#Bio-Well instrument

[paper-starz]

A very big analysis on the new Welcome Home update

HELLLOOOOO EVERYONEEEE I havent done one of these in a while, but omg the newest update was everything I ever hoped for and more!! So today, we'll be talking about EVERYTHING (+ lil theories here and there)

BIG BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

Julie Joyful, Insecurity, Pressure, and Toxic Positivity

This update really gave us some interesting insight to the star of this update, Julie.

Julie is a rainbow monster, and a very happy one as her name would imply. And yet, she's not really like the rest of her family. She looks different from them for instance.

Her brother Jonesy states that rainbow monsters 'stick with one color', which means that they only stick to one color and don't really wear other colors. Even Julie's bio states how different in appearance Julie is from her siblings.

Recent evidence has revealed that Julie’s family consisted of a "band" of rainbow monsters that were a monochromatic color palette rather than a full rainbow like Julie herself.

Sure, Julie does have pink in her color pallete, she also has an array of other colors! Her hair isn’t a shade of pink, it’s yellow. Her legs aren’t a shade of pink either, it’s blue and green.

Franny also states that while horns come in different shapes and sizes, the bigger the better obviously. Julie's horns however are very small compared to the rest of the rainbow monsters.

Not to mention that she seems to forget or miss valuable information about rainbow monsters and Franny has to keep correcting her over and over again.

"There's more than that, Julie!" and "Missing things again, Julie."

And unlike her siblings, she lives away from them, which is unusual for a rainbow monster, where they normally live in a band.

She also doesn't seem to have an instrument, as stated in the Springtime Salutations book, "Julie, however, is her own instrument."

Speaking of the book, she also woke up too early for springtime.

And while her siblings were kind enough to bring Spring early this time, that doesn't mean that Julie wasn't affected at all by this. She knows how different she is from the rest of her siblings, and she's insecure about this fact.

This all culminates with the black flower, the one flower that she cannot bloom.

Rainbow monsters have a responsibility during Springtime. Franny melts away the snow with the morning dew, Jonesy makes the grass grow, Bea makes the sun shine, and Julie makes the flowers bloom. That is Julie's job, her one job of the entire year.

If she can't do that properly, then she would be proving to her siblings that she is a faulty rainbow monster that cannot do things by herself, that she cannot function properly away from her familial support. Which is the reason why she's so adamant on not rejoining the band, despite her siblings best efforts to sway her.

FRANNY: (With a commanding tone.) Back to us- Julie, when are you going to finally join our band? JONESY: Yeah, sis- What’s a rainbow monster band without its dynamite drummer? BEA: (Wistfully said.) Just think of it, sister dear… A colorful quartet pushing the seasons! JULIE: (Nervous and hesitant) That sounds… (Pretends to be losing signal) Oop- Oh no! The sounds! We’re breaking up!- (Whispering harshly.) Hang up the phone, Frank! Hang up!

And that's not to mention that she feels insecure not only towards her siblings as a rainbow monster, but also in the neighborhood.

She states that while she gets along well with everyone in the neighborhood, she's not particularly close with anyone besides Frank. Barnaby and Howdy tease her which probably makes her feel even more insecure, particularly in her ability to make others laugh, which again, brings JOY to people.

While she likes Poppy, Sally, Eddie, and Wally, again, she's not particularly close with either of them. Frank seems to be her only form of support in the neighborhood.

And yet, this particular scene is interesting, because according to Julie in The Julie Guide to being Joyful, her relationship with Howdy and Barnaby in particular are different.

She seems like she's lying to Wally and perhaps to herself that she has a great relationship with EVERYONE in the neighborhood, she's Julie Joyful! She's happy all the time and everyone loves her.

And yet, Wally seems to call her out on this. Both in the storybook and in the /regardforgetfulnesssilence link.

"Did all that really happen, Julie?" He says, as if he knows that Julie is lying but wants her to tell the story again. Reword the story so that she's telling the truth, but she doesn't want to. It's easier for her to live in a lie.

Which is another reason why she doesn't want to go back to her siblings. She would have to leave, not the neighborhood, but Frank. Her only form of actual support.

(Said inside her head. It sounds like static. ) If I can’t make a flower bloom, if I can’t bring Springtime around- What would I do? Will I have to leave? Will I have to go back? I’d just-

While I do believe her siblings love her and Julie does love them back, again, they make her feel insecure as a rainbow monster. Her older siblings always manage to get their job right, they have monochromatic colors, their horns are bigger, and unlike her, they never wake up too early for springtime.

JULIE: Hi, Wally! And hello to my sweet saccharine siblings! FRANNY: Is that our youngest sister here? JONESY: She’s our sweetest too- BEA: Don’t forget our most colorful! Julie, what could YOU need help with? You’re one of us!

Ironic how Bea says this line. Julie doesn't feel like one of them. She doesn't feel like a rainbow monster. Her one job of the entire year is to make the flowers bloom and if she can't do that, then what use is she?

This is why she is so terrified of that flower. That one flower that she cannot bloom. Its a crack in the joyous facade that she created. Sure, its just one flower, but what if its two next Spring? 10 after that? Whole fields of wilting flowers, dead flowers? Because of one mistake of waking too early and bringing in Spring when the time just wasn't right?

Then she would have to leave Home, and leave Frank. And its no surprise that she holds Frank in such a high admiration. He's the smartest neighbor in Home and he's her only true friend. She's especially terrified of disappointing him in particular.

Because while I do think Julie sees Frank as her best friend, I believe that because of the Sweet Briar book, Julie sees Frank as some sort of prince in shining armor coming in to save her.

Note that she doesn't view Frank in a romantic light, when the scene came for Frank to awaken princess Julie from her slumber with a kiss, Julie just jumps from her bed and the kiss just never happens.

Frank is her only person in the neighborhood that actually supports her and her only true friend, thus, Julie sees Frank as someone that's saving her. Keeping her away from the dangers of leaving with her siblings and going away, thus losing Frank (and her support), and perhaps even away from the responsibility of being a rainbow monster.

"I'm doing the best that I can, but it's nice to let someone else lead."

As mentioned before, if Julie joins the band, she'll be the drummer. However, Julie is her own instrument, she marches along to the beat of her own drum lol.

The drummer's role in a band is to provide the rhythmic foundation of the group, providing a steady beat and tempo. A drummer's role is pretty strict, if they mess up (like if they come in too early or if they become off-tempo), that messes up the entire song.

Julie already knows that she's not that great of a rainbow monster, she messes up constantly, forgets facts that a rainbow monster should know, wakes up too early for Spring, and can only make MOST of the flowers bloom. If she goes back to her siblings, joins their band, and becomes their drummer, then she's not only risking messing up her job of making the flowers bloom, but also the rest of her siblings' job. What if she misses just one beat? Would that jeopardize everything? What would her siblings say if she messes up and makes them mess up too?

What will happen to Springtime? Will the grass and flowers die? Will the sun never shine? Will the rain never come to wash away the snow? Will she trap the entire neighborhood in an endless winter?

It's a risk that Julie just doesn't want to take. This is why she starts getting more and more aggressive towards the black flower, because it's jeopardizing her stay at the neighborhood, and threatening her to leave everything behind.

Which leads us to the ending of /tearsremembranceinstability, Julie gets more and more agitated towards the flower. Flat out threatening it when it's not going to be blooming anytime soon.

"You won't be around for much longer--" "I'll never see you again, no one will, no one will ever know you were here--" THOSE SOUND LIKE THREATS!

Which leads me to believe that Julie did something awful to that flower. Either she forced that flower to bloom, or she killed it.

What ever she did to that flower, Frank witnessed it. And Julie knows what Frank saw.

But then, something strange happens.

This weird little bug flies in at the end and stares at us, the viewer.

And we have seen this bug before! On the miscellaneous section!

Opening the image under a new tab reveals that this toy is called a 'buggle'.

While it is a cute little toy, it seems out of place for this thing to just pop out. It feels random.

But ah! It is NOT random dear viewer!

Taken from the awayfrompryingeyes.net site.

'Buggle' sounds like a mix of the word 'bug' and 'beagle'. AND CAN YOU GUESS WHICH NEIGHBORS HAVE A CONNECTION TO THE WORDS BUG AND BEAGLE????

Frank, Barnaby, and Howdy! Three neighbors that have had an impact on Julie's insecurities.

Both Howdy and Barnaby make Julie's insecurities worse. They constantly tease her, with Barnaby in particular saying that he doesn't find Julie's jokes all that funny and Howdy saying that she better get some new material.

Frank on the other hand alleviates those insecurities, making him a huge source of comfort, but to the point that she's terrified of disappointing him.

The buggle seems to be a manifestation of Julie's insecurities and anxieties, manifesting itself during Julie's lowest point.

Which concludes to this. What will the next update be about?

Because our guy W definitely has some ideas...

Perhaps the buggle is foreshadowing, either the next update will be focusing on either Frank, Barnaby, or Howdy!

But i suppose only time will tell.

[delicateperspective]

The Observer : Phase Two

Now that we have entered a new phase of The Observer, I am moving this information to it's own post. But if you are just now joining in, please check out my original post that covers everything from March 9 - 28th (the dartboard saga). You can find it here. (Please note: most of this information was being uncovered in real time. Some dates skip around because connections were not formed until later or new information was uncovered. I'm doing the best I can to keep it together guys!) A HUGE THANK YOU TO @fookinhellcurlyyy and @tonix3!! Check out their write-ups on The Observer as well because they're often faster to respond than I am!

On March 29th, 2025:

At 1:00 PM, we get this tweet:

Bits and pieces of never and forever: A mosaic of moments that make a home. https://instagram.com/fromanobserver — The Observer

The profile picture stays the same — dart in the bullseye.

The Observer’s Twitter header updated. And while the image still centers on the same massive lavender-blue iris, the figure is missing.

The original header showed a tiny person on a ladder, peering through a telescope. Now? The new header shows only the eye. No ladder. No telescope. No figure.

The Observer remains the eye. But An Observer has stepped into a new space.

For the first time in this saga, we are pulled off Twitter and into a new space. The Instagram account is called @fromanobserver. The display name is “An Observer.” The bio is: “Through the looking glass an observer watches, craving what is just beyond reach.”

(This is the original bio from the Twitter account.)

There is one post only.

Let’s Talk About the Image

A large central circle, like the rim of a lens or an old mirror, a sun, or a planet. It’s empty. Or waiting. It’s surrounded by orbit-like rings.

A small dark circle sits on the outer edge of the ring — as if it’s in orbit around the center. A satellite?

A telescope rests in the bottom-left corner. No ladder. No figure. Just the instrument — aimed upward (in retrospect its telling us to examine the large circle which will change daily), but unused.

A dartboard sits in the bottom right. Fully detailed. But it doesn't quite look like the real-life dartboard of the previous saga. This has changed. It's got less rings. It's more stylized. More like - a compass.

This dartboard isn’t really a dart board— it mirrors the shape and

12 Stars and a crescent moon float in the background.

March 30th, 2025

2:00 PM — An Observer posts on Instagram

A close-up of a hand grasping red fabric. Caption: “Old tracks, new verses.”

The zoomed-in image is from a paparazzi photo of Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik, dated March 3, 2015, just days before Zayn left the band.

That photo was taken as 1D returned to London from tour — a moment of impending fracture.

The caption suggests not a repeat of the past, but a rewriting of it.

“Old tracks” = 1D, Zouis, the break.

“New verses” = reconciliation? A new narrative?

This post reignites Zouis speculation, especially considering Louis’ attendance at Zayn’s LA show on January 29, 2025 — their first public overlap in a decade.

2:20 PM — The Observer tweets:

“The silence healed what the noise once strained.” — The Observer

This appears to confirm the Zouis context — referencing the years of silence between the two. “The noise” could be 1D fame, the fandom, the press, or even internal band tension. Now, years later, there’s space to reconnect — and that seems to be what’s happening.

March 31st, 2025

1:00 PM — An Observer posts on Instagram

A black triangle on a blue knit background. Caption: “Macroscopic and Microscopic life.”

It doesn't happen for a few days but EVENTUALLY fans trace the triangle to The Observer’s Book of Pond Life by John Clegg — a field guide to organisms both visible and invisible.

Harry was photographed with this exact book (with this exact cover) in his 2022 Rolling Stone cover shoot.

That same article revealed Harry’s love for Love Island. Louis, historically, has said he hates the show — but once admitted he was “sucked into” watching a season. Louis is reportedly dating Zara, a former Love Island contestant. And Harry was spotted at a Sabrina Carpenter concert in March - with Zara's friends in the box beside him.

These are not isolated facts. They form a micro and macro ecosystem — much like a pond. Interconnected. Subtle. Coded. Alive.

1:20 PM — The Observer tweets:

“Something in the Blue — The Observer”

The triangle was printed on a blue knit — literally: “something in the blue.”

11:12 PM — The Observer tweets:

“But the Sun isn’t an anatomical entity, it’s an inanimate object. How can we possibly fight it, Sergeant-Major?” — An Observer

This is a quote from It Ain’t Half Hot Mum, spoken by a character played by John Clegg — same name as the Pond Life author.

But the timing is key: That morning, The Sun published a tabloid piece about Louis’ son and Briana — their first mention in the press in years. It reads like a planted PR piece, detailing their lifestyle, location, and routine.

The Observer quote feels like a message to the fandom:

You can’t fight the Sun. Don’t feed the noise.

APRIL 1ST, 2025

2:00 PM – An Observer posts on Instagram

A close-up image of a guitar neck, featuring a black capo and steel strings. Caption: “Same steel, new stories.”

The photo showed a black-necked guitar with circular fret markers. The wording appears to be a clue to what happened later on Instagram Stories.

2:40 PM – The Observer tweets:

“No more makeshift moments now that you are home. — The Observer”

This was a direct reference to Louis’ Instagram Story from Nov 29, 2024, where he used a yellow pen and charging cable as a makeshift capo.

The implication? Someone is home bringing the real capo back with them.

5:09 PM — Louis posts on IG Stories He's listening to “Favourite” by Fontaines D.C. at 1:14.

~40 seconds later — The Observer tweets:

Favourite — The Observer

The lyric at 1:14:

“Well, look who’s just the newest clown / 35 hours coming down / How the sun shines on new pavement / And you don’t even feel it…”

This is not a love song for a new flame. It’s about:

Things being different than they were when you were young

Being worn down by life but one person always being the same

Still clinging to someone who’s always been your favorite

Later lyrics:

“Ah, it makes sense when you understand The misery made me another marked man And I'm always looking over my shoulder And each new day, I get another year older Shoulder bound to the frame of a door? Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore But if there was lightning in me You'd know who it was for”

This parallels:

“Seems you cannot be replaced. And I'm the one who will stay, oh In this world, it's just us. You know it's not the same as it was. .” (As It Was, released THREE YEARS AGO ON THIS DAY - April 1, 2022)

Both songs are about change, distance, and enduring emotional connection.

Harry attended Fontaines D.C.'s album launch in August 2024 (Hot Press source)

Louis followed Fontaines D.C. on Instagram on March 26, 2025

Harry celebrated their BRITs win in 2024 (TikTok proof)

9:15 PM – Louis posts on Instagram Stories

A full photo of the guitar — confirming it’s his.

Note: The location is not Ibiza, where Zara McDermott is currently posting from.

The picture of the guitar shows a pool that has clean, modern lines, a concrete barrier, and overlooks the Pacific — consistent with Louis’ known LA rental.

Please keep in mind: this could all be coincidence. I'm not here to convince you one way or another. There are a thousand ways to debunk or explain this away. That's the point of plausible deniablity.

[katareyoudrilling]

Audience of One (Dave York one-shot)

Pairing: Bodyguard Dave York x Female Reader

Summary: When online comments threaten your safety, you reluctantly agree to hire a bodyguard

Word count: ~3k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: a bit of danger, masturbation, unprotected PIV (please use protection IRL), a hickey (sort of)

A/N: This is my entry for @burntheedges Roll-a-Trope challenge! I got famous person AU and twisted it to fit my very niche tastes lol.  It has been quite a while since I posted something, thanks for hanging in there with me.  I really hope you enjoy it! Big thanks to @burntheedges for the beta 😘

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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“I really think you’re overreacting.”  You finish cleaning off your instrument and securing it in your case.

“I’m not and it’s not open to discussion.” 

You sigh.  “I’m a concert violinist, not a movie star.  No one is out to ‘get me’ or whatever.  This is ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous,” your manager forces you to meet her gaze.  “There have been emails, social media posts… I know you don’t want to believe it, but there are creeps out there focused on you.  I need you to be safe.”

She’s looking at you with so much care and concern that the fight leaves your body.  “Fine.  Send him in.”

“Thank you.”  She turns to open the door to the dressing room and gestures to someone in the hallway.  You gather the rest of your things into your bag and prepare to head to your hotel.

Your manager steps back into the room trailed by a tall, broad, dark-haired, incredibly attractive man in an overcoat.

“Meet Dave York, your bodyguard.”

. . . . . . . . . .

“I’m really sorry about this,” you apologize for the tenth time since getting into the back of the town car with your new bodyguard in tow. “All this fuss is unnecessary.”

Dave regards you across the darkened backseat.  “Your manager doesn’t think so and neither do I.  The sooner you accept my help, the better this will go.”

You lose your train of thought as the streetlights sweep across his gorgeous features.  His pouty lips… his aquiline nose… his strong jaw… his dark eyes… each feature takes its turn in the lamplight.  It’s probably for the best, taking him in all at once might actually kill you.  No one has the right to be this handsome.

You shake yourself out of your reverie and find Dave watching you closely.  You look away quickly, shifting your focus out your window.  You cross your legs, and the slit of your dress opens, revealing your legs up to mid-thigh.  You quickly adjust the skirt to cover yourself and tell yourself that you’re imagining Dave’s eyes flickering away.

You clear your throat, “Right, umm… how is this going to go, exactly?”

“I’ll be with you during the day.  When you return to your hotel room at night, I’ll hand off responsibility to my security team.  There will be extra security at your concerts and events as well.”

“That doesn’t sound too intrusive.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“I hope you like classical music.”

“We’ll find out.”

. . . . . . . . . . .

And that’s how it goes.  Dave meets you outside your door when you’re ready to leave in the morning and accompanies you on each step of your schedule.  He tags along to masterclasses, rehearsals, concerts, and your own practice sessions.  Ushering you in and out of town cars and back exits.

You share brief conversations in the car.  His dry, sarcastic wit comes out little by little as you spend time with him.  He often makes you laugh and you thrill when his pouty lips tilt at the edges into a wry smirk at something you said.

He leaves you at your hotel room door in each city at the end of the day, waiting until you close the door to call his security team.

You don’t lean against the door and wonder where he goes after he’s with you.  That would be inappropriate.

You don’t replay the events of the day, the glances, the almost touches, that assuredly exist only in your own imagination.

You don’t catalog the little things you’ve learned about him.  Single.  No kids.  Ex-military.  Coffee, black.  Unexpected crinkles around the eyes when he smiles.

You don’t seek him out in the concert halls, looking for a sign that he enjoys the music you’re making, always finding him watching you intently from backstage, still and focused.

You don’t find yourself pulling out your favorite toy to relieve some tension more and more frequently as the days spent in his company add up.

Definitely not.

. . . . . . . . . .

“You played something different tonight.” Dave’s deep voice breaks the silence of the car. 

You hum your assent, “Sarasate’s Carmen Fantasy.  It’s a real crowd pleaser.”

“I didn’t know a violin could do that.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the soloist gets to show off in that one.”

“You like to show off, don’t you?”

The energy in the car shifts in an instant.  Dave’s dark eyes are even darker than usual as he regards you across the cab.  The question hangs heavy in the air.  

“You have to like to show off to do my job,” you explain a bit breathlessly.  You meet his dark gaze, and he hums in approval.  “Do you like to show off, Dave?”

He drags his thumb across his lower lip, your eyes can’t help but follow the movement.

“No, I don’t like to show off.  I like to watch.”

His words hit you like an electrical current, zinging across your skin, breaking you out into full body goose bumps.

You hold each other’s gaze in the dark, your breath coming in increasingly erratic pants.  He doesn’t look away.  Neither do you.

You cross your legs and allow your skirt to fall open up your legs, just like the first night you were in the car with him.  This time, the dress has an even higher slit—you save this particular gown for when you perform the Carmen, you enjoy playing into the persona.  This time, you don’t cover up.

You watch as his gaze flickers to your bare legs, exposed practically all the way to your underwear, the tip of his tongue sneaks out to wet his plush lips.

He drags his eyes back up to yours.  The air is thick with possibility.  A line has definitely been crossed.  Words begin to bubble up from your gut when the car pulls to a stop in front of the hotel.

The moment pops like a balloon.

Dave opens his door and swings up and out of the car.  In a haze, you open your door and step out into the night.

The next moments go by in a flash.

You hear someone shout your name, Dave yells, you’re shoved against the car, unfamiliar hands grab your shoulders and whisk you into the hotel lobby and into the elevator.  The doors close before you can understand the commotion happening outside the hotel.

You’re flanked by security guards you’ve seen around after hours.  The words “assailant” “custody” “weapon” permeate the buzzing in your brain.  Questions form and dissipate in the tangle of your thoughts before you can get them out.

The elevator doors open on your floor, and you are bodily moved into your hotel room.  Before they can close the door, you finally manage to ask what’s going on only to be met with vague instructions to stay in your room and wait.

You pace the floor and look out your window, hoping for a glimpse of what might be happening on the street below, but you’re on the wrong side of the building.  It doesn’t hold any answers for you.

Your hands reach for your phone only to realize it’s still in your bag in the car, along with your instrument case.

The car.

Your mind returns to that moment right before you pulled up to the hotel.  So ripe with promise and possibility.

Then you had gotten out of the car.

Oh shit.

You got out of the car yourself.  You opened your door yourself.  You weren’t supposed to do that. Dave opens your door.  Dave ushers you out of the car.

It’s all your fault.

Just as your thoughts threaten to spiral, there’s a firm knock on your door.

“It’s me.  Everything is ok. Open the door.” You hear Dave through the door.  You rush over and check the peephole like he told you to.  At least you can say you remembered to do that.  You confirm it’s him and open the door.

“Dave, I—”

He crashes into you, pressing you against the wall with the length of his body before claiming your mouth with a rough, desperate kiss.  His hands grip your chin, your shoulders, your hip as he devours your mouth.

Your hands scrabble against his chest, finding the lapels of his coat to hang on.

Just as suddenly as you found yourself kissing Dave, you aren’t.  He pulls back abruptly leaving you cold and breathless.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t ha—”

You pull him back to you by his coat, drawing his mouth back to yours.  You lick into his mouth, moaning as he responds.

This kiss is less frantic, but still full of need.  Your tongues tangle together, tasting and testing.

Dave eventually breaks away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m ok, but what happened?”

“A man came running toward you, the police have him now.  I’m sure it’s the person making those creepy comments about you online.”

“I got out of the car by myself, Dave, I’m so sorry, I know I’m n—”

“Shh,” he hushes you.  “It’s ok.  You’re ok.”

He presses his lips to yours, swallowing your protests, until you melt into him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He drags his lips down your throat, across your collarbones and shoulders.  He licks back up the side of your neck.

You gasp as he drags his tongue over the sensitive spot on your neck.

“I noticed this mark the night I first met you,” he murmurs into your skin. “I was so jealous of whoever got to do that to you.  I kept waiting to find out who it was, to see if they were worthy of marking your skin, but there has been no one and the mark has stayed.”  You sense the unasked question.

“My… it’s… a violin hickey,” you pant as he drags his nose up the column of your throat and along your jaw. “Where my violin rubs against my neck when I play.”  He chuckles.

“Should I be jealous of your violin?”

“Probably.”

He hums against you.  “Fair enough.”

He steps back to the hotel room door and for a moment your heart drops thinking that he might be leaving, but he only opens the door to pull your bag and violin case into the room.  You hear him conversing with a guard outside before he closes the door, locking the deadbolt before turning back to you.

He shrugs off his overcoat and suit jacket.  He loosens the knot of his tie and begins to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves.  You watch the movement of his fingers with rapt attention.

“So, Miss Show off. Do you want to show off for me?”  His eyes flash dangerous and dark and a thrill runs up your spine.

Adrenaline tingles in your fingertips as you find the zipper of your dress and pull it down your side.

You lock eyes with Dave as you let your gown fall to the floor, a puddle at your feet.  You are left standing in only your panties and high heels.

Dave drinks you in, caressing your curves with his warm gaze.  Your nipples harden under his perusal and wetness pools between your legs.  It’s all you can do to not rub your thighs together.

“Get on the bed.” He commands, his voice deep and rasping with need.  His shirtsleeves are rolled up now, exposing the tendons and veins in his forearms.  His hands fist at his sides, clearly fighting the urge to touch you.  But you’ve learned this about Dave, he is always in control of himself.

You walk over to the bed, turning your back to him and adding an extra sway to your hips.  You catch his strangled moan at the sight of your round ass framed by the string of your thong.  You turn to sit at the end of the bed with a satisfied smirk.  Dave stands at arm’s length from you, pinning you with his dark eyes.

“Show me.  Let me see if those fingers can play your pussy as well as they play your violin.”

You gasp at his filthy words and your center clenches with need.  Keeping your eyes on him once again, you drag your panties down your legs and off, kicking off your shoes as you do, and scoot a bit farther onto the bed.

You lean back into the plush bedding, resting on one elbow, knees bent, and spread your legs for Dave.

He drinks you in hungrily as you part yourself for him, dipping your fingers into your wetness.

Your mouth falls open as you circle your clit, a moan escaping your chest.  You fight to keep your eyes open so you can watch Dave watch you.  You really do like to show off and he is an eager audience.

You quicken your pace, hitting the rhythm you like best, and find yourself careening towards your peak.  Your hips buck on the bed, and you whine that you’re close.

“Show me,” Dave commands one last time before you fall over the edge, pulsing and shivering through your release.

 “Do I get a standing ovation?” you ask, breathless, once you’ve come back to yourself. 

“You tell me.”

You crack one eye open and find that he’s standing at the end of the bed naked.  His cock juts proudly away from his hips at full attention.

“My favorite kind.” You lick your lips as you sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed.  You look up at him as you take the tip of his cock between your lips, sliding down the hard length of him.  You watch his stomach flex with effort as he resists fucking into your mouth.

It makes you want to make him lose control.  He’s always alert and watching.  Even in the car on the way to the hotel tonight, he kept his cool as you tempted him.  Bursting into your room to kiss you is the only time you’ve seen him not in complete control of himself.

You tongue and suck and moan around him, losing yourself in the rhythm.  Dave drags his fingers down your cheek and throat.  

“Look at you, fuck.” He cups your breasts, swaying heavily between your arms, and pinches your nipples.  “I want to watch these tits bounce while I fuck you.”

You whimper around his length, arousal practically dripping down your legs.  He pulls out of your mouth, diving down to kiss you deeply and press you backwards onto the bed.

He arranges himself against the headboard and drags you on top of him.  “Ride me, baby,” he commands.  You eagerly comply, lining his weeping cock up with your entrance.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you sink down onto him, the stretch is so delicious with every inch you take.  When you bottom out, you open your eyes to find Dave breathing hard, the tendons of his neck taut with effort.

You rise and sink back down slowly, angling yourself backwards so he can see his cock disappear into your wet heat.  He licks the pad of his thumb and reaches between you, giving you friction that makes you shudder with each roll of your hips.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, eyes locked on your greedy pussy, swallowing him whole.  You feel yourself start to flutter around him, the intensity of his eyes on you drives your arousal higher and higher.  Being watched with so much desire gives you such a thrill that your orgasm threatens to take you far too soon.

You slow and lean forward, placing a hand on the headboard over Dave’s head.  Your breasts wobble in front of his face and he quickly takes one nipple into his mouth.  You arch your back into him as he sucks and tugs, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

He holds your hips still with one hand as he feasts on you, bringing his other to cup and pinch your tender flesh.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry as the pressure builds in your core.  Your hips grind into him, seeking relief as he relentlessly toys with you.

He allows you to move, to chase your high, riding his cock with abandon as he looks up at you with lust blown eyes.  You tilt your hips, and he finds your clit once again.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he praises you as you near your peak.  “Come on my cock, baby.  I want to feel you.”

You come with a gasp, rising up on your knees as your pussy clenches then collapsing back down with shuddering pulses.  Dave caresses your back before rolling you over and gently pulling out.  He kneels between your legs, stroking his length, as you lie boneless and hazy.

“That was so fucking hot, baby.” His jaw clenches as he strokes himself faster and faster.  “I fucking love to watch you.  Watch you play your violin… watch you touch yourself… watch you fuck…”

“It’s my turn, Dave,” you interrupt.  “I want to watch you come.  Come all over me.” You prop yourself up on your elbows and smirk at the way a shudder moves through his body.  He lets go with a groan, ropes of cum painting your tummy and chest.

You both collapse, satisfied.  Dave cleans you up, taking extra care with your breasts.  You smirk as he chases the warm cloth with his even warmer mouth.

“What happens now?” you ask later, when you’re twined together on the bed. “If that was the guy…”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me and even after you don’t,” Dave presses a kiss to the top of your head.  You snuggle into his side, relaxing in the knowledge that you are safe and thrilled with the prospect of showing off again for your audience of one.

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A/N: I don't have, and never have had, a violin hickey. I probably don't practice enough lol. But they are often seen as a point of pride among violinists.

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Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 9) -Lavender Tinted Gesso

Okay so I said this like 2 chapters ago, but this is the longest chapter now. Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3

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Viktor is annoyed, a feeling he has grown quite familiar with these past few days. No one had done anything to cause it, that he could identify anyway. That did not stop him from being annoyed with Jayce for making him go rest. He knew that his partner meant well, he knew that it was needed. But it didn’t change the fact that they were finally making progress and putting that roll on hold, even for a few hours, felt like an impossibly wrong decision. 

When you mentioned wanting to feel connected to the process, your process, something clicked in him. Especially after that passage he had shown Jayce. They wanted to improve lives with Hextech, but they needed to know how to do it. With the more they learned about magic and runes, they were getting closer to solutions for all sorts of problems. Piltover was supposed to be the ‘city of progress’. They needed to find ways to connect people. If Hextech could be used for travel it would blast things wide open for medicine and education. His mind was running all over again with the potential for solutions. 

Still, he settles in his bed this time instead of the couch. The covers are soft on his skin. His head is heavy on the pillows. If he slept for more than the agreed upon 5 hours, he knows that no one would be upset. He does truly trust Jayce to find answers to the questions he’s posed. His eyelids are heavy already. Were his eyes always this dry?

“Viktor?” He ignores the sound of your voice in his head. He had a tendency to replay thoughts, sounds. “That he liked.” The frown that settles there is deep, it pulls at his cheeks. Viktor turns with a huff, landing on his good leg as he lays on his side. He’d been falling asleep to that sound since that night. He thought it would pass after that first time, and that the weird guilt would not be so heavy in his chest when he saw you. But you were there the next day, all soft smiles and patiently explaining your process to Jayce. Giving him knowing looks. He did not notice the way you poked at the drying sludge at your station. He did not notice your disappointment when it hadn’t been fully dried on the second day. 

“Bio-material always clogs up filters and holds moisture.” Jayce had said to you when you sighed over it. You told him you knew, but admitted patience was not your strong suit. Information he did not hold on to. 

“Ridiculous.” It slips out in a whisper, caught by the wall in front of his face. “This was ridiculous.” He lays flat on his back now, the ceiling staring back at him. It doesn’t match his scowl. And despite the way annoyance is pooling as tension in his jaw, he closes his eyes again. “Viktor?” It was like an ear worm he couldn’t get rid of. A beetle burrowed under his skin. It replays again, the moment when you woke up. Golden light and swirling dust and dried drool. There was nothing special about that moment, but it haunts him anyway. He falls asleep.

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The wood had made it to the studio yesterday, and so did the sonophone from your room. You’d be damned if you had to work with nothing but the sounds of your struggling. Your record collection was small, mostly instrumentals of varying genres that you had grabbed over the years. It was hard to justify expanding when you had so much work to do, especially now that most of your work was done with other people around you. Today you could treat yourself to the background melodies. Because you were punishing your hands for your career choice.

You had managed to get the wood cut to size. That was honestly easier than you had thought. The frame took maybe 4 hours to put together, drying time of the wood glue included. You even got the support bars in place. But it did mean that you had to face the real trials ahead. Stretching the canvas.

Canvas stretching was an arduous process, lots of crawling around on your hands and knees. Pulling and pulling and pulling the fabric taut over the edge of the wood. Pulling that meant the joints in your hand were screaming two hours in. You had to move around all four sides, all four corners, and the spaces in between them to keep the surface even. Don’t get you started on the folding in the corners for hidden edges. Curses were muttered under your breath every few minutes. Occasionally yelled, echoed back at you by the walls. 

Pulling, letting go, pulling, letting go, crawling, hammering in, pulling, letting go, pulling, letting go, hammering in. Focus only for the task in front of you. You didn’t hear the knock on the door, or when it slowly opened and tentative steps made their way in. 

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It took some convincing (bribing) to get Viktor to come with him. Jayce had told him about your note the day before and he had seemed uninterested in visiting. 

“We have work to do.” Viktor is still looking through books when Jayce meets him in the lab. Seemingly settled in his chair.

“Getting our notes in order is hardly work. And something we can definitely do over there.” 

He gets a sigh. Viktor is gathering notes and papers into a folder. It’s not heavy but it is overfilled by the time Jayce adds his collection to it too. 

“You have the drinks, yes?” He smiles at that. Jayce nods and raises the carrier. Three drinks nestled together, all iced, as it was starting to warm up. Spring was fast approaching Piltover, some would argue that the season was already here. The walk to your studio is filled with a lot of sounds. And smells. Most of the doors are wide open, laughing and music in some. Mostly the smell of turpentine and various oils that waft towards them. Windows were flung open but it did little to quell the strength. 

“Less ventilation here than in our labs,” he notes aloud. Viktor simply nods in agreement, looking the walls up and down. The two of them were curious, there were more artists involved in this program than they thought. You had not really spoken much about the Institute or your peers. Jayce is holding the note, making sure to count the doors on the right side of the hall while Viktor peeks into whatever empty rooms they pass. Cane in one hand and a folder of notes in another. As they approach what should be your door, they can hear banging. A soft repetitive noise that gets louder as they close the distance. He looks at Viktor when they get to your door, it’s closed. There’s another bang, the sound sharp and dull at the same time. 

“Are you fucking kidding me??”

It’s muffled by the door, but it’s definitely your voice. Jayce looks to Viktor, brows raised and an almost laugh escapes him. Viktor looks back, a little less bewildered, he shrugs in response. He gestures with the folder for him to knock on the door, face contorting as if to say “this was YOUR idea”. It was, but now he’s doubting himself. You seemed busy. He knocks and it’s drowned out by a resumed banging. After a few seconds he tucks the note under his arm and slowly turns the knob. 

Once the door opens they can hear music. You don’t turn to face them. You’re… on the floor? Nails all around you, a hammer in your hand. There’s a huge wooden frame in front of you. Fabric, canvas? Canvas in your other. 

“Whatchya doin’?” Jayce speaks first. Sing-songy and sweet. You whirl around, a nail in your mouth hitting the floor as you lower the hammer. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Your smile is bright and surprise honeys your voice. There is a redness in your cheeks. From frustration or from working. He isn’t sure. Viktor looks away to the very empty walls of your studio. You stand up to greet them, grimacing at the numbness in your knees and calves. 

“You’ve had a studio this whole time? Then why work with us?” Yet another question that Viktor asks you, that he had not meant to ask. It comes out harsher than he intends. Your smile falters but doesn’t fall. 

“I thought you knew I had one?” Jayce nods, he knew of it from Heimerdinger and Mel. Viktor doesn’t answer, just continues to look around your very empty space. You answer his question anyway.

“I want to learn about both of you. Good art is infused with many things, but knowledge is one of them. I want to know you both past the invention, it brings the work to life.” This was the first time you’ve stood in who knows how many hours since you’ve started. Your joints felt stiff as you stretched, standing on the tips of your toes to get the feeling back in your body. Jayce also looks away as your top lifts when your arms are reaching for the ceiling. He’s less subtle with it though, and you notice the way his eyes dart wall to wall. Trying not to laugh, you speak. “To answer your earlier question Jayce, “ he jumps at his name, “I’m building a canvas for the painting.”

He and Viktor look at your project on the floor. The frame seemed sturdy. You were almost done, dozens of nails along the sides. You move your sonophone out of the chair closest to you. The music skips a little when you jostle it. Asecond chair opposite had cut wooden pieces and a saw. 

“You built this yourself?” Jayce puts the drinks down on a clean table and circles it. He steps around it slowly, careful of the nails on the floor . He can appreciate good craftsmanship as a blacksmith. The studs were evenly spaced, your canvas was loose in maybe four or five spots where you obviously needed to hammer in the last of your nails. “It looks really good! Didn’t realize it was going to be so big.” You hum noncommittally as you empty the other chair. Viktor approaches it too. Setting his folder down by the drinks, he leans against a wall after walking around. There were red spots around all the edges. Spots that were almost as evenly spaced as the nails, but the spaces were smaller. Set in groups of four. His brows furrow. 

“What are those?” It comes out quietly, and Jayce notices what he’s asking about. Viktor looks at you as you settle in an empty chair with your drink in hand. A hand with bloody knuckles. You don’t miss the way his eyes widen. 

“It’s fine, I promise.” Canvas is a rough material, you had meant to get handwraps on your trek to the market to avoid this but it had slipped your mind. Jayce is walking over to you now. He puts a hand out expectantly. A non-negotiable look on his face. “Guys, I’m fine.” You offer a hand anyway, trying not to wince when he turns it over so your palm faces the floor. 

“How long have you been at this?” There’s no judgment in the question, yet you still feel like you’re being scolded. 

“Long enough.” You pull your hand back. “I’ll bandage up in a second, I’m almost done.” The defensiveness in your tone annoys you, a tight feeling in your chest. Heat rises in your cheeks. “What are you guys doing here anyway?” 

Viktor nods to the drink in your hand. Right. Well now you felt even more like a child, pouting after a treat. It’s Jayce who gives you a verbal answer. “Well you gave us directions.” He taps the note. “Plus, Vik and I have some notes to present to Heimerdinger soon. Thought you’d want to hear us sort them out.” His voice is gentle, he stands by the chair in front of you. Viktor meets his gaze and grabs the folder to sit in front of you. He’s already opening it and pulling papers onto the table, not waiting for your response. You stand, putting your drink down. Jayce and Viktor share a look, like they’re worried you’ll say no. “Cute.”

“I’d like that.” You give both of them a soft smile when they visibly relax. “Just let me finish this, I don’t want you guys having to talk over the hammer. You can talk all you want while I gesso.” Viktor quirks a brow at the word. “You’ll see in a second.”

He watches wordlessly as you sit on the floor, picking up the hammer and getting back to work. You’re gritting your teeth as the exposed flesh of your knuckles brushes against the canvas. He smiles softly to himself. He respects the desire to work past your limitations, a familiar urge to him. And then frowns when he remembers that you’re bleeding. He glances at Jayce, who’s pretending to read a paper. Pretending, because he’s looking at Viktor. Wide-eyed like he realizes something. Caught. The hair on the back of his neck stands, a warmth spreading down his back. He quells the feeling. Willing the redness to stay below his collar. Jayce tilts his head at him in question. “What was that?”

He ignores him. The wrong decision. It seems to confirm something in Jayce. He tilts his head again, eyes going even wider. “What. Was. That?” Emphasizing the silent question with a shake of his paper. Viktor gives him a dead stare like he has know idea what he’s not talking about. He starts sorting out notes on the table. Ignoring another paper shake. You’re hammering away totally unaware of their battle of wills. By the time you’ve finished Jayce has given up. He’s rummaging in a corner of the room when you’re standing, wincing as you flex your hands. 

You should clean and wrap your hands, but you could also just start gessoing. You’re already opening up the tub to weigh your options when someone clears their throat. It’s Jayce holding a first aid kit. 

“All of the rooms are provided one. Academy policy.” He looks apologetic, like he knows what you were thinking about. He nods towards his empty chair in front of Viktor. No choice then. You take the seat when he asks you a question. “Why is it so empty in here? I thought you’d have this place decked out.” You stiffen at the question. Embarrassment flooding your veins. Called out. 

“If I’m going to start something, I want it to be something worthwhile.” You’re honest, and it feels good to say it out loud. A tension you didn’t know you were carrying leaving your shoulders. Jayce is handing the kit to Viktor. 

“You know, someone told me once that if you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission.” Viktor gives a quiet chuckle at that, opening the kit and pulling out alcohol swabs and bandages. He motions for you to get closer.

“I’m not changing the world, I’m painting.” You laugh too.

“About people changing the world?” Jayce nudges your shoulder as he walks past to look at your finished canvas. He spies the tub of gesso you opened up. “It’s purple?”

“Think of it as a pre-tone. Before I do the underpainting. It helps me get over the fear of starting on a blank surface.”

“But it'll still be empty” says Jayce.

“Trust me it's different.” You're hissing that last word out. Not out of anger but pain. Viktor had started applying the alcohol to cleanse your knuckles.

“Sorry broučku” He's muttering under his breath. You don't recognize the word but you don't have time to question him when he dabs another piece of alcohol soaked cotton on the next knuckle. You tell him it’s fine and try to ignore the sting behind your eyes everytime he touches you with the swab. You look at Jayce, “Instead of me starting on a perfectly white canvas, I can start with something else. I’m still starting the painting on a clean surface, but I’ve technically started the work that way.”

He hums and comes back to stand behind you, a warm hand on your shoulder. Viktor’s working on your other hand now. You wince again, “Almost done.” he whispers. 

“So,” Viktor looks up when you speak this time. You meet eyes. “Tell me about this presentation.”

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[novastellavox]

I need this to go viral for the sake of everyone with ADHD / Autism / Neurodivergence

Do YOU chase dopamine by learning new things? Do you learn new skills and don't know why you want to do that but do it anyway?

well, I might have THE ANSWER for YOU!

There is a certain effect called the Eureka Moment. That moment when you FINALLY understand some topic that didn't seem impossible to learn, but out of reach for you to master at the moment.

This is a so-called Eureka Moment. The intensity of that moment rises, when you know less about a topic prior to the moment.

When learning a completely new skill, learning a new language, a new instrument, learning something about philosophy or science... all these things can trigger it in intense ways.

The journey of your life is like a puzzle. You build a personality, a life, an archive of knowledge and skills of sorts. And when learning a new ability or skill, you find singular pieces... they may fit into a 'sort of' shape... but the bigger picture is out of reach. Then one crucial moment, you learn a random thing that wasn't particularly grand or anything... and THAT puzzle piece brings everything together. The pieces literally fall into place.

And it's very likely that there's a bio-chemical reaction in your brain... which overloads your brain with dopamine... but that is exactly it.

Your brain is still chasing dopamine by learning new things... but what it really wants... is that Eureka explosion in your brain. It wants to be loaded to the brim with free flowing dopamine. Suddenly you feel unstoppable and ... you feel like all the work you did was worth it. At least I do now.

[hanasnx]

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-ˏˋ꒰ INTERACTIVE READER EXPERIENCE - ! ꒱ MULTIPLE PART SERIES MINORS DNI 18+ SUMMARY: be a part of the story! THE FIC WARNINGS: f!reader | eventual smut | semi-established relationship | romance | suggestive | eventual conflict.

! ── BACKGROUND: During a routine reconnaissance, disaster strikes. Heavily armed, a team of pirates ambush you and ANAKIN SKYWALKER. Despite the pair’s best efforts, the ship is irreparably damaged, and forced to land. The nearest planet offers solace, and escape is narrowly seized. Unfortunately, any useful instruments to calculate your coordinates are dead, and the planet appears to be deserted. It has breathable air, but you’re unsure if it produces necessary supplies. Food and water from the ship’s emergency resources will have to be rationed, but it won’t last long.

! ── ADD YOURSELF TO THE TAGLIST: like, comment, inbox message, or reblog to be a part of this series' taglist. you must have your age in your bio or pinned post to be added.

! ── RELEASE DATE & UPDATE SCHEDULE: the first post will be released 02.28 and if god willing, it will be updated every wednesday or when i feel that inspiration strike. you deserve good, well-thought-out posts.

[tarotwithdanise]

15 changes and blessings that will happen to your July

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose a pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

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PILE ONE

New energy shifting for your spiritual gifts and abilities.

Your whole family will be protected and watched by God and Angels.

Commitment to a new relationship. Meeting new people in person not online nor virtual.

Joining a spiritual or religious groups.

Old things and something that will remind you of your past will bring attraction to you this month. It's the perfect to work on them, if you haven't in before.

Collecting memories or vintages stuffs.

Your spiritual path is growing, you are now open and recognizing the truth and will soon uncover them.

A confession from S, T or J.

Allowing yourself this time to be feel supported by others and be their supporter as well.

A new positive outlook for the future and present.

Old debt is about to be paid off.

Someone will get married or attending a marriage celebration.

Practicing new languages and instruments.

A birth of a child is a blessing in disguise. Can be starting something new again.

Be patience about what you are asking, you might not able to see it's result this month.

PILE TWO

A big responsibility for yourself to your own family.

A great personal recognition and a positive solution for a problem.

Inheritance or a great fortune for a family.

A blazing love for platonic and familial one.

Moving on from a heartbreak, pain or shocking attack and dating and meeting someone new.

Surprise invitation or meeting from someone. Love is coming for the next months.

Visiting places which is reminding you of your childhood.

July 6 is the most important date. Can miracles and blessings is about to enter in your life.

A dream clarification about a situation.

Influencing others through words and actions.

For spiritual gifts and abilities, you are about to uncover the things about these abilities and gifts.

Big incomes for business and jobs.

A shy person, pretty and psychic is about to reach out to you to ask for your advice.

Redeeming yourself and following what your heart desiring.

Leaving an unhealthy situation.

PILE THREE

Forgiveness, a color green is significant for this pile.

A stabber will caught on act.

Sweet words or actions from a Pisces.

New hobbies, career and friendship is about to shift for your own good.

Exchange something from a true friend.

A dark night will soon to revealed a bright dawn.

Travelling and meeting an old friend.

A letter or message from someone will bring so much joy for you.

Gaining physical and emotional strength.

Openness for good luck and positivity.

Facing a stressful situation or decision.

Healing from fears and traumas.

Travelling from one place to another.

Being ready to change themselves and determine to put themselves away from toxic addction.

Starting believing at oneself.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, zombies, blood

Staring at the three on the Cadillac, I shook my head.

“what?” The guy asked, jerking his gun up slightly. “Something wrong with the Cadillac?” I shook my head again.

”just my luck some Earnhardt fan stops.” I frowned as I looked at the man that had stopped. “Beggars can’t be choosers though.” I shrugged. “Where ya headed?” The man lowered his gun and stared at me.

“Tallahassee.” He said, frowning. “And where do you get off mouthing off about Earnhardt?” I shrugged with a smirk.

“you got room for one more?” I asked, nodding to the car. Tallahassee nodded slowly. “Cool. I’m heading to Orlando.” Tallahassee jerked his head towards the car. I climbed in and stared at him until he got in too, driving off down the empty road.

“we have to make a pit stop.” He said.

“where?” I asked, shooting him a look. Tallahassee just smirked at me.

“Twinkies.” He said, pulling into a parking lot. “Believe it or not they have an expiration date. And when they are gone they’re gone. I am not going to die not having had twinkies when I could have.” He got out of the car and popped the trunk. “You coming or am I going in to die alone?”

“alright.” I shrugged. “Nothing better to do.” I climbed out and grabbed a weapon from my bag. We both walked into the store, pausing only for Tallahassee to play a tune on his banjo. I shot him a look before a zombie started towards us.

“well look at that.” He said, smiling at me. I shoot my head before aiming. Tallahassee got to it before me, smacking it upside the head with the banjo. He started beating it before tossing the instrument to the side. We shrugged at each other before splitting up, trying to find where the twinkies would be. A second zombie appeared at the end of the aisle I was in.

“Tallahassee!” I called as I ran towards him, sliding down on my knees under the baseball bat he had pulled out of nowhere. I looked back in time to see Tallahassee swing and take the zombies head off, spinning around before tossing the bat. “Damn. That was kind of hot.” I said, taking his offered hand to get up. Tallahassee smirked at me. Grabbing my gun, he shot a third zombie behind me. “And thats fucking sexy.”

“look sweetheart. I’m not easy to get alone with…” he said, looking me over.

“neither am I. And who said we have to stick together once you reach Tallahassee?” I said. He nodded, bottom lip jutting out a little.

“you’re a little spit fire.” Tallahassee laughed. “I like it.” I smiled at him as we turned to head out.

“too bad about the twinkies though.” I said. Tallahassee threw his arm over my shoulders as we went down another aisle.

“we still can stock up. And I know the perfect place to go to settle down for a bit.” He said, winking at me. “Recalibrate before we get out on the open road.” I nodded, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“sounds like a plan.” I said, walking away to grab a cart.

[hog-facts]

A wild hog's prominent tusks are far more than simple weapons for defense and foraging; they are complex biological instruments for long-range communication. Contrary to the belief that they are solid ivory and keratin, the core of a mature hog's tusk is a hollow, labyrinthine structure of resonating chambers, known to bio-acousticians as the "Phonic Core." This intricate network is connected to the hog's sinus cavity via a small, specialized duct. By precisely controlling the grinding of its rear molars, a hog can channel air and subtle vibrations through these chambers, producing a powerful, low-frequency hum. This infrasound, well below the range of human hearing, can be felt as a subtle vibration in the ground.

This phenomenon, termed "sub-vocal tusk resonance," is a sophisticated form of communication. The base frequency of the hum serves as a constant territorial broadcast, informing other hogs of a dominant male's presence from up to two miles away through dense forest and terrain. However, hogs can modulate the pitch and cadence of the hum to convey more complex messages. A rapid pulse can signal an immediate threat, like a predator, while a slow, rhythmic thrumming is used to maintain contact with other members of their sounder in thick undergrowth. During mating season, males produce unique, elaborate "songs" that advertise their fitness to receptive females, with different regions having distinct acoustic "dialects."

[tylermileslockett]

HERMES

“I sing of Cyllenian Hermes, the Slayer of Argus, lord of Cyllene and Arcadia rich in flocks, luck-bringing messenger of the deathless gods. He was born of Maia, the daughter of Atlas, when she had made with Zeus, -- a shy goddess she…. And so hail to you, Son of Zeus and Maia; with you I have begun: now I will turn to another song! Hail, Hermes, giver of grace, guide, and giver of good things! (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)

HERMES (HUR-meez), is the trickster herald and messenger of the gods, as well as god of diplomacy, commerce, travelers, and trade. He is one of the few deities with the power to move between the earthly and underworld realms. Initially he was portrayed as middle aged with dark beard and long locks, but later he was portrayed as a beardless youth. He created the first musical instruments, the lyre and flute, and, interestingly, was the father of goat legged Pan. 

Hermes is a psychopomp; (a leader of spirits into the Underworld.)  He also appears as an ally to mortals in a number in myths:. Hermes assists Perseus by providing an adamantine sickle sword to behead Medusa, and in the Odyssey, Hermes assists Odysseus by providing a magic herb to protect the hero against the witchcraft of Circe. 

Hermes mother is Maia, one of the PleiadesPleaides, who eventually became constellations. With this ancestry, Hermes has associations with both Astronomy (sky constellations) and astrology (zodiac signs surrounding his herald’s wand). He was also the god of sleep, and could put mortals to sleep or wake them up with his wand. Being the god of travelers and herds, at the bottom we can see stone markers called Herma, and a herd of sheep.

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[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Bio-engineering from Rain World

vs.

The Only Thing I Know for Real (Maniac Agenda Mix) from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Note: The propaganda contains spoilers for Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance.

The Only Thing I Know for Real (Maniac Agenda Mix):

This song is about Jetstream Sam and how disillusioned he has become to fighting, especially after losing to Senator Armstrong. Sam only knows how to kill and has no reason why he's killing. It mirrors Raiden (the main character) who fights people for justice and to protect the weak, Sam fights just because.

Every single boss fight in Metal Gear Rising is all instrumental until you hit "critical" points in the fight, when the vocals come in. Not only does it make the scene feel even more epic, the lyrics apply to both the boss being fought AND the game's protagonist, Raiden. In this case, it's about their loss of identity, feeling that they have to fight all the time and sometimes that's all there is to them, and yet when the thrill of the battle is over their doubts and inner conflict still remains. Sam (the boss you fight) actually showed up and fought you at the beginning of the game, a battle you are scripted to lose. There are no lyrics during this fight, because Raiden isn't at a point where he can face up to him yet; they don't understand each other, and Sam even tells Raiden that he denies his weapon its purpose, because the sword Sam uses is a family heirloom destined to bring justice until he was misguided/strayed off the path he thought he'd be on. Their conflict starts at this point and it rises until you finally fight Sam as the second to last boss. There is also a moment where Raiden disarms Sam, but the fight goes on. The lyrics cut off abruptly in this moment, and they only continue when Sam picks his sword up again. People theorize this is because without his sword, this whole conflict of whether he's using his weapon for what it was meant to or what he thought he would disappears (since he's no longer using it), and maybe if he would stop fighting or if he tried to follow his ideals again and not just fight for the sake of fighting, he'd resolve those doubts. We'll never know because he does die 😔 but as every other boss in MGR, he parallels Raiden, maybe the most aside from the final boss (in my opinion lol) & the way the soundtrack reflects this, as well as characterizes him greatly, AND generally goes hard as hell is honestly amazing. Play MGR yall

[aloeaceae]

Winx College AU

Can I be annoying for a sec? A College Winx AU came to me in a dream, so now I’m legally obligated to yap about it on tumblr dot com.

Disclaimer: This is based on absolutely nothing from the original lore. If you’re wondering why a certain character has a certain major, it’s because the voices told me so (okay, fine—I did try to make it make a little sense).

18-year-old Bloom, an international student from Italy, gets accepted to a university in Massachusetts on a full-ride scholarship. The school is big, castle-like, and ancient-looking. There, despite her true enemies—introversion and awkwardness—she finds her place among the student body.

Bios for the Winx girls:

Bloom: A freshman, an international student from the boonies southwest of Milan. Shy, awkward, but kind and hardworking. She lives on campus and shares a suite with Flora, Musa, and Tecna. Majors in Graphic Design (it would’ve been Fine Arts, but her parents wanted her to pick something that could land her a job). The type who has to work twice as hard to get a mediocre grade—her weekly study time easily hits 40+ hours just to maintain a good GPA.

Stella: A junior, originally from California. A popular sorority girl, she was assigned to be Bloom’s onboarding buddy. Majors in Communications—she switched from Finance midway through her sophomore year to keep up her sorority’s 3.0 GPA requirement. Stella’s not too concerned about her major anyway; her dad plans to hand her a branch of his company when she graduates. She just needed something that wouldn’t interfere with her free time or social life.

Flora: A freshman, originally from somewhere on the West Coast and Bloom’s roommate. Timid but down for anything. She’s the type to have a private Instagram with just 100 or so followers—even though she’s gorgeous enough (and wealthy enough, thanks to generational money) to be an influencer. Majors in general Biology to keep her options open, but plans to add a more specialized minor later on based on what she’s passionate about.

Musa: A freshman, local to the college area but originally immigrated with her dad from China when she was too young to remember. An extrovert to her core—but God help you if you interrupt her while she’s practicing. Majors in Classical Performance. Shares a room with Tecna. She’s low-key popular on social media for posting videos of herself playing various instruments.

Tecna: A freshman by age, but a sophomore on paper due to already taking upper-level classes. She’s from New York City and double majors in Computer Science and Math. An introvert by choice, but capable of talking to anyone. Everything comes easily to her when she puts her mind to it, and people are often jealous of how effortlessly she seems to do... well, everything.

Layla: A sophomore, local to the area. Part of the Dance Team, so her social circle is mostly athletes and cheerleaders. A Marine Biology major—beauty and brains. She’s been scouted for modeling countless times but couldn’t care less.

Read the Specialists bios here!

I like this! Is there a fic? Wow I’m so glad you asked! There is, actually: read Refer to Syllabus on AO3

[gorgugplushie]

Sprunki speculative bio hcs

Sprunki come from a species that mimic real life animals in an effort to blend in, like starlings they are great vocal mimics and can copy any sound to a tea. They communicate by clicks, calls, trills, chrips, howls, growls, grunts, etc etc. Anything music based. Nonverbal and mute Sprunkis can achieve this through tapping and stomping.

Sprunkis live in close knit packs made of families called "Choirs", Choirs follow a very loose hierarchie usually led by a "Conductor" the conductor is usally the one who starts howls and songs that the rest of the Sprunkies follow. Conductors are usually female, or the oldest of the group.

Choirs are made of groups that allow the pack to harmonize as a whole (strings, alto, etc.)

Once of age a Sprunki will often leave their Choir to form their own, or to find their sound/calling.

Sprunkis choose mates by how well their sounds harmonize and blend together, while also putting on elaborate displays and dances.

Due to advances in technology Sprunkis are able to mimic more technology based sounds, Pinki and Jevin are considered Very traditional by the others since they Calls still follow the older way of choir song.

Calls can communicate a vast array of things, such as where a sprunki is, how they feel, where they come form etc. Calls can also be influenced by the region a sprunki grew in and the instruments from their region.

Sprunkis have alot of rituals, dances, and hymns dedicated to worshipping The Great Harmony.

They greet by headbumps.

Very social creatures, like to an extreme degree, separation and isolation are considered forms of self harm that can lead to distress (as seen in Wenda and Owakcx.)

[ropuszysko]

okay listen would you be interested in listening abt my huntik ocs, who are zhante's adopted kids and their stupid eventually dead father (like the guy IS trying, he is just really dumb)

bc let me tell you

× cynthia "i will kick your fucking ass and prolly tell you youre an idiot, but also i am a huge fuckin nerd for medicine and constantly make my (adopted) dad take me to mesoamerica for archeological purposes, also i really put h in adhd" moon-vale

and her younger brother

× daniel "yes, i am autistic, yes, i love maths and coding, but also i speak 2137 languages and play a few instruments, bc if you really think abt it, you really can analyse them mathematically and i can prove that, also pls leave me alone and let me speedpuzzle" moon-vale

are living rent free in my head since 2016

and their bio dad exists since 2012 and as much as he had changed many times, mathijs karim moon was always an idiot xD

also there's childhood trauma kind of angst bc it wouldnt be my ocs if there wasnt and a lot of therapy bc everyone in this post need it (well except thijs, bc guy is dead)

[alvisthefox]

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Update To Alvis Winter BIO

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Name: Alvis Winter

True name: Project Winter / Winter

Nicknames: Al - Everyone | 113 - Eggman/Haters | PW/Project Winter - Eggman | Fluffy - Sonic/Knuckles | Faker - Tails

Language: default is English (He is Polyglot so he can speak any language)

D.O.B: The out brake of the Metal Virus

Species: Darkling // But when being grown was made to resemble a Mobian Fox // Al learnt this not long ago// Hedgehog, Echidna, and obtusely Fox

Age: Unknown - Physically 14/16 // Ageless

Gender: Male?

Hight: 112cm

Alignment: Good / Neutral

Abilities: Teleportation - Electricity immunity - Hivemind //Weak but he can sense Shadow when he is close// Super speed //183,000 miles per second//prefers to teleport// Super Strength - Regeneration/Immortality - Chaos control //Doesn't need a emerald//

Skills: Smart - Good fighting (hand to hand and weapons) - Engineer/Electrician - Tech - Baking - musical instruments z Mimic voices - Parkour/Gymnastics/Brake dance

Team: Team Sonic - Team Dark - Chaotix Detective Agency - G.U.N //Has to work for G.U.N due to court order to Avoid prison for past as 113//

Info: Alvis (Al) Alvis or use to be known as 113. Since Eggman let him go and was found 3 months later in the mountains living out a crashed G.U.N cargo plane we have gotten to know more about the strange purple fox. He has a extreme knowledge about Me (Tails), Sonic, Knuckles and Shadows lives till a point of time. Its seems when he (Alvis) Kidnapped me under orders of Eggman saying he knows so much like he has a copy of mine and others memories. He looks around thru publicly access info looking for a missing child report and any info on a missing child under "Alvis Winter" and a "Bellatrix Constantine" but can't find anything about them.

I'm not sure what happened to Alvis's head under Eggmans ownership of him but Alvis Winter search, he says "That's me! I'm hear! I exist! I was taken! Sold!" almost like he's in a panic asks me (Tails) if I remember him describing a small orange 2 tailed fox with same markings he has but when I mentioned if that was the fact I (Tails) would be in my early 20s if this timeline he is talking about was real and when this hit him... Alvis froze this isn't making up. The is something going on with Alvis and we need to find out more

-Updates by Tails-

Update to the Research into Alvis past has caused our new friend some new stress and caused him to go in a kind of downward spiral. All he knew of his past was a lie. the say we first met was during the metal virus as Eggmans researcher observing the virus and how it grew reporting to Eggman. That from info we found in the lab he was released was his birth place... the day we hate. Sonic almost losing us all, Shadows ego being hurt, Cream losing her mother, everyone doesn't want to remember that day but Alvis now knows that day as his birthday. Me (Tails) and Alvis are the ones who know of the day if his birth as to avoid upsetting anyone. Agreed to set a fake birthday till we think its right.

The big shock is tho... Alvis found out he is a Darkling, DNA extracted from Shadows and using notes and info found from G.U.N about the growth and creation of Shadow. Eggman used that and what was made was a darkling | Project Winter | and what was made was Alvis. or by the notes Project Winter. Eggman though decided to make Winter a Mobian and chose a Fox. to "blend in" what doesn't work when he's a Purple 2 tailed fox but he tried and well, blends in more then a darkling. but getting back on topic. Alvis has kind of broke a bit. He seems more depressed and just doesn't say much and kind of stays close to me like he's scared. Right now he is sitting on the couch across from me staring at his tablet listing to music a bit to loud as I can hear the music from hear but its only when he's with me.

-Updates by Tails-

Sonic and others have found out and good news is Sonic and Knuckles took the news well, Shadow though knowing Als connection to Doom has Shadow judging (What I wont worry much about has he's kind of like that with everyone) Al though right now is having one of his rare sleeps as he shows someone with Insomnia or he can stay awake for long periods of time. We have found out he needs to be with some one for these sleeps as to prevent nightmares. Alvis is with Sonic both on the couch sleeping | Image 376 | but when he dose sleep alone he gets around 2 to 3 hours before waking up in a panic, highest BPM I got of him was 570bpm what I think I don't need to mention is fast, but when he wakes up is seems to be in a mild state of shock what only lasts around a few mints

Alvis seems to find therapy in baking even though he dislikes eating them. Good for us who love baked goods. But the is something he is still hiding something bothering him, But I trust him, I wont force anything out of him

(This is a AU.)

Yet a norther awesome peace from @catragemiau they did a amazing job with my Sonic OC and got a character sheet.

I cant stress enough that @catragemiau is worth every penny! If you want art at grate quality! @catragemiau is the one!

(Pls leave a slot for me to get art tho 🥺)

I can just go on for days about this! This is my 2nd art from them. And just like last time. So happy.

((Should mention. These are all versions. I'm kinda just re using the look of past versions of Al in my AU))

V1 (first ever alvis back in 06)(IRL 06)

V2 (pre experimented Alvis)

V3 (half way thru fur changing colour)

V4

Sonic Prime AU

--Carbine-- --Captain Iceberg-- --Wild--

Sonic Riders

Sonic Boom AU

Metal Alvis (M.A)

[pynkhues]

https://x.com/IWTVWriters/status/1879306854154879473?t=58_v4pxscaUhTJLewldpMg&s writers room posted a thread about Theatre Des Vampires! i lovee all the details and the bts we got

Adore all of this, anon! Thank you so much for sending it! I love getting to see how they make it all, and the level of detail is just so rewarding. I just spent an embarrassing amount of time (well, twenty minutes, haha) trying to find a contrast level in Photoshop that would let me read the Coven member's bios, but tragically, I can only make out the one (hopefully there's someone much more skilled than me out there working on it):

Basile Fontaine – BASILIC

BAND – Fife Player, woodwinds

WOODWINDS. An ORIGINAL COVENER. A fife player in a military band found himself in a bar where a local musician played such beautiful music on a Chalumeau. He was drawn to the instrument, coveting the item…and that night in 1624, he murdered the musician in the dark back alley…a night that would see Basilic himself murdered by the Children of Darkness. Armand saved him because Basilic’s final breath as a mortal was to ask for the stolen chalumeau, to blow his final breath and make sweet music….Armand took pity and had a vampire transform him. When the Coven took over the theatre it was his duty to ‘recruit’ a band…so he gave the Dark Give to Planche and Merde’em and has relinquished the control of it to Merde’em (as all woodwind players are apt to do.)

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I love this a lot, especially for everything it tells us about Armand as a Coven leader prior to meeting Lestat.