#coffee - keyboard!!! or flute...

[velvetwyrme]

So OG Sans can play the trombone, Underfell! Sans plays a trumpet according to his creator. Do you think any of the other au skeletons play instruments? Part of me wants Swap! Papyrus to play the drums solely so he can make the ba dum tss sound. Other other half of me wants to give him an electric keyboard that is always set to the silly sound effects setting like duck quacks and dogs barking.

Ooooo that's a good question!!! 👀!!!!!!! I have many many thoughts on this and have settled on exactly 0 of them!! (I have multiple opposing headcanons and simply pick and choose whatever I think is funniest/most interesting for the situation)

ONE of them is "all the Sanses play brass wind instruments, and all the Papyri play percussion or strings" (One of the bits in the Papyrus QnA also reinforced this for me)

I love love love the idea of Swap!Pap playing drums!! He also strikes me as a guitar guy tbh (*pointedly looks away from the Bard in Flipping Fate*) I feel like he's also the most likely to own a kazoo or a ukelele though. Maybe even an omatone.

... Funny you mention using a keyboard for silly sounds! In a deleted scene from EOVD, Swapfell!Papyrus has a soundboard lmao. I can also see him playing a cello or bass... (or at least, for the way I write him.) Speaking of the way I write him- I've also made reference to him being a trombone player for a one off gag lol. Bwuuu.

In the same vein of "things I've written about/gestured at before", but I don't think classic Pap ever settles on an instrument. He tries out a bunch but never ends up playing one more than any other. So in a way I can see him with any and all instruments lol.

If sticking by the Sans=Brass rule, I feel like Swap!Sans and Swapfell!Sans would have either a saxophone (more like saxobone) or a tuba. Either combination works in my mind. If not sticking by that rule, I could see Swapfell!Sans playing a string instrument maybe? Or a clarinet lol. Swap!Sans also strikes me as a trumpet guy, if you don't mind overlaps.

Underfell!Papyrus ... I like to think he plays piano :] In contrast to the existing discussions about where the piano falls on the scale between percussion and strings; any instrument is a percussion instrument if you hit it hard enough.

Additionally. I think he was taught to play piano by UF!dyne and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands !!!!!!!

Also as a bonus, I think Horror!Pap would play the harp. No particular reason, I just like the visual of it lol. Horror!Sans probably just... stopped playing his trombone, and after getting his head injury either picks it up again or resorts to humming/tapping along instead because fine motor control is harder for him :p

[angrythingstarlight]

don't know if you've ever had an ask about this before, but I have to know,, does bee like playing the drums with pots and pans and wooden spoons? does bucky join in? or would he get her a real drum set? I feel like malyshka would kill him if he did 😭😭

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Steve bought baby Bee a drum set as payback for Bucky commandeering one of his restaurants. He didn't even warn anyone that he was going to do it. He snuck the set in one afternoon and waited.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee

WC: Drabble

A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series.

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The banging is faint at first. Hesitant. Bee is slowly discovering that she likes hitting these sticks against the drum. The sounds it makes are hilarious. She quickly grows more confident. And louder. So much louder.

Bucky slowly lifted his head off your lap, his eyes narrowed at the open door. "What is that?"

"No clue." You cringe, wondering what on earth was making all that racket.

Just as Bucky is about to go investigate, Steve strolls, a smirk brightening his features as he bites into a slice of carved apple.

"Oh, that is my 'thank you for stealing my restaurant' gift for Bumblebee." He leans against the wall, seemingly unaware of the growing ire stirring in you and Bucky. "I think she likes it. Hey Bee?" He raises his voice over the clatter and banging of drumsticks.

A brief silence. The sudden reprieve from the noise has you sinking against Bucky's shoulder.

"Yes Uncle Steve?"

You don't like that look in his eyes. Neither does Bucky. He's rising off the couch, heading towards Steve.

Steve doesn't move. "You love your drums?"

You know your baby so well that you can practically hear her answer before it leaves her mouth. Bucky is almost within reach of Steve. Her head tilts back and she screams. "I loves it!"

Bucky gets his hand around Steve's jacket lapel, ready to punch him in the chest. He doesn't flinch. Both mobsters are used to trading threats of bodily harm like they're passing around a pack of gum. "Don't you dare—"

Steve grins. Winks at you. "Your papa wants to hear a song Bumblebee. Play him something."

"Papa you wanna hears me? You loves it too?" She's still screaming, apparently too enamored with her new toys to leave her office.

Bucky drops his head back with a defeated groan. And you, well you, reach over and grab your airpods off the coffee table. They're in your ears before Bucky notices. He mouths 'traitor' in your direction and then turns to his best friend.

"We"—he emphasizes with a pointed look at Steve—" can't wait to listen, Bee."

Steve slings his arm around Bucky's shoulder and they walk out. "You know I'm glad we're friends. I hate to think what you would do if we weren't."

Bucky laughs. "Remember Eddie?"

Steve whistles. "That was impressive."

They're almost at Bee's door when Steve decides to test the limits of his friendship. "I should probably mention I bought her a keyboard too."

"You mother–" She pops her head out of the room, Bucky just manages to stop himself from teaching his baby another curse word. "Hey Bee.

Bee grabs both of their hands and pulls them into her office. "Okays first I gonna plays the drums and nexts is piano and den the flutes. I so 'cited Papa." She dances to the stack of instruments taking up space in the corner of her play area.

"What flute? Really? It was only one restaurant." Bucky whispers under his breath, his head turning towards Steve. At least he has the nerve to look sheepish. Maybe he did go a little overboard.

"Dis one Papa," Bee answers, giddy at the thought of playing with all her shiny new toys. She's never had ones like these. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of them.

Both men halt at the loud, piercing, off key noise coming from the flute playing, adorable toddler. "You loves it?"

Bucky sighs because if it makes his baby happy, he will sit through hours of her "music". A smile pulls at his lips because if he has to suffer then so does Steve. "I do Bee and your uncle Steve wants to spend all day listening with me. He canceled all his plans just for you. Right Steve?"

"Weally?" She beams, bouncing on her heels, excitement radiating off her.

For the first time since he hatched this plan, Steve feels a tinge of regret. "Of course Bumblebee."

Bucky lowers his voice, brow raised, his expression becoming devious and calculating. "I'm going to record her and then have one of my guys copy it to a shit ton of tapes and have them stashed at every single one of your homes. Your offices. Your cars. It's going to play on an never ending loop. As soon as you find one, I'll have it replaced with two more."

"Still worth it," Steve replies, settling in one of the chairs across from Bee's makeshift stage. "Alright, sweet Bee, let's go."

[cheolieji]

Can u write a Seungcheol arranged marriage trope. Kinda enemies to lovers.pleasee😭been searching something like this for so longg

arranged love - choi seungcheol

wc: 3k~

pairing: wife!reader x husband!seungcheol

genre: e2l, a little angst, arranged marriage (obvi), suggestive (at the end but not rlly)

guide for requesting on my page [17] please read before requesting

proofread ✔️

A/N: it's barely enemies to lovers rlly, just two people who doesn't wanna be in an arranged marriage, but oh well it worked out In the end.

You hated him the moment he opened his mouth.

“I hope you don’t snore,” Seungcheol says, sliding into the seat beside you at your engagement dinner like it’s any other bland corporate meeting and not the night you’re being shackled to someone you barely tolerate.

You grip your champagne flute harder than necessary. “I hope you don’t breathe loudly. I’m a light sleeper.”

He glances at you, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth, and it grates on you more than it should. Everything about him grates. The way he takes up space. The way his tailored suit hugs his body like it was made just for him. The way he looks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking and enjoys watching you squirm in silence.

The whole room buzzes with congratulations and approval. Not for the love you’re about to begin, but the empire you’re about to merge. Your family. His. A perfect match on paper. The kind of marriage that brings investors to their feet and reporters to their keyboards.

You don’t love him. You don’t even like him. And yet, you’re expected to stand beside him, smile for the cameras, and wear the diamond on your hand like it’s anything but a shackle.

“You really don’t want this either, do you?” you murmur under your breath.

He sips his wine and leans in, his voice low enough to make your pulse stutter. “Does anyone ever want a deal like this? We play our parts. That’s what we do.”

You meet his eyes. There’s no warmth in them. Just recognition. You’re both pawns in the same game, and somehow, that makes you hate him more.

The wedding is a blur of white and gold. Flashbulbs. Applause. Vows that feel like theater.

He doesn’t kiss you on the lips. Just brushes a chaste kiss to your cheek, which earns a round of coos from the audience. In the photos, you look perfect. Elegant. United.

Behind the scenes, you avoid his gaze. He avoids your touch.

The wedding night is no different. The penthouse is silent when you arrive. You kick off your heels and march toward the bedroom without waiting for him. The ensuite bathroom becomes your temporary escape. You scrub off your makeup like it’s guilt, brush your hair with aggression, and when you open the door again, he’s lying on the bed shirtless, scrolling through his phone like he owns the world.

You pause.

“You could have waited.”

“I figured you'd want the couch,” he says without looking up.

“I figured you would take it.”

He sets his phone down and meets your gaze. “Trust me. I’m not trying to sleep next to you either. We can switch tomorrow.”

You say nothing. Just cross the room and climb into bed with as much space between you as the king-sized mattress allows.

You stare at the ceiling for hours, body tense, every inhale of his enough to keep you from sleep.

The first few weeks are cold.

You operate like coworkers who hate each other. You rotate nights on the couch. Argue over trivial things—whose turn it is to restock the fridge, where the spare keys should go, who forgot to RSVP to that charity auction. Seungcheol has this way of staying maddeningly calm while you burn.

He makes coffee exactly the way you like it and never says a word about it.

You fold his dress shirts when they’re in the dryer and tell yourself it’s because wrinkled clothes reflect badly on you, not him.

You start to notice the way he reads before bed, how he runs his fingers along the page edges. How he cracks his knuckles when he's thinking. How his voice drops when he’s on a late-night call in the living room, unaware that you’re listening from the hallway.

He’s irritatingly considerate. Not nice. Never sweet. Just… thoughtful in ways you didn’t expect.

You catch him watching you sometimes. At dinners. Across the room. When you laugh too hard at something someone else said. His eyes soften just slightly before he looks away.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. He’s just playing his part.

But one night, everything shifts.

You’ve had a long day. An even longer dinner event with more fake smiles and one too many invasive questions about your nonexistent honeymoon.

When you step into the penthouse, you kick off your heels and sigh loudly, expecting silence.

But Seungcheol’s there. In the kitchen. Two glasses of wine already poured. His tie is loose, sleeves rolled up. He looks at you like he’s been waiting.

“You okay?” he asks, voice gentle in a way that makes you pause.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

He hands you the wine without pushing.

You sit across from him at the counter, sipping in silence.

“I’m tired of this,” you say after a moment.

“This… marriage?” he asks.

You nod. “Not the marriage. The pretending. The cold war we’re fighting. I can’t keep being angry all the time.”

He looks at you for a long time. “Then stop.”

Your brow furrows. “It’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Because what would you even say? That you don’t know how to trust him? That the way he looks at you now makes your heart pound? That you’ve hated him for so long it’s become part of your routine, and letting that go means risking something else entirely?

He sets his glass down and steps closer.

Too close.

“I’m not pretending when it’s just us,” he says quietly.

Your breath hitches.

“You’re the one who acts like you can’t stand being in the same room,” he adds, voice low, nearly a whisper. “But you’re always looking at me.”

“So are you,” you shoot back.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes dark. “I am.”

He lifts his hand slowly, giving you time to pull away.

You don’t.

His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His touch is warmer than you expect. Careful. Like he’s afraid to push too far.

Your voice is barely audible. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “But I think about you more than I should.”

That’s all it takes.

You surge forward first.

Your mouths crash together in a kiss that’s messy and hot and far too long overdue. His hands slip into your hair as your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not soft. Not romantic. It’s months of tension and resentment and unspoken want, igniting like a match to dry kindling.

You gasp when he presses you against the counter, the edge digging into your hips. His lips move to your neck and you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as heat pools low in your stomach.

“I still hate you,” you breathe.

He chuckles against your throat. “You say that, but you’re pulling me closer.”

“I want to bite you.”

“Do it.”

You do.

He groans, and something about the sound makes you dizzy.

When he lifts you onto the counter, your legs wrap around his waist without thinking. His hands press into your thighs, mouth never leaving yours, and you wonder how you ever convinced yourself you didn’t want this.

You break the kiss only to breathe, foreheads pressed together, lips swollen, pulse racing.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you whisper.

His thumb brushes along your lower lip. “Doesn’t have to. We don’t have to label it.”

“So what are we?”

He pauses. Smiles faintly. “Married.”

You laugh, breathless. “God, I really do hate you.”

“No,” he says, voice like velvet. “You don’t.”

You pull him in again, and this time there’s no hesitation.

No pretending.

Only heat. Only hands. Only the taste of red wine and the quiet sound of your name on his lips like it’s something he’s been waiting to say in the dark.

And you let him.

Because maybe this marriage started as convenience.

But tonight, it feels like something else entirely.

The End.

(for now)

[simdertalia]

🎵 ACNH Music Stuff Set - Part 1 🎵

My lovely patrons wanted to have this set split into 2 parts so that some of it could be posted today, so here it is!

Sims 4, base game compatible (Piano is functional & requires City Living, as it uses the keyboard as its base). 48 items 💗

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Set contains: -Amp (large, medium & practice sizes, functional music players, can be stacked) | 8 swatches each | 1202 poly each -Analog Reel 1 & 2 | 3 swatches each | 372 & 714 poly -Book Stand | 4 swatches | 1176 poly -Cello | 3 swatches | 1205 poly -Clarinet | 1 swatch | 1078 poly -Clarinet on Stand | 1 swatch | 1200 poly -Drum Set | 10 swatches | 2398 poly -Effects Rack | 10 swatches | 1222 poly -Floor Monitor (functional music player, can be stacked) | 1 swatch | 1191 poly -Guitar Bag | 5 swatches | 412 poly -Headphones | 11 swatches | 1172 poly -Headphones (wireless) | 11 swatches | 866 poly -Marimba | 1 swatch | 2352 poly -Metronome 1 & 2 (clicker out and in) | 5 swatches | 1168 poly -Mix Master Table Decluttered | 10 swatches | 314 poly -Ocarina | 2 swatches | 514 poly -Pan Flute | 1 swatch | 1042 poly -PA System for Floor (functional music player) | 1 swatch | 826 poly -Pedal Board | 3 swatches for body, 3 swatches with "light on" 6 swatches total | 1202 poly -Percussion Mallet | 1 swatch | 258 poly -Phonograph (functional music player) | 2 swatches | 1092 poly -Piano Bench Seat (is a chair) | 10 swatches | 1214 poly -Piano: Upright (functional, requires City Living) | 2 swatches | 2176 poly -Portable Record Player (functional music player) | 7 swatches | 1217 poly -Record Box | 16 swatches | 1146 poly -Sampler | 8 swatches | 820 poly -Sax: Alto & Tenor (2 items) | 1 swatch each | 1062 poly -Sax: Alto & Tenor on Stand | 1 swatch each | 1184 poly -Sign Dueling Pianos | 6 swatches | 222 poly -Snare Drum | 4 swatches | 706 poly -Snare Drum on Stand | 4 swatches | 1202 poly each -Stool (seat) | 4 swatches | 1072 poly -Tambourine (table & wall decor, 2 items) | 1 swatch each | 602 poly -Thumb Piano | 5 swatches | 1190 poly -Timpani | 4 swatches | 2394 poly -Timpani Single 1 | 4 swatches | 1270 poly -Timpani Single 2 | 4 swatches | 1124 poly -Tools | 2 swatches | 1200 poly -Trumpet | 2 swatches | 1094 poly -Trumpet on Stand | 2 swatches | 1192 poly -Wooden Fish | 3 swatches | 942 poly

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[gladosluver]

ooooh you'll share your hcs about the student council (and ryota too ig) ooooooohh, i am a ghost here to tell you to do so.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

heres a bunch of random headcanons i need to get out of my system!!!

tsubasa can play a piano and violin. aiko can play the flute. suzuko plays a clarinet. tomohiko can play a kalimba and shoji could do some CRAZY shit on an electric guitar and keyboard

karen owns a cat. or two. or three or four or five.. asukasei is deathly allergic and would start sneezing if they got too close to each other

sosuke goes to a haunted house all high and mighty just to scream at fucking EVERYTHING

kotomi used to think that "railing" someone meant to hit them with a train, not fuck them. she only learned the truth after she got mad and yelled "IM GONNA RAIL YOU" at kiriko and was confused why she started laughing

asukasei, aiko, and soshun have the cilantro soap gene

suzuko gets coffee every morning and orders the CRAZIEST drinks ever. like im talking that 15 sugar 9 caramel 12 mocha 7 cream type shit. she drinks it all too

daiki could prepare a 3 course meal for everyone and say it's "just some light work" and meanwhile soshun and sosuke cant even use a microwave properly

when they cant find something to suit their fashion preferences, suzuko and aiko get together and make their own clothes. ryota joins them and makes his own stuffed animals

taro woke up screaming one night because he had a dream taco bell discontinued the baja blast

during junior high, sosuke and tsubasa were twenty one pilots fans

kotomi dresses like she came straight out of the 2000s. full on pink/black/white mcbling flip phone juicy couture jean skirt stuff. class of 09' type fit honestly

once asukasei got bored and read the entirety of the great gatsby for no reason at all. he hated it

karen either paints her nails a new dark colour every week or goes months without doing anything with them

daiki owns a hamster and a rabbit and cares extremely deeply for them. they are SPOILEDDDD

shoji makes wired jewelry and is probably really into nu-punk too. sometimes tomohiko gives him scrap metal to work with

tsubasa once believed an AI generated image of a mermaid was real and has NEVER been able to live it down ever since

taro believes vampires and ghosts exist. ryota swears he saw a ufo and aliens once

some sad shit below muwhwuahuwh

unrelated somewhat but taro and tsubasa remind me of the song Caesia & Ruben

kiriko and karen had the same motive for opposite reasons. karen had a good relationship with her mother and was distraught to see her dead, but kiriko had an awful relationship with her mother and couldnt stand knowing she was still alive

the brain is active for several minutes even after death.

i really wish we got more info about these guys before they kinda died

[astrxthesiai]

Notes and links to blank templates under the readmore.

How Similar Are You to Caleb: (Blank) Can't say I have the personality of a golden retriever anymore. The only model kit I have is the Gundam Deathscythe. The only fruit I eat are apples T: ... I was hardly popular ever in school. I hate cooking. I can only drink ice cold water. And I hate sweating. I'm somewhat of a caretaker for a couple of friends but everyone else? Nah, I'm done with that.

How Similar Are You to Xavier: (Blank) Can't say I'm good at dancing. I suck at video games and probably have terrible luck at board games. Vending machine coffee sucks. I can actually cook and not burn down the kitchen. I overshare online. I have always been reserved and guarded for a few people. I do have a tendency for jealousy, but that has been controlled now. I don't have a green thumb. And I need a lot of sleep or I'm going to want to fire a rocket launcher at the sun.

How Similar Are You to Zayne: (Blank) Not entirely sure about my alcohol tolerance. My patience could be better. I hate grocery shopping. I love winter sports but was never able to do anything but sled. I'm talented but not a prodigy or a savant. I wish I could buy flowers, but I don't know where to place them. Acts of service is not quite my love language. I hate studying but I do enjoy learning. I suck at gift ideas. I was never a morning person.

How Similar Are You to Rafayel: (Blank) I was meant to be born on March 3 three days away from his birthday, but was born weeks early. I can't do bedroom eyes for shit and if I succeed I'll laugh myself silly. I can't even speak one language correctly due to my learning disability, but I try learning anyway. I can be a sore loser at board games though. Not as passionate nor as witty as Rafayel. It takes awhile for me to come up with something dry or sarcastic. Interior design bores me to tears but I enjoy designing rooms for my OCs. How does that work? I will never shut up if I've warmed up to you and you asked me about a topic I like. I tried the keyboard, clarinet, flute, piccolo, and fife.

How Similar Are You to Sylus: (Blank) I can perform under pressure, but I hate doing so and will try to tear the person putting me under said pressure to shreds. I don't collect vinyl records, I don't have a vinyl record player, though phonographs are cool. I took karate lessons as a kid. I'd wear more ethically sourced clothing if I had the money for it. My singing voice hasn't been used in long time so I might be a king of tone deaf. I can be poetic, but while I try to be eloquent I feel I'm terrible at it. I am not highly assured, I'm about as insecure as a prim donna. Intimidating? No, I'm a shaking leaf. I would be a collector if I was deeply focused on what I'm collecting. I absolutely hate the summertime. Everyday I wish I could fire a rocket launcher at the sun. I'm a nightowl but all of you function only in the daytime in my timezone.

[thunderstomm]

Penguin Band + Cadence Gijinkas & Headcanons !!

Headcanons under the cut (:

Headcanons from left-to-right of drawing order.!!

Franky

19 Years old, the youngest member of the penguin band

He/Him, Trans Man

Bisexual

Afro-Canadian

The lead singer of the Penguin Band, and the most versed in instruments. Typically plays the keyboard when performing with the band, but can play the guitar, bass, flute and violin.

He likes to invent in his free time. Fixes the other band member’s instruments and Cadence’s turntables when they break.

Used to work at the Pet Shop, where he’d often sing to the Puffles when he found himself alone with them. This is where he met Petey K, who was the one to later invite him to join the band.

Like the book “Franky’s First Show” suggests, he joined the band at a later date, after it had already been founded.

Despite this, he’s the “most popular” member of the band, according to tabloids and teen-scream magazines.

Likes to wear warm clothing, and lots of layers.

While he seems very chill and calm, he still gets nervous before every show.

His favourite genres of music are Hip-Hop and Pop

Stompin’ Bob

20 Years old

He/Him, Cis Man

Bisexual

African-American

The bassist of the Penguin Band, but he also likes to rap!

He writes the songs for the band, finding his inspiration from a multitude of places. He sometimes helps Cadence write her songs too.

Tough, and loves to adventure around the island! From going camping in the woods, to beating penguins at the toboggan races, and even trying to learn Card-Jitzu, Stompin’ Bob loves to spend his time having fun.

He used to work at the lighthouse, as security before starting the band.

The first of the members to move to Penguin Island, and one of the three founding members of the Penguin Band.

Upbeat and rowdy personality!!

Loves to dress in fishnets, ripped shirts, and studded accessories. Never seen without wearing his favourite eyeliner.

His favourite genre of music is rock! But he’s not a genre snob, and enjoys writing a multitude of genres for the band, but has a fondness for writing pop-punk, as he thinks it suits Franky’s vocal style best.

Petey K

20 Years old

He/Him, Cis Man

Gay Man

White, British

Plays the Electric Guitar for the band, previously played the accordion!

Composes most of the songs for the band, and works alongside Stompin’ Bob when it comes to the early conception of the band’s music. Often works on music for Penguin Island’s parties, to earn extra income.

Used to work at the Pet Shop, alongside Franky. Quit after the band began to gain traction.

A bit of a “Hipster”, Petey K is very witty, and enjoys going to art shows to find inspiration for his music. Loves to go to the Coffee Shop and listen to the music of upcoming penguin artists.

Cannot see without his glasses.

A bit of a self-proclaimed funny man, Petey likes to make jokes and quips in interviews, and plays pranks on his band mates, to varying degrees of success.

Likes to thrift all of his clothes!

His favourite genres of music are Cool Jazz, Garage Rock, and R&B.

G Billy

21 Years old, the oldest member of the Penguin band

He/Him, Cis Man

Gay Man

White, American, from the south.

The G is for “George”.

Plays the drums for the band, but can also play the bongos, and the flute!

The band was his idea.

Strong believer in “good” luck and “bad”, he always wears his lucky bandana to shows and concerts.

Used to ride horses ! Has been kicked by a horse before in his past. He grew up on a farm!

A foodie and talented chef, he used to work at the pizza parlour !

Honest and loyal, but also friendly and playful.

He books the band’s gigs for them, and is the best with time management.

Hates to disappoint people, especially his fans.

Likes to dress in plaid, and leather boots.

His favourite music genre is country, which is why it’s no surprise that his original vision for the band was for them to be a country one.

DJ Cadence

18 Years Old

She/They, Non-Binary

Bisexual

African-American

A DJ, singer, rapper and composer!

The younger sister of DJ Maxx (from Penguin Chat 3).

Her family owns the Night Club, where she hosts the Dance-Offs, and got her start in sharing her music!

A total scene girl, she loves to listen to loud music, make kandi bracelets, and attend raves.

Bad at controlling the volume of her voice, often is yelling without realising it.

Brings her pet Puffle, Lolz, with her everywhere.

Dislikes when her hair grows too long, as it causes her discomfort. Loves to dye her hair !!

Eyes are naturally brown, she wears contacts.

Loves to dance, releases detailed dance tutorials for all of her songs for her fans to follow along to and learn.

Is never seen without her scarf, no matter how badly it clashes with her outfits.

Dresses like she’s about to go to a party ! Loves bright colours, clashing patterns, and statement accessories.

Her favourite music genres are rock, indie, hip-hop, eurodance, and J-Pop !

[fatherfigurefusion]

Tsugumi Hazawa Headcanons

(Happy Birthday, Tsugumi Hazawa!)

1- Physical appearance headcanons: Average body type, pale skin, has freckles all over her body.

2- Some kins she has: Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa), Hitohito Tadano (Komi-san), Emmett (The LEGO Movie)

3- I'm honestly a firm believer in genderfluid Tsugu. One moment, she would be a wholesome hyperfemme cottagecore gf, and the next moment he is a leather-wearing bad boy (who is still a wholesome coffee bean).

4- She probably has some sort of disability that results in frequent dizzy spells and fainting (I'm thinking POTS, but I'm open to other suggestions), especially during the first Afterglow event. Tsugu tries to claim that she is fine and can work properly (even on notoriously BAD days), but the rest of Afterglow are ALL ABOUT self-care and are having NONE of that. Would probably use either crutches or a cane on particularly bad days, and has a love for compression socks.

5- Because of her bond with Hina, I'd imagine that she would also gain an interest in cryptids. I'd imagine that she would particularly like Jackalopes or the Mothman, since they're fluffy bois.

6- Relating to her new love of cryptids, I'd imagine that urban fantasy books (especially ones with a cryptic love interest) would end up finding their way into the book exchanges between her and Sayo. Upon seeing these books appear in her stash, Sayo could only mutter Hina's name under her breath.

7- Because of her dislike of black coffee, I'd imagine that she would have a noticeable distaste for anything bitter. Imagine the sensual nightmare she suffered when Eve offered her some authentic Finnish salmiakki.

8- I'd imagine that Tsugu would be a virtual jack-of-all-trades when it comes to playing other instruments, apart from the keyboard (for extra Tsugurific points). In addition to the keyboard, She has experience with the guitar, bass, and drums, as well as some other non-rock-related instruments (such as the flute and clarinet).

9- Tsugu watched shonen anime with the Udagawa siblings, ever since they were all little (and they still watch such anime now, even after Tsugu's tastes have shifted towards shoujo). Something about an ordinary underdog rising to the top with nothing but hard work and spirit just speaks to her, even before starting the band. Works like My Hero Academia and other such underdog stories would be right up Tsugu's alley.

10- One time, while at the park, Tsugu was quick to attract a bunch of squirrels and chipmunks to her (thanks to her Tupperware box full of mixed nuts that she was planning on snacking on). The rest of Afterglow got pictures of the frankly-adorable incident, and Moca still likes to claim that Tsugu was simply "one of them" and the squirrels/chipmunks were simply "reclaiming their queen". It's how Tsugu became squirrel-coded by the rest of Afterglow (and even people outside of Afterglow).

[technovirtual]

Reggae and Reggae Music Therapy

Music therapy employs music as a powerful tool to promote relaxation, reduce stress, and boost mood. Music therapy has utilized reggae music and Rebelution to promote health and build community. On T-shirts and coffee mugs along with cutesy household decor that is sold in mass-market stores on home decor, the word "good positive vibes" appears. It's a mantra for a society that is obsessed with positive thinking as a way of life. Rebelution

Rebelution is a Californian reggae group that is hard to define, has achieved success by combining pop-infused music with breezy alt rock and hip-hop with an edgy groove. Since the release of their debut album Courage to Grow in 2007 their fan base has grown exponentially. Bright Side of Life, their 2009 album, was atop the Reggae Album Chart. This resulted in performances at major European festivals such as Bonnaroo and Lollapalooza. In the Moment In the Moment, their seventh full-length album, which was released in 2021, as a collaborative effort between Easy Star Records and NYC The album showed a growth in their style of music. Collaboration with producer Amp Live (formerly of Zion I) produced a music that is soulful, uplifting, and reminiscent of the golden era of reggae music from the latter part of the 70's. "Old School Feeling" The danceable and energetic track that is a tribute to the legendary reggae sound of. The single was featured on numerous playlists across DSPs and has racked up more than 1.5 million streams in the first few weeks following the album's release. Tropidelic, a rising star from Cleveland, OH is also included on the album. The lyrics of the song remind you to stay true to yourself, and be yourself in your own adventure. Space Kamp After three years of touring and gaining a cult following of devoted "Kampers," the genre-bending duo Space Kamp have fine-tuned their musical style and released their sophomore album Electric Lemonade. The 10-track album takes listeners on an audio journey, mixing Psychedelic soundsscapes with Hip Hop and Reggae, and firmly pursuing the purpose of breaking rules and spreading love. Juno Award winner Rob the Viking from Swollen members/XL The Band produced and engineered the album. The Pennsylvania band releases the music video for their hit single "Girl Like You." The song is an appealing story, mellow vocals, and melodious tunes featuring live instruments that are scented in alternative reggae scents. The song's likable melody reminds us to look to the bright side and keep fighting through. Space Kamp have performed all across America and helped produce One Earth Reggae Fest, Bethlehem, PA. They have also a loyal cult fan base of "Rebel Hippies" who follow them on their tour from one city to another. Space Kamp's positive vibes, conscious lyricism, and livestreaming will be bringing to outdoor venues, remote social gatherings, as well as to this upcoming Juicebox Session as well as other livestreaming. The duo will perform on July 5 at Levitt SteelStacks. It's a show sponsored by Lehigh Valley Health Network. California Roots Music & Arts Festival Despite being delayed twice due to COVID, the festival will be back in 2019 with a larger line-up than ever before. The festival also partnered up with non-profits to raise funds for causes that are aligned with its brand. No matter if you're new to reggae or a veteran, this festival is a great place to experience the best in reggae music. After an extended weekend of entertainment, it was time for Rebelution to perform on the Bowl Stage. The crowd was in awe when they sang and swayed to the beat. The crowd was amazed by their dubstep twist. In their performance, Tash Sultana's soulful voice radiated through The Bowl. A one-man band, she entertained the crowd with guitars, keyboards and instruments such as trumpet, mandolin and flute. Her insane talent and cool attitude kept people talking about her performance all weekend long! The Boomroots Collective, a reggae group from Santa Fe in New Mexico is an award-winning band. They seamlessly blend the laid-back grooves of reggae, with the power of rock and the hip hop's ability to lyrically express themselves. Their music is a way to speak about social issues, personal experiences and an appreciation for the power of resilience and a sense of unity. They are not afraid to challenge the boundaries of music and their genre-blending style has earned them many awards including [Santa Fe Reporter Best Local BandThe Santa Fe Reporter Best Local Band. All credtis to YouTube

[thefage]

More and more as I tidy my room I am coming to realize that I just have Things. They are all so very incredibly random things, and I know why I have them in the first place, but also I never use them. These things include:

A broken, hand-made recreation of what I'm pretty sure is a gudok(a slavic bowed instrument) with no bow and a double-headed bird immaculately carved on the back

A children's flute that has never worked

An arduino I can no longer use because none of the devices I currently own and that work are compatible with the software

Completely unused glitter iron-on sheets

A coffee grinder(I have to drink decaf, which always comes pre-ground where I live, and I do not have a working coffee machine)

2 electric keyboard(one of which requires batteries I don't have)

A whole ass cello

A broken guitar that would cost more to fix than it's worth

2 packs of print-it-yourself business cards

A pack of stickers for presumably motorbike brands I have never heard of

A resin printer I can't use because I don't have a well-ventilated space

So Much More

I would also like to note that I did not pay for most of these things, or if I did it was so long ago and so many moves ago that it is a miracle they never disappeared at any point like so many other things

[live-love-laugh-lesbian]

hi hi hii sorry ive been a bit busy but i love talking to you <33

ooh gift giving day is coming closerrr i lowkey hope you like yours ajsjfjdjc

fun fact: i listened to story of us for the first time today?!??? i know im crazy ajdjejsjd such a fan i am

alsoo while we are on the topic of my little pony ajdjrjs whats your favourite character?

herbal tea is soo good and chamomile tea after a hard dayy soo reall unfortunately i cant function properly without coffee so i prefer coffee ajdjfjsjf but tea is definitely more calming and probably more healthy for me lmao

see, i would pick master any instrument bc im not a sporty person andjdjs im more into music been learning it since i was 6 and i own an acoustic guitar which i would love to be able to play barre chords on but tbf the main instrument id like to master is ELECTRIC GUITARSSSS omg im obsessed w electric guitars theyre absolutely loml any character that plays them will forever be my favourite character electric guitars are SO HOT sorry im very passionate abt them i would love to be able to play some sick riffs on an electric guitar (also they just overall look so cool omg akdkejsjd) ive always wanted to learn electric guitar since i was a kid or like a bass 😍😍

anywayss amdjeksjd what would you pick? and my question for you: if you could pursue 3 careers what would they be? (if you dont mind sharing) alsoo cats or dogs? and sky blue or baby pink?

-swiftie spring exchange anon

Hello again! Is ok, no need to apologise! I'm enjoying talking to you as well! (Also low key shocked you only just heard that song the other day?? I swear it was everywhere at one point XD)

I'm sure I will like mine!! I am stressing over if my person will like theirs tho XD

My favourite MLP character is Rainbow Dash, but I'm a fan of Applejack too. I like the dynamics Applejack has with everyone, whilst with Rainbow Dash I think she's just super cool. How can I not love a rainbow pegasus??

Pfft sometimes coffee confuses me because everyone I know who drinks it seems to drink it for the caffeine...do people actually like coffee itself, or is it the caffeine? I'm mostly joking but also very confused XD And ooh...honestly electric guitars are very cool. I don't know why but they're just always associated with cool for whatever reason?? Electric instruments fascinate me however. Like what we make electric vs what we don't...imagine an electric violin. Or a flute. A recorder XD Idk but basically I can see why you'd pick that!! It's really cool you can do the guitar! I am terrible with music (I tried to learn the violin as a kid...I broke part of it on the very first day, panicked, and tried to fix it with superglue. It...sorta worked, enough so that I managed to just keep quiet about it until I turned 18 and was well away from consequences regarding breaking it lol.)

I think personally I'd like to go sports, but opportunities are low where I am, so it feels a bit wasted :( So maybe music? Ideally sports, especially anything that lets me go super fast. ALSO I want to be able to swim. And currently I uh cannot. And keep failing at trying to learn. Oh well.

Okay so 3 careers...I feel like I'm gonna be a bit vague here. First is my ideal career of "something that helps children with special educational needs". Whether that's like, support in schools, or making sure schools provide the right support, idk. Second...probably something medical? When I was younger I had wanted to study medicine at uni. I did not in the end but yeah! Helping out in the medical industry would be fun. And third...an animator! I've not got the patience for it tho XD What about you??

And cats!! I have two, one of which is sleeping beside the computer and the other is currently climbing over the keyboard and trying to sit on my arms. She is very helpful (sarcasm) but I love her so she gets away with everything XD You? And unsure on the pink vs blue...probably blue? In general I prefer warm colours to cool colours, but if I look around I have more blue things than pink things so maybe blue is the exception?

And last but not least, my question to you: of the four elements, air, water, fire and earth, which would you most like to be able to control?

[chapuyes]

I think reading sheet music is good for my brain. I’m picking up piano after not reading sheet music for a good year & it’s tougher than I remember but I’m slowly getting it

[capturethechaos]

Love Sick

In collaboration with @obetrolncocktails

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Warnings - Swearing, Feelings, Mildly gross descriptions of being sick (ie. snot)

— Manchester, UK 🔆 June 29th —

“Good morning.” You said, raising your cup of coffee as the twins walked out of their room. Both looked up at you, their eyes sunken and barely open, their hangovers evident. 

“How.” Josh asked, his voice a murmur as he took in your put together appearance. His bewildered look put a smile on your face, and you simply shrugged, “Magic.” 

Jake groaned as he threw himself onto the couch, much to the dismay of Josh, who was also walking towards the couch. You pushed out a seat at the table and patted the chair for him to sit in, offering a smile, “I ordered room service when I heard you two wake up, should be here soon.”

You slid your coffee across the table for Josh, who looked between you and the cup before reaching for it and taking a sip, “You’re my favorite person, did you know that?”

“I had an inkling.” You said, looking back at your laptop, listening as Josh happily hummed as he sipped your coffee.

The lack of a hangover was quite impressive on your part, especially to the boys, all of whom watched as you knocked back five… maybe six… shots and nursed a cocktail over the course of the night. You sat behind the screen of your computer screen, feeling the steady thumping that you had been actively trying to ignore, begin to grow. A tickle in your nose caused you to sneeze, and the pounding to get worse, drawing a groan from deep within you.

“Aha, a break in the façade!” Jake exclaimed, sitting up from his position on the couch and immediately groaning at the movement, “she’s just as hungover as we are!” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but decided against it when you felt the ache in your jaw. Looking up from your keyboard, you found that Josh was giving you a sympathetic look. He slowly pushed out his chair, shuffling into his room for a moment before coming back with a water bottle and painkillers, handing them to you with a smile.

The three sat in silence for a few minutes before a small knock came from the hotel door. Josh stood from his chair, walking over and opening it to reveal a couple members of hotel staff with multiple carts worth of food. The commotion woke Sam and Danny, who stumbled out of their room, looking about as hungover as the rest of them.

“Thank fucking God,” Jake groaned from the couch. “Anything  in the minibar? One more drink after a hangover fixes everything. At least to forget this bitch of a migraine.”

You laughed, standing from your seat and walking over to the cart. You picked up a glass and poured a drink in a champagne flute before walking over to Jake and holding it out for him, “Mimosa?”

“Sure as long as there’s seconds in my future.” Jake rolled over towards the back of the couch, moaning and groaning as he stretched his limbs, twisting in a wild display as he finally stood up. 

“And they call me the dramatic one,” Josh said, rolling his eyes as he chose a few items from the cart, popping grapes in his mouth as he eyed his brother across the room.

“Stop arguing, you already woke me and Daniel up,” Sam said, trudging into the room, his hair tangled in knots above his head, falling in a loose bun. 

“And it’s a good thing they did, or you two would have missed out on this incredible breakfast.” You said, making yourself a plate and sitting back at the table.

—

The sound of the crowd was deafening as the boys finished up getting ready in the green room. You were doing the rounds with the techies, making sure everything was ready. Five minutes before they were due to be on, you made your way to the green room, knocking on the door loud enough for all of the boys to hear, “I hope none of you are naked, I’m coming in!”

You opened the door, finding Danny and Sam lounging on the couch, and Jake and Josh doing final touches on their hair.

“Alright, move your asses, you’re on in five.” You said, waving for them to leave the room. Each of the boys looked to you, moving out of the room towards the side of the stage. Jake and Sam got their guitars over their shoulders, complimenting the openers as they came over to say hello before the four went on stage. 

The minutes ticked down as you all waited, listening to the intro. Jake, Sam and Danny took their places on stage, and as Josh stepped forward to join them, you reached out for him, your hand gently wrapping around his wrist. He spun around, a curious look on his face as his eyes traced over your features.

“Forgetting something there Kiszka?” You asked, a small smirk on your face as you asked the question.

“Am I?” Josh asked in return, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You stepped closer to him, your eyes flickering between his eyes and lips for a second before tilting your head up, placing a chaste kiss on his velvet lips before moving away. He stood for a moment, stunned, his eyes glued to your face, taking in the deep pink blush across your cheeks, before taking your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours. 

“Thirty seconds people!” 

The bellow pulled the two of you back from your trance, your lips separating as you stared at each other. You looked down at your shoes for a second before slowly locking eyes with him again, “Can’t go on stage without your good luck kiss right?”

—

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when they ran off stage, especially after what had just happened. You were making your way to the green room when the sound of  footsteps rapidly approaching caught your attention. Before you had the chance to turn and investigate, you were swept up off of your feet and spun around, coming face to face with a very sweaty Josh.

“I hope you didn’t think you could play the game and just expect me to forget about it.” He said, backing you up until your back came in contact with the cold brick wall.

“Josh, ew you’re sweaty.”

“Princess, I don’t care. Neither should you.” Josh said, pinning you to the wall by your hips, “I just sang the fuck out that show. Came to show some appreciation.”

You always had something to say, but this time, you couldn’t seem to form words. Every time you tried, the only thing that would escape your mouth were awkward starts and stops. 

“Well would you look at that, I’ve rendered you speechless— never thought that was gonna happen.” Josh said with a small chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.” You spat, pulling him forward by the skin tight fabric of his jumpsuit. The embrace was electric, every inch of skin set ablaze by the sudden shift of emotion and attachment to one another. 

Josh fell into your lips naturally, the pace set feverishly.  Hands flew about and never settled for too long where they landed. “Josh,” You panted, searching for his eyes. “We’re in public.”

“Let them watch. I couldn’t care less if they see… second encore.” His speech was muffled as he spoke, refusing to part from the curve of your neck. Your tenacious, almost bitchy exterior was falling away completely, and while it made you feel extremely vulnerable, the excitement and possibilities it gave you outweighed the rest completely. 

“Josh.” His name slipped from between your lips in a muted whimper as he nibbled at the skin of your throat. He hummed against you as your fingers wound around his curls, pulling his lips away from your neck.

His eyes locked with yours, “What’s wron-” 

He was cut off by the sound of the rest of the boys rounding the corner to the green room, and the sound of Sam screaming, “PARTY TIME!” 

— Nashville, TN 🔆 July 2nd —

In the time between Josh pinning you to the wall backstage in Manchester, and getting settled back in your apartment for your little mini break between shows, the two of you had little to no time to talk about what happened. 

You could still feel the ghost of his touch against your skin, the way his lips felt against your own. He had managed, in the short amount of time the two of you spent making out against the wall, to leave an impressive amount of hickies along the column of your throat. 

You could also feel the wicked sinus headache and mucus burning its way down your throat. You weren’t sure how you caught a cold, but you sure as hell weren’t enjoying the feeling as you sat on your couch, cradling a cup of tea in your hands as you watched some animated show on Netflix. You were sitting there, zoned out, staring at the tv when your phone buzzed on the seat next to you.

Josh: Hey, you have plans today?

Y/n: Not unless you count sitting at home on my ass coughing out my lungs as plans…

Josh: You want some company?

Y/n: Have you ever seen a human snot rag? Super attractive…

Josh: I mean, I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, there is no way you look worse than I do right now.

Y/n: We can bask in our not so glorious ailment together… on one condition…

Josh: Oh? What is this condition?

Y/n: You bring snacks… and cough drops

Josh: What makes you think I don’t want to listen to you hack and cough all day?

Y/n: Figured it would be best for the both of us to have them.

Josh: I’ll be over soon, don’t die before I get there

Y/n: No promises.

The soft knock on your apartment door alerted you to Josh’s arrival, and it wasn’t until you had almost reached the door, that you realized that you hadn’t put on a bra, but at that point you could not have given less of a shit. You opened the door, finding Josh in a similar appearance to your own, adorned in sweatpants and his usual white cotton long sleeve. 

“Well don’t you look adorable.” Josh said as he walked into the apartment, causing you to scoff.

“I look like a sewer rat.” You glowered, leading him towards the living room. 

The two of you sat on the couch, and Josh opened his backpack, pulling out the goodies that he agreed to bring, “Cutest sewer rat I’ve ever seen.”

You giggled at his compliment, immediately feeling the tickle of what almost quickly became a coughing fit. 

“So am I not allowed to make you laugh without you dying?” Josh asked, holding out the bag of cough drops for you, which you graciously took.

“Maybe if you hadn’t gotten me sick we wouldn’t have to worry about that.” You said, your tone playful despite the accusation.

“‘Oh jeez Josh, what a kind thing to do, bringing snacks and cough drops, and keeping me company despite the fact that you too are sick!’” Josh said, impersonating your tone as his head lulled to the side, catching your gaze, “Anytime Y/n, glad I could help.”

“Thank you Josh.” You murmured, popping a cough drop into your mouth.

Josh smiled, leaning across the couch and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, “No problem darling.”

The already red irritated skin of your face flushed further, making the grin on his face widen.

“So, do you wanna watch a movie or something, we can cuddle?” Josh asked. 

“If we are going to cuddle… can we move to my room? This couch is not comfortable for more than an hour.” You asked.

“Yeah, sounds good to me, should I bring the box of tissues?” Josh asked, watching as you stood from the couch. You  turned to look at him, nodding your head. 

“Unless you want me to use your shirt as a snot rag, then yeah.” You sniffled, walking towards the bedroom. Not hearing his footsteps, you turned around. “You coming? Can’t exactly cuddle myself.”

“I mean you could try,” He said, taking steps behind you. “Just don’t think it would be as fun.”

You hummed in agreement, stepping into your bedroom with Josh close behind. You picked up the remote from your bedside table before crawling onto the bed, turning to see Josh standing awkwardly at the side of the bed, backpack hanging from his hand. 

“I don’t bite,” You quipped, motioning for him to join you, waiting until he had a knee on the bed before continuing, “usually.” 

Josh rolled his eyes, reaching for the hem of his shirt before pausing and looking at you, “Do you mind? I think I’ll combust if we get under the covers and I am wearing too many layers.”

“No, no go ahead.” You said, waving him off and turning to look at the tv.

He reached for the hem behind his neck, bunching the fabric in his first and pulling his shirt from over his head. When his eyes landed on you again, you were sitting facing him again, holding your arms out and making grabby hands at him.

“What do you want now?” He asked with a smirk.

“Your shirt.” You replied bluntly, more furiously opening and closing your hands.

“Are you cold?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” You  said, earning a chuckle from him as he handed the shirt to you. 

Josh turned away, staring at the wall for a minute until he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. “Here’s the remote. Pick a movie–could be anything. Maybe even one of the weird ones you like.”

“There is nothing weird about Kubrick, Y/n. I’m offended.” He snatched the remote from you before readjusting in bed next to you. 

“I have a feeling you’ll be A-okay.” Moving upward, you reached for his face, pulling him down to you and planting a kiss on his lips. 

Both of you had cheesy smiles on your faces as you pulled away from each other, but the romantic moment was quickly interrupted by Josh whipping his head away from you to sneeze into his elbow. 

“You have the best timing,” You said, chuckling as you pulled the sheets up to your chin. Looking over to gaze at him, you watched as he loudly snorted back the snot that threatened to drip out of his nose. “You are fucking gross.” 

He breathed out a chuckle, leaning over you so that his face hung directly over yours, “Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten me sick.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out, you just laid with your mouth open for a second before closing it again. Josh’s eyes flickered around your face, and with a childish grin on his lips, he stuck out his tongue and booped the tip of your nose with it.

“Seriously… so gross.” You said, scrunching up your face and turning it away from him.

“What, it’s not like we can get more sick.”

“Doesn’t mean I want your snot all over me. Instant red flag.” Josh huffed, attempting to act like he was upset but ended up in a coughing fit instead. “Pick a show before you die, dork.”

Once he had finished coughing, Josh plopped himself beside you before holding up the remote and scrolling for another couple minutes before landing on a movie. You could feel as he repeatedly shuffled beside you in an attempt to get comfortable, so you moved up the bed until you were in a half seated position against your headboard, “Come here.”

He looked up at you, seeing you pat your stomach. He smiled, rolling over to place his head on your hand, you had opened your legs wide enough for him to lay between them, feeling his hands snake around your waist to rest beneath you.

“Comfy?” You asked, looking down at him. He hummed into the fabric of his shirt, snuggling as closely as he could to you, causing you to giggle.

Your hand slowly trailed along his spine for a while before migrating to his head, gently running your fingers through his curls. The movie progressed slowly, just as you expected. While it was the perfect scenario to drift off into sleep, your mind kept wandering elsewhere, thinking about the boy resting on you. The moment was quickly turning from cute, to anxiety inducing. You wanted so desperately to tell Josh how you felt, but something kept nagging at you, challenging different outcomes of your admission. Y/n, you knew how I felt and said nothing. Hated me even. I’m past it. Or, Y/n, I don’t know if I have those feelings anymore…the possibilities of what he could say left you juggling the question ‘should I?’ back and forth. You sat there, pretending to watch a movie that you wouldn’t be able to remember in the slightest. 

“Josh?” You finally asked, still playing with his hair. 

“Hm? Are you going numb? Should I move?” He asked, tilting his head up to try to meet your eyes. 

“No it’s not that. It’s perfect, you’re perfect.” You watched his face scrunch slightly, a little taken aback by the final two words. 

“What’s up, Y/n? I can almost feel the heat coming from your head from how much you’re thinking right now. Tell me.”

You chuckle softly through your nose. “Sit up, let me talk to you,” you said, patting his shoulder to urge him upward. 

“What is it, Y/n? Too boring of a movie? I know you’re not a world renowned thespian like me���”

You punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Come on Josh, this is serious.” You kept an eye on him as his face fell into a more receptive and focused expression. 

“I’m here, Y/n. You can tell me anything. What’s up?” He was so patient for you, sitting cross legged in front of you, having paused the movie to listen to you. “I need to tell you something. And if you don’t that’s alright, and if you need to go, that’s okay too, and if y-“ Josh cuts you off by taking your hand in his. “Y/n. Stop. Look at me.” He pauses when you make eye contact with him. “You can tell me anything. Short of bloody murder, I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Well, the only person I would consider murdering is you, so…I think we’re good on that front.” You cleared your throat, struggling to look at Josh. His gaze was so intense that it overwhelmed you.

 “Well? You’ve got the floor. Spit it out…please?” He lowered his head, following your gaze as your eyes looked everywhere except at him. 

“Well, I just wanted to apologize for all of the bullshit over the last couple months. I wasn’t fair to you and I completely shut you out when all you were doing was being there for me. I ran away because I’ve never felt something like this,” You gestured with your hands, filling the gap between the two of you. “It felt wrong but so right at the same time. So much so, that I didn’t know what the fuck to do. So I tried so hard to push you away, to stay professional, because I didn’t know how to feel the way you made me feel.” 

“You didn’t know how to feel…?” Josh interjected, trying to understand. 

“With Derek it became a relationship built less on love, and more on familiarity. We were together for so long that I didn’t know anything outside of the ‘love’ we had for each other, and it was in no way healthy. I loved him because it’s all I had known, but with you…”

“It's  different?” Josh offered slowly. You nodded in response, grateful that he finished the sentence for you. 

“I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” you started again, this time finding the courage to look at him directly. “I’ve been fighting so hard to keep this relationship professional, Josh–but I don’t think I can do it anymore. I’m tired of pushing away and I just…” You threw your hands up in front of you in resigned frustration.

His fingers brushed your cheek as a smile crept onto his lips, “Then don’t.” His eyes rested upon your lips before bringing them upward to you again. You couldn’t help but do the same, feeling an undeniable magnetism pulling you forward. You both pause in the silence, deciding to finally let actions speak louder than words. 

His hands find their way to either of your cheeks, pulling you into him. His lips fold into yours naturally, assuming a slow, tentative rhythm. Your hands scramble for more of him, settling against his chest as you lean into him. His breath wisps around you, leaving you feeling light headed and needy. Soft moans escape from your lips as his fingertips move away from your cheeks, his kisses dragging along the curve of your jawbone and down your neck, sucking harsh, pink splotches on your skin. “Fuck,” you suddenly say. It comes out  much louder and far more urgent than you had intended.

“What, baby?” He asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Suddenly, your body began to seize as you were thrown into a sneezing fit at the worst possible moment. You barely had time to turn your face away from him before you threw your head forward in a violent sneeze, narrowly missing him with a spatter of snot and spit.

“Bless you,” He said through an enthused chuckle. 

“Ugh,” You groaned, feeling your head pounding with an incoming headache. “What a way to ruin the mood, huh?” You wiped your nose with his sleeve. “Aw, Y/n, really? On my shirt? Come on… that’s yours now, you can keep it.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on giving this back.”

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Tea, coffee, or soda?

I like soda but it depends on the type, not overly fond of tea but I drink coffee from time to time. I like mineral water though. And energy drinks 👀.

Cats or dogs?

I like both I used to be allergic to cats surprisingly. And I have three dogs.

Can you play an instrument?

Yep, flute and guitar still trying to learn the keyboard.

What's your sign?

I’m an Aquarius 😒. I was supposed to be a Pisces🙃 I have traits of both…

First song lyrics that pops into your head?

To lazy to do the typing but Seventeen has a song called hot and that popped up.

Do you have any tattoos?

No but I want one with the mascots from the schools I’ve studied at.

Favorite place you've travelled?

I’ve only really travelled to Germany so… Germany 😃

What's the last movie you watched?

Pope’s exorcist- home

Dungeons and Dragons-Theater

Do you have any hobbies?

👁👄👁they switch frequently and they usually depend on my level of patience. But writing I’m usually writing something even if it’s just an idea. I like gaming when frustrated or if I need to clear my head. Cooking I like trying different things😬. Playing guitar when I have the patience 🤷‍♀️. I’m pretty boring.

What languages do you speak?

German, chinese (only a little though), French (again only a little) and English

You can hang out with any fictional character for an hour, who is it?

Oh easy Emmett Cullen. Always wanted a friend like him he seems fun🙂

Compliment yourself

Good job brain we managed to not be absolute dicks to ourself today yet👍

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Teddy

Notes: This is my entry for @pagesoflauren Prompts:

So, this is love” from “So This is Love” by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas from Cinderella

“Um, you...you fight good.” from Mulan

“This reminded me of you.”

Warnings: 18 +Only, dark themes, Dubious consent due to alcohol consumption, drunken sex, fingering, out door sex

Summary: a corporate event turns into hazy regret

Dark(maybe more grey) CEO Steve x Reader

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Why they decided to hold a corporate event in the middle of the work week was beyond you. But you could only blame yourself for the alcohol consumption you partook in. Your head and body ached. You had taken a few aspirin before getting to work, but it didn't sooth the pains rippling through your body. Last night was a fog that you could barely piece together, but you weren't worried. You had made it home safe and your office mates had not blown up your phone with anything salacious.

You frowned at the continuous slowed traffic at your cubical when you approached. When you spotted the source you were surprised. A sweet little box with an oversized bow sat on top of your keyboard with a tiny little note. Your coworkers all past your station giggling amongst themselves as they spied it. You felt the heat of all the attention permeate your face as you rushed to stash it away.

Taking your seat before your monitor you hid the parcel. You waited patiently until you felt no one was paying you any mind. Had someone miss placed this? Curious you read the note. “This reminded me of you.” Flipping it over no name.

You untie the bow and opened it carefully.

"Did you like it?" Steve's sudden voice made you bristle.

You fumble with the box, dropping it, spilling the contents as he leaned on your cubical wall.

"Um sorry?" you looked at him confused.

"I was thinking of getting rid of this thing, but now"

he scratched at his beard as you wrinkled your brow at him. His name was called before he could clarify his point. The distraction pulled him away, but not before he shot you a sly wink.

That was strange.

With him away you reached down to pick up the fallen gift. You rose slowly lifting a new coffee mug, turning it you see a yellow cartoon teddy bear smiling at you.

Your eyes grew round as a flood of memories drowned you. Flashes of the night before filled in gaps you had brushed off until now.

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The night before

You were an expert at avoiding company events, but when the email read mandatory you groaned. The biannual event was a must for all employees foreign and domestic.

You didn't hate your company, you actually loved it. Everyone was friendly, it was a stark contrast to the cut throat companies you were used to. It was just that social events made you feel painfully awkward.

The venue was massive. Every odd person asked which office you worked in and what department you belonged to. You smiled and made short talk as you searched for a place to hide until the event was over. It was very draining, being an introvert you could only handle so much social interaction.

The corporate sponsored libations helped get you through the most part. Snatching a drink from every waiter that passed with a tray. It was an easy, trick gulp down the glass then motion to the empty cup before departing the group signaling you are going to find more. An easy out that had you buzzed, but you felt as though you were holding together well. When you found your hiding spot you breathed easier, taking the seat hidden behind a column, you played with your phone until the event whined down.

"Hey your in accounting right?"

You looked up from the phone to find John Walker. He smiled softly, slipping into the empty seat next to you. "Oh no, sorry.."

"Why are you hiding away by yourself?" He cut you off. You reached for your half empty flute and took a big gulp. Swallowing it down before tapping the glass, signaling your exit just as he began to crowd you into the corner space.

"How do you like it here?" He asked you another question stifling your exit. You could feel his breath on your face as you tried to lean away, but his arm stretched out pulling you closer.

A yelp escaped your lips when his other hand found your thigh. You don't want to cause a scene, but you want him to give you space. Your hiding space was too good. No one noticed or cared that you were trapped by a fellow colleague. "I need to-"

John pulled you down when you tried to stand and excuse yourself. "Hey" the scent of his drink finally hit your nose. "You cant leave before we cheers." His grip on you felt so firm that you worried if you upset him, his smile seemed strained and his eyes roamed you uncomfortably. John suddenly lifted the hand from your shoulder and snapped his fingers in the air, signaling a server to bring more drinks to the table. "One more drink huh? Bad luck not to cheers with everyone you know?"

You gripped your phone so hard you felt it imprint on your palm. You just wanted to go home. When the serve dropped the glasses John pushed one at you. To appease him you took it. Maybe he would leave after this. He raised his glass and you did the same. "To a fruitful quarter."

You murmured and repeated him. The glasses clinked before you both took a drink. This drink hit you harder than before, but you chugged it down anyway.

When John finished his glass he cloaked you. His eyes filled with a hunger that had you leaning further back into the back of your chair. He kept coming so close no matter how you shifted in your seat to gain distance. "Please I need to go home" you begged as he roamed up your skirt.

When his eyes bulged you were confused before you felt relief. John fell away from you, hitting the floor hard as a hulk of a man appeared standing over him. John did not appreciate it, hopping to his feet. You tried to stand yourself, but the room spun and swayed with such force you fell back on your seat. John and your savior blurred as you try to focus. You squinted as John pushed back on the stranger only to find his chin connecting with a right hook. His body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes as you watched everything in slow motion.

It was so surreal seeing John laid out. You looked up to see the founder standing above him. Steve Rogers was the man behind the knockout punch. You snorted, laughing loudly at the ridiculousness. There was no way you saw that correctly.

He turned his attention to you, mouthing words at you, but you couldn't understand them. People began to crowd around John and your table. You were becoming the center of attention and that filled you with an urge to escape.

"I want to go home." You whimpered lowly, as you found it hard to move with so many people around. You reached your limit, there were too many eyes, too many voices, you felt trapped yet again.

"Where do you live?" His voice cut through everyone else. It sounded so concerned yet sweet it set you at ease. You slurred out the destination as he helped you up from the seat.

He felt so warm, firm and safe that you couldn't help, but cuddle into his side as he guided you out.

Your eyes started to feel heavy as your body floated along. “Um, you...you fight good.” you blurted out making him chuckle. "Thank you" you slurred out the complement. Your yawn muffled his response as your eyes closed and you slipped into sleep.

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Your head lolled on the back of the leather seat as a chill nipped at your body. "It's too cold" you groaned missing the warmth that sent you to slumber.

"I miss warm" you whined tilting your head to the side, squinting at the blurry blob that resembled the sun. You reached out to find the source of warmth, but got jerked back by a restraint, you grumbled and frowned when you found a seat belt.

"Hey sleepy head." It sounded like Mr.Rogers. You had heard his voice many times over many corporate calls and monthly meetings, but that was preposterous. There was no way the high powered CEO was talking to you.

"Give me warm" you whined again, your eyes still heavy as you tried to focus on their face. You attempted once more to reach your hand out, this time your finger tips clumsily grazed over a nose before trailing up to gelled hair. "Oop. Watch it you almost blinded me there." He laughed lightly as the car swerved a bit. "Ok ok settled down I'll turn on the AC." The click and whoosh of the heater elevated the chill a bit.

"Sorry I run a little hot. Does this help?"

You hummed with delight as a warm hand reached out to glide up and down your thigh in comforting strokes. Your fingers played in the sleeked geld locks. Your thighs absorb the warmth of his hand as he kneaded your skin.

"You have arrived at your destination" the robotic voice announced.

"Yay!" Clapping your hands together ready to go to bed.

"Don't like parties huh?"

"I like home better." You yawned still very tired.

"Yeah me too" he agreed as the warm hand in your lap left. You whimpered in disappointment as a car door opened and closed. You stayed lazy sat in place too tired to move, closing your eyes welcoming sleep once again.

"Come on let's get you home." He grunted as he reached over you, waking you slightly. The smell of his cologne filled your nose as you heard the distinct click of your seat belt and feel of the strap slide away.

"Who are you?" You genuinely inquired.

He pulled you from the seat and stood you up against the car. Your body sagged, but he kept you standing. "Don't remember me, huh?" He huffed dragging you out. "Steve. Steve Rogers." He told you as he tried to keep you steady while closing the door.

"Your face is soo fluffy" you giggled as you grabbed at his beard. "No! Your not Steve! Your teddy" you dubbed shouting at him, cupping his face as you brought him closer. "You feel so good teddy."

"You think so?" Steve chuckled excepting his new nickname.

Stepping closer he pressed his weight on you and chuckled, boxing you between him and the car. "Fluffy teddy bear man" you giggled again as his cologne once again invaded your nose.

"You smell good too" you confessed as he leaned closer. His lips tilted into a devilish grin as you leaned forward to inhale along his neck. His strong hands held your hips before squeezing when you licked at him. "Tasted good too."

"Bad girl." Steve admonished leaning away from you. "Bad teddy" you frowned, pulling him closer by his blazer. "Keep me warm teddy." You pouted.

"Like that?" Steve questioned as his palms slipped down your waist then road up your thigh. You gasped when he ascended up and under your skirt. You nodded 'yes' allowing his brazened hand to slip into your panties, cupping your mound. The car rocked a bit as he leaned all his weight on you, sinking into you. His bristly beard hairs tickled your neck as you panted wildly into the cold air.

"Do you like how I make you feel?" Steve asked trailing up and over your lips. You moan a 'yes' into his mouth while you pushed into his palm urging him on.

Steve tried to pull his hand from you, but you squeezed your thighs together, not allowing him to retreat. "No teddy don't leave" you begged pouting. Steve smiled at the nickname while plunging deep in your core, curling his digits inside of you.

Your skirt road high off your ass and you felt the chill of the door on your exposed cheeks. You didn't care, you just wanted more. Lifting your leg Steve hooked it around his waist. "I love you teddy" you proclaimed drunk off his touch.

"Oh yeah" he growled in your ear, sending fire down your neck as he kissed you all over. You felt your panties pushed to the side as he pressed his sheathed need on you.

"Ummm mmm" you hummed eager for him to do more. Steve steady you with one hand while his other fumbled with the front of his pants. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your hips pushed forward. Waiting impatiently you bite your lip giving him a pleading look. "Love you so much teddy."

"So this is love?" Steve swirled his cock in your juices, teasing as he pressed hard along your eagerness. "Don't tease" you slapped at him frowning. "You want teddy to love you?" he groaned pressing his tip hard against your entrance. You nod 'yes' and hiss as his cock slowly stretched you open. You welcomed the strain while another warmth burst from your core. Your fingers tangled in his hair while Steve kissed you passionately. You panted wildly as Steve picked up speed, rutting you against the car door. "So this..." Steve stretched out each word, thrusting into you hard and deep, your slick him thoroughly. You chanted 'yes' allowing him to rut you against the car. Steve's thickness made you quiver. Despite being out in the world it felt as if you were the only two left on earth. "This is love" he sighed pushing as deep as he could go.

The warmth of him exploded all around you, melting you into him deliciously. You dissolved into him, slipping mindlessly into ecstasy.

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What's your process for having aspects/classpects affect characters' TTS designs? I know you've said that they do affect them, but iirc you've only posted how they do so for a few aspects, most recently Void.

I will say before going into details that a lot of this was built ad-hoc as I went along, so only take these as like. A rough guideline of how the process works, and that some older characters' designs might not align with what I present here in all respects.

For Time the designs generally take after timepieces or different means of telling time, but sometimes I generalize it into just machinery in general. For Skylla her rattlesnake tail is modeled after the bells of an alarm clock (with a wristwatch belt for good measure) and for Mallek it's his clockwork infection manifesting as physical keyboard keys. Hourglasses, water clocks, and sundials are all also valid as inspiration.

For Space the designs include something visually tied to space, like the heavenly bodies or just our view of them - a lot of these wind up being starskins like Kanaya and Remele, but Tagora was an intentional deviation from this using the planet Jupiter as an inspiration (where part of the gag is that all his mutant clones are Jupiter's moons). Comets, suns, moons, and planetary rings would all also be valid sources of inspiration.

For Breath it's a bit of a mixed bag but generally, they're designed in such a way that "wind can pass through them easily". This is why Tavros is so full of holes, it's largely why Polypa has those thin pipes poking through her shoulders, and why Bronya...well she's wearing that mask for a reason. I definitely consider certain musical instruments like a flute or a tuba or something to be in this category of inspiration too.

For Light it's pretty simple - the designs incorporate something that generates light. Rose is a light bulb, Zebede is a firefly with some Christmas-light-styled bulbs thrown in, Konyyl is almost entirely candle wax, etc. If you can light it up and it brightens up a room it's good enough to work with.

Life players would be mostly modeled after plants or at least living organisms, acting as a host of life and all that. See the end of this post for why the Peixes don't fit this description, but Jane and Lanque show this off better - with Jane she has the human version of seasickness giving her barnacles and Lanque is literally mostly plant at this point. I definitely want to do more plant-based designs if I get the chance, it's just a shame there's only been so many Lifebound characters to design for up to this point.

Characters tied to Void embody Void's sense of nothingness and things not being there by having facial features or body parts removed. Equius takes this to an extreme with literally only an eye for a face and no extremities; Tegiri's not just lacking a face but his body has multiple holes for his swords to be stuck through; and Folykl's deprived of anything besides their head. On your own, try seeing how much you can take off your Voidbound before they stop being recognizable and/or functional.

Heart players pretty much embrace full-on body horror - specifically guts and organs. Nepeta's status as a penaggalan, Boldir's meat-lined trenchcoat, the full-on flesh tree growing out of Fozzer's back, etc. Body horror is par for the course in TTS but Heart players can really go all-out.

Hope players have a bit of a narrow focus because their designs are partly inspired by angels, of all varieties. Eridan's scramble of a face was inspired by the four-headed Cherubim (he's mushing four faces onto one head), Kuprum's backpack is modeled after the Ophanim (being three wheels), and Elwurd is basically an angel of death complete with scythe. It's a bit limited as an inspiration source but I feel there's still a lot of wiggle room within those constraints.

Blood players can cross over into body horror like Heart sometimes but mainly their design gimmick is "fluids". Tyzias' fluid is coffee (natch), with Stelsa it's largely the bloodish slurry she's powered by, and Galekh is just a blob of ink-black sludge. Karkat doesn't fit in here and he's been on the top of my redesign to-do list for a long time because of it. Get wet and wild if you're playing with your own Bloodbound.

For Mind players the key theme is toys and games - as in "mind games". Amisia's puzzle piece skin, Azdaja's playing card motifs, Chixie's entire body basically being a speak-and-spell with Simon Says buttons, etc. It's a pretty fun motif to play around with, even when it's something as simple as Terezi's checkerboard shirt.

Doom players took a while to really find their niche since, when I started, it was literally just Sollux to work from, but as of typing this they've mostly solidified into a theme of "breaks" or "fractures". Wanshi's got shredded paper for skin and Ardata's got cracked skin like a porcelain doll, and Sollux still lines up since he's just a bundle of thorny wire with a central nervous system.

Rage likewise had similar issues finding something specific since it was just Gamzee at first, and its theme has bounced around from "fire" to "violence" and other areas I'm probably forgetting. If I'm remembering correctly I think their current theme is "insides out" - that is, something internal making itself external (analogous to repressed frustrations bubbling up to the surface). Lynera and Charun probably show what this means best, as they're mostly made up of worms and vein-ey mass, while Nihkee and Gamzee show some of the earlier versions of Rage's themes with flames bursting out from within. On your own, I'd recommend focusing on something erupting out of your Ragebound; enveloping and consuming them, even.

In order to offer a bit more variety, sometimes I'll go off this plan and instead make a design that's supposed to be the antithesis of their aspect. In other words, for a Life player I'd make them look lifeless - this is why Feferi and Meenah are completely colorless instead of having any plants or something on them. I don't have as defined a structure for doing things in opposites here, but here's some notes from ideas I've used in the past:

For opposing Light, using symbols of bad luck or general misfortune.

For opposing Mind, something mindless or without choice (like a puppet).

For opposing Heart, something "heartless" or artificial a la the Tin Woodsman.

Hope this helps, and thanks for asking!