#queued cos I'm not here

[project-sekai-facts]

According to flashbacks in chapter 7 of Reeling in the Lights, Mafuyu had astraphobia as a child. In chapter 8 she confirms that she's no longer scared of thunder.

[existentialflirt]

I'm still really disappointed with the fact that it's not more explicit that Crowley forms his clothing willfully. It does exist when he's not wearing it but only as Crowley remembers it, at least as Neil has explained it. In the book the phrase used was "from the firmament", which is such a gloriously complex way of putting it. Honestly, it's everything I love about the book. There's something so interesting about the way language is used. Like there are certain phases I think about, like the bit about Crowley's shoes (basically describing them as snakeskin but also implying that maybe they're not, having it been established that he'd once taken the form of a snake and still has snakelike tendencies and features, such as not blinking very often, having serpentine eyes, and sometimes hisses 's' sounds when he's forgets himself). It fosters the reader's imagination as much as it describes. Anyway, I think it's neat and I do use it a lot in writing him and my head canons. (ex: A very silly one about Crowley and instagram and driving his followers crazy by not listing designers of his clothing. His only reply, when he bothers to interact, is a terse "bespoke". ) There is a deleted scene from s1 of Crowley going about his day that apparently features a neat bit of stronger implication that shows Crowley going from one room to the next, changing from having bed head and wearing pajamas to being fully dressed and perfectly coiffed in the next moment. I really appreciate that. Like I really don't need any complex sfx about it, just a cheeky edit, y'know?

[james-is-here]

𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝/ 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯

𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯

𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘏𝘢𝘯

𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹

𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯

𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯

𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘛𝘣𝘥

You honestly loved your job at Buzzfeed, who would've thought you would get to a point where you get to hang out with famous artists and actors for a day? Intern you would never believe it!

You've only made videos with one other person, like Tom Holland and Dove Cameron, but the moment you you were told you were doing more than one person, you were beyond nervous. The next celebrity, or celebrities, you were to hang out with was kept a secret from you, all you were told was to be packed and ready to fly somewhere with some of your crew, apparently everything had already been planned, that's never happened before, you tended to plan as the day went on.

On the plane, your camera operator and best friend gave you the list of activities. The names were covered and some activities as well, all you knew was that you were painting, baking, and going to a gym. "Wait, a gym? I have to work out?" You asked her and she laughed at your expression. You do work out but it's practically rare.

You also had no idea what flight you got on, you just followed the people you knew and your best friend, Sara, took your ticket before you could read it while Eric, your co-editor, covered your eyes and ears.

The moment the pilot welcomed everyone to Seoul, your jaw drops and you turn to Sara. "You're kidding, wait, who are we here to see? Who am I hanging out with?" You kept spewing questions but they wouldn't answer. Not just yet.

Next you find yourself blindfolded again before being walked into a building. You stood off to the side as you heard your team set up and then you were put in front of the camera, the blindfold taken off you and Sara fixed your hair before stepping away and you look towards the camera confused, you go to turn to look around but were told not to as Sara queued you to start.

"Hello everyone, it's Mn, and welcome to another episode of 'A day with a celeb'. I'm gonna be honest, I have no clue who today's guest is, I was told absolutely nothing but today, um..." Sara zoomed in on your face as you furrowed your brows. "We're Seoul, South Korea." You chuckle nervously. "Um, the only suspicion I have is that I'm going to be hanging out with my first K-pop idol or idols, I was told there was more than one."

"What group do you think you're hanging out with?" Sara asked you with a grin. "Girl, that smile is so creepy." You laugh and you hear a snicker behind you which made you jump (It was Felix, shh). "Wait, is there someone behind me?" "Mn, just answer the question." "Um, Ateez would be pretty cool to hang out with- Oh, wait, you gave me a list." You pull it out of your pocket and unfold it.

"The names are crossed out but there's some activities that I can read. There's eight things crossed out and I can only read cafe, painting, gym, and shop. That doesn't give me much." Sara laughs, her gaze appears to be over your shoulder. "Mn, real quick, can we film your ootd?" "U-Um sure." You readjust your footing and put the paper away. "Today I'm wearing Converse, Jeans, a cream shirt with a little blue pocket, and a Maniac Varsity Jacket from my favorite small business. They customized it to have Wolf.Chan from Stray Kids peaking out the pocket." You point to the embroidery with a smile.

"Who's peaking out of the pocket?" "Um, Chan's animal counterpart, he the leader of-" "Heard someone call my name." An arm is suddenly draped over your shoulders and you look to your left as the sudden arm around you made you jump but your immediately walking away with a scream, hiding your now rapidly warming face as you turn completely, only to be met with the other members as well.

"Are you kidding me?!" You turn to Sara who's laughing with the others. "You are so evil!" You jokingly scold her as Chan approaches you, you cover your face as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back in front of the camera, seeing as you ran off behind the camera out of shot.

"This can't be real, is this really happening?"

You have to be dreaming.

You get to spend the day...With Stray Kids?!

[themotherofhorses]

Hi author first of wanted to say I love your work !

I'm not sure if you take requests so if you don't feel free to delete this 💛

Modern spy Aemond x naive reader [ Aemond meets her when he's on a mission and becomes obsessed with her how can someone be so sweet and innocent !? He just has to have her also baby trapping and smut if you're comfortable writing it ]

follow me now, and you will not regret (leaving the life you led before we met)

pairing: modern spy!aemond targaryen x naive!reader

warnings: explicit language. stalking. very much nsfw smut. once again, aemond is an obsessive and pussywhipped little bitch with zero thoughts within his pretty knocker. manipulation. innocence kink. breeding kink/baby trapping at the end.

notes: hi, yes, this is me coursing through uncharted and absolutely fucking rough waters in some attempt to spice up my usual smut writing style

(aka me practicing for the next chapter of my modern series)

masterlist

A career life built solely around espionage (or a sort of black shadow warfare mixed with cold combat) came dirty, bloody, and uncertain.

Or, at least, that was what Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen would tell himself on the daily, in some attempt at justifying the ends to the means. Really, this entire situation could have been a lot worse, he thought- after all, the lives of countless innocent civilians could have been caught within his crosshairs. He hated when that happened; it was always so messy, and came with heavy and boring paperwork.

However, that was not the case this time, thankfully.

It was only one innocent civilian in his hands, and she was still safe and sound.

Aemond had never meant to stick around the city for so long, having other missions queued up after this one, but fuck…you were perfect. Godsent, the prettiest and most delicious slice of heaven above, and he did not consider himself a godly man, nowhere near in the slightest. The gods loathed his type, he knew, and never hesitated in casting them all down to the pits of hell.

But you…

He had met you during the mission, while stuck undercover at some random little café on the corner street. The boss sent him to stake out some old-money and big-named crime mobster that was allegedly dealing weapons and various drugs under the noses of local law enforcement, a suspect on their “Most Wanted” board. And you- well, you were tucked away in a small booth, hunched over two thick college textbooks while multiple paper assignments laid strewed across the table top, so unaware of his presence sitting tables away on the other side of the room.

Gods, you were absolutely gorgeous, he thought. So fucking pretty, with those eyelashes and charm bracelet and focused look on your face. It made him forget all about his original mission. Fuck that, he has a new one now. And there was the cutest pout on your pink and glossy lips that made his cock harden, despite not having the faintest clue on what your name could be.

(That itself was no concern of his, he could find it out later in the evening. And he eventually did.)

You were there at the café the following day, and the day after that. Always with your head in those damn school books, his pretty and dutiful schoolgirl. The sight made him chuckle, and smile, and fill with the strongest urge to ruin you completely with his mouth, and fingers, and cock. On the fifth day, he finally decided to step up to your table, interrupting your usual study schedule with a shy smile and your favorite drink in hand, as well as a chocolate chip cookie.

“I- uh, I hope you don’t mind, miss,” he said, feigning bashfulness, “but I’ve seen you around everyday for this past week and thought, maybe, you wouldn’t mind being friends? I’m new in town, actually…and- well, I don’t know a lot of people around here…” he added, watching your pretty eyes widen.

And, fuck, your lips were glossy again, and he stood there (like a complete idiot) wondering what flavor they could possibly taste like.

Cherries?

Strawberries? Blueberries?

Maybe mimosa or peppermint patties?

“Oh, well, of course! I don’t mind whatsoever,” you replied cheerfully, rousing butterflies in Aemond’s stomach. “I’d be happy to be your friend,” and you patted at the spot next to yours, slugging away your tote bag and books so that he could sit down, and you could introduce yourself.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Aemond became your friend, first. The easiest way to manipulate your unsuspecting victims? Through trust and friendships, per the teachings of his old childhood mentors back at the academy. Throughout the next month, he bought you hot chocolate and matcha tea lattes, joined you in quick lunch dates, insisted on driving you to your college classes, and went with you to the little bookstores scattered across the city. It was fun…and torturous- utter torment and near physical agony- because all he wanted to do was fuck your pretty pussy until you could no longer remember your name and your cunt was to the shape of his own cock.

He would sit beside you in the café booth, listening as you drone on and on about your favorite, most passionate subjects, all while trying to desperately hide the boner in his jeans and rid his mind of such dirty thoughts and fantasies. There was no use, though. Aemond was fucked, too addicted and obsessed.

He wanted you, now and forever.

But that was not the worst part. The worst part was that you had not the smallest clue of what you were doing to him. You were just his sweet companion, his dear friend, too innocent and naïve to both the world and the waking beast deep within him.

He often followed you back home, to that tiny apartment near the college. Aemond swore it was because he wanted to make sure you were safe and protected from any of his enemies, anyone daring to steal you away from him, but he knew it was more due to the chances of seeing you undress and shower and decide which nightie you would wear to bed. And, sometimes, he got treated to his sweet girl trying to touch herself. It was so cute, so endearing, to watch you slip a hand between your thighs only to pause because you had no idea of what to do, and how to fuck your own fingers inside your cunt until you came.

 Poor, sweet girl of mine, Aemond shook his head, tutting. Alone and in need.

How could someone so pretty, such a fucking cock-tease, be so innocent and untouched, so stupid and unknowing to everything sexual?

It did not make any sense to him.

Maybe you were made for him, and only him, and this was the gods’ gentle way of telling him to change his ways before it was too late. Leave behind this career of his, wash away all the red staining his ledger and hang up his callsign, all so he can start a family with you. The family he needs, the one he deserves.

Yes, he thought, that makes more sense. You need him the same way he needs you.

And, really, who was he to ignore the gods above? Aemond himself was no godly man, it was not in the nature of a spy like him- but for you, perhaps the fates might allow it.

Two months later, after a dinner date, Aemond has you pressed against your apartment’s door, his mouth frantically devouring yours in a fervent and wet kiss. It has been so long, so torturous, weeks after weeks of constant late-night jerking off to your pretty pictures and those blue-laced panties he managed to slip from your bedroom that one afternoon and pretending that all he wants to be is your friend.

You are so beautiful, so stunning, especially within this very moment, chest heaving out heavy breaths while you peer up at him as if he is a god.

He grabs at your face, a rough grip on your chin. “Tell me you want it tonight,” he demands, his lips near your ear. You shiver and clutch at his arms, so close to melting into nothing but putty in his hands. “Want what, Aemond?” you ask innocently, batting your dark eyelashes up at him. Fucking cock-tease. He chuckles while trailing light kisses along your jawline and down your neckline, mouthing at your nape and clavicle. You mewl at the feeling. “Please- please, don’t stop…”

“Do my kisses feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh out, tangling your fingers within his silver hair, “it feels amazing.”

He smirks. “It will feel a whole lot better in a little while, I promise you, sweet girl. But I need to ask…do you trust me?” You nod frantically, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Of course, Aemond. You are my dearest friend! I trust no one more than you.” Aemond just laughs at your words, yearning so badly to tell you that- by the end of the night- your cute ass will no longer be ‘just his friend’ but something much more, definitely.

But where is the fun in that?

“Good, good. Just relax and enjoy everything, okay?”

Aemond then pushes you back against the door, quickly slipping off the pretty floral top you wore and groaning at how your lacy bra cupped your breasts perfectly. Where have you been all my life? He thinks while snaking his hands around your back to unhook your brace and toss it somewhere over his shoulder, too busy salivating over your free and ample breasts and perky nipples.

“Fuck, look at you…so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles, kneading at your breasts. You stiffen, flushing under his heavy gaze before moving to cover yourself up, feeling a little self-conscious. Aemond shakes his head, gently tugging your hands back to your side. “No, don’t you dare cover yourself up, baby. Not in front of me.” His fingers pinch your nipple, cause your back to arch. “I’ll never understand why no one has ever devoured this pretty body. Gods, look at these tits. You’re so beautiful, baby, a fucking wet dream come true. Mmm, yeah, bet they’ll taste delicious,” and he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

You’re delicious here, and Aemond knows you will be even more down there. His poor cock, still tucked inside his pants, feels like it is weeping, too impatient and irritated and ready to ruin you. His hand slides down your belly to rest on your hipbones and thighs, fingers ghosting around your panties.

“Ohhh…” you gasp out, biting at your bottom lips when his hand slips in.

“Fuuckk,” he drawls out against your breast, thrusting a finger into your wet cunt. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet down here. Absolutely soaking, poor baby.” Aemond strokes your slit a few times before rubbing your clit with his thumb, hearing the way you whine and shake at his actions. “I can’t wait to be inside you, fucking you till all you can think about is me.” He continues his thrusting, watching how your pretty face scrunches in sheer pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, baby?” he asks, humming. “Do you want me down there tongue-fucking you? Hmm? Oh, wait, my sincere apologies, pretty girl, you probably don’t even know what that means.”

You moan, loud and high-pitched, teeth still chewing on your bottom lip. At your silence, he spanks your ass, causing you to lurch up with a massive gasp. “Use your fucking words, sweetheart. I don’t care for silence, especially from you.”

The more you remain quiet, he thinks, the more spanks you’ll receive.

Eventually, you fling your head back, bumping it against the door. “Okay, yes! Please! Please, Aemond…!”

Grinning, Aemond stands up and draws his lips back to your ear, saying slowly, “Spread those legs then, baby girl, right now.” When you do so, he sinks down to his knees, both hands gently clutching your thighs, “Yeah, that is a good girl. My pretty, good girl of mine.” He moves his face to the front of your pussy, “Can you feel my breath against this pretty clit? Are you waiting for me to devour this pussy? Tongue-fuck you until you’re a stupid little mess? Tell me, baby.”

He then blows against your wetness, ignoring how you jolt hard at the feel. And I’m not taking no for an answer,” he adds before slinging a leg over his shoulder.

“Oh gods, yes, please,” you whine, jerking your hips up against his face. Aemond slaps your asscheeks hard- once, twice, three, four times. “Beg, my pretty baby. C’mon, I know you can do it. Beg for my tongue, beg like you mean it, you stupid and horny little slut.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words and you whimper. “Don’t be mean to me…” you whisper, trying to blink away tears.

Aemond raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you thought that, because this is your first time, I would be nice? My sweet summer girl, you teased me enough these past several months, and I’m done playing nice. Now, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to claim this pussy as mine.”

Your wanton cries are everything he needs in this life, he soon realizes. If he can spend the rest of his days with his face buried deep between your thighs, he swears he’ll die a happy and satisfied man. The way his name glides off your tongue is incredibly, completely wonderful, and his mind fills with various fantasies and all the positions he will soon have you in, helpless and dripping like a whore in heat.

His pretty whore, forever and always.

“Fuck, baby, who am I to deny you such?” Aemond buries his face between your trembling thighs, inhaling your mouth-watering scent one final time before slipping his tongue inside your wet folds. “You taste so fucking good, baby- shit, you’re leaking all over my face,” he moans amid long licks, fucking you both with his tongue and fingers.

“Oh, gods! Oh- oh- oh…!” You shriek, both legs buckling as your hands clench into tight fists. All of your little moans and whimpers, those pathetic pleas and begs, they all send more blood rushing to his cock. You don’t recognize the early grave you’re digging at, too overtaken by the pleasure.

“So fucking tight against my fingers. How the hell will you take my cock, baby? Fuck, I’m going to destroy you.”

You moan again, in such a loud and lustful cry that causes his resolve to only weaken faster.

“Oh! Oh, Aemond, this feels so good! Please- please, don’t ever stop,” you wail, fat tears gushing down your cheeks. This pleasure, it is a feeling like nothing before, not even coming close to those few times you made some sad and futile attempt to touch yourself, too confused on how to deal with those strange tummy butterflies that seemingly hatched from their cocoons the day you meant Aemond.

How thankful you are that you met him.

Your body squirms every couple seconds, only to wince when he spanks your ass hard again.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aemond hisses without venom. He is too much in love with you for poison. “Do you wish for your neighbors to know that I’m fucking you right now? What would they think? The pretty and sweet girl that lives here, too innocent and naïve for this damn world, letting a man eat her out like a whore.”

You shake your head again, eyes puffy and red from all the tears. “N-no, Aemond…” you stutter out.

Aemond pauses his fingers, now curious to see how far he could go with this new type of torture. But it is not long, though, before you buckle against his hand, your bruised and swollen chest pushing up with stiffened nipples. And your body, it soon tightens as your flustered face screws up in that telltale sign that you are only seconds away from cumming. The scene is beautiful, very much so, and he feels pride that it is all from his own doing.

Yet he drags himself back up on his feet, removing his fingers from your cunt before you could cum. Perhaps it is a bit too cruel on his part, but Aemond could care less; he wants you to cum on his cock for your first time.

There will be many more times of this, he wants to reassure you. He doesn’t, though.

You’ll find out on your own time.

You gaze at him through bleak and narrowed eyes as he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down to his ankles. “You poor, poor little thing,” he tuts, running a gentle hand through your damp hair, “-are you tired? You look tired, but from what? You didn’t even cum once!” He pats your cheek, “Don’t worry, my sweet girl, you’re about to. Can’t tell you how many times, but it’ll be a lot.”

And Aemond does not wait for your response, instead snatching your hand and pressing it against his boxers. “Can you feel that, baby? That is my cock. Can you feel how hard it is? You did this, you made me so fucking hard that it hurts.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “Now, that is not very nice, is it? No, no, no it is not. I thought you were a sweetheart…” He shoves your hand back, ignoring the small tears that gather in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, wiping them away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Aemond! Please don’t be mad at me…please, how can I help you? I’ll do anything,” you pout as you watch him slip down his boxers. Your teary eyes grow as wide as dinner plates, and your breath hitches. It is so sexy to him, eating away at the little self-control he is trying to maintain.  

You’re a virgin, he reminds himself. Soft and easy, my baby deserves that.

“Shhh, baby,” Aemond rasps out, cupping your face within his hand. He kisses your nose, cheeks, and forehead before finding your lips. “I’m not mad, really, my sweet girl. I know you meant no harm, you’re too sweet and good for that,” and he holds your face against him while readying to fuck you with his cock. He can feel your short pants, the little breaths you take, and how you shudder whenever his clammy skin meets yours.

“Relax your body, baby girl, don’t tense up. It will hurt less…good girl, that’s my good girl.”

Nice and slow, he chants as he slowly sinks into your cunt, groaning at the tightness, slow and nice. You whimper, eyes rolling back as begins his thrusts, slow and easy. I’m a gentleman.

Mother made me promise to be a gentleman.

I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman.

But the look you are giving him, with your lips pink and puffy from the shit ton of kisses and bites, and the way your pussy clenches around his cock…it is causing him to forget all about how his mother indeed made him promise to be nothing short but a gentleman.

You’re too pretty for him not to devour, and…well, were you not made for him? The gods created you with the purpose of him eventually finding and caring for you, the way it should’ve always been- the way it will be for now on. His one good eye (the one those stupid bastards left alone back at the academy) watches as you shake and quiver and mewl out the sweetest and yummiest little moans.

The way you are right now, you’re just begging to be made into a new mother, and his mind goes insane at the sudden image of you heavy with his children, huffy and sore and always exhausted. It is delicious to think about. Aemond- truthfully- never really thought about kids, constantly busy with the espionage lifestyle and the back-to-back missions, but you…oh, he knows that, after tonight, you’ll have no choice but to remain by his side as the baby grows, needing him to protect and provide and shower you with love and affection.

He’ll be the best husband and father, and you his good girl- his precious slice of normality.

The way it should be, the way it will be.

It is half a year later that Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen finally connects back with his boss through a phone call.

Before that, he dropped off the grid, returning no calls and messages and signals, leaving everyone behind at the headquarters confused, concerned, and scratching their heads as to why their finest agent suddenly vanished without a trace.

He was not dead- they knew that. He was just…gone.

“What happened, agent?” The director asks, fiddling with his pen while another agent of his attempts to get some kind of reading on him. No luck; Aemond made himself untraceable. “Are you hurt, Aemond? Did someone threaten you? You left after I assigned you that mobster and- well, we assumed the worst, son.”  

Aemond chuckles, shaking his head. “No, boss, do not worry about me," he says, "I’m good. Very good, in fact, the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, one might say.”

He leans against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest as he watches you flip through a baby store catalog and marvel at all the products they have for sale- the finest baby strollers, a variety of cribs, bassinets, and swing sets, and the cutest little animal plushies and clothing.

“Frankly, boss, I just grew tired of the spy life.”

“Is that so? And pray tell what you are now, Aemond One Eye.”

He smiles, eyeing your baby bump and how you are utterly glowing. “I’m a family man.”

[undoing-anobrains]

bartender *

minors dni

wordcount: 2.4K

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

You felt very much out of place backstage surrounded by talented musicians, some of which you'd idolised for years, even if it was just from behind the bar. You wouldn't have been in the position if it weren't for your best friend who had convinced you to sign up to work for this company with her for a laugh, thinking you'd only be pulling pints for the crowd who were too pissed to comment on the size of the heads on said pints and turning away rowdy teenage lads hoping to use their fakes. Until you both arrived earlier that day and discovered that she had been assigned to that area but you were being sent alongside a few others to man the bar backstage which only the performers had access to.

It was quieter than you expected but you supposed that made sense given the constantly busy stages. A crowd of people would come in and order drinks after their performance and eventually filter out after a few minutes leaving the place dead again. Trying to make yourself  look busy you polished the same spot on the counter with a cloth and chatted idly to the three others who'd gotten roped into serving backstage.

Glancing up at the clock you realised that the headliners of the night would be finishing up momentarily and once they had been taken care of and left, you guys could close up the bar and go home for the night. And sure enough there was an influx of people into the previously empty space. Unlike the prior customers they were a large group seemingly including the band's entire team.

You hadn't looked into the line-up for the festival since it was so last minute when your best friend signed you both up to work at it so you were trying to peer into the crowd of faces in an attempt at subtly recognising one of them and determining who they were. Unfortunately though you were struggling to place any of them and instead busied yourself with pouring beers from the taps and measuring out glasses of wine and other spirits as requested.

There were a few cocktails here and there too which you were internally screaming at because the most experience you had with cocktails was drinking them so you were fairly clueless as to what the actual ingredients were for most of them. You'd never bartended before this as well so it was a recipe for disaster. Luckily your co-workers seemed to know what they were doing, or at least they did more than you, so you let them handle the more complex drinks.

Once the bar was calming down and everyone who had already been served their drinks moved out of the way to go sit at the tables dotted around the space you realised who had been playing. Mainly because the very identifiable frontman had wandered up to the counter and taken a seat on one of the stools directly opposite you.

Trying your best to remain composed you greet him warmly as he settles at the bar. Matty looked a bit exhausted but still had that magnetic charm about him. You were more of a casual listener but you knew your best friend would be going absolutely insane if she knew who you were going to be serving. He leaned against the bar and smiled, making eye contact with you "So..." he started and his voice was way more captivating than you expected "is there a reason everyone is queuing for the other bartenders that I'm missing or are they just intimidated by pretty girls?"

You're taken aback by how forward he is but at the same time this seems very in character for him based on the videos your best friend constantly sends you of their latest concert "I wish I could say it was the latter," you find yourself admitting "but this is my first time bartending and I don't really know what I'm doing so it's probably for the best."

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your honesty "you could've fooled me love. Think you can handle me?"

Oh fuck. Your brain was going haywire because of the stupid pet name. It had already been reeling from him calling you pretty just moments ago but this was so much worse. Especially with the addition of his question - could you handle him? In that moment you come to the conclusion that you'd really like to try. So you tell him just that "Of course," with a challenging "do your worst."

His eyes are firmly fixated on you now and he almost seems amused by your response. Nevertheless, he gives in to your bait "get me a bottle of malbec will you...an old fashioned and two pints."

"The whole bottle?" You echo, albeit teasingly "good thing you've already performed...wouldn't want it to make your finger work sloppy."

Now Matty appeared even more interested by you "cute," he hums thoughtfully "but I can assure you darling that even with it, my finger work is more than adequate."

It shouldn't be this easy for his words to affect you but the insinuation has you thoroughly flustered even if you started it. "Good to know," is all you can manage to say in response as you finish fixing the drinks he ordered.

Then you pull a rather impulsive move and find yourself scribbling a note on the paper in the pocket of your apron and ripping it off, folding it up as small as you can but hopefully large enough that he realises what you've done. You pass him his drinks and he makes two journeys over towards one of the tables in the back where you can now see the rest of the band sitting down.

Just then you feel a gentle touch on your hand. Startled you look up and find Matty standing there with a faint smirk on his face. His fingers wrapped gently around yours and he slips something to you out of view of the other staff behind the bar. The sheer contact was enough to send a tingling sensation down your spine. "Thanks love," he says casually before letting go of your hand and returning to his friends.

When he's out of view and nobody's looking in your direction you open the palm of your hand to find a fifty dollar bill in it and the tiny piece of paper you had previously given him returned with a barely legible 'yes' scrawled below your much neater 'meet me after?'

Although your mind is anywhere but where it should be, you help the others wipe down the bar and start to close. Polishing glasses is dull work but it gives you the best view of Matty so you do your job dutifully and try to focus so you finish faster. The band and their crew slowly start to filter out of the bar, chatter spilling from their lips as they loudly talk of an after party happening else where. Matty is the last of them to leave, slowly striding out of the room and sending you a purposeful look before he’s out of sight.

There was no way of misinterpreting that look Matty had sent you though. Dark eyes clouded over with lust, soft peach skin and a lip bite that could be described as nothing less than seductive. You couldn’t walk fast enough away from the empty bar once you’ve finished cleaning up after them.

The bathroom in question was just a left turn and three doors down from the bar and once you arrive at the door you force yourself to take a couple of deep breaths. It was beyond fathomable that just behind this door coated with chipped white paint was Matty. Matty, waiting for you.

Pulling down on the handle gently, you tug it open, ignoring the tentative shake of your knuckles and the anticipation creeping up your spine. Leaning nonchalantly against the edge of the sink, ever present smirk spread across his cheeks was Matty, He ran as hand through his slicked back hair and sent a teasing smile in your direction.

“I’m surprised you came this quickly pretty girl,” he comments letting the nickname drip smoothly from his lips “so eager already.”

A light blush travels down your neck at Matty calling you pretty again. God was it addicting, you were already craving to hear him utter those words in that sultry tone again.

“Shy?” Matty quirks an eyebrow before you even have time to respond to his original remark “didn’t seem like it when you were making jokes about my fingers and giving me the eyes baby.”

“I’m not.”

“What was that?” He sends you a teasing glance “I didn’t quite hear you there.”

You repeat yourself embarrassingly quick at his command and seeing how quickly you obey brings a wide grin to his face.

“Tell me something darling are you going to be a good slut and make this worth my while or are you going to stay over there like a shy little thing.”

Your fingers loop into the belt holes of his trousers and you undo the belt before pulling them carefully, sliding gently until they pool around his ankles. The outline of Matty’s hardening cock was enough to make you pause and stare for a moment, already practically drooling and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Then you drop to your knees before him, your hands finding a home on his surprisingly firm thighs.

You pull Matty’s boxers down his thighs, exposing his dick which was becoming increasingly hard. He was breathtaking: veiny and bigger than you expected and you have to stifle the moan that nearly escapes your mouth at the mere sight of it. But of course it was beautiful, it was his.

Lapping your tongue experimentally at the tip of Matty’s cock you lick the drop of precum glistening at the surface. This had to be heaven, sure you were on your knees in a dirty bathroom still in your work uniform but being there with him was transformative. You move on to lick from the tip all the way down to the base of his cock multiple times, slathering it in your spit and pure desire. Matty glances down at your with an expression you can’t quite read as you look up through your lashes at him and take the head of his cock into your mouth once more and hollow your cheeks.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re doing so good for me. Fucking made to suck my cock weren’t you.”

You blush at the praise and the feeling of his cock brushing against the back of your throat repeatedly. You move further down, taking more and more into your mouth. Bobbing your head you feel strong hands grip into your hair and tug it roughly.

Upon glancing up you notice how dark his eyes have gone and before you know it he’s guiding your head until your nose is pressed against the skin just above his balls and held there. You gag around it at first but eventually became accustomed to the feeling of the obstruction in your throat and swallow it further and further.

"Take it all the way in slut,” Matty commands you “swallow around it baby, go on. I know you can do that, can’t you.”

You do just that, wanting to do anything to please him and as you do you hear a deep groan come from the throat of the man above you and you can tell by the shaky breaths and gasps he was letting out the longer you kept him there that he was growing close to his release. Just as you feel him twitch, Matty yanks your hair harsher than before and thrusts into your mouth, pounding against the back of your throat rapidly to the point where you feel a stream of salty tears trickle down your cheeks because of the intensity and speed your face is getting fucked at.

Matty smirks in satisfaction at how you shake, body convulsing as your eyes shine with tears and the little water marks on your cheeks from previous tears glisten in the dim light. You truly look beautiful there he thinks, on your knees and just taking everything he has to give you.

“That’s my good little slut,” Matty mumbles, sweetness dripping from his tone despite the obvious juxtaposition between his words and voice “you look so, so pretty crying like this for me.”

“Can’t take it much longer,” you all but whine when you come up for air “I know you’re close baby, cum for me.”

A final teasing lick of the tip of his cock and a few meaningful pumps of his shaft cause Matty to cum, leaving ropes of the salty white substance in your mouth. To which you swallow with a smirk before taking Matty’s dick fully back into your mouth to lick it clean.

“Such a good girl for me,” Matty beams “you took such good care of me darling.”

You look away bashfully, unsure what else to say but “thank you.”

A calloused hand from years of playing guitar then cups your chin and tilts it upwards so you’re forced to make eye contact with Matty. “I think you deserve a little reward darling.”

It would have been embarrassing to observe how you perk up with eagerness at the idea of Matty giving you a reward if you weren’t so fucking horny. You’d been growing restless and needy while getting him off and you could only hope he’d reciprocate the favour.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You dare to ask.

Matty grins “you’ll have to wait and see love, think you can hang on until we get back to my hotel?”

The thought of waiting even longer for him to return the pleasure you were so desperately craving seemed torturous in that moment but you were also dying to leave the grimy bathroom so you nod and slowly stand up on your shaky knees. Matty looks more pleased than he should be as you slightly wobble and have to place one hand on the sink and another on his thigh to get up.

“Let’s go,” you say with an air of confidence and you can’t wait to see where the night will take you.

[starsandhughes]

You and wyatt driving around Dallas and singing in the car because you’ve had a rough day

*technically he lives in prosper (like a lot of the stars) but i'm not really putting in sights or streets but just know in my head it's prosper bc i lived near there and know the area. ALSO! he loves morgan wallen (said in the stars top artist video) so that's the vibes here sorry if you hate him*

you collapsed into Wyatt's arms on the couch in your apartment when you got home. you had the absolute worst day and all you needed was your boyfriend.

"what's wrong?" he asked you.

"i was late to work, i dropped my coffee before i even entered the daycare, a one year old threw up all over me so i had to wear my co workers extremely uncomfortable shirt for half the day, and one kid screamed for half an hour because someone had chick-fil-a and he didn't," you word vomited.

"i'm sorry, baby," Wyatt cooed. he kissed the top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair over and over. you melted into his touch, desperately wanting it to take away the stress of your day. "alright, get up, i know what you need."

"no," you whined, elongating the 'o.'

"yes," he playfully mocked you.

you got off of him and let him drag you down the stairs and out of your apartment building completely. he opened the passenger door to his truck and lifted you up by the waist to set you in the seat. he got into the driver's seat and got out his phone, carefully queuing songs.

the second "you proof" came on, you knew exactly what he was doing. Wyatt rolled the windows down and took off speeding down the street.

Wyatt grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, looking over at you and smiling as you dramatically sang along to the words. the wind in your hair was cathartic, and Wyatt screaming along with you just added to the newfound joy.

"thank you," you said as the music faded at the end of the song. "i really needed this."

"i couldn't sit there and let my girl suffer, now could i?" Wyatt winked. "you're welcome."

"i love you," you smiled. Wyatt leaned over and kissed you quick before turning his attention back to the road, "i love you, too."

[shinescape]

Our Beloved

Bang Chan x Fem Reader x Minho

Requested!

note: my first skz request being a poly was not what i expected 😌but there's a first for everything. it's been a while since i last wrote anything so i'm a bit rusty. also, I tweaked a bit but hope you like how this turned out, anon. Enjoy the read!

The only thing you anticipated everyday was to go home. It doesn’t matter if you were out for about fifteen minutes or even two hours, home is all you thought of all the time. Today was one of those days you wished you hadn’t gotten up from bed at all. You were extra miserable than any other day. You reminisce about what happened a couple of hours before as you dragged yourself back home. 

You watched from the cash register as the line in front of you decreased bit by bit. The couple was nearing the counter the same time your stomach involuntarily churned at the sight of them. Clenching your teeth one last time before flashing them a smile as they finally reached the counter. You waited for it. Nowhere near excited but you were ready to fake everything there and then. 

“Hey babe! I knew you were on shift today.” There it was. The smile you used to like annoyed the hell out of you now. You glanced at your ex best friend as she linked her arm with her boyfriend. Your face was still smiling but your eyes were rolling in your head for the tenth time that minute. You fake a chuckle before eyeing the ordering screen to avoid casual conversation with them, her especially. 

“What would you like to have?” You gave another smile, stomach twisting even worse then. You don’t exactly dislike the couple but there was something you don’t like about them. Or maybe it was her that you dislike. 

You know what she wanted to order but it was the boyfriend’s first time at the shop so he was taking his time browsing the menu and thankfully for them, no one was queuing up at the back. Unlucky for you, who had to deal with her insensitive questions. 

“Since it’s hard to meet you, I decided to come here and visit you at work.” Wow, what a saint. You only smiled back, not in the mood to entertain her at all. “So are you guys ready to order?” Another smile that never reached the eyes. You noticed that her expression changed momentarily but she too was trying to keep it together. 

She had a hint that you were not in the mood to be jolly with her like you always do. Like you used to before she got a lover. You had given too much of your attention to her before that she never tried to make the first move at all. It was tiring. So you decided to stray away from her. She noticed and still did nothing about it. 

“We’ll have two iced chocolates and a chocolate chip muffin.” You said nothing and tapped in her order all the while hearing the boyfriend mumbled that he would find them a seat. Passing her change back, you told her to wait until the bell rings. But she didn’t leave. Both of you were staring at each other, you had an unbothered face as you waited for her to do or say anything. And she did after a while.  

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you’ve changed and I feel like we’ve grown apart.” 

With that she left and you followed her figure with hot tears brimming in your eyes. Your body jolted when a hand suddenly rested on your shoulder. It was your co-worker, his eyes widened at the sight of tears trickling down your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. I’m fine…really” You wiped away the tears and fixed your composure but he tapped your shoulder again. “You can leave early today, I’ll take over. Also, I didn’t mean to hear your conversation. Sorry.” He gave you a concerned smile and made his way over to the register.

The tears were back and so were you. The door was right there but you couldn’t muster up the smile to see your loved ones. Of course you were happy to be back and see them but trying to smile was such a chore after what happened. By not smiling, you’d worry them. You groaned at the thought of them being overly worried and rested your forehead on the door.

“Screw it. Whatever happens, happens.”

Entering your shared unit, your ears picked up faint voices talking in a distance. They’re not in the living room, you thought as you padded further and found your bedroom door a jar. Slowly walking towards it, you heard familiar voices talking and laughing at a topic you couldn’t make up.

You stood right at the door frame and watched as your boyfriends talked animatedly on your bed. Minho was squishing one of your plushies and Chan kept laughing at whatever the other was explaining.

This was enough. You continued watching until they took notice of your figure and gasped out loud. Your lips curled upwards, unable to contain the warm feeling blooming inside at the beautiful sight in front of you. “Hey baby, why didn’t you say anything?” The older male walked over to you and let out another gasp as he held onto your shoulders. “Minho, get a towel. She’s drenched!”

“Why me, you’re closer to the bathroom.” 

Minho groaned but went to grab it anyway. You pouted when you saw him annoyed but Chan ushered you to the couch outside. “Don’t mind him, love. But why are you soaked, didn’t you bring an umbrella to work?” You shook and leaned back on the couch, pulling your legs to your chest and hugging them close. Minho came back, dropped the towel on your head and went away. 

Chan rolled his eyes and started drying your hair. You were exceptionally quiet and passive the whole time that he assumed something was wrong but said nothing. He doesn’t like to force things out of you and will wait until you are ready to say something yourself. But other times, he would be frank with things especially those that bothers you.

You rubbed your nose and eyes zoned to the patterns on the carpet as Chan continued to dry your hair. He told you to take off your jacket and put aside your backpack. He watched as you complied with his words quietly. Minho stepped over to both of you and heaved a sigh. 

“Take your clothes off or else you will get sick.” 

“Minho!” 

“We’ve seen everything. Now or I'll have to do it for you.” 

He demanded and at the same time held eye contact when you glared at him. Minho was also pretty observant. He knew something must have happened to you throughout the day. You grabbed the fresh clothes from him and took your time putting them on. A glass of water was in front of your face now which you hesitantly took from Minho.

Chan watched as you two interacted without exchanging words. He was amused but the glaring contest held him back from cracking a joke or trying to lighten the mood. Once you finished the whole glass, Chan took it and was about to say something when Minho beat him to it. 

“Who was it?” 

“No one, I’m just tired.” 

Pulling you into his chest, Chan patted your head lightly all the while looking at Minho, telling him to stop with his eyes. Minho obviously did not buy it. He sat on your other side and took in your features. “I just want to know. I don’t like seeing you like this.” His voice mellowed down. But you were reluctant to tell them. It was not a big issue even though it hurts like hell. 

They got alarmed when you suddenly sobbed and leaned towards Minho who was shocked at first but gathered you into his arms. Chan pursed his lips together as he frowned at Minho who smiled back in return. “It’s okay, just let it out.” Minho continued to rub your back lightly as you told them between hiccups and sniffles about your ex best friend and what she said to you before you had a meltdown. 

You felt how Minho stopped consoling you and how his body froze at certain parts of your story. Afraid that he would scold you for not standing up instead of keeping quiet, you hugged him tighter and pressed your face on his chest. “I’m not going to nag at you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You loosened your hold on him and leaned back, carefully observing his expression. 

“And I’m glad she didn’t get physical. I don’t know what I would do if she did.” Not only you but Chan was equally surprised at how calm he was. Minho realised that his words sounded quite unlike him and got flustered. You felt much better and pulled Chan over for a group hug, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks right away.

“Thank you for always being there for me. I love you both so much!” 

“Of course, love. Now let’s get you to bed.”

After making sure that you were fast asleep, your two lovers step outside the bedroom to have a talk. You could tell there were numerous thoughts passing through their minds at that moment by how quiet it was. 

“She said that the girl has no idea she’s dating hence why our beloved angel is being treated as such. Should we just confront her and make it public?” Chan facepalmed at how eager Minho sounded. He wasn’t wrong but there was a reason why you didn’t tell anyone about your two boyfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d like that. Besides, you work at a hospital. What if word spreads around?” Minho rolled his eyes and leaned closer. “Or I can use my tools to make her disappear?” Chan stared at Minho unamused as the other had a devilish smirk on his face. “Then no one can hurt our baby anymore. Problem solved, everyone is happy, the end.”

“You forgot the boyfriend.”

“I can get rid of him too.” 

“You’re a doctor, Lee Minho.”

“But my angel comes first before anything. Come on Chan, you want to get rid of them too, don't you?” The younger one nudged him. “I don’t want to get rid of them but I do want her to be happy. She doesn’t deserve all of this.” He stated. Protecting you from harm was the first thing he promised in this relationship but it seemed he wasn’t able to fulfil it like he promised. 

“You guys…” They turned around at the sound of your voice and were taken aback that you were there by the door frame. Walking over, you held both their hands and sleepily smiled at them. “We can think of something together, come and sleep with me. It’s cold and the bed is too empty.” 

Without uttering another word, they followed you. Although it was one of the worst days you had, the amount of genuine smiles they managed to bring out from you was enough to make you content. It doesn’t matter if no one knows about your relationship, it’s them being with you was what matters most. 

[deedala]

Weekly Tag Wednesday!! 👯‍♂️🍁

thanks for creating today and for tagging me to play @jrooc!!

🔤 Name: deanna🌱

🎶 Last song you listened to: Naked in Manhattan - Chappell Roan

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: I'm still on my Hozier shit 🙃

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: so so many...but here's one: NODNODNODNODNOD 😜

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: french fries is one (though i dont really feely guilty about it lol)

🌮 What food are you craving today: i would in fact really like some french fries right now

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: i'm listening to my robot lady read @juliakayyy's Running Into You right now!!

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: me? creating fic projects? 😅 i've never done any fic for shameless!! but yeah i guess it would be the massive co-op ancient arlathan au with @maizzycakes @thegorilllainthemist

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): i would very much like to become a tattoo person. i want some floral shit that represents my family or the bunny from runaway bunny or a whimsical sword or something. im just poor and bad at scheduling things. 😂

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: yeah this week it's deffo the new @goodkwuestion story that just started, im so stoked about it🤡

And now for tagging some little nuggets! play if you want or just know i am waving at you fondly from across the room like a weirdo 💖 @michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @vintagelacerosette @callivich @juliakayyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @heymrspatel @creepkinginc @energievie @mmmichyyy @thepupperino @rereadanon @sirrudo @gardenerian @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @grossmickey @lizelandre @transmickey @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @suchagallabitch @ardent-fox @gallawitchxx @7x10mickey @howlinchickhowl @auds-and-evens @sam-loves-seb @tsuga-of-mars @gallavichonly @palepinkgoat @scurvgirl @themarchg1rl @purplemagpie @gofionaonthem @imikhailo @mybrainismelted @tellmegoodbye and anyone else!! just lie and say i tagged you!!! i will always corroborate 😌

[cats-are-grey]

FFXXIV Directory - Ley Qunya

Art by @minoruru

Roleplay and Inspiration Blog for Ley Qunya, FFXIV RP character on Balmung (Crystal). Most things are queued. Occasionally NSFW.

Ley is the reclusive and somewhat aloof owner of Spell Bound, a small bookstore specializing in rare, powerful, or lost tomes, for those who know where to look for it.

Carrd Screenshots and Art Prompts and Asks My Art (Coming ... Eventually) Writing OOC Tumblr

Name: Ley Qunya

Age: Unspecified Adult

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Miqo'te (Keeper of the Moon)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demi Bi (Polyamorous)

Relationship Status: It's Complicated

Server: Balmung

Art by @the-sycophant

Appearance: Ley is a fairly unremarkable Miqo'te, aside from the fact that she is nearly all grey. Her hair is well cared for, long and silky and cut in a straight line across her back, the silvery tone nearly identical to her skin. Paler clan markings flow across her body and marks her face, along with a small teardrop shape at her forehead.

Eyes: Grey

Favored Clothing Style: Ley's clothing preferences falls somewhere between Hobo Wild Witch and Dark Academia Prodigy.

Common Accessories: She almost always carries a tome tied to her belt.

Profession:  Rare book dealer. Author.

Hobbies: Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ley reads a lot. What may be less expected is that in her spare time, she finds a decent amount of guilty pleasure in reading romance novels, preferably with an adventure spin. She also plays the cello.

Residence: Gridania, though she spends a decent amount of time traveling

Birthplace: The Black Shroud

Patron Deity: Menphina, the Lover

Spouse: No. Marriage is not a part of her culture and while relationships are not out of the realm of possibility to her, she values her independence and mostly solitary lifestyle too much to give it up.

Children: None, and no plans for that to change.

Parents: She doesn't know her father, but she grew up in a small family clan with her mother and a couple of aunts, who co-parented all the children.

Siblings: Ley has several sisters, and while they don't always see each other a lot, it's not uncommon for them to check in on each other once in a while. She also has a brother she has not seen since he became an adult and left their clan.

Other Relatives: A bunch of cousins she also grew up with.

Pets: While not exactly a pet, Ley is often accompanied by a small faerie named Nox, and a Carbuncle. She also has a silvery Chocobo named Andraste.

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: It depends. Not regularly, but she can enjoy certain kinds of drugs.

Alcohol: Rarely.

Spell Bound: Ley runs a small bookstore called Spell Bound, specializing in rare and sometimes dangerous (and sometimes illegal) books, tomes, and grimoires. Appointment required.

Forged in Ink: Ley is a fairly decent forger of books and documents if she can be convinced to take on the work

Wild Steps: Ley's tribe traveled heavily through the Black Shroud, and traded with other Keeper tribes. She may be familiar to other Keepers of the Moon.

I am generally open to RP and connections, but I work a lot so I'm not always around. Contact me here on tumblr or find me in game is the best bet.

I do have a Discord and I do RP on it. I don’t give that information out right away though. I’d like to interact in game or through tumblr a few times before I feel comfortable giving that information out.

Player is +30. I am open to most kind types of RP, but please don't expect immediate romance, Ley is a pretty reserved character.

[roosterbruiser]

!! life update and face reveal incoming !!

we're doing a bullet point system!

had my very first one night stand. honestly? less than stellar! but I did it! the guy was kind of a loser, but we all have our things. he did like literally SLAP my tits so hard that I have massive bruises there now and I feel like that was a weird move bc we'd known each other for a grand total of about 10 minutes when we started having sex? anyway, it was insane having sex with like a stranger....don't know if I'd do it again, but you live and you learn!

overwhelmed with tinder honestly....I have over 1400 likes and I just......don't have it in me to do anything about them. but turns out I'm very good at flirting! and I'm also funny! was thinking about posting some screenshots of funny exchanges and labeling which ones are which member of the Dagger Squad! heh!

randomly matched with my ex (the one I was with from 14-17) on tinder and then we started talking and then we just........didn't stop? and like every single night since we started talking again, we've stayed up until 4am talking. what has shocked me the most is that we're getting along better now than we ever have before? and not to mention, he has like actually really apologized about things. not even just a blanket apology either--like a thorough one where he detailed things he did and told me that he was sorry.

he manages a movie theater so the first time we hung out, he took me to the empty theater (like we were the only two in the building) at like 10PM and we watched the new Evil Dead: Rise. and then the next night we parked at the lake from like 10PM-5AM and just....talked. for hours. about everything and nothing. it was insane! and then the next day, he picked me up for coffee and I met his puppy. we've been texting nonstop since. also he's literally taking me to the theater AGAIN to watch Top Gun: Maverick all by ourselves 😭

so in conclusion....I wanna fuck him. and maybe I'm catching feelings. BUT my sister and I are both very co-dependent people with have attachment issues (but at least we're self-aware) so I've decided to adopt her three month rule. so like, I have to talk to my ex for three months before I decide if I'm going to be in a relationship with him. not that it's going to happen or not but...you know!

the only thing is that I WISH I had more time to sit tf down and write! but I have a really busy weekend! I am so excited that I have so many asks to go through! and on that subject, if you sent me a birthday ask---I just fucking adore you! and KNOW that I saw it and KNOW that it made me giggle and kick my feet! however, I don't want to bombard all my followers with answering like 30 birthday wishes a few days late! BUT I LOVE THAT ALL OF YOU SENT THEM AND I WANNA KISS EVERYONE!

so today, I will be writing a bunch of requests and queuing them! I'm trying to get at least TWO posted today! looks like the next week or two will be dedicated to blurbs! but I can't wait to get back into my regularly scheduled posting! hoping to get that schedule out too!!

I'm really happy right now :)

okay here's my face reveal

be nice to me I'm fragile

[f4y3w00d5]

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By now Ive probably left for the weekend (if i havent then thats not good, we leave 2 hours before reset-), which means I wont be posting or roleplaying until Monday afternoon (probably after 2pm) AEST

If anyone wants to contact me, I'll still be able to access Teams, just not often, because I'll be pretty busy.

Heres an invite link to message me

bit nervous about going away cos a LOT of you arent entirely mentally stable, and im not either

but also if you make a teams acc you can use your online name + hide your email

so thats good

i wont be able to talk to anyone otherwise

also people better not die while im gone.

Also pleaseeeeeeee no major character stuff

i dont wanna miss out on cool stuff!!! feel free to send me asks tho, could be starting rps for when im back, random things, questions, whatever.

Bye guys! Love you all and I'll miss you all while I'm away <3

[sparkiekong]

I have my co-conspirator's @helenofsimblr's stuff queued for two a day until whenever... It's primarily collab stuff too. So you'll be seeing some of your favorite TAC friends. I am working on Nick and Nickie's interview with Jure and Elita visiting John at his home in Henford... and after that a couple new people to introduce. In the lafferverse I need to get to working on the new gen of strangelove the laffers. Since we can do rental stuff now. I think the vamptogon house needs updated.

I haven't forgotten. I've just been dealing with a 15 year old psychopathic dog named Micro. I love her, but she's trying to kill my soul I think.

Jokes aside... I am beginning to think she's getting a bit senile and blind to be honest. She's taking more of my time lately until I solve her. I'm able to write and screen when I can.

Sorry for the crappy picture, but here's Micro on her birthday or Halloween.. I can't remember. She's definitely a sheriff.

[riftdancing]

Very Gently...

I'm going to express a small pet peeve as a WHM about my fellow co-healers. Before I address this I wanna preface this with the fact this is absolutely a ME problem to deal with. I have zero expectations of those I randomly get queued with in duty finder, and especially have zero expectations of my co-healers. You never know someone's backstory is or what they're going through both in and outside the game. At the end of the day, its my responsibility to work around you. So truly I have no one to blame but myself here. lol

As someone who has a three ability raise macro which goes...

Thin Air -> Swift Cast -> Raise

It would be appreciated if people would give me more time to pull the three ability rez off. Especially with global cool downs because…

ITS FREE! I'm not spending any mana to get this rez off due to the use of Thin Air, which as my co-healer is actively saving YOU mana (unless you're a fellow WHM doing the same thing lol).

My macro clearly states I'm rezzing in party chat and it is very simplistic/informative for your benefit. Not mine.

I can do this TWICE with the exception of Swift Cast which instead gets swapped for Presence of Mind so long as I haven't used the CD for DPS purposes.

It can be so frustrating to pop it, and have someone rez with zero macro to let me know they're rezzing and then I've wound up spending it all for nothing. Alternatively I try to give people the opportunity to rez first and pick up what they can't when they've spent their swift cast. But, I don't expect anything to change. Like I said earlier its up to me to adapt to how others play around me in Duty Finder.

I just needed to softly scream into the universe. :') Don't mind me. I honestly think I get more annoyed at myself than I do at other people. lol

[misutokiriya]

Hey! I'm Silver, and I'm 30 if I did my math right... When the hell did I get so old?? Anyway, I use he/him pronouns, and I'm the co-host in a system.

Decided to make a blog. I'm not entirely sure why, but here we are. I might make a better pinned post later, but since we're about to go to bed, this is the best I've got for now.

My host is @rambley-review.

Tags:

🗡️ Musings - Text posts

🗡️ Asks - Self-explanatory

🗡️ 1QueueHeart - Queued posts

[coelpts]

Hello everyone, I have a Hypnospace Theory (but as far as I'm concerned it's a Hypnospace Fact) about Coolfest '99. I'm sure everyone else has already come to the same conclusion, but I haven't actually seen anyone talk about it so I'm putting my thoughts here.

Spoilers for Hypnospace Outlaw! Please do not read this until you've finished up the story for the game!

Here's my thesis: FRE3ZER sabotaged Coolfest '99.

Okay let me back up. Obviously FRE3ZER couldn't mess up all of Coolfest. The unfortunate tragedy of the Chowdercopter was not his fault, nor was the colossal mismanagement of the entire event from Gray's Peak, but the lip syncing was intentional. FRE3ZER wanted to drive the final nail into Coolpunk's coffin.

Why do I say this? Let's lay out the facts as they're initially presented.

During Coolfest, FRE3ZER- also known as Jan Wolf- was seen lip syncing to the song 'Icy Girl' on stage. After the convention, Jan clarified that this was a mistake; he had been singing along with the song, but he accidentally queued up a work-print of the song that had extra lyrics. This excuse is recognized as being weak at best, and shortly after he announces a hiatus from songwriting and performing. From this point, Coolpunk as a movement completely implodes, and by Y2K MerchantSoft intends to transform the Coolpunk Paradise into an all-purpose music Zone called The Venue.

However, missing from this summary is the real identity of FRE3ZER. This fact will likely missed on first-time playthroughs; it's found in chapter one through the incomplete and mostly inaccessible Fungus Scene about page. The pioneer of Fungus Scene, FatherFungus, known for making music under the pseudonym Basidia, is the true FRE3ZER- Ray Dolan. Ray reportedly has terrible stage fright and so signed on with Esotonic Records as a songwriter and producer. Jan Wolf hired as a 'face' to play Ray's music onstage. This fact is removed before the Cavern becomes publicly available, citing a contractual prohibition against divulging the info.

How can we tell this is the truth? FatherFungus has unlisted page in Coolpunk Paradise dated November 20th of 1998, the generally agreed date that the defining song 'Colder Than The Rest' was released, with the song playing and downloadable for free. Said page is nearly completely taken down by Esotonic by the second chapter, the title song being replaced with the Basidia track 'Ghost of the Grotto'.

Additionally, although the singers voice in 'Colder Than The Rest' is significantly distorted, there's no denying that it sounds very similar to the voice in Basidia's song 'Ghost of the Grotto'. Even more, 'Ghost of the Grotto' is a song about a creative struggling with the idea of being unseen and unheard while someone else plays their music.

The connection isn't exactly subtle.

Okay, so now the situation is thus: Ray Dolan, aka FRE3ZER, signed a deal with Esotonic Records and hired front man Jan Wolf to perform his music live. Jan's first performance was at Coolfest '99, where the lip sync incident tanked FRE3ZER's reputation and crashed Coolpunk square into the ground.

But we can go deeper.

There's another character at play here- COOLPUNK_IS_DEAD. This user made a page as an ode to Coolpunk and its demise sometime after Coolfest and it's deleted in December. It notes that Coolpunk has fallen, killed by corporations that were exploiting it. To quote, 'They've identified what makes us US and are selling it back to us'. This user is distributing the lip syncing video and the immediate aftermath, and advises that people turn away from this co-opted movement to find their own freedom.

COOLPUNK_IS_DEAD is FatherFungus, Ray Dolan. Aside from the fact that this page directly links to Fungus Scene, these two users share the same headband ID: 04886A. COOLPUNK_IS_DEAD is therefore a sock puppet, made by Ray Dolan to widely distribute the video of Jan Wolf failing his performance.

Now we circle back to Coolfest, and the excuse provided by Jan: he mistakenly queued up a different version of the song with more lyrics. This excuse was already flimsy; the version of 'Icy Girl' that was distributed across Hypnospace was the same one that played during Coolfest, so the idea that FRE3ZER had intended to play a different version is about as strong as wet tissues. And now that we know that Jan isn't FRE3ZER, this series of events is called into question even further. This isn't his music. Did he even organize the set list to begin with? Does he actually know the FRE3ZER discography? Did he know what he was playing at all?

This line of questioning lead me to two answers. Option one: Jan Wolf is in on this. He's a friend of Ray's and the two of them collaborated to cause the failure of FRE3ZER live. Option two: Ray intentionally sent Jan the incorrect copies of the song to practice, and the live set list was designed to throw him off guard and under the bus.

Personally, I believe option two. Why? The answer lies with the final piece of this puzzle: FR33ZIECHIKA. This account belongs to one Amanda Price, and she's an astroturf account. The tells are obvious; she links to Gray's Peak with sponsored soda images all over her page, her style of writing is bizarrely corporate and sterile, and her review of Coolfest is out of touch with reality. It mentions none of the horror and drama of the real event, refusing to comment on the tragedy of the Chowdercopter and making reference to an extended set list from FRE3ZER when he only performed one song before being booed off the stage. But if that wasn't enough, the proof is once again in the headband IDs. Hers is 04902A, and she shares it with the official FRE3ZER account.

Her account is quietly deleted sometime in December.

This all leads to my final conclusion. FRE3ZER sabotaged Coolfest '99 to kill Coolpunk dead. After seeing what Gray's Peak were doing with the movement he signed a deal with Esotonic and let them hire Jan Wolf as his public face, only to send him a live set that exposed him as a fraud. He took the evidence and distributed it across Hypnospace, letting his former artist brand and hired face take the fall. From the ashes of his act he developed Fungus Scene, a musical movement that truly embodied his ideals- no brand sponsorships, no big names, just the unbridled creativity that the darkness of the caverns provide.

And, I mean. I can't say it didn't work, but I can't help but mourn. What Coolpunk was, how it was eaten alive, and the kids and young adults that just wanted to belong somewhere.

[thecomfywriter]

Blog Post Schedule

Hola! I hope you guys are doing well. I just wanted to outline a schedule I'm going to be trying to implement in the next couple of weeks in order to stay more consistent with this blog. Here's the general outline of the posting schedule I want to follow, what to expect, and some drafted posts I have queued for the oncoming weeks:

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Monday: motivational posts, inspirational anecdotes, aesthetic moodboards, or quotes to kickstart the week

Tuesday: techniques on how to improve or enhance writing skills; the classic posts i'm known for (i.e. how to write dialogue; worldbuilding 101, etc)

Wednesday: community practise prompts and exercises. writing challenges, three-word stories, or dialogues for you guys to try to write a story off of

Thursday: miscellaneous reflections, memes, or reviews of current reads/updates on my current wip (cos)

Friday: writing tag games, book lore, and fun posts like QnAs for people in the community, myself, etc. post submissions, yada yada

Saturday: moodboards! I want a day desginated to posting moodboards since those are my love languages. and if not moodboards, oc art or other wip digital art that i've creaed since (fun fact!) i'm also an artist. the pictures on my banner are drawings i made of my ocs from my current wip, CoS

Sunday: on sunday we rest and reblog. lmao

Drafted posts to expect in queue:

writing humour 101: how to write comedic characters

using symbolism

incorrect oc quotes

writing threatening characters/villains

the art of writing realistic villains

morally grey or romanticizing toxicity? how to write morally grey characters in an ethical way

research 101: how to conduct research for writers

If there is a specific post you'd rather read first or other post suggestions, my inbox and my comments are always open. Other than that-- toodles!

Happy Writing!