#((the usual; thinking I know which verse it is and then everything... goes down a waterslide...))

[stonecoldmeme]

❛  no one heard our screams for a long time.  ❜

Quotes That Broke Me starters | accepting but VERY SLOW

Even he could admit, if asked, that the idea of him keeping regular, run-of-the-mill, boring and magic-free pistols on his person seemed a little bit dumb. He still had the ones he kept in the Armiger, and those never needed maintenance! Somehow. For some reason. He never really questioned it.

He supposed he could probably keep others in there, but he just. He was never sure if he'd always be able to pull them out. Or if they'd have that same "magical maintenance" thing going on in the first place. Maybe they'd just disappear forever, he didn't know.

He did know that giving his hands something to do was important when he was hearing about Ardyn's past. Anything the man said, basically. Slide, disassemble. Wipe, oil, wipe, check the slide. Reassemble. Click, click, click. Helped him think, ironically enough. Helped him listen without reacting too much. That got... harder.

"Pretty sure they're still bouncing around, actually." He didn't look up, voice easily kept casual. A little distant. Like it was any other conversation. "The screams. I've heard them in caverns. In my dreams, sometimes." He didn't--

He didn't want to think about that.

[summercourtship]

Hi,

I love how you write Jonathan Crane and I’m always stalking on AO3!

That being said, could you do an NSFW Alphabet for him?

Thank you so much!!

thank you!!

I would have been very surprised if I received no requests for Jonathan lol

NSFW Alphabet: Jonathan Crane (Nolan!Verse) (18+)

warnings: mentions of dubious consent, unhealthy relationships, manipulative actions, sexual topics obviously

SEND ME A CHARACTER FOR A NSFW ALPHABET | CHARACTER LIST

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There are two possible outcomes for Jonathan post-sex: sometimes, he goes right back to whatever he was doing before and basically ignores you. But other times he practically smothers you with affection after sex. Not necessarily in a caring way, either, it's definitely more like love-bombing. He doesn't want your mind straying from him, he wants you to associate that beautiful state of post-coital bliss with him and what he was able to do for you. He wants you to be completely dependent on him, and he will definitely encourage that behavior after sex- he'll offer to do everything for you, cooing sweet praise in your ear all the while- which just makes the times where he ignores you seem that much more devastating, which in turn makes you needier for him when he returns. In his mind, it's a win-win.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I don't imagine that Jonathan views himself as being particularly attractive and thus doesn't exactly have a favorite body part of his. If pressed on the issue, he would say something corny like his mind. Yours: Legs. From the calves to your thighs, he loves to kiss his way up your legs to your cunt or keep a possessive hand on your thigh when he's sitting next to you. He loves to watch them part to make room for him or how they feel when you wrap them around him when he's fucking into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants to mark you from the inside out, wants to claim you as his in the most primal way possible... he's coming inside. Would definitely fuck you in his office, come inside, and then pull up your underwear so it doesn't drip down your thighs as you go about the rest of your day with his come inside of you. (Whether or not you immediately go to the bathroom to clean it up yourself is up to you.)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to expose you to higher doses of the fear toxin so badly. The mental image he has concocted of you, wide eyed with fear and begging him for reprieve, is enough to make his cock swell with need and derail whatever he was thinking about before. He hasn't gotten to the point where he'll beg you for it, but I think if you found out about it, you could tease him with it enough for him to break and just beg you to let me give it to you, please?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn't actually have a crazy amount of experience. A few flings in college and med school, but enough that he has some semblance of confidence in what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can look in your eyes and see you lose yourself is one he will prefer. He wants to see your usually intelligent eyes fade as you become a needy mess, barely able to string together your pleas to come. He wants you to wrap yourself around him, to push himself so close to you that it is like you are one being, only separated by a centimeter or two of space. He'll take you from behind, but only in very specific scenarios and typically as a form of punishment or because he just needed to have you right then and there.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is very serious unless he's chuckling at your expense. If you laugh during sex, expect him to be a baby about it, it will completely ruin his mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't have that much body hair to begin with-- the usual spots like underarms and legs, some on his chest, and a light happy trail leading to a small amount of hair at the base of his cock. He keeps it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's horribly intimate but it's not exactly romantic. He's just an overwhelming presence, he wants all of your focus in those moments to be entirely on him, just as his is entirely on you. His desire for you can feel all-consuming sometimes, like being caught in a blaze that you can't escape from. It's almost a relief when you're done and he lets you go... only for him to bring you back to him when the need strikes him again.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first found himself attracted to you, he found that he needed to pleasure himself more often. Before you got together, he almost felt like a man possessed-- there were times where it was almost as soon as you left his presence that he was pulling himself out with a groan of your name. Once you got together, though, he doesn't have that need anymore (because he can just fuck you instead). He likes to watch you masturbate too, especially when you get all shy and flustered under his gaze.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I mentioned it before but intoxication. It doesn't even need to be his fear toxin, though there is an allure to the intimacy that comes with it being his own creation that's incapacitating you. But there's something about you being completely dependent on him in that moment that is addicting to him. Fear kink, duh. But not just for seeing you afraid-- if you could manage to make him afraid, that would be enough to keep him going all night.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers his bedroom, but will happily take you in other parts of his apartment (bent over the counter, against one of the windows looking out on Gotham, on the table, draped overtop of you on the couch), in his office (having you on the desk, making you kneel beneath it, trying to balance the two of you on his chair), his car.... He has definitely thought about taking you to the warehouse where he manufactures the fear toxin and fucking you there, but he would not want any of his hired men to see. So it remains a fantasy. (In the same vein, has definitely thought about taking you in an alleyway as Scarecrow).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Power. He likes to have control. A lot of his fantasies with you revolve around having some sort of fucked up power dynamic. While he is definitely interested in making you codependent on him, he wants you to fight back. He would not be interested if you just gave up immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would not want to be humiliated. If he feels like he's being made fun of, he will stop. While he likes to see your brain turn off during sex, he would not be interested in someone who doesn't value their own intelligence. You are an intelligent person, that's why he's drawn to you. Don't play dumb, it makes you look like a fool and he doesn't suffer fools.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I will never write a man who doesn't give oral. But also, he actually loves eating you out. The way your thighs tremble around his head, the noises you make, how your hand grips his hair as you take from him what you want... it's one of his favorite ways to be intimate with you. If you're giving him oral, expect to receive much of the same treatment.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends entirely on his mood. I think he can both be punishingly fast and torturously slow and it's always a guessing game.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. Not everyday, but often enough that it's definitely on your mind when he calls you into his office or if he lingers in his car for too long.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If he brings it up- yes. If you bring it up, you would have to convince him to try something new. Despite his seemingly uncaring exterior, he is very aware of how he appears to others and is fairly insecure. He will not to anything that might make him look foolish, even if it's just between you two.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends entirely on how worked up he is. But he can definitely likes to make sure you come at least twice before he does, so even if you aren't going for multiple rounds you get that.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. Though I can see him being intrigued by the idea of using them (he has definitely thought about tying you down and using a vibrator on you until you're begging for release), I don't think he would actually do it... unless, of course, you wanted him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys building up to the act, so I imagine orgasm denial is a fairly regular occurrence with him. Expect him to bring you to the edge multiple times before letting you come. He would also then be into overstimulating you a bit, just to see what else he can pull out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, he would definitely quiet any sounds that imply a lack of control. He would still talk to you during it, but he would muffle any grunts, groans, moans, etc. That is, unless you actually manage to make him lose some of his control, then he might loosen up a bit. There was one time where you could have sworn you heard him whine before he came but you knew better than to bring it up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has spent more time than he'd like to admit on the fantasy of being your doctor or therapist. Both with you as an inmate in the asylum and as a normal patient. I might have to write something for this because I can't stop thinking about it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's average. Not too big, not too small, not too girthy, maybe a little bit on the skinny side but not excessively. I never really put much thought into a character's penis, it's not important to me.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As mentioned before, prior to meeting you, his sex drive was pretty low. He had other more important things to worry about. He could get away with masturbating once a week and be just fine. But then he met you and something... shifted. Suddenly, it was like he was a teenager again, his veins thrumming with need. Once he was finally able to actually fuck you, he was insatiable. It calms down after a while, but he's still eager to have you whenever he can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You will never see him fall asleep before you. It's rare to even wake up in the middle of the night and see him asleep beside you. He likes to watch you fall asleep, though. Knowing that you think he's safe to be around when he is decidedly not is almost enough to make him wake you back up for another round. But no, he'll let you sleep.

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (LI)

Chapter 51 : ‘Here begins a new life’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Time for a romantic honeymoon!!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3084

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

La Vita Nuova

In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life

Dante Alighieri, quote from La Vita Nuova

It was warm. Too warm one could say, and yet you didn’t have the heart to complain, and neither did Andrew.

The sunset in Florence was a sight to behold. It coloured the Ponte Vecchio with golden hues, catching in the windows of the houses built there. The bridge stretched above the river, that seemed to glimmer with gold. And above the building on your right, further away, the Florence Cathedral rose above everything else, the globe of its roof tainted with an even brighter shade of orange than its usual hues because of the dying sun.

It was magical, truly. You had spent your day visiting the Galleria dell’Academia, and even now, a few hours later, you still couldn’t believe that you had seen Michelangelo’s David with your own two eyes…

You licked some of your gelato, as it was about to drip on your hand. Sweet, perfect to cool down in the hot air of late summer in Italy.

God… when had you gotten so lucky in life?

An arm was draped over your shoulders, bringing an answer to your question.

“I know that it’s still pretty early,” Andrew said, his voice quiet and soft, his usual tone that you loved so much. “But I have to admit that I’m absolutely knackered. Is that alright if we go back to the hotel after that ice cream?”

“Gelato!” you corrected him, making him roll his eyes, but his grin was giving him away.

“Right… gelato.”

“Hmm… I love when you speak Italian.”

“Do you, now?”

“It’s sexy.”

You looked away as Andrew’s eyes lit up, and he pulled you closer.

“I’ll learn how to speak Italian. The second we go home, I’m booking a class or something.”

You laughed at him.

“You’ll definitely need it, considering how limited your vocabulary is in that language.”

“I still know how to say the most important things,” he argued. “Per favore. Grazzie mille. Pasta. Pizza. Gelato. Museo. Ciao. »

He made sure to stare into your eyes when he added another word.

“Ti amo.”

You giggled, and you were almost embarrassed by how much of a schoolgirl you sounded like. But then it was Andrew, he always had this effect on you.

“Mia moglie…” he trailed off, slowing the pace of your walking to steal a kiss.

My wife. God, you were not used to being called that, yet.

“Hmm… you’re right, these definitely are the most important things.”

It was your time to steal a kiss.

“Think so too. So, what do you say, we go back to the hotel?”

You nodded, eating some of your ice cream, and licking at some of Andrew’s to steal some of the strawberry flavour he had chosen. He merely chuckled breathily as you did.

You kept on walking a little longer, taking in the view, the atmosphere, the busy street, while you and Andrew were taking your time. You were on your honeymoon, after all. You had time. A three-weeks long trip across Italy, that would show some of the places you had always dreamt of visiting.

And you got to do it all with the love of your life, how wonderful was that?

You walked back to the hotel as the night was falling for good on the town. You had eaten already, getting high on red wine and lasagna, and then bought a gelato as a dessert. So, when you stepped into your hotel room, you expected for Andrew to ask if you wanted to shower first, to quickly go to bed out of exhaustion after your long day. So, you took off your shoes, took in the view of the room, the large bed covered with white sheets, your bags tugged away in a corner, the small desk, the chair, and the large window with linen curtains that were letting in the last of the light for the day, thinking about cuddling with Andrew before falling asleep in his arms…

… until you heard the click of the lock on the door, the shuffling of Andrew taking off his shoes behind you, and felt his fingers on your arm, gently pulling to make you turn around. You instantly yielded, turning to him with a questioning look, only to be met with a stare that you knew all too well. Dilated pupils, stare intense, focused on you, with something tender and adoring in their light…

Before you could say a word, Andrew was holding your face in his hands, and crashing his lips against yours. If you were surprised, kissing him was second nature by now, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, going to your tiptoes so he wouldn’t have to bend too much. He moved a hand down your body, all the way to the small of your back, to pull you closer to him and help you keep your balance. You were soon out of breath, but kept on kissing, kissing, and kissing again, while Andrew softly pushed you backwards, making you move towards the bed.

You finally pulled away when he started unfastening your dress, pulling the zipper down and making your head spin with his fingers grazing the bare skin they revealed…

“I thought… I thought you were tired,” you whispered, barely breathing at all.

Another kiss, breathtaking, shaking all of you, down to your very soul, the earth-shattering kind of kisses that showed you his love, his adoration even.

Your dress fell at your feet. He ran a hand through your hair.

“I might have lied a little on that one, my love,” he confessed, something cheeky in his smile, and you kissed that tinge of cockiness away.

“So… you just wanted to get me in your bed, huh? I’ve found your secret,” you chuckled, although your knees were growing weak as Andrew’s hands moved across your bare skin.

He laughed as well, lips a breath away from yours.

“Indeed, that was my plan all along. Can you blame me though? I’m on my honeymoon with my beautiful wife…”

You couldn’t help but shy away a little at his words, and Andrew used your movement to gently hold your earlobe between his teeth, making you moan.

You had arrived in Italy three days ago, and all the two of you had been doing aside from seeing the sights was enjoying each other’s bodies.

Andrew seemed to still be as insatiable though… and you were definitely not complaining.

“So, what do you think about this plan of mine?” he whispered into your ear, voice suave and deep, almost hoarse, while he rubbed soothing circles into your hips.

You looked up at him, staring right into his hazel eyes.

“I think my gorgeous husband is wearing way too many clothes now.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice…

Andrew was dozing off. It turned out he was tired, and even though it was just 11pm, he was about to deeply fall asleep. You knew he was. It was easy to recognize the signs. His breathing had slowed, his eyes were closed, and the crease on his brow had disappeared. You noticed how his lips slightly parted. His hold on you loosened, but remained unmoving. For once, the night owl was the first to fall asleep, so you seized the occasion to admire him properly. Studied how his long hair was spread on the white pillow, listened to his soft breathing, admired his long eyelashes. You reached out to trace the edge of his nose with your fingertip, your touch barely there at all. He slightly scrunched his nose, moved his body closer to yours, and remained asleep, making you grin. You ran your fingers through his hair, careful not to wake him, gently kissed his closed eyelids, breathed in his scent…

Despite your long day, though, you weren’t sleepy. Your head was buzzing with the artwork you had admired during the day, and your legs were growing a little numb in the messy tangle of limbs you and Andrew had made in your cuddling time.

So, gently, slowly, you started to untangle yourself from Andrew’s embrace, stopping a couple of times when he stirred. Eventually though, you got up, grabbed a bathrobe and opened the large window, stepping onto the tiny balcony. There was barely enough room for a flower pot, a couple of tiny chairs, but it didn’t matter. The streets were still pretty busy, the shushed buzzing of conversations and traffic humming above the city. A gentle breeze made you shiver, but you didn’t want to walk back inside for now. Instead, you admired the view, took in the lights that stained the night. You could see the Ponte Vecchio from your window, the splashes of light it created on the river. It was magical, beyond words…

You turned around as you heard shuffling in the bedroom, and you saw Andrew putting on a bathrobe as well, smiled at how tiny it looked on his long frame. He smiled when he caught your eyes, walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, pressing his chest to your back.

He kissed your hair, played with the belt of the bathrobe, ran his fingers on the little embroidery there, the same decorating his own, the initials of the hotel…

“What are you doing?” he asked, kissing your hair again.

You could hear the tiredness in his voice.

“Just admiring the view. You can go back to bed, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I always notice when you leave our bed.”

You smiled at the simple confession, a mere statement of a fact. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, admired the view as well.

“It’s so beautiful here,” he mumbled without thinking.

“Hmm… it is.”

“We should move here.”

“Here?”

“We could say goodbye to the rain and the cold…”

“And our jobs.”

“We’re academics. We’re international, babe.”

You chuckled at that, but couldn’t deny it.

“I’m sure we could find a couple of spots, with a bit of patience.”

“You would have to really book these classes to learn the language,” you teased, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

“Hmm… about that… I don’t know if it’s worth it, me doing that.”

“Really?”

“Considering our evening, it seems I don’t need to speak Italian to seduce you.”

You really looked for a cheeky comeback, but your brain was mushy feeling him grin into your hair, tightening his hold on you, imagining the light of mischief in his eyes.

He chuckled lowly, before letting out a long exhale.

“I think I’d still prefer to go home,” you whispered, and Andrew hummed as an invitation for you to go on. “This is so nice, but… it feels like a fairytale, like… like it’s not real. I can’t imagine myself filling up taxes in a place like this, you know? Or running late for work, or doing laundry… And this honeymoon is amazing, don’t get me wrong… but it’s not real. And I want to do real life with you. With the boring stuff too. Do you see what I mean?”

“That you really love filling up taxes? I’ll let you do all the work at home then,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, pinching his arm in revenge, making him giggle.

“Andy! I’m serious!” you admonished.

“I know, sorry. No, I do understand what you mean. I want to do the boring stuff with you too. The simple stuff. The day-to-day stuff.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“But for now… we’re here, on our honeymoon. And in four days we’ll leave for Venice, and a week after that for Rome…”

“We really outdid ourselves with this trip,” you grinned.

“We did. And we don’t have to fill our taxes, so… let’s go back to bed. Tomorrow we’re going to the cathedral. And I want to eat at this tiny pizzeria we saw this afternoon. I had a good feeling about it.”

“Sure, we can do that.”

“Come back to bed… please, love… come back to bed…”

Your eyes lingered on the night sky, on the moon and the inky infinite beyond, on the tiny stars sparkling across it, on the lights of the city, vibrant with life, on the bridge that crossed the river and the sparks it ignited over the water.

You turned your back to it, facing Andrew. Your husband. God, you were still not used to the idea… you had gotten married less than a week ago… how crazy was that?

“Are you realising?”

“Realising what?”

“Like… is your brain registering the fact that… we’re married. We’re married, Andy. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. And we’re going to spend the rest of our lives loving each other. Isn’t that crazy?”

His hand rose to cradle your face, touch gentle, filled with tenderness. His gaze softened, and he didn’t have to say the words for you to feel loved.

“Honestly? The fact that you said yes when I proposed hasn’t sunk in yet, let alone the fact that you actually said I do…”

You laughed at that, rising to your tiptoes to drop pecks on his lips.

“No… no, I still can’t believe we’re married,” he shook his head, and you kissed the corner of his lips as he smiled. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough for you to love me.”

You rewarded him with a kiss, long and intimate, feeling him lean into you, seeking your touch and your embrace.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him, stared at his hazel eyes. They looked fully brown in the dim orange of the streetlights.

“I can’t realise yet, either. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Come on, let’s go back to bed,” you nodded, and let him pull you into the hotel room again.

You closed the window, climbed back into bed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes when Andrew took off his bathrobe and asked you to do the same.

“And here you go… just to get me naked in your bed again.”

He gave you a cheeky grin, toothy and almost boyish, so pleased with himself as you complied and slipped under the sheets fully naked.

He held you close the second you had settled into the bed.

“To be fair,” he whispered into your ear, voice deep, so deep it made a shudder travel up your spine and your head spin, “I just want to feel you against me. It’s reassuring and… intimate. To touch your skin. Not in a sexual way but… to simply feel close to you. Does that make sense?”

You heaved a sigh.

“How come you always say things that make me fall even more in love with you, huh? Even after all this time?”

He laughed, nuzzled his face against yours.

And soon enough, you were both fast asleep, your night filled with happy dreams…

“Love, hurry up! We’re gonna be late.”

Andrew was hurrying already, as he mumbled angrily under his breath. He stabbed his toe in the kitchen chair, cursing loudly, grabbing his lunchbox and hurrying to the hallway, where you were impatiently waiting for him.

“I know. No need to say anything,” he warned you, clearly annoyed, and you merely crossed your arms before your chest as he grabbed his jean jacket.

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” you said in a neutral tone, grabbing his bag as well as yours and walking outside the house.

Andrew hurried behind you, locking the door of your shared home and hurrying in the driver’s seat of his car.

It was your first day back to Trinity, back to reality, after your honeymoon, and he couldn’t pretend that it was going smoothly so far. It was his fault, to be fair, he and his inability to be on time…

He was surprised when you rested your hand on his thigh.

“Let’s not fight or get mad this morning,” you said, offering an olive branch. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have rushed you so much.”

He took a deep breath, and found it easy to relax while your fingers traced circles into his thigh through his blue jeans.

“I’m sorry for being always late,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Are you?”

He let out a long exhale.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He gave your hand a squeeze before he had to place his hand back on the steering wheel.

A comfortable silence filled up the car again, until you turned on the radio. Van Morrison’s voice filled the vehicle, making Andrew smile.

“How many ‘congratulations’ do you think we’re gonna have to go through today?” he asked, making you chuckle.

“Like you’re not going to enjoy every single one of them…” you teased, giving his thigh a squeeze.

“I do enjoy the reminder that you accepted to marry me, out of all people.”

You leaned across the car to kiss his cheek, making his skin turn a little pink.

“Do you think the students are gonna notice?” he asked after a short silence.

“Probably. Especially for you.”

“Me?”

“You rarely wear rings,” you reminded him.

Andrew nodded, brushing his hair away from his face and readjusting his glasses.

“The chaos our love causes,” he chuckled, and you soon joined him.

“Tell me about it,” you teased, making him roll his eyes despite his grin.

“I give them a week,” he said, but you shook your head.

“You’re underestimating them, especially this group we’ve been teaching for years now... the ones who caught up on us dating.”

Andrew laughed at the memory of your students losing their minds in the cafeteria a couple of years before when he had kissed you in front of them. It was common knowledge on the campus that the two of you were a couple by now, but that you were newly-weds…

“Maybe,” he conceded. “Three days?”

“Aren’t you supposed to see Saoirse this afternoon?”

He nodded with a hum as an answer.

“Then the entire campus will know by tomorrow morning.”

“You think so?”

“Oh… yes…”

Andrew thought you were exaggerating. He didn’t notice how his student’s eyes grew round when she noticed his new wedding-band, nor the way she kept on looking in your direction during her time in your office, trying to spot your own ring.

But you were wrong. The entire campus knew by the end of the afternoon.

The whatsapp group had never been more active, a tidal-wave following Saoirse’s message.

THE LOVE BIRDS ARE FUCKING MARRIED!

[janus-cadet]

This card is brighter than the one I usually do- might even be the most colorful of the whole deck, so far! Which- fitting. Today, let's welcome Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie, double figures for the Ten of Cups!

(Now usually, the card also have one or two more people on it; I thought about adding Pentious, but our snake should have his card soon enough. Therefore, it's just the girls.)

Explanations under the cut, as well as a poll for the next card to draw, and the rest of the Hazbin tarot cards!

Upright, the Ten of Cups embodies happiness, joy, and emotional contentment. You have created an abundance of love and happiness in your life, and you now share this love with others, expanding your heart even more. This fits Charlie and what she created with her hotel, supported by Vaggie- together, they are the start of it all. You are now surronded by your loved ones (it's a fucking happy day in hell!), with whom you share a powerful and deep connection. You support one another, and you help other to reach their highest potential- on the path to redemption! Most of all, you do it because seeing others happy is the greatest joy you could have. It's the "happy family" card by excellence, as well as a positive card for romantic relationships- you're in a blissful one, if that's what you're looking for, to the point you may believe that you ar soulmates destined to be with one another (I do love them, mh, mh). When the card appears in your reading, it's time for you to take a step back, and appreciate everything you accomplished. You went through hard time, but look at that! You can do this, now we know it, and you actually did. Follow your heart, says the card, and follow your inner sens of Good.

Reversed, the card brings more subtility. You can see the Upright reading as mostly Charlie's idealistic view on the hotel and on redemption; but with the reversed Ten of Cups come the struggles. You may feel disconnected and disengaged from your loved ones, like your estranged father and your missing mother. You try to connect, but each times, something goes wrong, and the distance between you grows. Why does he forgets everything you say? Can't he pay attention? Why is he not calling more often? Or maybe you're afraid to trust, and you're keeping some secrets close to your chest. You don't open up enough, and you create, without meaning to, a distance with others, with her. You're too rash and too impulsive, but you mean well- surely, they can see that? It may have an impact on your relationship; you need to realise that nothing is perfect, and every relationship has its ups and downs. The Ten of Cups invite you to seek out a common ground with your loved ones, and rebuild the relationship from there. Talk to your father about why, exactly, he's so reluctant to help; talk to your partner about who you are, and where you came from. Open the lines of communication and be ready to hold space for one another. Be compassionate, understanding, and respectful. The card can also mean that you're starting to doubt yourself, and what you are doing. Is it really worth it? Are you up to the task? Are you letting other people down? You have to rethink those questions. Think about what makes you happy, what you believe in, and bring back your focus to that.

And that's it for today! I'm planning to do at least three more Hazbin cards- if the fixation does not die by then. Not that it shows any sign of slowing down, oh boy- they are all so fun to draw, too!

Anyway.

And with that, Hazbin Hotel verse is the most represented fandom in my whole deck of cards, right before Doctor Who. Ah!

If you have read this far- well done. So proud of you. You win a peach cider, if you're even able to drink this abomination. And paf, the rest of the cards!

[bruciemilf]

Obligatory things I need in beyond the spider verse or ELSE:

Miles and 42 Miles sibling banter

42 Miles roasting the fuck out of Miguel “How you gonna let Dark Garfield fold you? Couldn’t be me.”

MORE HOBIE

MILES AND THE SINISTER SIX TEAM UP

“If you can’t have a loyal friend, find a good enemy.”

FELICIA MOTHERFUCKING HARDY

Felicia recognizing Peter B under the Spidey mask immediately. “I know that’s you, Pete.”

“Play dumb.” “… Who’s Peter?” “Not THAT dumb.”

Extremely important to me that Felicia calls Peter B and every Peter variant “peanut”

Her revealing that actually, he broke up with HER, and no one believes it. Patrick (Web-Slinger) is particularly doubtful until Peter B confirms it.

“I did break up with her! Why’s that so surprising?”

Noir: I want to be honest, but I also want to be nice

Patrick: Usually when I make a mistake, it’s not intentional

Cliche as fuck, but, Peter variants chasing Felicia (she’s creating a diversion) and they end up in an elevator. Felicia being stuck between Peter variants like, “me-ow.”

PEOPLE BEING DOWN BAD FOR FELICIA THATS ALL

42 Miles calling Felicia (yes this is rapidly becoming a Felicia post I’m aware) “auntie Fel”

Pav and Miles friendship <3 Miles saying he wishes he could be as effortlessly great as Pav, and Pav refuting that by saying “are you kidding me? I’d give everything to be… Real. Like you. Miles, you’re great because you work to be. Even when you think you’re not.”

GWEN APOLOGIZING AND BEING A LITTLE JEALOUS OF MILES’ NEW SQUAD

Miguel finally apologizing to Miles and owning up to his mistakes. Also finally meeting Rio and getting the shit beat out of him with a shoe

GREEN GOBLIN BEING THE FINAL VILLAIN

Peter seeing others being down bad for Felicia and being confronted with the fact that he still has feelings for her

He’s also super jealous but insists that’s not the case. “Me? Jealous? Who’s jealous haha not me” (eye twitching)

The spider gang hanging out at the underground spot Miles goes to for graffiti and posing for a picture, which Miles submits to an art contest/scholarship and wins

The prompt was “Expectations Met”

[harrisonbrainrot]

Indiana Jones NSFW Alphabet

18+ MDI

Teehee, content for my POOKIE. God, I love him, I'm feral, a horny monster, I have thots.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Indy is alright at aftercare, but it really depends on the setting you've been in. A slow, romantic night home from a life threatening excursion for an ancient relic? He's taking care of you, treasuring you. He wants to make sure he takes his time with you, so you know how important you are to him. If it's a quickie in the heat of the moment because you might never get another chance to ever fuck again? Forget it, you're getting a soft kiss on the forehead, he's pulling your pants back up for you, and you're back to running for your life. Mess and all, you get enough attention to know he loves you but he's not stopping long enough to be all lovey dovey.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I genuinely think his favorite is his brain, he thinks he's so smart, and it makes him all smug and arrogant half the time. Which isn't untrue, he's very smart, but God does it make him insufferable sometimes.

That being said, he loves curves, feeling your waist tuck in and holding your hips, feeling your ass. It's hard to pick a singular feature, but he appreciates your figure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to hit it from the back and cum all over your ass. He loves seeing it run down off your cheeks and down the back of your thighs. It makes him feral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He told you the door to his classroom was locked, he really thought it was locked, and in the end it wasn't. It's a simple dirty secret, it added to the moment after. He had you bent over his desk, your backs to the door, and anyone could've walked in. He'd never tell you, he hates being wrong, but the thrill of being caught added to his experience.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Good lord, he's so sickeningly skilled, it's just unfair. He's so well versed, it's almost embarrassing because he's so much more experienced than you. He knows exactly what to do to leave you a crumbling, drooling mess and absolutely relishes in this fact.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, or missionary, but your legs are on his shoulders and he's folding you in half. He loves cowgirl when he's sore and battered from an adventure and he wants to be taken care of. He wants you to set the pace, he wants to hold your hips. He'll sit up and nuzzle your tits, sighing against them. His scruff drives you crazy and he loves how it combined with his warm breath makes you clench around him. If he's feeling himself and he's really wanting a good time, he's nearly pinning your thighs to your chest, just absolutely wrecking your pussy. The man bruises your cervix almost everytime in the most delicious, mind blowing way. You'll feel him for days after and it makes you just want it all over again.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be a total goober. If he's had a few drinks and you're home and he gets frisky, he's using bad lines to get you in bed and he's giggling and flushed. He's happy, he's safe, he's in love. So rarely does he feel this comfortable and content in his life, he can't help but feel giddy.

That being said, he's usually very down to business with sex. He wants to make love or fuck and he wants to do it right. Which requires his full attention if you both want to get off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed enough to be polite. Sometimes a bit too hairy when he gets back from being gone, but will return to his grooming habits promptly if you prefer it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Wildly intimate. I'm talking eye contact, soft praises, slow and deep thrusts. He wants to feel and chart everything to memory. How tight you are, how you flutter around him when he places open mouth kisses just under your ear. He loves it all. He wants you to feel absolutely loved. He might be a smart ass but that doesn't mean he isn't one to slack in the romance department.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he's desperate and you're not around, other than that he doesn't really ever jerk it. He's usually always with you and you two are always down to be horny monsters wherever you can be.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Call him sir or professor and see how fast he's making you moan in the nearest dark closet at the college.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In no particular order; outside in some jungle with you pressed against a tree, his office at the college with your legs spread on the desk, an old temple, palace, ancient ruins.. he's the first person there in hundreds, maybe thousands of years, and he's probably the first to cum there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Flirty banter, subtle touches, neck kisses. Bite his ear. He's a sensitive man, just breathe a certain way and he wants you mewling under him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not super into anything extremely taboo or rough, he likes rough sex but he's not into inflicting pain or anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive, loves to cum down your throat, holding your head steady and close while you gag around him. Is extremely skilled at giving though and will never, ever hesitate to go down on you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The man is fast and rough and hard, he knocks the air out of you. But that's not to say it isn't sensual. He's very strong, very skilled, he's not clumsy. He's not sloppy, unless he's drunk and you're both in a fever trying to get each other naked. He'll bend you over the nearest surface, rutting into you until sweat drips down him. His grip on your hips is harsh, but his thumb traces soft circles against your skin. He's relentless but he leans over you, kissing your neck, whispering soft praises against your skin.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a quickie master. Fucks in-between classes, lectures, and running for your lives. There's really never a time he'd say no to you. He'll pin your back against the wall, holding your thighs tight around his waist while he fucks you desperately. Your mouth silenced by his, as you moan into the kiss. "Sweetheart, your pretty little noises are gunna get us caught." He'd whisper into your skin, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, just to make you suffer and try to keep quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Let's be real, it's Indy. He's always taking risks. Quick fucks after surviving some traps in a tomb to celebratory sex, some idol found and he wants his other reward, you. And that's just on his adventures. He'd fuck you in cars, in his office, in his classroom, the library? Pinned up against the bookshelves, trying to be slow and gentle but it drives you both crazy, anything other than that and you'd get caught. Can't have that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Safely say two rounds, maybe three if you're lucky. But he lasts a while, almost too long, he's a master at edging, both himself and you. He won't come unless it's the perfect moment and he won't come first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably not tbh.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's 100% the biggest tease on the face of the planet. Little touches he knows drive you crazy while you're in public. Fuck, he'll finger you while you're at the bar ordering drinks in some foreign country where no one knows you, and once you're completely hot and bothered and basically dripping wet for him, he'll ignore you until his drink is finished. Just soft glances out of the corner of his eye while you wiggle and squirm and beg for even a modicum of his attention.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, he's fucking PRIMAL. When he can be vocal, he's swearing, grunting through gritted teeth, making these whiny little moans when you're on top. A bit of a shout with his head thrown back as he cums when he's fucking you. He's a vocal man.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kisses like a man starved. Open mouth kisses everywhere, his hands gripping you close. He kisses like every one is his last with you, because to be fair, it very well could be. His tongue against yours, against your throat, teeth against your soft skin. Forget it. He can ruin you with his kisses alone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8", cut, girthy enough to make you stretch delightfully, thick vein on the top that you love to trace to tease him, which gets him all huffy and puffy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Stupid high. He wants to fuck to wake up and he wants to fuck to go to bed and maybe have a quickie for brunch.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on the setting and time, he could be chipper after. If it's a desperate "I almost lost you, this, us" type fuck, he's almost asleep before he pulls out. He's dozing while still inside of you, all snuggled into your neck, his arms wrapped around you. (He loves that the most, he won't say that but he doesn't have to, you know your Indy)

[lsunstreakerl]

Hoe (with love) can you read minds by any chance now?? Because I've been lusting over the thought of Max taking control and Rico struggling not to cum instantly for over a week now. I've been debating about yapping the specifics to you but I didn't. And then I wake up on this wonderful Wednesday morning to not only a magnificent ver2 but yoU ALSO UPGRADED IT TO CATVOY VER2 WITH RIDING AND OWNING THAT DICK AND EATING PUSSY!! I'm on the floor, this is the best graduation gift ever. (Seriously though can you read minds because da fuk???)

LMFAOOOOO "hoe (with love)" got a genuine lol out of me.

service top rico has been living in my head for a while, he just hasn't quiteeee made it into any writing until now! it's the logical next step of him being the way he is— it's only natural that he's incredibly into max using him, because he likes giving max what he wants. human max occasionally thinks it's fun to see how much of that he can handle (sadistic).

catboy max, however, has divine right of cat. he's on rico's dick because it's his. (which is part of the reason he's so offended the one time rico tries to move him off.) the ownership thing goes both ways! except max really does just think everything is his, because he's spoiled and pampered and rico gives him whatever he wants anyways.

catboy max in the other two verses doesn't have the actual strength needed to pin down his owners (brocedes or charles) because he's a domestic hybrid, but rico's sort of dug this hole himself. his max is on the ideal specialized diet, he gets plenty of enrichment, they exercise often— max is an incredibly well taken care of apex predator, and he's all muscle. normally he's too lazy to use it, but that's because he doesn't usually have the need!

meanwhile, rico just lives life knowing he can't be beat by most people he comes across, so he was naturally also assuming this with max (normal max is smaller than him by a fair bit, but remember that catboy max is even smaller with the hybrid genetics). so when he realizes he can't get out from the pin, he unlocks a kink he didn't think he had! (and then spends the rest of the night and the following day making up his Heinous Offense to a sulking catboy)

catboy max and rico is an interesting flip on the dynamic the other two verses have, because in those, it's always the humans seeking out him for sex or whatever. he's there to fulfill their needs. compare that to max and rico, where rico lets max come to him whenever he wants sex, because his max knows that rico will fulfill that need! and max's sex drive is high enough that rico certainly never feels like he's going without— there's been a few times where he has to get creative because max's stamina eclipses his by quite a bit.

that was a bit of a yap, but I do love them very much!! and no, I cannot read minds <3

[moonwatcher2005]

Ok so another Idea

Princess luna from Mlp lands in nrc after her 1000 year imprisonment on the moon was over

Could either be Equestria exist in the twisted wonderland universe and nightmare moon is an actual villain and maybe part of the great 7

Or she lands in a new dimension after maybe Celestia instead of Twilight and the main five have to battle her. Perhaps Nightmare moon goes through a mirror portal back in Equestria and comes out of the mirror in twisted wonderland.

I thought the character of luna fits quite well into twst as she too has an evil alter ego and similar to both leona and malleus.

She has sibling problems, deals with jelousy and insecurities kinda like leona but she's also a feared and respected person that can feel lonely like malleus. In her appearance during nightmare night luna has troubles connecting with other ponies as she's not quite sure how to interact with them. Also there was the point where she didn't know that the royal canterlot voice wasn't an actual thing anymore

Also she would absolutely ratio sebek in terms of loudness.

Her hair is similar to idia in a kind of plasma way

Luma would probably also favor beastmen as she's also able to communicate with animals and has many pets which has been mentioned in the comics i think.

Lets go with the concept that luna reader lands in nrc after the banishment was over and Equestria exists in twisted wonderland ( because that would honestly create more juicy drama)

I favor the idea that she returns as luna instead of nightmare moon because that would cause conflict too early on. Celestia is aware that luna must by now have escaped the moon and has landed somewhere but she doesn't know where and is actively increasing security just in case and searching for her. Meanwhile, luna is confronted with Crowley who she immediately dislikes and distrusts. Mostly out of confusion and the way he behaves. When confronted with the mirror she would probably use an alias as she doesn't want to reveal her identity as princess luna. Luna has been shown as regretful and scared that her sister might abandon her because of the whole nightmare moon situation. So it makes sense to me that she would rather not have her sister show up immediately after she came back. The mirror might know that's not her true name but this can be solved by status alone. The mirror looks into the soul and sorts you into your suited dorm so the mirror would know who luna truly is but also that she contains nightmare moon.luna herself inconspicuously gets the mirror the not reveal her identity or nightmare moon manipulates it and we go down the usual rout of grim coming in and causing chaos. Luna seemed to be a very combat active person so I'd like to think that she is more well versed in combat while ber sister mostly does public appearances and paperwork so luna would be quick to apprehend him with her magic which doesn't take a lot. Knowing alicorns are a VERY rare thing Luna hides her wings with magic.

If you include Yuu into this au as an extra person then Luna would be doing all the heavy lifting in magic and overblots. I would even go as far as to say that she would be able to prevent them happening in the first place. First off she's a princess and she's centuries old and has a lot of experience. Although luna in canon got her ability to go into dreams by these creatures that lived on the moon i prefer to have her have this ability without their existence as it first off would be convenient and while i think that these little creatures where a cool thing to add in the canon comics i thought that it simply seemed to fit her title as princess of the night to have the innate ability to go into dreams and it also gives her more reasons to not feel appreciated by her sister as it is quite the hard job.

Luna would be doing everything she can to avoid her sister as she still feels guilty and fears the possibility of Celestia abandoning her so she would rather not want to be confronted with her past. Although she's still undeniably feeling guilty so the tanabus would be a good plotline to add so with the nightmare she causes herself she could be closer and closer to transformering into nightmare moon and thats when Celestia comes into the picture.

I've also thought of the scenario that the students are invited to go to Equestria to see the annual summer sun celebration where celestia will be raising and lowering the moon herself. It might cement lunas feelings of not really being needed and further insecurities. Celestia might also know that she's nearby and almost discovers Luna being there.

Note: so I've been thinking about this A LOT lately and couldn't get it out of my head so yeah enjoy my current hyper fixation

[oddent]

SNATCH ME UP | b.chan x latina!reader

implied angst + spanish words + idol!au + making up + cat owner reader + fluff

the air is chilly and your racing heart only makes you acknowledge how nervous you are. which means you feel colder than usual because of the nerves. you can hear the crowd, muffled by your heart beat but you only dwell on it more than usual.

“n/n,” the maknae of your group whispers behind you, the nickname she specifically gave you brings you back to reality.

“hm?” you hum, not trusting your voice.

“are you ready?”

“no,” you whisper, but it sounds more like a whimper.

she hugs you from behind, reassuring you that you got this. “-and chan-sunbaenim will be very proud!”

you relax for a moment but that is exactly why you’re nervous. chan is somewhere in the crowd, definitely waiting for your amazing performance alongside your group but what he doesn’t know is that you and emi have a duo opening act and more importantly you will be singing in spanish (or whatever latin american language you speak). your native tongue.

“we got this, you’re not alone.” emi assures quickly before the backtrack starts to play in your in-ear monitors.

you take a quick deep breath before taking your first stride down the stage. the instrumental is slow, darker than what the original song is but it’s perfect. you’ll sing it just as slow and full of pain, acting has always been your forte. you’ll just have to pretend like always, making your heart calm down sooner than later.

“VE~N,” you scream-sing into the mic, looking darkly at the crowd, you know everyone must be startled at the foreign language. “Y CUENTAME LA VERDAD.”

“TEN PIEDAD,” you takes a shuddering breath, “Y DIME. POR QUE~!? NO. NO, NO~!”

and emi goes in, translating the verse that comes afterwards in korean as you move to back her up in the dance. you manage to get a glimpse of a screen, seeing chan and minho stare intensely at the performance. you make yourself believe that there wasn’t any pain in chan’s face. you didn’t even want to see him, really. what a coincidence that was.

and just when the trumpet’s instrumental dies down, the transition to your group’s latest comeback plays. you and emi move in sync, her voice filling up your in-ear again and soon, your other members join in.

your composure lasts all evening. you feel relieved when you finally get off the stage. emi and the others exclaim how happy they were, that you did amazing. that everything will be alright.

you weren’t sure but hopefully everything did go well. whether chan and you make up or not, whether the two of you break up, you knew you had other things to focus on. you were fine before him, you could be fine aft-

“y/n.”

you freeze, last in line as your group files out to leave the backstage and head to the seats outside.

“y/n we need to talk,” chan whispers loud enough for you to hear.

you peer over your shoulder, “now is not the time, chris.”

he can hear the underlying venom in your voice. he takes a deep breath.

“well look at my messages and you’ll deem what day is fit.” is all he says before walking away, preparing for the stage.

you swallow, rushing your steps to catch up to the girls. you get some praise from idols you pass by, a lot of soft claps and “loved it!” whisper-shouted. your back hurt from all the bowing.

by the time you sit, stray kids’ performance already started. you can only hold back tears as you see your possible ex-boyfriend shine.

“we can leave and let him come here to talk,” your leader says.

“i don’t know…” you say softly, sullen.

“i think it’s best, our dorms aren’t known by the public yet, unlike theirs, and the dorms are safer than a cafe or whatever you two originally had in mind.”

you stare at her, sighing in defeat. “okay, i’ll text him then.”

she pats your shoulder, smiling warmly.

“thank marie,” you say to her, jokingly adding a french accent.

“yah,” she says while ruffling your hair as she exits the kitchen.

you go to chan’s chat, staring at all the messages and all the registered missed calls. your hands tremble and sweat, your mind races. what if he changes his mind and immediately just says the 3 words? what if he gets aggressive when he gets here? what if-

“stop overthinking,” emi’s voice startles you, causing your thumb to send the message you had mindlessly typed.

“ai- mierda!” you groan, whining as you slump over the table.

“if this is about chan you shouldn’t be like this!” she scolds, “you act like he’d hurt you.”

“he already has-“

“on purpose.” she strains, “and physically. he would never hurt you in that way! plus. he wouldn’t have any reason or right to, he’s the one at fault.”

“i know,” you groan as you hear your phone ding.

chan’s reply was a simple “alright”. you weren’t sure how to feel about that. but it didn’t matter, emi made sure you were in decent spirits by the time she and the girls left. all of them gave you words of encouragement and you relaxed just a tiny bit but the nerves returned while meet up time got closer.

you shut yourself in your room, playing with you cat to try to relax once more. yet, you couldn’t. everything frustrated you, everything made you want to cry. especially how cute your cat looked in the white vest chan gave him a few weeks ago.

when the doorbell rings, you jump. your cat scurries away, surprised at how jittery you are. you close the door behind you, locking your baby inside your room.

your heart is racing, you already want to cry.

but you have to be strong. you have to face reality. nothing has been easy up until now, foreigners as trainees never do.

a break up is nothing.

chan us standing on the other side of the door frame, looking charming in his grey sweats and black hoodie. he doesn’t have his beany on, but he looks dashing as ever.

“hi,” he tries a smile, you reflect it as well.

“hi, come in,” you step aside, allowing him to do so.

both of you are quiet and tense as you head to the kitchen. he sets his bag on the table, and quickly strikes conversation.

“i want to apologize.” he starts, you silently sit down on the stool. “for constantly putting you aside, for diminishing you, for taking out my problems on you and treating you like that’s all i have you for. y/n,” you manage to make eye contact and you see the tears brimming in his eyes.

it makes you reflect that same expression.

“i love you. i truly mean it. i know me having problems these past few months aren’t an excuse, i know better than to treat you like that and still did it and i hurt you and that makes me feel horrible. because the moment i let you in my life, i’ve never been happier. you’ve been nothing but supportive and loving and i’ve tried my best to return it but i’ve failed you so horribly these last few months. i’m really sorry, for doing that. for making you cry.”

you wipe your tears, realizing that you indeed were crying at that very moment. you sniffle, looking down at the ends of chan’s bag’s straps that you’ve been messing with these past few minutes.

“i’m tired, chan,” you say.

his shoulders sag, “i know, and i know i caused that. you’re so patient… i actually hit your limit.”

you swallows thickly, “but even so, i still want to give it another try,” you look at him again, “because i love you too. we’ve been together for a year and a half, chan. i don’t want to throw that away. and if we ever do then i don’t want to end on bad terms. that would hurt me more.”

“i know,” he says softly, “i know. baby.” he leans over the table, reaching out and placing his hands over yours. “will you forgive me?”

you nod.

“and will you give me another chance?”

“yeah,” you sniffle.

“good, because i brought this.” chan grins, sniffling a bit as well. he removes his hands from yours and pulls out a box from his bag.

“and what’s this for?” you question as you take the box.

“a present,” he simply says, biting his bottom lip as he watches you set it on the table to open it.

you gasp as you see the custom made cat collar that you had made a few days ago. you didn’t really have money for it, most of your check went into the trainee debt you’ve earned and are close to paying off. you found a beautiful site with expensive but pretty customizable options. with every collar purchase, the seller would send a matching ring or bracelet (to obviously match with the kitty).

you couldn’t help but grin as chan put the bracelet on. especially when he said he purchased the ring so the three of you have family jewelry.

“cosita linda mia,” you squeal, swooping up the fluffy orange cat that comfortably laid on your bed in a loaf position. “look what daddy brought you!”

chan grins, adoring how you cradle and kiss your cat. he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m serious,” he says softly. “i love you, i always want to see you happy.”

you sigh softly, melting into his arms as your cat jumps out of your arms. the two of you watch the feline walk away to the bed, to resume its previous position.

“always?”

he nods, “always,” he kisses your neck, “and i’ll make sure to achieve that. i don’t want to lose a talented, beautiful person because of my stupidity.”

“yeah,” you grin, “cus like lilly says, i don’t like stupid people.”

hearing his laugh in your ears makes you feel warm and fuzzy again. and thats how you know, you’re back in his hold for sure.

[mclennonlgbt]

Riding to Vanity Fair

I know this song has been on the McLennon songs list for a long time, but I recently listened to it again and was struck by how much it is about John. And what a different perspective Paul takes here. He usually sang how much he loved John, and here he reveals his frustration, possibly in reference to the conflict from the 1970s.

The first verse goes:

I bit my tongue I never talked too much I tried to be so strong I did my best I used the gentle touch I've done it for so long

which reminds me of this quote:

“I always find myself wanting to excuse John’s behaviour, just because I loved him. It’s like a child, sure he’s a naughty child, but don’t you call my child naughty".

Paul continues singing and decides to stop suppressing his anger and resentment towards the other person:

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do I'll try to take my mind off you And now that you don't need my help I'll use the time to think about myself

which reminds me of:

There’s no hard feelings or anything, but you just don’t hang around with your ex-wife. We’ve completely finished. ’Cos, you know, I’m just not that keen on John after all he’s done. I mean, you can be friendly with someone, and they can shit on you, and you’re just a fool if you keep friends with them. I’m not just going to lie down and let him shit on me again. I think he’s a bit daft, to tell you the truth. I talked to him about the Klein thing, and he’s so misinformed it’s ridiculous.

This excerpt touches me the most:

The definition of friendship Apparently you're to be Showing support for the one that you love And I was open to friendship But you didn't seem to have any to spare While you were riding to Vanity Fair

What the "riding to Vanity Fair" would be? My interpretation is that this is what John was doing during his interview with Jann Wenner in 1970 (later released as Lennon Remembers): belittling Paul's talent, criticizing him for taking the initiative in The Beatles, and presenting himself and Yoko as True, Non-Commercial Artists.

Some people believe that the song is addressed to a woman. I think this is nonsense. Even if we ignore everything I wrote earlier, look at this:

There was a time When every day was young The sun would always shine We sang along When all the songs were sung Believing every line

This "believing every line" could be a reference to John and Paul's communications through music.

I don't think Paul hated or hates John (or vice versa). However, I think he had the right to be angry with him and feel sorry.

[blaze-inthedark]

okay im missing ttpd's birthday by ONE DAY but bare with me okay i was speed running a ttpd drawing instead of a ttpd analysis but alas I AM HERE

todays subject of analysis will be one of my top songs on ttpd: down bad. the overarching theme of the song, as many have already pointed out, compares being love bombed to an alien abduction. taylor intricately weaves beautiful words, allegories, and pop culture references all into one fell swoop of a composition. now it's not the most poetic?? song off the album, and its one of my favorites because of the musical side of things. i don't usually delve into that part of analysis (mostly because idk wtf i'm talking about on that side of things) but for this song i do.

Did you really beam me up?/In a cloud of sparkling dust- since this is mostly just my analysis blog, i have yet to mention that im a HUGE star trek fan and when i heard this lyric a year ago, my life changed. both of my interests mishmashing together into one?? instant platinum record in my house. for those who don't know - "beaming up" is a phrased thats famously used in star trek that refers to characters or people transporting from one place to another. in the original series from the 1960s, captain kirk is famous for saying "beam me up, scotty." when he wants to be transported from one place to another. the "sparkling dust" taylor refers to is the effect that happens when this transportation takes place. it's a really pretty effect that's been kept standard throughout trek history.

it's important to note that beaming also has a very distinct and shrill sound in the show. (this is important for later!)

Just to do experiments on?/Tell me I was the chosen one/Showed me that this world is bigger than us/Then sent me back where I came from - the experiment line tells us that the person taylor's addressing (most likely matty healy, so i'll be referring to the subject of the song as him from now on) didn't exactly take their relationship seriously, treating it moreso as a fickle experiment. she details the intimate nature of their relationship - his experimentations with telling her grandiose things to make her feel secure and good with him, only to drop her off exactly where she started (which we can assume is heartbroken).

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym/Everything comes out teenage petulance/"Fuck it if I can't have him"/"I might just die, it would make no difference" - from the first verse of the song, that has cosmic, stellar words and imagery interwoven in the lyrics, we get plopped down into the chorus, who's opening line puts us in a mundane and normal place. taylor uses the chorus to show us the shift in how matty treated her - from promises of stars and chosen ones, to something as mundane as going to the gym - and crying, no less. taylor goes from being enthralled, with promises and love whispered in her ear - to being heartbroken at the gym, petulantly whining and dramatically professing how distraught she is. (now that sounds harsh, but i dont mean it that way okay like me too girl) throughout this entire album, taylor herself tells us that she is an unreliable narrator - that her words are heavily influenced by her emotions while writing them, and that it's not a subjective state of mind. (and there's evidence for that i promise, but i'll go and stick to the evidence in this song for now). taylor knows that she's being unreasonable and childish about the situation - her words are laced with irony and dramaticism. her point is that the emotions behind the ordeal and the relationship are so intense, that her only method of expressing them is in a childish and petulant teenage way.

Did you take all my old clothes/Just to leave me here, naked and alone - i interpret this line as her "clothes" being the core values that she held close to herself. i think in these lines, shes saying that matty's experimentations and their relationship stripped her of everything she knew. when you look at their situationship lore, they were friends (at least) for just over 10 years - losing that bond, that constant someone who you could always turn to, and who you possibly have had on and off feelings for for 10+ years must feel like getting the floor ripped out from under you. thats supported when she describes being "naked and alone" - lost and incomplete without that consistent presence of a person she's held dear for so long.

okay we're getting to the bridge now - this is where that musical bit is gonna come in, so hear me out! (and maybe have spotify or your music player ready because i will be talking about the sounds behind the lyrics as well)

I loved your hostile takeovers/Encounters closer and closer/All your indecent exposures - when you love someone as much as taylor loved matty, and when you've known them and been involved with them for as long as they had been , you learn to love all the bad parts of a person as well. you learn to live with their brash and loud behavior (hostile takeovers); the push and pull they have on you, never quite committing to you and a future with you (encounters closer and closer); their indecent and problematic preformances for people (indecent exposures). you love them completely and wholly as a person, and you learn to love the parts that are ugly. when you're done, and finished, and the dust has settled, you look back and notice all the shitty stuff, and all the red flags - but when you're in denial, you still find some love in all of it. this whole song is taylor in the denial stage of the process of a breakup. she's fresh off of it, pushing through at the gym while crying, tossing everything about the other person in her head and wondering how it could've been different. if you look hard enough, you can find several stages of grief in the lyrics - anger, denial, sadness.

How dare you say that it's— she doesn't even finish the sentence. finishing the sentence, saying the small quick word: over - is an omission, an acceptance that it's finished, and that she's really lost that person that's been with her, in some way or another, for 10+ years. she doesn't want to let him go, and most importantly, can't accept that the relationship was an experiment to him.

How dare you think it's romantic/Leaving me safe and stranded - now WHIP OUT YOUR SPOTIFYS! OR APPLE MUSICS! remember when i talked about beaming up? (that was ages ago - sorry for all the blabbering after that lol! glad you're still here i promise we're almost at the end) i mentioned that beaming up has a distinct trilly/shrill sound. here's an example: https://youtu.be/F5W8ymktBYM (you only have to listen until 30seconds! this is the best example i could find, and the video is a minute long sorryyy) after you've listened to that, open up your music app and go to 2:47-2:51 in down bad. YOU WILL NOTICE THAT IT'S THE SAME SOUND (or the best recreation of it, because copyright, maybe?) my source for this is that i'm a gigantic trekkie and i've logged like 300 hours of watch time on this franchise, i KNOW these sounds like the back of my hand.

going back to the lyric part of it - she does use these sounds right after she talks about being dropped off on her planet, "safe and stranded." she circles back to the abduction metaphor, both with the lyrics and the sounds inside the music.

i hope this all made sense! this definitely isn't as well thought out as my previous post, and maybe it doesn't make sense at some points, but i wanted to go into something ttpd related and offer my own perspective on my thoughts behind the song. i did reference the genius analysis for this, and put my own spin on things! my next song will probably be something off of evermore or folklore! or maybe a secret wildcard,,, who knows wink wink

thanks for reading!! :D

[mama-qwerty]

Wade's marriage proposal to Callie (in the most dorky way😅)

AAAAAHHHH it is cute just by thinking about

I just LOVE these two🥰🥰

Oh, now there's a fun thing to think about.

It goes one of two ways, depending on the universe.

In the original 'verse, where she has Silver and Eclipse, Wade goes to the boys to see if it's okay with them. (They love him, so he knows it'll be okay, he just wants to make sure they're on board with it, especially Eclipse, who doesn't generally like surprises.)

He sits them down while Callie's off picking up a pizza or something.

"So, I wanted to talk to you guys about something."

Silver tilted his head, brow furrowed. "What?"

"WHO TOLD YOU???"

The two turned to Eclipse, and Wade furrowed his own brow. "Told me what?"

Silence settled over them, and Eclipse pulled his lips tight. "Nothing. Nevermind."

Okay, this was something Wade would definitely need to revisit, likely as backup for Callie. But nevermind, he had something more important to discuss.

"You guys know how much I like your mom, right?" The boys nodded. "And I think she likes me too, right?" Another nod. "Well, sometimes, when two people really, really like each other, they--"

"YOU'RE HAVING A BABY??"

This time all attention went to Silver, and Wade's eyes widened.

"Not that I'm aware of. Did Callie say something?"

Silver shook his head. "No, but it sounded like you were going to give us 'The Talk' and that usually means someone's gonna have a baby in the movies."

Eclipse frowned. "What talk?"

Silver blushed slightly, turning to his brother. "You know . . . where babies come from."

The darkling's brow furrowed. "I thought human babies came from sex. Not talking."

"No, I mean Wade was gonna tell us about sex--"

"I'm not giving you 'The Talk'!" This was spiraling very quickly, and Wade could feel his own cheeks burn the longer it went on. "I want to ask your mother to marry me!"

Silence returned, and the two boys stared at him. His blush burned hotter, crawling up to cover his ears.

Then Silver's face broke into an impossibly wide grin, and he squealed.

"You're gonna be our dad!!"

A little smile curled Wade's lips. "Yeah, if she says yes."

Another squeal from the hedgehog, and he launched himself to wrap his arms around Wade's neck.

"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH! I'M GONNA HAVE A DAD!!"

Wade wrapped his own arms around Silver and gave him a hug as Eclipse sat still, his brow still furrowed. The deputy looked down at the boy, a tinge of worry in the back of his mind.

"Eclipse? You okay?"

The darkling looked up at him, the furrow deepening. "So . . . what about the baby?"

"THERE IS NO BABY!"

"Where is no baby?" Callie asked as she walked through the door. She balanced two pizzas in her arms as she kicked it closed. "What are you guys talking about?"

Eclipse hooked a thumb toward Wade. "He was going to give us The Talk because he's gonna have a baby." He paused. "I think."

She froze, her face contorted into confusion. "What??"

Wade practically shoved Silver off his lap as he leapt to his feet, hurrying over to take the pizzas from her.

"Hey, let's get these dished out before they get cold, huh? C'mon, I'm starving, let's eat and not talk for a while!"

Which continues into hilarious shenanigans as the boys try to help Wade set up the perfect scene to propose. Everything goes sitcomy sideways, until Callie's sure Wade has lost his ever loving mind, right before he proposes in the most dorky, adorable way possible.

~~~

Now, in my Knuckles MacPherson au, things would go a little differently.

Wade would still ask Knuckles for his blessing, and Knuckles, being the overprotective good boy he is, would demand Wade best him in Trial by Combat before he can win the right to ask his Me'na for her hand.

This concerns Wade, obviously, and he asks Callie about.

"Sooo . . . I was talking to Knux about . . . something, and he said I'll need to face him in Trial by Combat."

Callie rolled her eyes. "That boy. It's like his go-to way to solve anything. We were down to the last slice of pizza the other night and he pulled the 'Best me in Trial by Combat to claim the slice!' stuff."

"Whaddja do?"

She shrugged. "I accepted, but told him that because I was his elder, I reserved the right to choose what 'combat' we engaged in, and he agreed."

Wade nodded. He could work with that, he supposed. "What did you choose?"

"Rock paper scissors. Best three out of five."

"Oh, that's good."

She nodded. "Yep. Pure luck. No skill needed. He still won, but at least it was a more evenly matched battle."

So that's what Wade tries to do, but Knuckles refuses because Wade isn't his elder, he's his apprentice. A fellow warrior. And warriors do Trail by Combat the right way.

Cue the incredibly unevenly matched Trial, in which Knuckles--who's trying not to hurt Wade, not really--thrashes Wade at every turn. Cal gets a little annoyed at this, mostly because Knux can get a little competitive in these things.

Okay, a lot competitive.

After the last Trial, she steps in and declares it done. If they insist on doing another, it should be something they're evenly matched at, like Uno.

Segue into the Uno Game of Death.

It's a tense hour. They decided best two out of three games. Tension was thick in the air, and they stared each other down like an old west poker game.

The last moments of the final game. This was the tie breaker. Whomever won this, claimed the title of Champion.

Now, again, it could go one of two ways.

Wade wins. He slams his last card on the stack, stands up, points at Knuckles with a loud "HA!" before turning to Cal and yelling "WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

Or, Knuckles wins, and Wade's feeling dejected because now he doesn't get Knux's blessing, and can't ask Callie to marry him.

Knux slams the last card on the stack, causing the table to shudder, before jumping up in his chair with his arms raised. "VICTORY IS MINE!"

He preens for a moment, before looking at Wade and nodding. "Now you may ask."

Wade blinks, looking up at him. "What? But . . . I lost."

"Of course you did. I am a fierce warrior, who is the master of every form of combat. You never stood a chance. But you kept trying. You didn't give up. And that proves your strength and courage, Wade Whipple. It proves that your heart is pure."

Knuckles nodded again, and gestured toward Callie. "You have won my blessing. Ask."

This catches Wade by surprise, and it takes him a few seconds to register what Knuckles said. Then he scrambles out of his chair, and turns to a confused Callie.

"Callie?" he said, taking her hands. "I want to . . ."

He cut himself off when he noticed he was still standing, and hurriedly went to one knee.

"You're so awesome. You're sweet, and kind, and funny, and stubborn, and about a billion other words I can't think of right now. You make me feel so good when we're together. So happy. And I always want to feel that way. I always want to make you feel that way. So . . . will you marry me?"

Callie stared at him, eyes wide and cheeks burning.

And she continued to stare.

Wade's smile faltered.

"Cal?"

Oh God. What if she didn't? What if she wasn't ready? They'd never really discussed marriage, like at all, what if she didn't want to? Oh she was just standing there staring at him this was a bad idea holy crap he was so stupi--

The thought was cut off when Callie dropped to her knees.

"Yes."

Wade blinked. "Yes?"

"Yes."

Now he stared at her. "You're sure?"

She rolled her eyes. "Wade, you fought my kid in Trial by Combat for two weeks. He gave you his blessing. And you . . . you make me happy, too. There's really no other answer I could give."

The two sat there, on their knees for another moment, before Wade laughed, pulling her to him in a tight embrace.

Then we get into wedding shenanigans. Because nothing ever goes smoothly.

[its-time-to-write]

ch. 5 - hustling for the good life

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your boots beneath my bed

You, on the other hand, had done your proper research. Watched his highlights on Lust Conquers All and everything. You want to know what exactly your stupid brain is doing, thinking someone like that is cute or (retch) boyfriend material but who gives a shit because you’re probably not going to see him again. 

You’re out of the hotel and in some tiny little cottage just outside of London. No paps, no PR agents or what-fucking-ever, just you, Natalie, and loads of fresh air. She finds you in the yard one morning, plucking a tune on a guitar and humming.

“That’s new,” she grins. “Gonna have a new single out soon?”

You raise a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe. Might just keep this one to myself.”

Natalie says hmm then turns on her heel to go back inside. 

“Oh,” she says after a few steps, “you should at least send it to him. He might like it.”

“It’s not about anyone!” you call after her rapidly retreating figure. 

“Sure!” she yells back. You flip her off and she says, “I saw that!”

—

Natalie’s booked some coffee shop concert for you, so you’re a little preoccupied with sound checks and meeting your temp band and promising to drink a latte as soon as you’re done singing because fuck sleeping.

It’s sold out which isn’t hard because the place is small, but it’s fun to sit on a stool and sing into a small microphone and be able to talk and joke like you’re the small-town artist you began as.

The crowd goes crazy when you strum the first few notes of Mango, as they sing along to the whole thing. You finish the set and begin thank everyone for coming when you see an oddly familiar face in the very back of the room. You’re not even sure how you caught it because again, it’s crowded, but there it is. He’s with some other people who you’re pretty sure are part of AFC Richmond, but you don’t care about that now.

You pause in the middle of your goodbye and say, “You know what, I’m actually going to play one more song. It’s a rough draft right now, so be nice to me. The working title is Poolside, and you guys are the first to hear it.”

You begin to pluck the repeating melody that’s been playing on repeat in your brain and start the first verse.

I know it’s a bad idea

And I can’t have you anyway

But you’re like a tiny bit of sunshine

I can’t seem to chase away

It’s terrifying and vulnerable in a way you’ve never been before. You’ve played songs for boys before, but never like this. 

You were in a hotel room with Austin one night after one of his movie premiers and just giggling about how stupid it all was. 

“I already have our breakup song,” you’d said, hopping down from the table. “Wanna hear it?”

Austin thought that was hilarious so he said, “Obviously,” so you grabbed your guitar from your room and strapped it on. 

“Alright,” you said while strumming a bouncy tune, “this one’s a little more line-dancey than my usuals. So.”

Austin had tapped his foot while you sang, “A long time ago/in a land not so far away/we met in a bar/and you fucking said ‘hey.’”

It was silly as you both bounced around the room singing about your impending split. Neither of you cared because it wasn’t real, and you had recorded him singing a harmony on your phone. 

You snuck it into the actual track months later, too faint for anyone to actually notice. 

But that was the closest you’d ever been to directly singing someone their song. It was different with Mango because it wasn’t romantic. 

And now it’s different with Jamie, because you’re singing about how dumb it is that you keep thinking about him asking if you were ok at that dumb fucking party. 

You end the song to thunderous applause, and you’re pretty sure bootlegs are going to end up on YouTube within the hour. You don’t care. All you can think of is slipping to the back of the café to claim that latte then sneaking out the back. 

“Nice one, girl,” Natalie remarks as she hands you a cup. “The label’s gonna love that.”

You smile. “They don’t care. I make them too much money for them to care.”

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak but just stops. 

“Hello? Earth to Nat?” you say, waving a hand in front of her face. 

“Hey,” says a voice from behind.

You spin around. It’s Jamie. 

And god, he looks fucking fit in trackies, Gucci slides, and a neon orange shirt. 

You can feel Natalie sneaking away behind you, and for once, you’re glad to be alone. 

“Hey,” you reply. “How’d you get in here?”

Jamie smiles. “Keeley. She can talk her way into anything.”

You nod, still holding your latte. “Well, usually we have a strict policy about fans who try to come talk to me unannounced, but I guess for you, I’ll let it slide.”

Oh god, are you fucking flirting?

Jamie smirks. “Babe, I ain’t any old fan. Probably number one.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Right. And when did you decide you could call me babe?”

Jamie takes a step closer. “Right about the time Keeley convinced me to ask you out.”

You almost drop your coffee. 

All you can say is a weak, “Oh.”

“She would love to,” Natalie pipes up from behind a stack of coffee beans. “I’ll get you her number and you can set it up.”

Jamie’s looking at you expectantly, and you suppose he probably wants your consent, not just Natalie’s. 

You nod and say, “Sure,” with the same lack of conviction the oh held. Jamie’s expression ripples for a moment, but then he’s grinning and saying “Mint,” before saluting Natalie and exiting the way he came. 

“What the fuck, Natalie,” you say. Your bones feel like jelly. “I can’t go out with him.”

“Yes you can,” she tells you. “And you are. It’s settled.”

Oh fuck. 

—

He texts you the next morning.

hey it’s Jamie :)

I can’t be seen with you, you write back before you chicken out. The press would have a field day. I’m not looking for something public, so if you’re only in this to gain popularity, you’re out of luck. 

It’s a little harsh, but you’re going to be open about this.

no worries, he says. paps r fuckgn annoying. we can do smthg small. 

Turns out something small means sneaking into a restaurant where Jamie’s been going for ages. It has a small room in the back with windows you can see out of, but no one can see in.

“John’s been getting me back here for ages,” he says. “Haven’t had an issue with the press yet.”

It’s all so normal, the way he pulls out your chair and tells you what he likes to order. The way he’s making you laugh and asking you questions about your life, not the ones about your music, but the kind that are actually about you. 

The server comes around with a bottle, and asks, “Wine?”

Jamie looks to you and you shake your head, barely suppressing a grimace.

“All good here, mate,” he says.

“Not a drinker?” he asks once the man is gone. 

You hesitate. You’re about to cross into point-of-no-return territory. 

“I- I don’t know, I can’t really smell it without thinking of my family. They’re all…”

Jamie nods. “I get it. Like me dad. Prick’ll be sober when he’s dead.”

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Yeah, never had a family event without someone fighting. My mom’s the first one to get out, because she’s the youngest. She saw all that shit and decided it wasn’t for her. She went away to college, met my dad, and never looked back. Course, my uncles started showing up once I got famous. And my aunt, too. She’s probably the worst of all of them. She actually broke into my first apartment asking for money. She smashed a bottle and cut up my face pretty bad… I was nineteen and still trying to figure out my music career and stuff. I still have a scar on eyebrow from it. But, I wasn’t so famous that it ended up on the internet, so…”

You trail off again. Jamie’s looking at you all thoughtful. You’re not sure when he started holding your hand across the table, but there it is. It’s warm and calloused, and he doesn’t seem to care that yours is sweaty.

“My dad’s the same way,” he says softly. “Showed up a month back at a match. Fucking prick. But… can’t seem to cut him off, y’know? He’s fuckin’… family or some shit.”

“Hah,” you say, “That’s what Margarita’s about.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment. “Thought it was about how you really fucking liked limes,” he says finally.

That gets a laugh from you. “I do actually really fucking like limes. But enough about me. How’d you get into football?”

By the end of the night, you’re properly smitten. This boy knows how to flirt, knows all the right compliments and ways to brush his hand against yours or brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

This is bad, you think as his lips touch yours. This is very, very bad.

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[thegamingcatmom]

Henlo :3 I have 2 questions! Just 2... For now. The first one is how does MC split her time between her 3 very needy mates?Do they fight each other to spend more time with MC? do they do things the 4 of them together? Does MC have a preference?

And how do they arrange the sleeping schedule? In case of MC would use them as teddybear because I feel there is gonna be catfights for that precious spot xD also what do they do while MC is sleeping?

Okay those were more than 2 questions idk how to count it would seem 😭

Have a good day and thanks for all the content on the sisters❤️

Hellaw, dear. ❤️

Does MC have a preference?

Nope. She loves to spend time with each of them in an equal amount. Also because each of them feeds a different "need" of hers due to their different personalities. So I'd say MC gets the best of three worlds:

Tanya: dominant

Kate: childish

Irina: motherly

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How does MC split her time between her mates? Do they fight each other to spend more time with MC? Do they do things the 4 of them together?

Hmm, I think the question shouldn´t be how she splits her time, but when. And I think that mainly depends on two factors:

who needs her most?

who does she need most?

Like, yknow, there isn´t that much splitting involved actually. The sisters have always been a unit, way before MC. Perhaps that´s why fate decided for them to have one and the same mate? They´ve always been a package deal, so I don´t see why that should change now.

Of course there´s days where one might need her more than the other two. Or where she needs one of them specifically. But that´s always communicated and everyone involved understands that.

Will there be fights? I mean, they´re still vampires. And, more importantly, they´re still sisters. So the tolerance for each other miiiiight waver just a bit on certain days which will result in bickering, and bickering, and some more bickering. Similar to Tanya & Kate in The Sisters I´d say, minus the physical aspect perhaps. 😅

(Or not. 👀)

So yes, there´s some fighting sometimes, but that´s more along the lines of-

Tanya: "That´s my seat."

Tanya: *points to the spot right next to MC*

Kate, sitting in that exact spot: "Oh? I don't see your name on it."

Tanya: *seethes*

Kate: *pats herself on the back internally*

Irina, on the other side of MC reading her book, never lifting her gaze: "Why not just take the other couch?"

Tanya: "...That´s my seat."

Tanya: *points to exactly where Kate´s sitting*

Irina: 🙄

Kate: 😏

Tanya: 😠

MC, used to that bickering: 🙄😏

MC: *gets up, grabs Tanya, plonks her down right where she´s been sitting moments before, plonks herself down in her lap, goes right back to playing her game*

Tanya: 🥰

also Tanya, behind MC at Kate: 😏

Kate, whose plan backfired tremendously: 👀😤

Irina, content with her seat and her book: 😌📕

LIKE, YKNOW??

By now, MC´s well-versed in dealing with such moments. She mostly goes by who the bigger asshat is basically, lol. Like, she knew right away what Kate´s intention was here (to drive Tanya up a wall, as per usual), so she was like "You´re adorable, but no."

It´s like a mom with her kids: She knows instinctively who´s in need of a timeout and who to give the time of the day. 😅

I think all of that also answers the last question:

Yes, all 4 of them spend their time mostly together.

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How do they arrange the sleeping schedule? What do they do while MC´s sleeping? What happens when one becomes the teddybear (while the other two are forced to suffer in silence)?

Pretty much in the same way they do everything else I´d say: Together with some bickering in-between. There´s no schedule, really.

They´ll mostly just chill on the bed with MC, each of them touching some other part of her as they do their own thing. Which is...being. Literally. They´re vampires, so they have no problem with remaining in the same position for hours on end. It can get a bit...spooky, actually - waking up to three pairs of eyes staring down at you, unblinking, unmoving. Something MC has openly told them at the very beginning of their relationship. Like, honestly-

Do something. Anything.

So, that´s what they´ll do. Literally anything. Whether that be reading a book, playing a game, listening to music, or simply snuggling up to MC (which might start a new round of quiet bickering). Anything but looking like statues, please and thank you.

They´ve gotten a lot better at it though, it has to be said. Humaning, that is.

As for MC (unconsciously) choosing someone to be her teddybear? I mean-

LISTEN-

They know she has no control over it. They know it happens randomly. They know she´s not playing favorites on purpose. They know the sister she chose cannot, under no circumstances move a muscle and risk waking their peacefully sleeping mate. They know their sister is not to blame for any of this.

They know all this, and yet...

(Please keep in mind: Vampires work on a different frequency. Meaning: They can speak in a volume that´s inaudible to humans, but very much audible to them.)

MC: *snuggles up to Irina, who she happens to face anyway*

Irina: 🥰

Tanya & Kate: *utter betrayal and indignation written across their faces*

Irina, already done af about the bickering sure to come: "...What now?"

Kate: "What do you mean what now?"

Kate: *points to MC snuggled up to Irina*

Irina: *facepalms*

Tanya: "I would like to point out that this-"

Tanya: *points to Irina*

Tanya: "-has always been my seat."

Irina: *facepalms even harder*

MC: *snuggles in even more*

Tanya & Kate: ���😤❓

Irina: 🤦‍♀️

Not Tanya pulling a Sheldon Cooper on her sisters. AGAIN. 😭

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Thanks a lot for your ask(s)! 💋

And thank you for your lovely words. ❤️

Have a great day!

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Curiou Cat Q+A Compilation

So since Curious Cat is officially dead (rip), I decided to put some of the Q+A's I answered in like 2019 here. Most of them are Mafumafu-related song analyses and some of my basic opinions on Vocaloid and utaite, so if you wanna read some yap, knock yourself out. Also, I like yapping. So feel free to submit more asks LOL

What are your thoughts on 'last stop' by mafu (lyrically n musically) ?

Sometimes I feel like Shuuten (Last Stop) has lyrics that are really dark compared to Mafumafu's other songs, but then I listen to them and realize that they're not really haha. I think, to me at least, that they come off darker, because of the song's execution and composition. I think Mafumafu mentioned that when he was writing this song, he was basically having an existentialism crisis but then realized that, "oh, well, in the end we all die anyways…". So yes it's really dark, but then in end it's kind of comforting? I mean I don't think anything's harder than this life, honestly haha. And I think another thing Mafumafu said is that he realized it doesn't matter who we are, we all get off at the same last stop. I think the song follows this thought process, as it goes from rolling in angst, to reveling in angst, to accepting that angst.

The one thing that did stand out to me in the lyrics is that he referenced "Swaying from Season to Season". In my head, I divide Mafumafu's songs into different categories. So we have songs that are more rock and dark (like Shuuten), songs that are related to Yume Hanabi, and then… I guess I just stick Swaying from Season to Season with Ouka ni Tsukuyo to Sodeshigure lol. Anyways, my point is, he doesn't mix the lyrics he uses with songs in these separate categories too often, but for some reason he referenced Swaying from Season to Season in Shuuten. Why he did that? I really don't know lol. It might just be another contrast thing, since that song is everything Shuuten isn't.

Musically, Shuuten is fantastic. The whole song seems to be built on contrasts. I love how the verses are sung low and fast and are paired with an uncomplicated instrumental that has no bass guitar. I think this makes it sound like mumbling and causes the chorus to be that much more startling. When bass is introduced, the instrumental gets more complicated and Mafumafu starts screaming (lol). Usually in music, high notes and melodies are associated with fast tempos, but I like how Mafumafu did the opposite in Shuuten by having the lyrics slow down when he reaches the chorus. Not only is there a build up when the chorus is reached, but there's one continuous build up throughout the whole song until it reaches the last chorus but then falls again. I guess you could say that the chorus is our… Last Stop *ba dum tsh*

What are your thoughts on Sekai Shikku ni Shounen Shoujo?

Ahhhh I really like this song. Yes, while it is full of existentialism like mafu's other songs, it still makes me feel happy. For me, I really think about it as a song that ties all of us fans together. We're all sick of the world, and nameless boys and girls who haven't really found our place in the world. I also like how the lyrics mention the Summer Triangle. When I think of the summer triangle, I think of the Japanese holiday Tanabata. In the Tanabata story, Orihime and Hikoboshi (represented by the stars Vega and Altair, which are two corners of the Summer Triangle) can only meet once a year. I think it's really similar to how fans and After the Rain don't meet very often and basically only do through their live concerts. So it's bittersweet but something every one looks forward to every year.

Since people are asking about your thoughts on certain songs, I was wondering what your thoughts are on Mafumafu's Nuko series?

I probably don't have as much to say about this series as I do about others lol. I think they're really cute and fun songs. My favorite song in the series is Neko ga Maruku Natta (actually, is this song even in the series haha). It's a lot calmer compared to the other songs but surprisingly deep. I love it's message about how we should try to do our best with the life we're given and make the world rounder by trying to understand each other. This may be different than what Mafumafu means, but I'm literally trying to do that by studying and translating Japanese lol. Also, it has all of Mafu's friends as cats in the MV???? And that's super adorable???

What are your thoughts on Antivirus from Izanaware Traveler?

I mentioned this in my translation, but I feel like Antivirus has a similar meaning to Merry Bad End and Hello Dystopia. I don't want to assume anything, but to me at least it seems like the lyrics talk about toxic fans.

I feel like AtR had a really rough year last year. I mean, they've written a couple other songs before last year that were kinda calling out how their fans conduct themselves online, but I think last year had about 4 songs that were like that…

Um, so, I guess rather than going through Antivirus and highlighting what destructive behavior fans could be doing, I rather talk about what good things fans can do. I think it's important to not just be a fan, but also a supporter of your favorite artists. It's good to send them good messages, fanart, etc. In fact, I'm sure they love it so much! I wanna just shower everyone in good vibes and affection gah. On the other hand though, it's not ok to treat them like they're an anime character. They are very real people. This has kind of been on my mind since I started translating and interacting more with the international utaite fandom, but I think we're just as accountable, if not more, for what we post online about utaite. I feel like the English fandom is kind of like the wild west and people can get away with saying a lot of things because most utaites don't speak English. However, this also means that they can't address problems that may arise in the fandom. I've been really surprised about some of the things I've seen posted, and if the same things were posted in Japanese, I know that they would affect utaites and their fans. More than anything though, I get really sad about it because I respect these musicians so much because they've played such a positive influence in my life. It's also good to be mindful of what content we post because perpetuating misleading or toxic ideas doesn't set a good example to new international utaite fans. I want a lot of artists to get popular and perform internationally (and in the states, where I'm from), but when that time comes, I want to welcome them as a proud international utaite fan and not someone that is embarrassed about what their peers post online.

Sorry, this got really heavy and long :< On a lighter note, I thought Mafumafu's choice of using the word "Antivirus" was really funny because I work in cyber security and the song was using the definition as more as medical term. But then again, maybe it was intentional, considering that the virus AtR has had to deal with is online.

Who is your favorite utaite and why? (Or I guess who are your favorites, if it's too hard to choose one!)

EASY. My favorite utaite is Soraru and everyone that knows me knows that LOL. My friends ask me "How's Soraru?" instead of asking how I am. It's been super fun seeing how much he's improved over the years and how hard he works. I'm also just very used to his voice so I guess out of all utaites I prefer his.

I think I got attached to him pretty fast forever ago because we had similar interests? Like idk, a lot of the games he played and songs he recorded were my favorites too. I didn't understand Japanese when I first became his fan, but after learning Japanese I've come to really appreciate his personality. I've had tooooooo many times in my life where I would be struggling with an issue or feeling down, and somehow Soraru would say something that would help me out. And he's just so nice and takes care of his friends and is really thoughtful and considerate towards his fans but still blunt and true to himself.

I mentioned this in a previous ask, but yeah I learned Japanese because of Soraru. And Japanese has had such a huge influence on my life, that I can't imagine my life without it. I've made so many good friends, and ended up focusing my career and schooling on Japanese. I literally have no idea where I would be if I didn't learn Japanese because of him. He ruined my life because I was supposed to be a STEM girlie XD but I love him for it :D

What are your favorite vocaloid songs and who are your favorite vocaloid producers (and why)?

To make it easier for me to answer, I'm going to focus on your second question first lol. My favorite producer's are Deco*27 and MikitoP.

When I was in 7th grade, I was convinced that I would never need to fall in love if Deco*27 kept writing music. Love seems like a really basic feeling, but Deco*27 never fails to capture both the good and bad sides of it. It's been fun seeing how his songs have progressed from cute/normal/sad love songs, to twisted ones. I like how his songs are both pop but rock at the same time? And while his music has definitely changed a lot from when he first started, he somehow still manages to use the same distinguishing synths lol. Also, his lyrics are just straight up amazing. They have so many puns and double meanings. He references and recycles the same words a lot, so it's fun listening to recent songs and then hearing him reference a song he wrote 10 years ago. Also, in terms of actual Vocaloid usage, I like how his songs still sound like they use Vocaloid (like he doesn't try to make them sound human) but are still really easy to listen to. My favorite songs by him include Chocolate Beats, Mukashi Mukashi no Kyou no Boku, Dokusenyoku, Starlight Girl… there are too many lol

MikitoP is my other favorite because I feel like his music is really similar to classical Japanese poetry. Instead of telling a story, he captures a single moment and uses that scene to convey a certain emotion. His use of seasonal words really help in painting the scene and making the songs more Japanese-y too. In his songs that do tell a story, they're never super specific and so it's fun to speculate what's going on. So lyrically wise, they're amazing enough, but then he somehow manages to create the perfect instrumentals and melodies to go along with everything. Also, I feel like a lot of his songs are summer themed and summer's my favorite season :D Idk how he makes his music so chill, but then manages write freaking bangers too. My favorite songs by him include Yuugure Twitter, Yuudachi no Ribbon, Shutter Chance, Natsu no Hanken, Ballerina Girl, and Boku wa Hatsune Miku to Kiss wo Shita.

What's your favorite song written by Soraru and what's your favorite Soraru song regardless of the writer?

My favorite song written by Soraru is poco from After Rain Quest and my favorite Soraru song in general is... oof that's a really tough question XD I'm pretty sure I've heard like 500 or something songs by him. Yeah, I don't think I can answer haha. Sorry! There's just too many and I love them all

Do you have any advice for someone who also wants to start posting covers online? Also, what's your favorite Vocaloid/Utaite song to sing?

I might not be the best person to ask about this, considering I've only posted one video, but Soraru said something before in an interview that helped push me to upload something. He said that it's really hard and scary in the beginning to post things because you're a beginner and obviously not perfect or the best, so what he did was find one thing that he really liked about his cover that no other cover had, and used that as motivation to upload and contribute to the community. It could be something really small, like just one note or how you pronounce something, but take that and embrace it so you don't get scared of putting yourself out there.

However, even though no one's perfect in the beginning, I think that's one of the things that's the most fun about utaites. I love going back through utaite mylists and seeing how much they're improved over the years. It makes me excited to see how much I'll improve in the future and uploading stuff will give me an easy way to track my progress.

To answer your other question, I really like singing everything by MikitoP and Deco*27 hahaha. But aside from them, I really like singing songs by Ishifuro like Yuugure Sensei :D

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Anarchy Preempted AU with Fem!Jace and male!Baela 🧍‍♀️

Jace would probably think giving Baelon kids and reaffirming “his claim” would save Luke. Because obviously he will be the ‘real’ ruler of the two of them when she reaches majority! Probably too dark an au actually, but you usually make everything emo so I’m trying to keep it on brand. 😂

I wasn't sure if this was a drabble request or just an idea of how this verse would go - behind a cut as longish (and dark) if you want a drabble request give me an age and i'll try!

It would be dark, I think yeah. I do think Jacaera would be less convinced she was going to die as a girl whose claim can be ignored even if Daemon has inexplicably crowned her and constantly convinced Luke was, which is not too helpful for her state of mind. And she knows what her fate is likely to be as a captured girl from the start.

Like when Laena came to get Jace for the wedding in the main fic he was clueless at first, but Jacaera would be given a wedding cloak and panic and be frantically telling Lady Laena she hasn't flowered and not really here for listening to reassurence. Only Baelon being her age would calm her down.

Jace is engaging with Baela on the wedding night because you have to be nice to girls where as Baelon would be getting yes my lord husbanded to death by Jacaera (and still cross about the insult to his grandfather if that had been said.)

Jacaera would desperately to hide when she flowered (ala Sansa - possibly with less panic and slightly more success but not much.)

I think a turning point would have been when Daemon dragged Jace out of the sept and they fell down and bloodied their nose - he'd be much sorrier to have done it to a girl (not that Jacaera believes him) but when he gets back to the keep and Baelon who is more likely to be in the yard than Baela and see his strange quiet little wife who hates him with her busted up nose he'd be outraged "Have you stuck my wife?"- he punches his dad in the face. This goes badly for him because he's still a preteen and Daemon punches back out of instinct but is probably their first moment of connection. He tried.

Saving Rhaena getting her improved treatment (or less ignoring from Baelon because I think he'd be less snappy than female Baela. Laena did install some manners in him about not being rude to girls that just don't have the same connontations for Baela being rude to a boy, husband or not and Laena is there to reinforce them) would probably only confirm to Jacaera he'd rather have married Rhaena and is stuck with her. Rather than thinking he could just being happy his sister isn't dragonfodder. And got a dragon.

Also without Jace holding the line they probably would be sharing a bed earlier ala Rhaenys saying Laena would bed Viserys at 14. But nothing would be happening Baelon's not dumb and not into unwilling (he remains unaware of the gender politics behind brothel work - so that anon can fuck off if they are about to start) so he didn't touch her and just cut his hand and marked the sheet when it started. Jacaera is like this is because I'm not pretty (and he's also still out making his own arrangements for sex) which is unhelpful for her thoughts on that front. (So yes cheating he literally thinks his wife doesn't want him so what does she care. ) Jacaera is getting side eye from the maids and then Rhaenys (when she's in town because she's extra mad Daemon has crowned a ten year old Queen) every time she gets her moonblood and Laena like encouraging maybe next month while Jacaera is thinking not likely. Jacaera wouldn't push like Baela so her attempts would be assuring Baelon she would do her duty and he's backing out of the room like that's the least hot thing anyone has ever said.

Jacaera didn't go to driftmark when Laena went into Labour either because Baelon was fully available as no-one summons a son to his mother's childbed (I mean normally - Jace and Luke got to in canon but I think the childbed and the war breaking out at once made an exception.)

Jacaera might be able to hold Alyssa and hint she wants a baby - she could use that plot and Baelon like ah? with me? you don't otherwise seem keen.

Honestly I think Jacaera could keep it all in until she gives birth to a daughter and Baelon is like we can call her Rhaenyra. He's trying and the hormones over take over and she's in tears like I needed a boy so your family don't kill my brother. Baelon :what now?