan supposed rich people didn’t really have much else to do with their time than make things look pretty with their mountains of money. while they never got to enjoy the money their father made, they definitely saw how he spent it and they could never understand why he couldn’t help those that stood below him in the working class. though, jan van eck wasn’t really known for his kindness. 

wylan was snapped out of their thoughts when the demon himself walked into the room and made wylan jump slightly at the door opening. they stood straight as the king walzted in, the usual fashion that wylan had very much so grown used to during his time at the palace.

“your high- majes- nikolai.”