#Electronic Brew

[electronicbrew]

MYLAMINE - Chasm (April, 2024)

Download / Listen / Stream: https://ffm.to/mylamine-chasm

"MYLAMINE returns with a stand out single 'Chasm'. Released through Electronic Brew Records, this track, arguably his most significant to date, delves deep into the soulful, jazzy essence of emotional House music.

With intricate synth work, the moody ambiance of Rhodes, and deep, groovy percussion, "Chasm" is a blend that will resonate with fans of Laurence Guy, Jimpster, Felipe Gordon, Crackazat, and Black Loops.

This record is an example of MYLAMINE's ability to craft soundscapes that are both evocative and engaging. 'Chasm' is an exploration into the depths of house music."

[mylamine]

MYLAMINE - Nebula Cavern (January, 2024)

Download / Stream: ffm.to/nebulacavern

Following the success of his 2023 single "Galaxy Cloud", MYLAMINE brings us another otherworldly new track -- "Nebula Cavern".  A deep dive into underground and emotive house with vibrant synth work, tantalizing melodies, and a touch of island vibes. For fans of Crackazat, Four Tet, Laurence Guy, Felipe Gordon, Bonobo and Black Loops. "Nebula Cavern" releases on January 26th, 2024 on all platforms via Electronic Brew Records.

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, this week I’m going to be putting focus on my personal favorite living male vocalist, Chino Moreno, and his Deftones side-project, Crosses (hereto regarded as †††). The vocalist I’m well familiar with, as I’ve been listening to his majestic vocal cords for over two decades. Chino has been an integral part of a few notable side-projects in his time, my favorite being his work with a one-off experimental rock group called Team Sleep. ††† is a duo I initially farted at when I heard some of their work a decade ago. I was content to say, “That was just OK”, and leave them in the rear-view mirror. However, upon a second, third and fourth examination over the years, I can tell you this duo is growing on me like a rare dark crystal in an underground cavern. Just upstairs, you’ll find the music video for their song Vivien from their 2022 EP Permanent Radiant, which is a soft wink to Britney’s “…Baby One More Time”. If you like it, join me downstairs for more.

Ostensibly started as experimental recordings with Chino’s childhood friend, this project was comparatively supposed to be minimalistic and calming next to the Deftones and their generally blunt and aggressive sound. Unlike Deftones, ††† ventures into dark wave territory, and even wanders into ‘witch house’, that being electronic tunes that are heavy on gothic and occult themes. Lush, moody, seductive and underpinned with dream pop and trip-hop styles, this is pop music with some very dreary undertones. A lot of their catalog is Chino vocalizing over what are essentially hip-hop beats, and if it truly can be classified as ‘gothic’, their music absolutely represents the tip of the spear in modern gothic rock. And folks, I HATE listening to most gothic songs like I hate filling out federal paperwork, which would explain why I wasn’t too-too keen on their vibe early-on. If you have trouble interfacing with their sound at first, I was right there with you once upon a time. This group makes melodies that, for me anyway, have taken a significantly long time to properly digest. But damn, I sure am glad I kept going back for more samples! Some of the very best bands out there are the ones that get better every time you listen to their work, and I am elated to report that ††† is one of those bands. My second favorite feature of this group is their drive to deliver something totally experimental to the ears of their audience. My number one favorite feature of this group, is, of course, Chino’s voice. He’s got a dramatic tenor with an incredible range, and I know it’s highly subjective, but I’ve seen this man perform live several times and he manages to hit notes that sound downright and distinctively alien to my ears. While perhaps not the best ‘singer’ on a technical level, his distinguishing and emotive vocals come with a reported 4.5 octave range, which puts him head and hair wax above about 90% of other male singers in terms of natural ability. Just down below, you’ll find Bitches Brew from their 2014 self-titled album. Smash play, enjoy, and far more tunes to come this year, my friends!

Although not necessarily my cup of tea, I’ll always take a side-project from my favorite male vocalist with a smile and open arms. If you enjoy this group, you should check out Team Sleep, which in my humble opinion is the superior product of any of Chino’s side-projects. Image source: https://www.nme.com/features/music-interviews/crosses-chino-moreno-shaun-lopez-interview-goodnight-delete-robert-smith-el-p-3513976

[number1actually]

Cold Brew and Conversations || NumberOneActually

Idle chit chat with a side of caffeine

[pippin-pippout]

For those following the SAG and WGA strikes there’s new shit a-brewing, this time targeting background actors (aka extras).

Some may know that one of the issues SAG is fighting is that studios want to take virtual scans of background actors and use them in perpetuity (meaning forever) without any additional compensation to those background actors. So you would just see a bunch of AI generated humans in future movies based off of a background actor that worked one day.

This is already shitty because working as an extra for 3 days on a union set (if you receive a union voucher each day) is one of the main ways to qualify for SAG eligibility. This means that a lot of actors working background do not yet have union protection and likely do not have an agent or manager to protect them. Disney has already allegedly told background actors to do this on the set of Wanda Vision: https://www.avclub.com/wandavision-background-actors-say-disney-scanned-them-1850709900

Here’s where it's worse.

There is one main company that supplies background actors for major union and non union productions. Central Casting. They love to brag about their very long influence in the industry - in old movies dating back to the 40s you can hear jokes about hiring extras from Central Casting.

Central Casting has been including an electronic document for all actors in their database to sign as part of onboarding. Signing it gives Central Casting the right to use your images, your videos, and YOUR LIKENESS in perpetuity, forever. They would OWN your likeness. Instead of it being a studio supplying the AI background actors, it would be Central Casting instead.

Receiving any work from Central Casting in the future is conditional upon signing it. No signature = no extra work = no extra income for union actors trying to make health insurance minimums, no union extra work for pre-SAG members.

SAG already reached out to Central Casting to tell them to stop. Central Casting refused.

Edit to say: this is not new. It’s part of actors onboarding and is called the Photo, Image, and Video Release. It’s phrased to sound like you are just giving them permission to use your image and video for CC’s website and promotional purposes. But the actual language is much broader. It's only recently being brought up as a point for discussion because some casting directors (who are generally supportive of the strike) started pointing it out.

Central Casting is owned by Entertainment Partners which is also a giant software conglomerate and owns a lot of the software used to organize background casting and pay actors. https://www.ep.com/company/about-us/

[cloudywriting05]

dollhouse — coriolanus snow

“torture me to sleep, have your way with me.”

» part two of one of the girls, can be read after or alone.

word count: 2,965 words

warnings: borderline physical and verbal abuse [DDDE], blindfolding, p in v, hardcore smut, bdsm, rough sex, slapping, mdni

tags: @urfavnoirette < even helped with the plot ugh 🫶

“What? She fucked him?” The blonde boy asked.

“Trust me, I get it. It’s fucked up. I mean, Sejanus? And not me? We didn’t even believe him until we saw them talking, he definitely fell in that pussy, man.” Festus remarked as he stared at Coriolanus, the blonde boy gazing into the distance at nothing as he soaked in the information he was just told. "Before me too, it's fucking diabolical, dude."

It was true, you had sex with Sejanus. Coriolanus stood there, enraged. Were you, his girlfriend? No, you weren’t. Did he feel betrayed? Cheated? Yes, absolutely. The revelation had his chest tight, his temper soaring, his breath shaking. His girl touched a man, not just any man, the one he hated the most, Sejanus goddamn Plinth. The root of all his problems, self-doubts, and hatred. The boy with the perfect ending, a Capitol success story comes to life, a district boy who rose to the top with his family. Just the mention of his name had Coriolanus completely enraged. There’s nothing Coriolanus wanted more than to kill Sejanus, more than usual right now.

“Are you sure she did? I don’t care, just curious," he questioned, his attention now glued to Festus's lips, making sure he didn't mishear the information.

"Didn't you see them at assembly? They were totally giggling and touching each other, they're definitely fucking, man– plus, Sejanus said it himself, he's one lucky mother fucker, I'll tell you that."

Coriolanus tried calculating when and why you fucked Plinth, or what possessed you to. He knew of your friendship, but nothing else. He always despised when Sejanus would team up with you for projects, the idea of you two alone would kill him every time because he knew something like this would happen; and it did. He was right. Was it because he fucked Livia last weekend? What could possibly be the reason? He couldn't find a reason, but he found a very serious problem. In the blonde boy’s head, he could sleep with half the school, and you still weren't allowed to touch another guy. You were his when you played with toys in the sandbox in pre-k, and you are still to this day. It’s never been said explicitly, because to him it never had to be, he just expected you to know.

“That’s fucking disappointing, isn’t it?” Coriolanus remarked, anger brewed within him.

“I guess…? By the way, are you going to Arachne’s birthday tonight? Everyone is going and I don’t know what the fuck to wear. Exams are fucking me up, man.” Festus whined, rubbing his temples.

“Wear whatever, it’s not like it matters. See you tonight.” Coriolanus replied, walking away to his last period.

Coriolanus knocked on the front door of the overly large mansion, loud electronic music evading through the walls, red and pink lights flashing through the window, eliminating the grass in the front yard. He stood there for a moment until one of his peers opened the door, Clemensia.

“Coriolanus…” she cooed, throwing herself towards the boy into his arms.

He held her as her drink spilled down his side, rolling his eyes in disgust. “Get yourself together, are you alright?” 

“No, but you look good… I like your shirt,” she remarked, her finger tracing over the patterns as she leaned against him. She’s fucking insufferable, he thought to himself.

“Thanks, now get up, pretty.” He stated, lifting her onto her feet and turning her around.

With a firm grip on her shoulders, he guided Clemensia through the entrance of the house, closing the door behind him. The volume of chatter grew even louder, an interesting scene in the apparent living room where people were lounging around, kissing and hugging. Releasing his hold on Clemensia, she joined her peers in the room. The blonde boy proceeded down a lengthy hallway, exchanging brief smiles with classmates lining the walls, their conversations blending with the music. Reaching the end, he pushed through holographic streamers dangling from the ceiling and stepped into what resembled a second living room, where vibrant lights flashed, fruity alcohol lingered in the air, and the heat hit him stronger than expected.

He stood there, observing the people he’d been in class with a few hours earlier, now dancing relentlessly against each other under the pulsating music. The bright flashing lights washed over their bodies, while pairs, trios, and groups gathered around, indulging in drinks and cigarettes. Amidst the vibrant chaos, Festus caught his attention with an unfamiliar girl. Navigating through the crowd, Coriolanus reached the center, where he firmly grabbed Festus's shoulder, prompting a swift turn in response.

“Dude! You scared me! You’re here pretty late!” he yelled as he leaned in towards Coriolanus.

“Yeah! I know! Have you seen Sejanus?” Coriolanus yelled back, his body being pushed by people jumping and dancing around him. 

“Dude! Yeah! He’s on the dance floor with your girl, man! Look!” Festus’s arm extended and pointed towards you, lost in the music as you danced with Sejanus.

Coriolanus watched your body pressed against his as you winded your hips, Sejanus’s hands resting on both sides of you, pushing up against your back. He let out a sigh as you whispered something into Sejanus’s ear and led yourself out of the crowd. Coriolanus took the opportunity to pursue you, pushing through everyone. He followed you closely behind, watching your hands struggle as you turned the doorknob and entered the dark bedroom. Keeping his footsteps light he entered behind you, closing the door. He stood silently as you threw yourself onto the bed, letting out a loud groan as your chest hit the mattress.

“Nice dancing back there, whore.” Coriolanus remarked, sending you into a panic.

“Fuck! What the hell are you doing in here, you fucking psycho? How long were you standing there?” you shrieked as you glared at the boy in the corner, your heart pounding inside your chest as it rapidly raised up and down.

Coriolanus let out a dry laugh and sighed, “I knew you could be dirty; I just never knew you could be so fucking cheap, and easy.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Snow?”

“You fucked Sejanus— now give me one reason why I shouldn’t strangle you and shoot him,” Coriolanus spoke calmly, stepping towards you as you sat on the bed.

“Holy shit, you’re insane, Snow. Does it matter who I fuck? You slept with Liv on the weekend and my entire friend group over the summer, so kiss my ass.” you exclaimed, keeping your stance.

“You’re too pretty to be acting like this, doll. So, get some fucking self-respect and never go near him again.” Coriolanus suggested, his finger running down your cheek. 

You slapped his hand from your face as he stood in front of you, looking up at him. “But, why? You’re not my boyfriend, and contrary to your personal belief, you don’t fucking own me, Coriolanus.” 

“You said I did when I fucked you so good that you came back for seconds and thirds.”

“I hate to break it to you but, your personality is not as likable as your dick, Coryo. Now get the fuck out.”

“No, not until you apologize for having sex with the biggest bitch of Panem.” he protested, causing you to erupt into laughter. 

“Fuck, you really are crazy, Coriolanus... If you won’t get out, I will myself. Move.” you shot up from the bed, your chest grazing his as you pushed past him.

You stalked towards the door, Coriolanus grabbed your arm and pushed you, slamming your back into the wall. You cried out in pain. The boy stood an inch from you, his hands pinning yours against the wall. Your body was engulfed in complete fear, you were horrified.

“If you think for a second, I’m gonna let you go out and grind against that fucking bastard, you’re wrong. You’re staying here, I don’t care when the party ends,” he declared, his face centimeters from yours, your wild eyes staring at his.

“Coriolanus, let me the fuck go,” you spoke calmly.

“Why? Why are you acting like you don’t want this? I know you’re probably getting off to it because this is the type of shit your sick brain likes.” he sneered, adorning a vicious smirk.

You hated him. You hated him because you knew he was right. The heat between your legs, his breath against your neck, his grip on your hands. You wanted him so badly, and you hated that he knew it. “Why the fuck would I want you to touch me?”

He raised your hands above your head, keeping them first against the wall. He let his free hand travel down your side, his other hand clasping at your wrists, holding them in place. His hand wandered to your bare stomach, his fingers then wandering under your skirt. Drawing circles against your clothed pussy, the same pussy that was begging for his touch. “I can already fucking feel it, you’re wet. Such a whore, now tell me what you did with Sejanus.”

He spun you around, your chest slammed against the cold wall. His hands still clasping at your wrists which were now behind you, resting on the lower curve of your back. With the side of your cheek pressed against the wall, you breathed out. “I fucked Sejanus.”

“Say it again.”

“I fucked Sejanus Plinth and let him cum all over my face,” you admitted, your voice shaking. 

“Good girl for being honest for once, hm.” he sighed. 

He freed your hands, but they still found a way to stay put behind your back. The blonde boy raised his hand and landed it against your ass as hard as he possibly could, conjuring up all his strength to do it a second time. You shrieked in agony, as you bit your lip.

“You know, sluts like you should get worse, but I’m so fucking nice to you. So, fucking nice. You’re just so pretty it hurts to hurt you,” his hand traveled up to your chin, caressing it, then gripping it firmly, forcing your head to turn in his direction, “but your mouth, my love. Your fucking mouth gets you in trouble.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t care, doll. Give me the ribbon,” he tapped his finger against the ribbon around your left thigh, and you untied it, handing it to him shamelessly. “Get on your knees.”

You dropped to your knees, shuffling around to face Coriolanus. His pelvis hovered in front of your face; you peered up at him as he glared down at you. You could still make out his features by the bright lights flashing through the edge of the door frame. Your last look at the boy’s pretty face. He caressed your hair before tying the ribbon around your eyes firmly, and your breath hitched.

“Feel how hard I am, doll. Do what you do best, whore.” he remarked, grabbing your hand, and placing it against his achingly hard cock. 

Your hands scrambled to unzip it as fast as you could without your vision. The rush consumed you as you successfully unzipped his pants, sliding your hand inside his boxers, earning a groan from the blonde boy. You pulled his pants down slightly, completely freeing his hard cock. Your hands flailed in front of you until you found it, gripping it firmly. You let the tip of his cock into your salivating mouth. You spat on it mercilessly, stroking it with both your hands. You placed his top against the flat of your tongue, running it against it in circles. Coriolanus choked back moans, refusing to feed your ego. 

Your lips puckered around his tip, sucking on it, the pre cum now on your tongue. You began to take his dick into your throat, deeper with every head movement. You felt his cock slide in and out of your mouth, moving graciously against your tongue. Your hands moved to massage the base of his cock, alternating between his massaging his balls, and flowing the movement of your mouth. Coriolanus’s chest heaved as he moaned shamelessly, not caring about your ego anymore. 

His hand moved to grab a chunk of your hair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat as you mercilessly sucked his dick. Your head moved vivaciously as his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth. Coriolanus pulled his cock out of your frantically, not wanting to cum inside your mouth. He rested his tip against your open mouth. You sat there, tongue out and eager. He slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue a few times before stepping away. 

“Get up, pretty.” he purred, helping you off the floor and onto your feet. He began removing your clothes piece by piece, throwing them to the side without struggle, he’d done this before. 

You stood completely bare, blindfolded, solely relying on the same boy who swore he was going to kill you. Coriolanus led you towards your bed as you followed him blindly, silently instructing you to position yourself in the center of the bed, which you did without saying. He pried your legs open, revealing your glistening pussy. 

“Did Sejanus get you this wet?” he asked, you shook your head frantically in reply. “I know, darling, what a shame.”

He traced a finger towards your heat and then started running it through your folds, causing soft moans to escape from your lifts. His finger traveled up and down your wet folds, pressing against your clit with each movement. Coriolanus watched your body react as you arched your back towards him, he sat beside you, his hand between your legs, studying every bit of you. He moved two digits towards your entrance and pushed inside slightly, he watched your lips open to let out a staggered moan, your hair caught under the blindfold. His fingers went deeper within you a second time, causing you to gasp, and then the boy didn’t wait to pick up a rhythm.

His fingers slid in and out of you, your wet vagina aching, as its own lube, you began to moan out for the boy with your sight still completely covered. “Fuck, Snow.” 

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, lowering his mouth to your nipple, lapping at it before you could answer.

His fingers still pumped in and out of you, “I do, you’re so good.” 

He raised himself to look at your face again, he figured you weren’t in the state he wanted you to be in. His pace began to pick up, but instead, he used the flat of his palm to rub and press on your slit. The friction catches you off guard. His palm slid up and against both your folds and clit, sliding back to push his fingers further into you. His pace sped up, your back arched itself so your hips raised towards his hand. He watched your facial expression change as he mercilessly fucked your pussy with his hand. “Wait, Coriolanus!”

“No, I won’t. Now shut up and take it like you took Plinth’s dick, whore.” he snapped, breathing against your neck as his hand fucked you. He tapped on your side and without saying you flipped over, knowing what he meant without him having to say a word.

He snatched the thick ribbon from your chest and slid it around your neck, the two ends of the ribbon in his grip as it pressed against your neck. Pushing his cock into you, he smiled. “Does that feel good?"

You nodded through your moans as his cock slid in and out of you. He yanked on the ribbon suddenly, thrusting your head back towards him. You struggled as he restricted you from breathing while he fucked you. You didn’t know how you could be so helpless with him, how you let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted but he got you regardless. Coriolanus’s cock thrusted into you mercilessly, watching your ass bouncing against him. The door creaked open causing the boy to snap his head.

Plinth stood in horror, not being able to register the scene in front of him. Sejanus stood with his mouth open, Coriolanus briefly stopped thrusting and glared back at him. A smile crept up on the blonde boy’s face as he picked his pace up again you moaned beneath him completely oblivious, Coriolanus still glaring at Sejanus who began to close the door. You smiled to yourself as his cock filled you with every movement, completely satisfied, in complete bliss.

“Plinth could never fuck you like I do, okay?” he remarked through his moans, his cock still plowing into you.

“I know, I’m, I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. You’re just so good,” you cried out, his hand pulling on the ribbon this time forcing you to look back at him, “Do what you want to me, I’m gonna cum, please!”

He watched your body retract against his cock, shaking. You fell onto your chest, the boy continued to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty but so stupid,” he stated, his pace not slowing down, “don’t know how to keep your legs closed.” 

His free hand landed against your ass. “Now, you’re gonna sit here and swallow Daddy’s cum, okay?”

“Yes, I will, please.” He pulled his cock out of you as you turned around to face him, not hesitating to place his cock on the flat of your tongue.

You stroked it slowly, watching his eyes roll, “Fuck, you’re so eager for me,”

“Always.” you breathed against his cock, his cum spilling against your tongue, cheeks, and forehead. 

He fell onto his back, your eyebrows cocked upwards. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Mrs Capitol, tell me,” he replied as you lowered yourself next to him.

“I never fucked Sejanus.”

[alliddewrites]

Alastor x Reader x Vox

Content disclaimer:

Slightly dark,

Somewhat yandere,

Some power inaccuracies,

Gender neutral reader

Not proofread cause I'm not feeling too well, but I wanted to write and post this finally.

Masterlist

Catching the attention of two extremely powerful overlords?

You are absolutely doomed. You will never know rest again. This is your punishment in the afterlife.

At first, it's relatively innocent. Vox tries to charm you as well as he can, but it progressively gets more obsessive. He won't outright start watching you, he will check in with you throughout the day. Messages, calls, accidentally running into you.

If you happen to keep a distance from him, or even outright reject him, he will resort to more drastic measures, no matter how softly you deliver your answer.

He will stalk you 24/7 through any device he can get access to at some point. Covering your cameras is useless, he's going to listen in on you anyway.

You have absolutely no privacy, especially if you have your phone on you all the time.

(Un)Fortunately for you, Alastor is going to be constantly around you, corrupting any video recording he's on, therefore messing with Vox's activities.

Alastor, at first, only hangs around you to piss off Vox. But at some point things take a turn and he becomes infatuated with you as well.

The Radio Demon is going to be even more touchy-feely with you than any other demon. Your personal space no longer exists. Arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, hand on your back, anything really, he just wants to be touching you. Wants to make a claim on you…

(He's definitely willing to make any kind of deal just so he can own your soul.)

The only option you have to try to protect yourself is complete self isolation, as well as absolutely no modern electronics. It won't help much however.

Alastor has one of his shadows constantly supervising you, and reporting back to him.

Which, other than protecting you from other sinners, is what's keeping Vox from completely brainwashing you into being his.

Their rivalry has become even more serious and brutal since you entered the picture. They can no longer just insult each other jokingly through their preferred mediums.

Someone on Patreon said that I should make a series based on this, so I might've started brewing something.

Support me on Ko-fi or Patreon!

[r3-ese]

harvesting hearts

pairing : sdv sam x reader

contains : fem!farmer, fluff, mutual pining, sam being whipped

word count : 1.5k

note : my first piece of (published) writing! im so obsessed with stardew atm im physically ill

The warm afternoon sun cast long shadows over the rolling hills of Stardew Valley, bathing the town in a golden glow. At the local arcade in the heart of the valley, Sam leaned against the counter, absently twirling a drumstick between his fingers. The arcade was alive with the sounds of electronic beeps and the clatter of buttons being pressed. Still, Sam’s attention was focused on the animated conversation between his friends, Abigail and Sebastian.

"...and then, she just took down those slimes like it was nothing!" Abigail exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she leaned towards Sebastian.

Sebastian nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, the new farmer is pretty impressive," he agreed, taking a sip of his soda. "She’s been making quite a name for herself."

Sam’s curiosity was piqued. He had heard bits and pieces about the new farmer, but this was the first time he had seen Abigail so animated about anyone other than herself. "Who are you guys talking about?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"The new farmer, of course!" Abigail said, her eyes sparkling. "She moved into the old farmhouse and has been venturing into the mines. She’s fearless, Sam. You should meet her."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I think you’d like her."

Sam made a mental note to keep an eye out for this mysterious newcomer. If she had impressed both Abigail and Sebastian, she had to be something special. He imagined what she might be like, picturing someone strong and determined, a fresh face in their sleepy town. The thought made him smile, a new spark of excitement igniting within him.

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A few days later, Sam was practicing his skateboard tricks near the town square. The wheels of his board clattered against the pavement as he attempted a particularly tricky maneuver, the warm breeze ruffling his hair. Just as he was about to land it, he caught sight of someone walking by—a lean figure with a confident stride that made his heart skip a beat.

The farmer.

Her presence was magnetic, drawing his eyes to her despite his best efforts to concentrate on his trick. As she walked, her movements were fluid and assured, exuding a quiet strength that left him breathless. She wore practical clothes—jeans and a sturdy jacket, with dirt smudged on her cheeks from a day’s work—but she held herself with such poise that she looked radiant.

Distracted, Sam stumbled and fell, landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. His skateboard rolled away, coming to a stop a few feet from him.

The farmer laughed—a bright, melodic sound that made Sam’s cheeks flush. She walked over and offered him a hand. "You okay?" she asked, her smile warm and genuine.

"Y-yeah, I’m fine," Sam stammered, accepting her help. He got to his feet, brushing off his jeans. "Thanks. I’m Sam, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m the new farmer," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Be careful with those tricks, okay? See you around." With a final smile, she continued on her way, leaving Sam staring after her, his heart pounding in his chest.

As she walked away, he found himself replaying the moment over and over in his mind. Her laughter, her smile, the way she had effortlessly lifted him up. He knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to see her again.

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It wasn’t long before Sam found himself in the Stardrop Saloon with Sebastian, Abigail, and the farmer. The dimly lit saloon was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The four friends gathered around the pool table, the air thick with friendly competition and the smell of Gus' home-brewed beer.

Sam leaned over the table, trying to line up his shot. As usual, he was struggling to keep up with Sebastian’s skillful plays. The balls clacked against each other, Sebastian effortlessly sinking one after another. Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Don’t worry, Sam," the farmer said with a wink, stepping up to the table. "I’ll help you out." She took the cue from his hands, her movements confident and precise as she lined up her shot. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, and she took a deep breath before striking the cue ball with a smooth, controlled stroke.

To everyone’s surprise, she managed to beat Sebastian in a close game. Abigail cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "You go, girl!" she shouted, her enthusiasm infectious.

Sebastian gave an approving nod, his expression unreadable but clearly impressed. "Nice job," he said coolly. "Didn’t think anyone could beat me."

The farmer grinned, handing the cue back to Sam. "Thanks, but it was a team effort," she said, glancing at Sam with a smile that made his heart flutter. He could feel the warmth of her hand as she passed the cue to him, a small but significant gesture that made him feel connected to her.

Sam couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for her. She was not only skilled but also humble and kind. He found himself looking forward to their next game, eager to spend more time in her company and learn more about her. The evening continued with laughter and camaraderie, and Sam felt a growing sense of belonging that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

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Later that week, Sam found himself sitting in Sebastian’s dimly lit basement, strumming his guitar absently. The room was filled with the faint scent of cigarette smoke, and the low hum of Sebastian’s computer added to the relaxed atmosphere. Posters of their favorite bands adorned the walls, and the soft glow of fairy lights created a cozy ambiance.

"I’ve got a confession," Sam began hesitantly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think I have feelings for the farmer."

Sebastian barely glanced up from his screen, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. "Yeah, I noticed. You’re not exactly subtle."

Sam groaned, setting his guitar aside and leaning back against the couch. "What should I do?"

"Just tell her," Sebastian replied with a shrug, his eyes still fixed on his computer. "Or don’t. It’s your call. But if you keep moping around like this, you’re going to drive me crazy."

Before Sam could respond, there was a knock at the door. Sebastian smirked, finally turning to look at Sam. "Speaking of which, I invited her over. Forgot to tell you."

Sam’s heart raced as the farmer entered, her presence filling the small space. She greeted Sebastian casually and settled in, her relaxed nature putting everyone at ease. Sam, meanwhile, felt like his heart might burst from his chest as he tried to join in the conversation without making a fool of himself.

"Hey, Sam," she said, turning her attention to him with a smile. "How’s the band coming along?"

"Uh, good! We’re working on some new songs," he managed to reply, his voice steadier than he felt. The three of them spent the evening talking and laughing, the farmer’s presence a constant source of warmth and comfort for Sam. She shared stories about her farm, her struggles and triumphs, and Sam found himself hanging on every word.

Sebastian watched the interaction with a knowing smile, occasionally chiming in with his own dry humor. The atmosphere was relaxed, and Sam felt a growing sense of camaraderie. By the end of the night, he was more determined than ever to tell the farmer how he felt.

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As the weeks passed, Sam found himself thinking more and more about the farmer. He admired her confidence, her kindness, and the way she seemed to brighten every room she entered. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but every time he tried, his nerves got the better of him.

One evening, as he was sitting on the porch of his house, strumming his guitar and watching the sun set, he looked up to see the farmer walking towards him. She smiled and waved, and he felt his heart leap.

"Hey, Sam," she said, her voice casual. "I’ve been thinking... Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Sam blinked, taken aback. "You mean, with me?"

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. "Yes, with you. I think you’re cute."

Sam’s face lit up with a grin. "Yeah, I’d love that."

They sat on the porch for a while, discussing their favorite spots in the valley and sharing stories about their childhoods. The conversation flowed easily, and Sam felt a connection growing stronger with every word.

As they made plans for their first date, Sam couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He had found someone who shared his interests and made him feel more alive than ever before. The anticipation of their date filled him with excitement and nervousness, but most of all, hope.

When the farmer finally stood to leave, she turned back and gave Sam a lingering smile. "I’m looking forward to our date, Sam. Good night."

"Good night," he replied, his voice soft. As she walked away, he watched her until she disappeared, his heart soaring. He knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

[islerouxsims]

DIZZY ISY SAVE FILE VERSION 7

Hello Dizzy Isy fans! I'm absolutely thrilled to announce the long-awaited release of Version 7!

I'm so sorry for the delay; unfortunately, my time to work on Dizzy Isy is very limited due to various challenging circumstances.

The save file is now updated for the Horse Ranch pack and Chestnut Ridge. I sadly don't have the latest EP yet, so that will just have to wait. Nevertheless, I hope you find joy in this new version of the save!

♥ What do you get? ♥

VERSION 1 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 2 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 3 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 4 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 5 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 6 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

…PLUS…

209 custom clubs and icons (+7 than v.6) with points/rivalries and custom activities.

Lots of details of custom books to find, interesting tombstones, photos with past histories and mysteries etc.

♥ When you enter the save♥

There are 3 empty lots.

There are 19 empty houses (12 starters, 6 under 100k, 1 under 120k). (I have now labelled the starters so it is clearer.)

There are 18 rentals in holiday destinations.

There are 2 free apartments.

Secret lots in Mt. Komerebi renovated.

Selvadorada and Strangerville adventure/mystery unplayed.

Conservation efforts not completed in Sulani.

Evergreen Harbor has many community project opportunities.

Neighbourhood Stories disactivated.

Voting and Eco Footprints also disactivated.

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It is a busy save file with many lots filled to stop random spawning of townies but the empty lots will soon quickly fill up with townie families if you don’t use them. The townies are clearly marked in the unplayed tab with the #townies so you know who is meant to have a lot and who isn’t.

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♥ What do you need? ♥

❥  ALL THE PACKS apart from Journey to Batuu and For Rent

❥  Kits used: Fashion Street kit, Incheon Arrivals kit, Desert Luxe and Carnival Streetwear kit

-You can still download this save file without all these packs or kits but some items might be replaced by substitutes, and we all know how those pan out.

❥ 150 MB of free space for this save file.

❥  Zerbu’s More Club Icons Mod (PLEASE DOWNLOAD FIRST!)

(If unavailable to you please download from here)

❥  Rex’s Custom Club Activities Mod (PLEASE ALSO DOWNLOAD BEFORE THE SAVE!)

♥ Recommendations ♥

❥ MC Command Center by Deaderpool.  

❥ No Random Townies by Zero.    

❥ No Random Hats Acessories and Makeup by Bienchens.    

(Anything by Bienshens is amazing and safe to use in my opinion)

♥ How to install? ♥

Make a backup of your Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Saves folder

Download the file, unzip, and place files in Electronic Arts/The Sims4/Saves.

Open your game, enter the save. It is named “Dizzy Isy Save File By Isleroux and you should see Marc Duchamp as the last played household

"As the eldest child and scion of the Duchamp legacy nectar dynasty, Marc holds the coveted position of the golden heir to Whispering Oaks Estate and Vineyard. Amidst familial expectations, a brewing rivalry with his sister Marielle adds tension. Will Marc confidently uncork the future, aligning with his parents' aspirations, or will Marielle steal success from beneath his fingertips?"

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DOWNLOAD (SFS) or 

DOWNLOAD (MediaFire)

(REMEMBER TO DOWNLOAD THE CUSTOM CLUB MODS FIRST!!)

**Lastly, if you find joy in the save file and wish to support me, perhaps you could consider buying me a coffee ☕ to help make future updates possible.

It's worth mentioning that despite the immense effort poured into Dizzy Isy over four years, I've chosen not to restrict access to my save files behind any paywall.

To those of you who have already extended your support, your kindness truly means the world to me. I want you to know that I see you, I appreciate you, and I'm grateful for your unwavering dedication, especially to those who have read this far down.**

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy simming!  ~isy~ ツ  

@maxismatchccworld

[miifu666]

Yandere isekai! Alpha!

Who you met during your mindless scrolling through the brainrotting reels and videos thats feeding the addiction part of your brain, in no time you're suddenly transported in the middle of a busy street with your pajamas.

Not knowing if you've accidentally sleepwalked or if you were daydreaming, you noticed the strange waft of different smells the people around you have.

Its all too much for your brain, the smell of different perfumes clashing eachother is making your head spin. In no time, you accidentally hit your head on someone.

A tall person, maybe 6'7 you note. You have to crank your neck upwards to see him, apologize and run back to your home despite forgetting that you're in the middle of an unknown street.

"S..sorry..?" You half muttered, trying to get a glimpse of the man by squinting, the backlight of the sun isn't helping the unfortunate circumstances you're in.

"No problem! ...hey are you lost, little thing?" The man tilted his head, blocking the sun and giving you a bit of how he looks now. "You don't smell like an average beta.. or omega... even alpha"

He's an attractive person, a lazy smile etched on his perfectly smooth face. Pulling the fat of the cheeks a little and curving his cat-like eyes just beneath his golden rimmed glasses. Theres a few moles you see near his left eye, under the eyebrow and bottom lip. He looks like one of those pinterest models you see, one that people put as a drawing reference.

"Uhm.. what?"

"You're okay?"

"I think so? What do you mean.. average beta?"

Hearing your answer, the tall man can only hummed and fix his dark blue hair. It wasn't long enough to reach his shoulder but not short enough to reach his ears too, a layered cut maybe? You try to figure out the man's body action before hearing out what he has to say. Theres a small fear of you getting kidnapped, pulled into some drunken bar or maybe a dimmed and empty place to steal your organs.

"Betas? You know, the second gender?" He muttered, the lazy smile is still stapled on his face. You asked if he's talking about the same beta, omega and alpha that you know about. The ones that you've read in fiction and posts, a universe where people have secondary genders instead of just the usual biological male or female. "Hmmm... yes?".

You wanted to laugh, make a weird face, punch him on the guts, to say he's joking would be an understatement. He looks serious, in fact. He looks at you judgingly despite the small smile he kept. You panicked, finding out that those isekai fictions are actually happening to you, during your scrolling on the dumb thin brick of electronic. Maybe if you weren't so focused on it, you would realized you're slowly being transported into another dimension.

The man tilted his head again, a small humm is heard despite the loud steps of the crowd walking past you. The crowd, you're also in the middle of the busy street. The sweat on your palms feels more wet now that you realized everyone is seeing you in your pajamas, the only pair of outfit you wear to be comfortable alone, uninterrupted in your small abode.

"You look so anxious.. wanna go somewhere to talk? Seems like you need something to straighten your mind"

Time moves quickly, you're now sitting in a thick sofa. One that feels like its been used for years, the comfortable dent it has gives you a sense of belonging. The man, introduced himself as Elias. Explained to you how this world works, after noticing how despite having betas around. You have a particular smell that isnt too strong or "unique" as he would say it. "Quite the catch you are" he smiled as he tilted his head again, the act reminding you of an owl. "An alpha like me have sharper nose... but i can barely smell you. Its like smelling a deer.. small deer"

Now you're lounging in his house, holding a warm chamomile tea he brewed. Feeling snug despite being in a strangers house, waiting for him to finish changing. He discussed about you having a place to stay, urging you to live in his house for awhile till you can figure things out in this world. 'How kind..' you think, 'maybe the alphas in the fiction isnt as horrible as it actually is in here... '

You didn't noticed the lingering look he's giving you, the licking of his lips each time you tend to appear skittish and unsafe. He has a need to keep you alone, keep you safe around him and maybe spoil you a bit. Who knows? Maybe throughout all his life being an Apex Alpha, you are his true mate. The reason he's been so devoid of any feeling and not so obedient for his wolf side is because you haven't appeared in his universe.

Fortunately hes a patient man, so patient. He can easily break you down to become his perfect little omega, no matter if you'll have it as a second gender or not. In his eyes, you'll always be an omega. His omega

Elias is an old yandere oc i created, i had some ideas of how he is but i wanted to show more of his personality here. Theres a few notes past me put on his character but the rest, is improvised.Sooo this is all not proofread.

[rainandandy]

Watching the Abyss

Summary: You, Andy, Tyler and Bjorn enter the decommisioned spacecraft to find the cryofuel but Bjorn can't hold his anger against your girlfriends synthetic brother.

Pairing: Rain Carradine X GN! Reader

Warnings: Violence, strong language, angst

Word Count: 805

A/N: My requests for Rain Carradine are open! Just send me an ask

Rain sat on the edge of her seat; her eyes fixed on the video comms screen in the shuttle. The flickering feed showed you, Andy, Tyler, and Bjorn moving cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the decommissioned space station. Every nerve in her body was taut with anxiety, her heart pounding as the shadowy figures of the team moved deeper into the unknown.

Navarro was at the comms desk, her fingers flying over the controls as she adjusted the feed. Kay stood beside Rain, her brow furrowed in concern. “You okay, Rain?” Kay asked softly, sensing the storm of emotions brewing just beneath Rain’s calm exterior.

“Bjorn’s pushing Andy too hard,” Rain replied, her voice clipped with tension. “I don’t like how he’s treating him. Just because Andy’s a synthetic doesn’t mean he’s expendable.”

Kay glanced at Navarro, who was listening quietly but didn’t turn from her work. “Bjorn’s parents were trapped in the mines by a synthetic,” Kay explained gently. “It was a calculated decision to save more lives, but they didn’t make it out. Bjorn… he’s never forgiven synthetics for that.”

Rain’s hands clenched into fists. “That doesn’t give him the right to treat Andy like this. He’s part of our team, and he’s my—” She hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “He’s my brother.”

As they watched, Bjorn shoved Andy roughly aside, barking at him to hurry up and open the next door. Andy complied without complaint, his expression blank, but Rain could see the tension in his movements.

“Bjorn, cut it out,” Your voice crackled over the comms, firm but calm. You stepped between Andy and Bjorn, your body language protective. “He’s doing his job, just like the rest of us.”

“Stay out of this,” Bjorn snapped, his face twisted with anger. “He’s a machine, nothing more. If he gets fried, who cares? We can always find another one.”

Rain’s heart lurched in her chest. “Please, don’t,” she whispered to you, as if her words could reach across the void between them.

But you didn’t back down. “I care,” you said fiercely. “And you’re not laying a hand on him.”

The tension in the room skyrocketed as Bjorn’s face darkened with rage. Without warning, he lashed out, shoving you hard against the wall. The video feed flickered as the comms picked up the sound of the scuffle. Rain’s breath caught in her throat as she watched you try to hold your ground, but Bjorn was stronger, fuelled by years of pent-up resentment.

Andy moved forward, his voice calm but urgent. “Bjorn, stop. This isn’t helping anyone. We need to work together.”

“Shut the fuck up, tin can,” Bjorn snarled, raising an electronic bat, the same kind that could fry Andy’s circuits with a single hit. He turned his glare on you. “And you, stay out of my way, or I’ll take you down too.”

Rain’s vision blurred with a mix of anger and fear. She couldn’t just sit here and watch. “Navarro, patch me through. Now!” she ordered, her voice trembling.

Navarro quickly opened a channel. “You’re live,” she said, her tone serious.

“Bjorn, that’s enough!” Rain’s voice rang out, echoing through the comms. “Back off, or so help me, I’ll—”

Bjorn froze at the sound of her voice, his grip tightening on the bat. For a moment, it looked like he might relent, but then he sneered. “You’re not here, Rain. You can’t do shit.”

Bleeding from a gash on your forehead, you don’t move away. “Rain, it’s okay,” you said, your voice strained but steady. “I’ve got this.”

Tyler suddenly appeared in the frame, stepping between them. “That’s enough, Bjorn,” he said, his voice commanding. “We’re here to get the cryopod fuel and get out. We don’t have time for this.”

Bjorn hesitated, his anger still simmering, but he finally lowered the bat. “Fine,” he spat, glaring at Andy one last time before storming off towards the next door.

Rain let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, her body sagging with relief. She whispered your name, her heart aching as she watched her partner wipe the blood from their face, your eyes flickering towards the camera as if you could sense Rain’s gaze.

“I’m okay, Rain,” you said softly, your voice reaching out across the distance. “We’ll get through this. Just hold on.”

Navarro and Kay exchanged a glance, their concern for Rain evident. But Rain didn’t care about them right now. All she could think about was getting you and Andy back safely.

“Just come back to me,” Rain whispered, her voice barely audible as tears welled up in her eyes.

As the team moved deeper into the station, the fight fading into the past, Rain sat back, her heart still pounding. This mission was far from over.

[electronicbrew]

MYLAMINE - Nebula Cavern (January, 2024)

Download / Stream: ffm.to/nebulacavern

Following the success of his 2023 single "Galaxy Cloud", MYLAMINE brings us another otherworldly new track -- "Nebula Cavern".  A deep dive into underground and emotive house with vibrant synth work, tantalizing melodies, and a touch of island vibes. For fans of Crackazat, Four Tet, Laurence Guy, Felipe Gordon, Bonobo and Black Loops. "Nebula Cavern" releases on January 26th, 2024 on all platforms via Electronic Brew Records.

[mylamine]

MYLAMINE - Floret (August, 2024)

Stream / Support: https://ffm.to/mylamine-floret

"Late 2024 marks the much-anticipated release of "Floret," the newest single from acclaimed house artist MYLAMINE. Following the success of his previous single "Chasm," which garnered significant interest, MYLAMINE continues to innovate with a sound that is both original and deeply moving.

"Floret" is a masterful blend of soulful, emotive, and jazzy vibes, characterized by its pulsating, addictive beat and intricate percussion. The track weaves vibrant melodies with organic sounds, creating a lush sonic landscape that captivates listeners from the first note to the last.

True to MYLAMINE's signature style, "Floret" delivers an authentic and immersive musical experience that stands out in the house scene. This single is a testament to MYLAMINE's ability to evolve and push the boundaries of his craft while maintaining the unique essence that fans have come to love.

Prepare to be entranced by the soulful rhythms and rich textures of "Floret." Stay tuned for its release in late 2024 and immerse yourself in the next chapter of MYLAMINE's musical journey."

[japeneselunchtimerush]

I love the fact that akashi is canonically a tea nerd lmao.

Thinking of Kuroko's performance in a game?

Drink Tea

Woke up at 5 am to go to school?(Dont lie you know he wakes up early af to get work done)

Drink Tea!(Look at the love in his eyes guys. He looks so peaceful looking at that cup of tea It has helped him like coffee has helped me during finals week)

Someone would ask him why he likes it and hed go on a long tangent about aroma and taste and the type of tea leaves used.(Hes so weird I love him)

I bet he has a special pot and cups for it. As in traditional Tea sets. He is having none of that electronic tea making devices.

He definitely prefers tea brewed by the pot, he thinks the tea tastes much better traditional style(No one thinks it tastes any different but this is one topic that akashi will fight tooth and nail for so everyone just agrees as he stares them down)

I sometimes wonder whether he brews the tea himself or does the chef do it. I think that he brews the tea by himself 1. Because it just doesnt taste the same when other people make it(The only one who can brew my tea is me)

2.He used to help his mother brew tea when she was still alive and its one of his most cherished memories so making the tea reminds him of her okay enough dont make yourself cry.

Hes like the Uncle Iroh of KnB but like a high schooler. That said:

Akashi: Ugh! This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice

Murasakibara: Aka-chin, Thats what all tea is.

Akashi:ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ How could a member of my own team say something so horrible!

Bonus Kaomoji: (づ ᴗ‿ᴗ)づ🍵

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie is mid stream one day playing a cozy game, because he wanted to have a more chill stream. Large mug of coffee he grew and brewed himself.

Shelldon: Hey D, someone wants to know what you're drinking!

Donnie: Well, it's just some coffee that I got, custom blended, from a small business. They also had some nice tea, or at least that's what my brother says.

Shelldon: They want to know where you got it from.

Donnie: (secretly self promote my side coffee/tea business, or...) well they haven't fully set up yet, they don't have enough stock to sell yet. They gave us some stuff for helping them move in.

Shelldon: Do they have a name at least?

Donnie: Shelldon, are people in chat actually interested in my coffee, or is someone bribing you to turn this into a not sponsored advertisement?

Shelldon: ... it's called The Caffeinated Turtle, D is drinking the 'Supernova Electron' blend!

Donnie: Shelldon!

Shelldon: B offered me some new graphics!!

Donnie: Shelldon, I'm the only one who can upgrade your system, and I just said there isn't enough stock to sell anything yet!! There isn't even a site or store to order from!!

Shelldon: Well M said they wanted to convert a train car into a café.

Donnie: Don't make promises we can't keep!!

The chat is spamming emotes, and questioning what's going on. Donnie puts Shelldon in time out, and attempts to calm down and continue the game.

Then a little jingle plays, and a poster graphic rolls down with a logo for The Caffeinated Turtle Coffee and Tea.

Donnie: Whoever is doing this, I will password lock all your devices for 2 months!!

Chat is still confused especially since emotes of the logo just unlocked.

Donnie screams, puts the stream in 'Break Mode' to track down who's messing with his stream.

The chat wonders if this is real, or the most elaborate sponsored marketing stunt ever.

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Masterpost

Donnie has also on many occasions tried to not fully connect the stream to his Genius Built company, but has plans to 'get sponsored' by his company, but can't find a good excuse just yet.

The other brothers were 'gifted' an AI for their streams, if only to monitor them, and make sure they don't say too much. She/They're named River, they're based on a softshell, coloured teal, she looks similar to Shelldon, but doesn't 'float' she swims in the air or walks along the bottom of the screen, she tends to smack the chat box with a fan to symbolize someone getting banned.(yes this is my oc I wanted a way to integrate her in)

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

.•♥︎The Incident♥︎•.

Type: Not Fluff

Format: Oneshot

Catagory: yandere x reader

The sound of the rattlebag Grimm had gotten became more irritating with every passing second, the repetitive noise becoming like nails on a chalk board to me as I sat on the porch.The sight of the bright shades of yellow, orange, and pink mixing together for the perfect ombre slowly fading into the darkness to become gloaming. The feeling of irritation from thr displeasent noice bubbling under the surface eventually becoming more prominent as my patients for the gremlin began to run thin.

I began to snap as I aggressively stood from my chair storming over to the door as I aggressively turned the nob while pushing the door open with a tremendous amount of force causing the hinges to shake as it slammed against the wall with a thud. Storming over to the stairs my hand sliding up the old worn down banisters as I practically stomped up the stairs, a storm brewing in my head. The ear piercing noice of the bag all common sense and calm from my being.

Slamming the door open to our shared room, practically screaming as my voice raised and temper flaireding "You little Rat I swear to god if you don't stop shaking that rattlebag i will light it on fire and chuck it at you." Even more furious when He denied it with an attitude and snarky comments. "What did you eat some bad food. I don't have it, Hench-Human! Stop trying to scare me. I know the ghosts are gone" Clenching my hands and jaw while grinding my teeth as she acussed me of the exact thing she was guilty of. "You little brat-!"

The noise of the Rattlebag filled the room once more as we went completely silent. We both stood staring at each other Hearts pounding In our chests as we heard the rattle once more all annoyance disappearing from my body being replaced with a sense of pure unfiltered dread. The atmosphere becoming incredibly incredibly eerie at the lingering feeling of fright from the shill noise and knowledge. Suddenly the noise stopped, causing the only noise to be susurrus. The feelings slowly faded as time passed, my body relaxing as the instincts screaming run slowly faded and my heart rate went down. My mind scolding itself for psycing itself out. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the muscles and nerves in my body relaxed. The feeling of resentment from earlier no longer present as I flopped on the bed staring at the ceiling. The room suddenly going completely dark.

Looking outside the window and seeing tim lights of lights and electronics through my neighboring dorms. The sound of Grims voice chastising me as i did so. "You Human! You said you paid the power bill." Staring out the window as i mutterd "....... I did." the fear and Creepy atmosphere returning as my blood went cold at the realization that someone else was in our house and my mind hadn't been scaring me. Whispering quietly, panic and urgency seeping into my tone as the panic sunk in. "Hide now!" Scrambling to find something, anything to defend us since grim had used all his magic earlier while fucking around with deuce. Desperately going through the drawers with shaky hands searching for my utility Keychain as Grimm protested. "Why do I need to hide? It's just a power outage Human!"

My mind screaming fuck as It's refusal to take order made this situation more stressful, hands shaking as they grabbed the Keychain. "No its not, someone is in the house, and you cant use your magic anymore without overblotting." Watching as he reluctantly crawlwd under the bed. My mind screaming that's a obvious spot and to just run but not saying anything because as of currently we didn' know where the Intruder was in the house, so we couldn't leave. Blowing the Secented candle out before turning and hurriedly speakwalking to the closet and shutting the door. Trying to hide my body behind the clothing as the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon still filled the room. The situation feeling uncanny as she tried to stay still while listening anxiously for any noise as she was filled with unease. It's felt haunting like there was someone's gaze on me even.

The mystery of where the intruder was in our house building a rising tension in the air and "what if's" in my mind. The sound of footstep drifting down the hall, coming right in front of their door and the creak of the handle turning alerting me that he was entering as my body froze and breath hitched. The sounds of humming and footsteps filling my eardrums as I stood completely, still burying myself into the darkness of the closet.

Horror setting in as I realized the intruder wasn't there for our belongings or they would be searching our drawers and jewelry box.

My heart pounding In my chest as my hands shook, realizing that he already knew we were here, why else would they turn off the power. They were fucking with our minds and playing with our emotions practically bathing in our terror.

Not able to call or text anyone due to that fugly joke of a headmaster not paying my phone bill. Alarm and Terror setting in as the doors to the closet swung open, the moonlight shone light on the closet. Backing up as I saw a glimpse of a gloved hand reaching out for me, clutching the utility Keychain and scrambling to get the small knife portion open hearing a familiar voice speaking softly like they were talking to a startled animal. "Calm down {Name}~♥︎"