#rlly made me happy listening to it so loud there

[noxtivagus]

february's been so crazy so far

[imwetforyourmom]

hi can u do headcannons (or a fic idm) of like people pleaser!reader and bf!matt who like stands up for her or tells people off on her behalf?

I really hope this makes even the slightest bit of sense

thank you so much, I love ur writing sm🤍🫶🏼

people pleaser!reader x matt headcannons!

(I have never done hcs ever, so if its bad thats mb, also I didnt know if you wanted nsfw but I js didnt bc I dont rllt know how to nsfw people pleaser x matt but if tou want me to retry it dont hesitate to ask!!)

warnings: angst, swearing

a/n: I dont rlly know how to write people pleasers and such so thats why its short, but I can try again if you’d like, I also love this idea, thank you anon!! <33

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- the second someone pushes you around and or walks all over you hes quick to shut it down.

“alright listen man, it was one thing when you told her to fuck off, but telling her to shut the fuck up is another. I need you to leave.”

- when matt notices that someone is using you to their advantage or even notices you going out of your way to please them on several occasions hes getting it done and over with, quick.

“okay. enough y/n, come sit with me. you dont need to do everything for that asshole, k?”

^ he made sure to say it extra loud so the guy heard what matt had said about him.

- after matt had told someone off for being rude to you, you sat down next to him with your head hung low and your eyes filled with tears of guilt.

“baby, whats wrong?” he asked, his arm coming over to your back and rubbing your shoulder.

“that wasnt nice of you to yell at him.. look at him, I feel guilty now.” you spoke, your voice slightly shaky as you motioned to the man whom was anxiously biting his lip with his mouth closed shut, after matt had told him to keep it shut.

“it also wasnt nice of him to yell at you and call you names, was it?” he grumbled, just looking at the guy made him angrier, especially knowing you felt bad for him.

- “no, no, if you want me to. I can!” you spoke, a soft smile on your face as you talked to the girl infront of you, in which the girl had a smirk on her face, catching onto your patterns.. doing anything for the sake of pleasing her.

matt, on the other hand, stood behind you and glared at the girl, his jaw clenching with pure irritation. matt cleared his throat, trying to get the girls attention. and once her eyes met his he brought his hand up and flipped her off.

- in ways of showing you he wasnt happy with what you were doing he’d do subtle motions with his hands or look at you a certain way. you’ve learned that his jaw clenched tightly shut and his eyes glaring at you, then a quick look at the person you were currently giving your everything, is a way of him indicating he wanted you stop what you were doing.

- watching you adapt someone elses personality to try and seem more approachable and less weird truly angers him, despite knowing he cant do anything about it. he feels you should know that you’re perfect just the way you are and dont need to be accepted by everyone, they should like you for who you are.

- “oh..” you mumble, your head hung low as somone insults you and your interests. you cant say anything nor do anything, its not in your nature. you just have to sit there and take it, in fear of disappointing them. and since matt wasnt with you, there wasnt any way in stopping the next few minutes of being insulted.

later that day, when you come home your cheeks are tear-stained, you have mascara running down your cheeks and your breathing is uneven.. theres no way in hell you’re hiding this from matt. you take gentle steps as you walk to his room, slowly pushing his door open and taking small sniffles.

with hearing the door creak open matts lips turn into a grin, that is, until he lifts his head up to the sight of you, looking like you just bawled for hours on end. he quickly tosses his phone on his bed and walks over to you, engulfing you in his arms. already knowing what was going on he didnt ask anything, instead just comforted you.

- “ok! im fucking tired of your shit dude! you’ve been bossing, walking all over her, degrading and just overall being a total dickhead to her!” matt yelled, finally getting enough of this kid being rude to his girlfriend. he stood up from his chair and walked over to carlos. he stood tall and high infront of him. y/n moved behind matt and grabbed his hand, holding it and lightly squeezing, at an attempt to calm him down.

“matt, baby, its okay. im fine. dont yell at him.” y/n whispered, your voice quiet as you spoke. you avoided eye contact with carlos. “no, its not okay! hes being a total asshole to you, y/n. you dont deserve to be treated like that.” he turned around to face you. his voice no longer being loud as he spoke with sincerity towards you.

- you being treated rudely didnt always end up with him yelling at someone. when he wasnt fuming with anger, he would grab your hand and hold it, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, then pull you into him, in a sense of protection and to tell you ‘enough’ without speaking.

- matt would act almost immediately when he even sees the beginning signs of you starting to act and do everything possible for the person you’re talking to. he would lean down in your ear and mumble quietly, “relax, my love.”

- again, he would make sure to be extra loud about shit talking someone when calling you over to him just to make sure that they know what matt thinks of them.

“cmon baby, that poor excuse of a friend doesnt deserve you.”

“hes being an asshole, my love. dont suck up to him.”

tags

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @genshin-addict @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @livvy4realll @graysturns

[hyunsvngs]

question: on a spectrum… who in skz would be rlly turned on by someone who creams vs someone who squirts? imo, felix falls in the middle nd is just glad his partner came 🙏

ooh okay i LIKE this. while i don’t think they would mind so long as their partner enjoyed, HERE IS WHAT I THINK IS THEIR PREFERENCE..

creams:

minho - listen. i know we designated minho in squirtracha, but i strongly believe he would prefer if his partner creamed on his cock. like. imagine him saying “good little kitty, creaming so nice for me.” that’s SO minho. he’d love the way it made the slide into you just a bit slicker, and he’d definitely love watching you whine and squirm before you cream around him.

hyunjin - honestly this is so hyune. a partner who creams all in his mouth so he can lick it up like a fucking ice cream? that’s hyunjin. he’d want to pin you down til you’re creaming in his mouth all fucking night. especially if you leak a bit when you cum… he’s going feral for that, getting it all over his plump lips and kissing you so you can taste it.

seungmin - honestly i struggled on where to put seungmin, but i think he’d prefer creaming overall. he’s not the biggest fan of mess so i think a controlled orgasm would be more his style, though he’d probably highkey get off on you squirting. he’d love if you creamed around his cock so much to the point where his cock has a white ring around the base, showing your pleasure - he’d definitely get you to suck it clean afterwards. “you made the mess, pup, just from feeling so good. you can clean it up, right?” UGH

squirts:

JISUNG - do i even need to explain. BIGGEST SQUIRT KINK. LOVES MESS. wants to pin you down and make you squirt over and over. god it’d make him whine so loud if you squirted and then he slid his cock into your slick hole, feeling your walls still fluttering and the juices all around him… he’d definitely be babbling. “s-shit, baby, my baby, ‘s so wet-“ i need him

chan - sensual, passionate, hard sex is chan all over. if you squirt for him? he’s cumming ON THE SPOT. chan has a massive kink for it all being super wet and messy too, and i think if you squirted on his cock he’d literally have to pull out to calm down because he’d cum too soon. he’d LOVE to drink up your squirt and spit it back in your mouth while he fucks you, calling you such a good girl for daddy.

jeongin - oh jeongin has a big squirt kink ik it. hes got those LONG fingers practically designed to curve against your gspot nice and hard, making you quiver and shake around him. i talked about this briefly before but i think jeongin would think squirting was a straight up lie until you did it on his fingers and then he’d short circuit. he’d want to make you do it ALL THE TIME. like, he made you do that??? he made you make a mess like that?? he’s dead of horny disease

literally loves either:

felix - oh felix loves EVERYTHING. squirt, cream, even a dry orgasm. just the sign that you’re having fun with him? he’s gonna cum. he’s so into you that whatever form your orgasm takes, he’s tasting it fr. he loves everything you do and that carries over into the bedroom.

binnie - binnie’s whipped. i think if you squirted OR creamed he’d probably have a heart attack anyway that you came. he’d be so happy. i do think maybe he’d lean towards the creaming side, just because imagine his pubes soaked with your cream 😵‍💫 he’d LOVE it. but i think he’d love everything you do <3

♡ juno

[canthelpit0]

Skinny

Pairing: bf!Chris sturniolo x Reader

Wordcount: 700

Summary: you talk to your boyfriend about the internet (literally just the song skinny, by Billie Eilish)

Warnings: really short, angst(?), body image, the internet, hurt/comfort (?), direct quotes, idfk

(Litterally wrote this during a 1h car trip, so it’s rlly short. I was listening to the song while writing this. Hope you guys like it tho <3)

I recently met the triplets in LA. We quickly became friends, but I always felt drawn to Chris the most.

Sure they’re all considerably hot, but there was just something about Chris that made me feel something..

Turns out I wasn’t the only one that felt it, and soon enough Chris confessed to me. Wich meant a lot, considering he has commitment issues, but he was willing to commit… for me?

We dated for a while until I realized,

I fell in love for the first time.

I may only be 20, but those 20 years felt so eternally long. Chris was everything I’d been waiting for all my life, being the hopeless romantic.

I started to go to the gym more often, and eat healthier. Not for any other reason then, I was happy.

I also started to notice that Chris’ Pepsi habits got better, and he started to eat healthier as well.

We were talking one day, both of us sitting on opposite sides of Chris’ bed.

“People say I look happy, just because I got skinny.” I sigh.

The only reason why I look happier is because I have a working healthy relationship, because I’m in love. Not because my body changed.

Chris tilts his head to the side his eyes slightly furrowed as if asking me if I’m serious.

But the ‘old’ me was still me. Maybe even the real me, my actual personality when I’m on my own, And I think she is pretty.

I never really had body image issues. I never struggled with eating.

I got famous pretty young, like 17 or so. And back then I was a kid, of corse I liked to eat. I wasn’t even that big really. I was just a kid, I didn’t care about it too much.

I’m not magically happier than I was before. I still cry.

“People say I’m acting my age now.” I sigh. “Am I already on the way out, am I ‘falling off’?”

Chris tilts his head not saying anything just trying to process my words. As if my words are outlandish to him.

“I feel like a bird in a cage, you know. With all these expectations and rumors.” I sigh softly. All these things have been bugging me for a while.

“I’m sorry.” He looks at me with not pitty but understanding. “You were my secret,” when we started dating we hadn’t told the internet. “- and I didn’t get to keep it”

But like couples do we would go out on dates. With both of us being touchy people, PDA was big. But a random fan took a picture of us kissing and it spread like wildfire.

I sigh heavily at the memories. How betrayed I had felt by those so called fans looking into my business.

“The internet is hungry for the meanest kind of funny, and somebody’s gotta feed it.” I purse my lips closing my eyes briefly.

“I suppose that’s true” Chris breaths out his eyes locked on mine.

“People really think suddenly all my problems are gone and I’m all happy, not because I’m in a healthy and stable relationship but because i got skinny.” I huff working myself up, and getting angrier and angrier at something that seems like nothing.

“Do you still cry?” I ask rhetorically, my previous breathy and small voice now loud and clear. “I mean I do.” I reply to my own question.

I look at my boyfriend and the way he looks back at me with such understanding.

We look at each other in silence. “I love you. And I’ve loved you for so long. And that’s not going to change.”

Chris says firmly a small gentle smile forming on his lips. Chris opens his arms waiting for me to come to him.

I’m not upset per se, it’s just annoying seeing people comment on my body and happiness and whatnot. It’s none of their business.

I’m a content creator. I didn’t ask for them to criticize me.

I sit up shuffling over to Chris. I let myself fall into his embrace.

But in Chris’, the love of my life’s arms, like this, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Masterlist

A/N: hope you guys like this style of writing. If h goys want to be on the taglist comment. Asks & requests are open 💕

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

Taglist: @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns , @me09love , @fratbrochrisgf , @spideylovin , @chrissgirlsstuff , @stunza , @whicked-hazlatwhore , @sturniooolos , @ecliphttlunar , @orangeypepsi , @klaus223492 , @char112244 , @sst7niolo , @slut4chriss , @mattsturniololoverr , @th3-3d3n-g4rd3n , @st7rnioioss , @t1llysblogs , @nonat-111 , @blahbel668 , @rockstarchr1s , @sturnsintrouble , @nayveetbhh , @tillies33ssss , @sturncakez , @strnilo , @somegirlfromasgard , @mattslovelygf , @sturnsmaeve , @sturnstvr , @lucianastrun , @jnkvivi , @jamiesturniolo , @chr1sgirl4life , @h3arts4harry , @whosthislyssbitch , @jamiesturniolo , @sturniololover-09 , @zayyluvz , @sturnzsblog

[lace-coffin]

It's me again! I have another request, and I think you might like this one! But a few things first.

I love your profile picture! I very much wanna do that to a Yautja, and have reason to believe it is the most effective way to calm your mate when I'm privacy 👍

I'm glad you appreciate how in depth I go when making a request! I've dealt with other people who tell me I should shorten the detail, and it has made me very sad. Mostly because the reason I go so deep into depth is because autism demands it --

Anyways!

I was wondering if you could write some headcannons for Asa with a more feral pet? Like, when he's with them or their with his bugs/arachnids?

Baby, sweet one, gentlest thing alive, happy animal noises, copious amounts of purring (yes, his pet can purr how lucky did he get?)

But when confronted with a violent escaped toy? Teeth are bared, growling, snarling, split flying, clawing, kicking, scratching, going for areas that hurt not even Asa knows about

Yet when Asa tries to calm them down, all he need do is just

And bang! Pet is back to normal

Better description of what I have in mind!

Once again, and toy escaped, this time from the box. Asa. Is. FURIOUS

This is the second time this has happened! he fuming as he stalks the halls, when he suddenly hears loud screaming and cursing. Cold fear goes down his spine, his pet is out and about, and we're much to small to fend off his newest toy, why, he's bigger than Asa!

Listening intently as the pained wailing turns into gurgles, he bursts into the area where he "plays" with his new toys, and finds his pet standing above the toys dead body. Scratches litter his arms, his eyes have been clawed open and gored, and his throat? Ripped completely out.

We stand huffing over it, shoulders tense with adrenaline and hands blood stained until half up our forearm. We turn our head to the side, eyes shrunken our mouth and has doused in blood, the man's throat clutched between our teeth.

We blink, split out the throat, and fully turn to Asa. Suddenly, Asa's pet looks sheepish, ducking their head as they play with their hands and avoid eye contact. Timidly we say "i-...I caught him, Master"

having so many thoughtshhhhhhhhhh

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x gn!reader

trigger warning for graphic violence,description of gore/corpses and power dynamics

Requests are closed (for now!!)

First of all thank you for the request! I always super enjoy writing urs!

I would also love to hold a Yautja gentle like hamburger and pet their mandibles, save me big Yautja women.

I’m sorry people have been mean to u abt how u prefer to send requests : ( I’m also autistic so u being specific in what u want also rlly helps me out!

Your relationship with Asa was strange, well it was strange from an outsiders perspective, not that you really saw them much anyway, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s just your relationship was different from his other pets. Obviously you were the favourite, sleeping in a cute padded cage whilst the others slept in a fenced off area and essentially cannibalised each-other from starvation. Meanwhile you were fed 3 balanced meals a day plus snacks. If Asa was somewhere in the hotel it’s basically assured you’re there to, probably perched on his lap, gloved hand running under your chin as you rumble and purr happily.

Despite the amount of fight you put up at first you were truly a lap dog through and through, always at your masters heels even if he wasn’t doing anything of interest, as long as you could lay under the desk and wrap an arm around his ankle you were happy. Asa never really was one for physical affection but he’s grown to love it since ‘acquiring’ you, not that he really had a choice with the way you stuck to his side like a rodent on a glue trap, he’s wasn’t complaining however. With the way you clung to him anyone would think you’re the one who’s holding him captive.

This unfortunately wasn’t the case with other inhabitants. Your special place in his heart was only 80% of the reason you got special treatment, granted it would’ve happened anyway but it may have been hurried along by the fact that he didn’t trust you to cohabitate with the toys he kept. You know the reports you get back from doggy daycare? The ones that say “doesn’t play well with others”? Yeah. That was you.

On multiple occasions even before settling in he’d caught you surround by bodies or chunks of other people in your mouth. Clearly you didn’t take well to sharing whether it be food or Asa’s affection. If you were anyone else you would’ve been slaughtered already for conveniences sake but he’d seen the way you soften when he visited. He knew there was something more to it.

Cut to current day, Asa is stressed and pissed off. A new toy has escaped, he could have sworn the box was secured properly, even double checking it. To be fair the toy in question was built like a brick shit house, taller and stronger than himself. Hopefully the term “the bigger they are the harder they fall” will apply to them, for both your and Asa’s sake.

Thats another issue, you’re currently roaming the halls too. Your master doesn’t usually have to worry about you when you’re out and about in the hotel, the minute you slip from his side it’s like all placidity and calm he’s come to love dissipates, leaving you the feral beast he had first stolen from your home. If anything it’s comforting for him to know you can hold your own out there. He keeps a watchful eye on you but not even he can anticipate what’s going to happen sometimes. Despite his opinion of himself he was only mortal.

It was now a race against time to either locate you and get you back to safety whilst he re contains the rogue or find said escapee first and detain him before you can cross paths. Your sir knows you can usually handle trouble but this guy is huge..

Asa swears under his breath and hauls himself through the twisting corridors, dipping in and out of rooms in search of either of you. Beginning to panic more as you prove hard to find he calls out for you, hands cupped around his mouth. “Pet? It’s time to come back, this is serious, I need you back right now.” He tries not to let the anxiety bleed into his voice, not wanting to scare you, and smothers it with an authoritarian tone. He waits a few moments to listen for any response. Shit. Nothing.

He moves further into the hotel and onto the other side, cupping his hands again and trying once more “cricket? I’m not playing, I need you here now” nothing again. Just as he turns his heel to try another direction he hears a noise that turns his blood to ice. Disgusting wet gurgles and muffled curses boom from down the hall. Asa isn’t easy to startle considering the vile things he does everyday to real people but the idea of you being in pain and too late to save- it makes him want to vomit.

Pushing through the nausea he bolts down the hallway and slams the doors to his ‘playroom’ open. Usually this room is reserved for experimenting on subjects.

What he sees calms him and raises his heart rate at the same time.

There you are, his perfect docile pup, hunched over what is (was) his newest pet. Shoulders raised, hackles up. The body below you is almost unrecognisable, arms littered with angry raised scratches, most likely from you struggling. Eyes completely missing from the sockets, well one was still technically attached to the coord but that’s not important. Chunks of once warm and rosey cheek flesh have been gouged from the skull, the imprints around them suggest the flesh was bitten away from the bone. Lastly and maybe most notably the throat is missing a considerable amount of matter. The hole runs deep, severed veins now lazily trickling warm blood into a puddle after the initial bite drained most of it.

Eventually you notice another presence and bristle, turning your head slowly to meet Asa’s eyes. Your eyes are essentially bulging out of your head, pupils dilated and crazed, throat and forearms doused in slowly cooling crimson. A chunk of what Asa presumes to be the missing throat lodged in your firmly set jaw.

The second you realise who it is it’s like you gain some clarity, spitting the foul meat onto the floor and wiping your mouth on your sleeve. It doesn’t help, only smearing the liquid further. Turning completely to face your master you slump onto your knees, eyes down to the floor shy and respectful like you’ve been trained. “I-…I caught him master.” It comes out croakier than you’d like.

You keep your eyes trained to the floor as the larger man approaches, heavy boots thumping on the floor towards you. You brace for the telling off, you can see yourself ending back up with the other fodder pets, you’d really pushed it this time, killing another subject. However it never comes. two warm now ungloved hands cup your bloody cheeks, gently coercing you to look at him. To your surprise Asa looks…relieved almost?

A soft smile paints his face. “You did catch him, thank you pet.” You sit there dazed and confused as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, ignoring the hair matted to it from the gore. “You did such a good job and I’m more than relived your unharmed, I don’t know what I’d-“ Asa cuts himself off, clearing his throat,not wanting to show vulnerability right now when you’re the one who needs attention. You don’t miss the way his voice wavers with worry. Embarrassed he quickly offers you a hand up, spinning on his heel and facing away. “Let’s get you cleaned up and rewarded shall me?” You don’t see the pink tint to his face.

[redstarwriting]

hobie brown dating a mall goth hcs

hobie brown x mall goth!reader

request?: yes

request: “Hiiii!!! I am absolutely IN LOVE with ur the clash series and I can’t wait to see how it progresses!!! Could u do some pda/general affection hcs for the spider verse characters? I would love to see Miles and Hobie hcs but it’s rlly up to whatever characters u would wanna write for. Endless thanks!!”

requested by: anon

warnings:  language, mentions of stealing

a/n: this request made me cackle. mall goths are so iconic lol thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy.

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- OH MY GOD LMAO

- side note i wanted to be a mall goth so bad when i was like 13 lmao

- just launder outside of a hot topic with all my black hot topic merch on

- they shoulda paid mall goths for advertising man lemme just say

- but let’s get into it

- when he first met you

- admittedly he thought you were a poser

- but when he got to know you

- he understood that you were part of a subculture within a subculture

- you weren’t a poser

- you were exactly what you said you were

- and he respected it

- and he respected you

- okay so he wouldn’t hate all of your music

- most of it?

- yes 

- he did not enjoy listening to quite a bit

- but omg every time he wasn’t immediately put off by a song

- you add it to your LISTEN AROUND HOBIE playlist

- his only rule when it comes to listening to your music is NO M*RILYN M*NSON

- and if you don’t know what that means

- good, you don’t need to

- wish i didn’t

- but he will always

- and i mean always

- sit and listen to whatever you wanna show him

- he’ll never outwardly say a song sucks to you

- only that it isn’t his style of music

- of course, sometimes you ask him to explain further

- just so you know what songs to play and not play for him

- “Why don’t you like it?”

   “Just not my style, love.”

   “You always say that. What about this song don’t you like? I won’t be upset, I just am curious.”

   “Fine, with this specific song i ‘ate the lyrics. Too… emo? I guess? Not in the mood to be sad about m’sef.”

- he just loves seeing you vibing to your songs

- so he isn’t really gonna shit on you for liking any of it

- that’s what they want him to do

- he isn’t gonna >:(

- in fact

- he can, will, and has gone to shows with you

- it’s not his music and he can acknowledge that

- but again

- you like it

- and he loves watching you be happy

- something he actually does very heavily fuck with about your mall goth ways

- is your clothes

- he could do without the various band merch

- mainly because he doesn’t like the bands all that much

- but the rest of it?

- he actually likes

- he enjoys that you do have some splashes of color in your style every now and again

- and that there are loud patterns clashing with each other sometimes

- he can also really appreciate all the spikes and studs and chains on your clothes, too

- he also likes that he knows exactly what to get you as gifts

- does he buy the shit you talk about?

- absolutely not

- steal it?

- now you’re onto something

- he’s gotten you like 7 Jack Skellington plushies

- all different

- and each time you love them

- and sometimes

- sometimes

- he will even go hang out at the mall with you

- but it’s not often

- he’s usually too preoccupied with the Spider-Man gig

- or his shows

- but sometimes he likes to surprise you

- and show up when you’re with your friends

- but yeah

- he overall doesn’t like the music, necessarily

- but he also doesn’t give a fuck about labels

- you can call yourself whatever you want

- he likes you as a person

- and that’s all that matters to him

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[picturingchappell]

Au: You're a famous popstar on tour, and Abby is one of your backup dancers. You guys get very touchy and flirty during certain songs, and the fans start to notice how playful you're both being with each other. You guys try to hold back from each other, but eventually, you get together and fall for each other.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

tags: kinda.. loser!abby-ish??, making out, minor touching, yearning for eachother, no smut, would this be fluff?, idk if it is, happy ending, alternate universe - no outbreak, in our popular era!!, LOTS of tension (that’s kinda poorly written), i literally know nothing of how a stage crew works, ive only seen two movies about how tours work, so bare with me

a/n: AYEEEE MUST BE THE MONAAYYYY!! im trying something a lil different (but like.. not rlly..) also!!! this is my first time ever fulfilling a request!!! i hope this is good.. i haven’t written anything for a while. also also!!! i litcherally just remembered this song existed today and (a lil lore), originally i was gonna title this dont stop the music (like the rihanna song) but then this crossed my mind and i translated the lyrics and it just.. fits!!!! 😄 ok last thing, this is the outfit inspo for this fanfic! latrice is sooo pretty and this outfit is fire!!!

The ticket lines were flowing with people, like, lots of them. More than you’d ever seen during your tour. Tonight’s show was in Seattle. Your set started in fifteen minutes and you and your team were going through the logistics of how things would go. You stand there, hands on your hips as you keep a straight and serious face while lending a listening ear, giving a few nods from time to time. Abby couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Her eyes kept tracing over you. The entirety of you. The oversized denim, the Calvin Klein print across your thong, the black top looking just perfect against your skin, everything drove her insane. She’d have to thank your stylists personally the next time she saw them because each time she found herself looking at you, her face would heat up. A loud clap from the director snapped her out of her trance. She followed the other backup dancers, who were also following you. Before entering the stage, you take a breath and hope for the best.

   You take a few steps on the large stage, smiling as the crowd roars in cheers and applause. You wave as you approach your mic. Your in-ears had already been in and you were waiting for the signal to begin your set. Before this, you thank the crowd for coming and some other things before it begins. It starts off slow, a soft song that hadn’t required much choreography was sung. Your voice had the crowd entranced, smiling and recording you. The band played in the same smooth and entrancing manner you had already set. After the song concludes, you begin moving to your position for the next song. “Song begins in 3.. 2.. 1..” the woman in your in-ears said as a metronome ticked at the same beat of the song. The lights on stage turn red, smoke rises from the stage. The song was sensual and provocative, your voice was smooth (as always) and siren-like. You and Abby find yourself dancing up against each other. Caught up in your song, your hand snakes around her waist as you sing the provocative lyrics to her with half lidded eyes and a small smile. Abby panicked internally. She curses under her breath as you sing to her. Her body heats up and her heart rate increases. She heard the loud noise of squealing and applauding from the crowd. She felt dizzy as you and her parted ways momentarily as you continued singing. Your touch sear on her skin, 1000 degrees is what it felt like to her. Your hands lingered on her body way longer than you practiced. And god, those eyes she gives you. They made you feel a little dizzy. Those green eyes under the red light, the strands of blond hair sticking to her forehead, the way her eyes fluttered whenever she made eye contact with you made your heart flutter. It seemed so unreal, the way her large hands rested on your body whenever the move called for it or how she smiled at you nervously when you got a little too close. Anyone with eyes could see that you both had some kinda feelings for eachother. And this definitely wouldn’t be easy to forget.

   The concert went on for what seemed like forever before you were on your last song. You and the rest of your dancers stand in the middle of the stage, attempting to catch your breath as you hold your ending pose. Abby looks at you and you look at her. The tension from before begins to rise again. It was palpable. “You don’t know what you do to me.” Abby whispered, only for your ears. “I know exactly what I do to you, Abby.” You respond with a smile. After a few more seconds, you finally exit the stage with everyone else. You enter your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you take a few photos of yourself, uploading them to social media before scrolling through your notifications. As usual, they were full of mentions, comments, and likes. They were also full of your little.. moments on stage with Abby. Your body becomes hot as you watch it over. You loved the way she looked at you. Like you were some sort of goddess. Or like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You find yourself smiling at your phone as you read your comments from your fans talking about the tension between the two of you. 

   As Abby sat with the other dancers, all she could think about was you. “God, you’ve got it bad, Abby.” One woman with curly hair says as she looks at her for a moment, then playfully rolls her eyes. “I’ve got it bad?” Abby acted clueless, but she knew exactly what the woman meant. “Oh shut up, don’t play dumb with. I see exactly how the two of you look at eachother. If you like her that much then you should just like, tell her or something.” The woman suggested with a shoulder shrug, then picking up her phone and texting with someone. In a perfect world, Abby would’ve already asked you out, and she would’ve already been your girlfriend. But she didn’t want you to think she was like, weird or something. “I mean.. the worst she could say is no, right?” Abby mumbles to herself. “Eeexactly. Now go.” The woman suggested with a smile.

   And after that little push, she walks to your dressing room. Her hand trembled on the doorknob. That was just her nerves trying to pull her back into the other room. Her hands become clammy along with her nerves. But Abby’s boots definitely weren’t quiet, and you’d already known she was there. “The doors unlocked.” You yell out to her. “..Goddamnit.” She mumbled to herself as she opened the door, walking in and closing it. You were still looking down at your phone for a moment before you turned it off and look over at her. “Hey.” “Hi.” You smile at her. “So uh, what brings ya here?” “Just wanted to check on you that’s all, but if you’re busy I’ll just go—“ Her hand darts towards the doorknob and you stand up and stop her. “No.. stay. I’m not busy.” Abby never listened to someone so fast. Her eyes meet yours and she looks around the door nervously. There was a small smile on her face. You found her nervous smile cute. You place your hand on her face, gently turning her face to look at you.

   “Keep those pretty eyes on me, Abby.” You whisper to her as you look her in the eyes. Her face heats up again as you speak to her in that soft voice. “God.. why do you do this to me?” She asked as she looked at you. Her eyes linger on your lips and then returning to your eyes. For the time she’d become acquainted with you, never did she think she’d be here feeling so tempted to ask you out. “Abby..” You whispered to her again as you looked at her, getting a little closer to her. “I like you.” “I like you too. Please let me kiss you.” She sounded so needy, and you couldn’t just ignore that voice. Almost in an instant, you crash your lips against hers. It just felt so.. right. And so natural. Her hands gently touch your arm, then your back. She drags her hand up your back and gently resting it on the back of your neck. Her touch left goosebumps across your skin. God she was so gentle, and it drove you crazy. Your hand finds itself entangled in her hair that was wavy, not being in its usual braid. She let out a little whine the more she kissed you. Slowly she pushes her tongue into your mouth, and they dance furiously, intertwining in a passionate dance for a few more seconds before she pulls away to catch her breath. 

   You both look at eachother breathlessly. That moment alone had solidified that you had in fact fallen for eachother. “Again.” Abby says, and you nod before you begin making out again. You stumble towards a small soft. Abby sits down and you straddle her lap. Your lips were on hers for a few moments before moving to her neck. You move slowly, making her wait. Her hands rest on your hips, and occasionally slide up and down your thighs. “God, you have no idea how bad I've wanted this. Watching you all that time, the way you look at me, that voice of yours. It drives me crazy.” For the duration of the tour, you had been restricting yourself. They say not to mix love with your work life, and in some cases it would make sense. But how could you ever do that for a girl this irresistible? Of course Abby restrained herself in the same manner because she didn’t wanna ruin things between the two of you, but now you were here and you had no intention whatsoever about going back to the way things were. Every wall you’d built up had been smashed down by the flurry of emotions Abby brought to you with her touch, her voice, and her want for you. There was no ‘line’ that you could or couldn’t cross, because.. the world is infinite. And in this moment, you felt infinite. And it was all because of her. Your lips trail back up to hers for a moment before she pulls away to say something. “I swear, after this tour, I’ll properly ask you out.” Abby declares as she looks at you. “I can’t wait. I want to be with you now. Abby, I want to be your girlfriend.” You admit as you look her in the eyes. A part of her hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widen a little in shock before she smiled at you. “.. Alright then. We’re officially girlfriends.” She said with a smile before you lean down to kiss her again.

[xxoxobree]

Heyy I would like to request a matchup with miles 1610/42

My personality: I’m not quite ore shy but I’m very stand-off-ish to new people, but when I get comfortable I’m eccentric asf. I’m very cuddly with the people I like and love giving them little gifts (even if it’s just some craft I made) I’m very creative, I’m very empathetic, I can be very loud and bubbly, but I’m also an absolute bitch if someone gives me any reason not to like them

looks: I’m very goth (I’m talking trad goth) I have long-ish black and red hair with v-shaped bangs. I’m pale right now but I can get rlly dark in the summer. I like to experiment with the way I dress and do my makeup so I can look kinda basic one day then look like I just emerged from a coffin the next.

likes: most animals, sweet foods, pickles, winter and fall, Halloween, horror (literature, movies, art, etc.), the 80s, beadwork, ribbon skirts, my culture (I’m native), books/reading, witches, (there’s more but that’s all I can think of right now)

dislikes: bigots, the us government, being hot/sweaty, the TikTok humor all the guys in my class have, those weirdos who fetishize “goth girls”, (there’s more but that’s all I can think of)

hobbies: theater/acting, art/drawing, singing, cosplay, reading

music taste: I listen to a bit of everything but for the most part it’s goth, post-punk, punk, metal, powwow music, and whatever genre hozier is

Thank for sending 🥰🥰

I match you with Miles G

(jealous 🫢)

He’d probably talk to you first after he notices you’re a bit stand offish.

Loves that you’re a clingy person, lowkey makes him happy that you like to be with him.

Likes your eccentric self in contrast to his more quiet reserved self, thinks he’s special be

cause you don’t show that side a lot with other people.

Being creative with him is perfect, you two share creative ideas all the time.

He’s a gift giver too so it isn’t long before you two have a collection of things you gave each other

Since you two are creative and you like makeup, I can see him giving you ideas on how to do your makeup

Gets you all the candy from the bodega.

Comes to all your plays, only pays attention when you’re on the stage, brings flowers for you after your performance.

Very interested in your culture ask you questions adds some stuff into things he draws

[heartshapedbubble]

happy birthday to the blog !!!

Could I get Norton, ganji, lucky guy, mike and/or andrew with a reader that plays electric guitar? They rlly like rock so sometimes they can hear them playing in their room or during matches to draw the hunter away from other survivors?

hello and thank you lots! only 2 characters are allowed so i picked out two of these who seem the most underrated to me ! ^^

lucky guy and ganji gupta with a reader who plays the electric guitar hcs🎲🏏

lucky guy🎲

he's literally fanboying!!

he himself is a jack-of-all-trades, master of none - so whenever he sees someone with an ability so masterfully sharpened and practiced, he can't help being in awe

he doesn't listen to rock/metal music much (in fact... he doesn't really listen to music in general. he listens to whatever is being played at the moment) so he's a tad... confused and impressed at the same time

would shyly ask you if you'd let him hold it a bit, maybe even let him strum the strings a few times..

might stalk you while you play your guitar in your room - just sit there and watch you skillfully hit every riff and lick, banging your head to the instrumental you're following and jumping around to the beat

it's incredibly easy to catch him staring, it's like he doesn't even mind getting caught😭 mans can't help it but admire you

ganji gupta🏏

might get startled at first due to the amount of loud sounds, but once he figures it out a bit, he finds it to be sick as hell

ganji holds music close to his heart, especially indian music, so this new genre you've exposed him to is still mysterious and unknown to him

the brash, screeching noise of the electric guitar is the polar opposite of the flowy, energetic sound of indian music, it may even hurt his ears at the start... it's best to introduce it to him bit by bit, maybe let him inspect it and try to play it himself?

i think that he'd be skilled at playing the drums... so why not propose the idea to him? a manor mini-band is a great idea!

if you jokingly point out to him that he would make a great rockstar he's just going to grumpily brush it off (of course, he's not mad, he's just. pretty bad at accepting compliments although this one made his heart soar, especially coming from you)

...maybe a change of sound isn't that bad after all? try to introduce him to some bit older rock artists first, like van halen or bon jovi!

[pridepurgatorium]

— Offer Me That Deathless Death

Happy Beel day, to celebrate I give you my favorite piece and also my shortest. The ending is my favorite I think it encapsulates Belphie in the way I see him. I believe this is more Belphie centered but like go read my day 2 idk lol.

@ombrotherlylove2023 , Beelzbub and Belphegor

Day 6: Midnight snacks and crying

It wasn’t often that Belphie had the energy to get up and go places that he didn’t need to. The most he could do was walk to classes and walk to dinner and even that took several power naps throughout the day. And he would prefer to keep that predictability…

Except.

Beel isn’t in their room.

Belphie’s sure that while he’s sleeping, Beel goes to grab snacks and whatnot, that’s not an issue since Belphie is too busy sleeping (like the dead) to be awoken by Beel’s absence or even his presence that comes with loud crunching during the midnight hours. What stirs his mind and makes it race, is when he’s not there. Logic tells him that obviously, his brother is in the kitchen, where he always is, but logic has never seemed to help him. His sister is dead, he fell, he traded wings for a tail, and he’s cursed with sloth, and all those times, the war, and the scars he still has, were strategized by one of the strongest people he knows to date (shut up, don’t tell Lucifer), so did logic help him? Obviously, not, and so he would not listen to that distrustful logic.

Waking up in the dead of night and not finding his brother in his bed was not a common occurrence, Beel seemed to know the most common times for Belphie to wake up, but just like the Avatar himself, his sin was unpredictable. 

When this happens, it’s up to Belphie and his sleep-addled mind, often fresh off nightmares, to trust his feet to bring him to the kitchen where Beel is waiting.

And like a line in a script, he is there.

“Hi, Beel” His tongue and mouth manage to work to form coherent words, the feeling of tiredness always stands by him, and in a way that makes it and his brother similar both some of his closest friends, that would never leave no matter what he did.

“Hello Belphie I didn’t know you’d be up, sorry” And then there’s Beel who from Belphie’s world seems so perfect but that’s probably not true, is it? He’s a people pleaser through and through. For a passing moment, Belphie wants to give this idea more thought but on second thought what could he even do to help his brother? 

So instead of trying to start a conversation that needs to be had and break the serenity of the kitchen and stir up his relationship with his brother, it’s simply better to look at whatever Beel has cooked up and snack.

He doesn’t get enough to eat anyways

I seriously need to write a whole developmental piece for Belphie because he brings so many concepts even though I am kinda mean to him in my fics lol. Belphie is a character who dosen’t like change, routine is important and he finds comfort in it, he will do anything to keep stability, hide truths, murder, anything. That’s rlly fun to play with lol.

Are you ready for tomorrow? Last day, I made it queer!

[ahxiang]

mkay i dont get why autistic ppl usually have headphones/gen

it might be bc i have hearing loss so everything is quiet but rlly is there a reason?/nm

there is! tysm for asking, kind anon. also ty for using tone indicators! it makes me happy to see ppl use them bc while i personally can usually tell when ppl on the internet are joking or genuine, they do help me fully understand and most importantly i love using tone indicators bc it alleviates my anxiety of being misinterpreted. anyway, to the question at hand!

to understand the headphones thing we have to go back to that concept i spoke abt earlier abt autism being a Too Much Disorder. once again, the scientific definition of the autism spectrum is a range of neurodevelopmental conditions generally characterized by difficulties in social interactions and communication, repetitive behaviors, intense interests, and unusual responses to sensory stimuli. the thing about autistic brains is that they are essentially wired differently, causing some advantages and disadvantages. the disadvantages include issues with interpreting and organizing stimuli, as well as our senses being heightened. (which can be both a disadvantage and advantage)

because of the nature of the autism spectrum, our difficulties with sensory input plus our heightened senses make us very susceptible to something called sensory overload. this is when we get so overwhelmed by stimuli that we begin to freak out, be uncomfortable and/or in pain, and sometimes completely shut down. the stereotypical autistic meltdown you see of a little boy crying and screaming in public is usually caused by the sensory overload of all the sounds, movement, lights, and other stimuli in the environment. much like when wyw freaked out when she witnessed her client's death, being overstimulated can lead to the same distress.

on top of this, some autistic people, like my ex-gf for example, have something called misophonia. it is a disorder of decreased tolerance to specific sounds or their associated stimuli. it's a more specific and intense sensory issue that deals exclusively with sounds. for my ex-gf, the sound of chewing was a Bad Sound. even just seeing ppl eat on tv with the sound muted distressed her bc her brain supplied the sound. certain percussion was bad for her too and she couldn't listen to music she loved as her misphonia got worse.

some autistic ppl without misophonia, like me, don't necessarily have specific sounds that are bad even when just reminded of their existence. but we are more sensitive to bad sounds or volume of sounds. y'know how everyone hates nails on a chalkboard? many autistic ppl feel that way about a plethora of sounds. like i don't like the sound of silverware being used on glass or porcelain, so i use plastic whenever possible. but it can also be about how loud sounds are. like when wyw covered her ears and became distressed when a leafblower was turned on nearby. it can also just be abt the amount of sounds, too. lots of autistic ppl hate being in public because of the sheer number of overlapping noises. it’s not necessarily that the noises are bad or loud, but that there are so many that they overwhelm us. 

and the worst part of it all is that these bad sounds, volumes, or amounts can change. one day i might be totally fine hearing silver cutlery and another day i might feel like i'm dying when i do. sometimes i'll be fine hearing sounds in public, but then i start getting sensory overload because of the amount of noise and sounds/volumes that were okay just a minute ago become worse and worse. for example, today i was taking things out of my storage unit to move into my new apartment. i was completely fine with the jingling of the keys, the rumbling of the storage unit door, and the light clanging of my furniture against each other. but then the cart i used to haul stuff back to my car made the most horrendous noises and suddenly everything was awful. i clamped my hands over my ears while pushing the cart and almost had a meltdown when i returned to close the door and it made loud, metal noises. i was fine one minute and the next i was overwhelmed and suddenly nothing was okay.

so! a preventive measure autistic ppl take so they don't go into sensory overload is using headphones. usually they're noise cancelling headphones but some people also like to play music or soothing sounds. so wyw wears headphones whenever she’s outside or in public and, correct me if i’m misremembering, plays whale sounds to soothe herself. i personally don't use headphones cause i can't afford noise cancelling ones, but earbuds playing music work pretty well! sometimes i have the issue of them not blocking out sounds well enough so when i play music it’s overwhelming, but they work well enough. now, i know headphones were your question, but this concept applies to other senses as well!! it’s sensory overload, not audio overload after all. autistic ppl can often be sensitive to light, especially rapidly changing ones or artificial ones. personally, i wear sunglasses outside even when it’s cloudy because i get very overwhelmed by sunlight. if not, i squint too much and then it’s a safety hazard, especially when i drive. so i’m always using sunglasses. some autistic people wear gloves in public to avoid touching Bad Textures, some of us actively avoid certain foods, etc, etc. 

so yeah! hope that helped and as always remember that autism is a spectrum that causes different people to experience different symptoms in different ways!

[blood-bound]

5.), 9.) and 23.) for the song asks!

(song that has to be played LOUD) Sorry the best way to listen to this song is loud in the car so u can yell the lyrics rlly loud

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(song that makes you happy)

So this question made me realize that. even my happy songs have associations that make them like bitterwsweet in some way but like in a good way i want music to make my hurt Ough. BUT and ok personal Time this is me n my bf's Song so it makes me happy even if its not like a super happy song

-

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

UUUhhh this is hard because im pretty self conscious abt music taste but uhm.

cause i think she should be more popular!

[unidentifiable-body]

Oh things about Cassandra? Hmm well maybe a few questions;

1- what kind of hobbies does he have? (I feel like he'd be a good dancer ngl)

2- what kind of relationships would they have with characters they've probably never met (think the bird directors + mafia town characters)

3- what's his love language totally not for fluff reasons nooo *stares*

Also bonus question; what other kind of romantic ships would be interesting with Cassandra (like what kind of dynamic could he have with somebody else)

Sorry of these aren't good questions or things u wanna talk 'bout heheho,,,

YIPPEEEEE IM SUPER HAPPY BY THESE QUESTIONS!!!

•Again, Like I said before, he likes sewing, music,and stargazing, And YES HE LOOOOOOOVES DANCING!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE SOSOSOS MUCH OMG- HE ALSO ADORES SINGING OBVI!!!!

•Wwwweeeelllll! With the Mafia it would be bad, he would be so funkin' intimidated by them and there buff stature he would probably be bullied relentlessly 😨

•Goofy and him would be great friends since they both have intense anxiety and could bond over that!!! I also hc Goofy to be a violinist and Cassy being all like "omg rEALLY?!?!-"

•Alessandro *My MB* would laugh at his face and call him mean words in italian....Cassandra would just be there like ":(????-"

•DJ Grooves would try to pep talk him into being more confident!!! "Now, Listen here dahlin'- you are a glimmerin' STAR! And you need to FLAUNT your shinyness into the REAL WORLD!" Cassandra being like "u...uhmnoimokaythankyouthough-"

•Conductor would info dump abt his train im sorry he LOVES that thing- *Conductor is autistic in my au!!!!* And Cassy would happily listen along "OHOH LAD HER DESIGN WAS OL' MADE UP BY ME, 40 YEAR AGO I WAS DREAMIN' UP O' GRAND SCHEME TO BE A MOVIE STAR AN' TRAIN CONDUCTERRRR, AND SO-" *Cassandra taking notes*

•Cooking Cat being so tender n loving w him......like a mom...."Oh its quite alright puddin' there aint no need for you to be so anxious im verry glad to meet you :3" CASSANDRA CASUALLY SOBBING FROM HER SWEETNESS

•Nope. Would not even TOUCH Nyakuza metro. Nuh uh. Not happening. Loud noises? People talking? GANGS??? Nope. Not stepping foot there.

•Alpine Skyline? Could not get up there. Sorry he's not exactly a fan of very high heights *which is utter Irony-*

•HIS LOVE LAUNGUAGE IS TOUCH. IF HE FREQUENTLY TOUCHES YOU HE FEELS VERY CLOSE TO YOU. ITS ALSO GIFT GIVING. HE'LL GIVE THE PEOPLE HE CARES THE MOST ABOUT GIFTS ALOT.

•WELL, YOU COULDN'T SHIP CASSANDRA WITH REALLY ANYBODY OTHER THAN THE PRINCE *CAUSE HE'S GAY AND 17* BUT YOU COULDN'T REALLY SHIP MOONJUMPER/DEAD CASSY WITH ANYBODY CAUSE HES NINE MILLION+ YEARS OLD AND AGAIN, GAY. SO IDRK!!!

THANK U 4 ASKING THESE R RLLY FUN!!!!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary146

2/7-8/2024

wednesday - thursday

off tomorrow, and tonight is my friend's birthday.

my friend, the girlfriend of my other friend. i'm not going though. it's just not a good time, i guess. i feel bad about it, like pretty bad, i hope she's having a good time, but too much is going on rn, scary or whatever, i need to keep everything stable for myself, if i don't work will get worse. i'm just nervous at these early stages, idk what i can really get away with.

anyway, i'm really in love with this music video:

it might be smarter than the song, it's a really good bit of filmmaking honestly, i love the script, the bit where the lusty cameraman goes "how many girls you been with," and the subject goes "a bunch..." and then the guy is like "lucky ladies," and the way the obvious lust and the subject interact, it's not a clear cut relation, there's a strange giving and taking, it's very dirty and weird, and the sadness passing over/through the man being objectified, it's so strange. it feels pretty unique to me.

did something weird, i just listened to the whole cocoron ost, i haven't thought about this game in a very long time. i discovered it because of eversion, an early internet horror game, it's like an nes platformer with BLOOD and DEATH and it's actually really cute and good, i think the game is super awesome actually, it really inspired me as a kid, when i watched a playthrough of it. anyway, that game lifts the cocoron ost, and i watched a playthrough of cocoron as a kid, i wanna play it now kinda, might be good. nes music rlly is cool, sometimes, they tried a lot of weird stuff, it makes sense a lot of people heard that and decided to make it like, grindcore/punk eventually, the noises are so piercing at times, it kind of begs to be screamed over, + the inherent sarcasm in doing that, and then it also sorta overlaps w/ the whitebelt stuff, weirdness of tones when creating music, weirdly colorful sounds for fucked up loud music.

for instance:

i've posted this before i think but this song is great, i love it so much. and i love the color. a perfect aesthetic touch point for me.

another fun one:

i also started looking at spritesheets tonight, just cuz it seemed fun, in the cocoron ost desc the uploader linked a site w/ sprite rips. reminds me of when i was ripping stuff out of ps1 and dreamcast games. i got a lot of stuff out of one game, sengoku turb on dreamcast, i should put some of that here, really cute artstyle i think, one of my fav looking games ever:

crazy looking game, i'm glad it has a sequel out there, also on dreamcast, they seem like pretty obtuse and random games, i miss the whole feverdream thing that could come out on consoles, illbleed, stretch panic is another similar game to me, even katamari on some level, though it's also way indebted to some other stuff, and killer7 is also in the maybe similar but i understand its particular history way better i think, the angura movement in japan offering a kind of springboard for the game's design i feel like, where it absorbs old forms and sticks them right beside the 'new,' as many of those plays had done, to channel something strange, to bring forth the negative and inconclusive, or maybe not inconclusive, just concluding things positivist works could not arrive at.

after finishing wiseblood i am unsure what to begin reading, i have discipline & punish beside me now, the foucault book, but maybe i need to stick with fiction, and just do agua viva by lispector. that might be good... we'll see. also quibbling over if i should try mixing a bit tonight.

also, we finally have real wifi, and it's like the old place, i am happy with it, it's pretty fast and stuff, so that's good.

all the videogame and nes music talk is making me think about how loud i've made the chip synths in my songs, and if i want them to be more prominent or not. it shouldn't be too big a deal, as long as they're there enough, you know.

now i am looking at closet child...dangerous, cuz i will get my heart broken over something i don't get but idk.. soon i really may be able to buy something, and then i will be sooo happy.

i am opening ableton now, i should do my night routine now and try and get the mix right quickly and just go to bed.

i did it, and there's just a couple things that i think i'll end up having to do to that song, cut some lows in the vocals, just a tiny bit more, and drop by 1-2b, raise the left channel guitar up by 1 db, and then maybe cut some of the low lows in the bass. that should do it on that song i think, but i might decide to just come back to it after the full listen w/ the rest of the songs to hear it in context. that leaves 3 more songs on this list, i should try and get them as right as possible, and then listen to the album, w/ some of the new songs i've got with vocals laid down, which there's a few, actually, and then i will see what i need to do, if any songs should be cut, anything like that, and if there's room for anything else. what there isn't room for, or even whatever there is, i need to go and write down the names of the project files i need to finish, just so i can mess with them sooner or later, maybe an ep of stuff i'm still attached to, and stuff.

but i am beat now,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[decayaway2007]

god help meeee

srsly idk why this always happens basically my mum came into my room asking for my school dress and i opened the door and gave it to her, and she asked like why do i always have  the lights off i just said i like it when its dark. THENNN she went full on screaming/ranting about how im demonic, and there únclean’’ spirits inside of me and that im letting evil stuff take over me just alot weird crap, this always happens since shes now ‘christian’’ shes says shes chrisitain but she doesnt act like it at all honestly. yeah so since she was screaming rlly loud i just turned on some music so i wouldnt have to hear her and it wsnt that loud.

then she starts saying im listenign to demonic music, it was literally japan by yotclub u can listen to it and see how mental she is for thinking that.  THENNN she full on starts trying to smash the door down to get into my room, i just told her to leave me alone please and she full on started screaming that im disrespectful or smt idk why she says but yeah. then she starts screaming for my dad to come she probably told him so weird crap abt what i did so he starts screaming to open the door then he gets this key to unlock it or smt. yeah i get upset rlly easy so i was pretty screaming/crying to leave me alone, so i just had to sit in the corner of my room. i was honestly getting rlly upset and out of control but honestly i didnt say anything offensive to them at all besides ‘’leave me alone please and stop’’ and they went ballistic. my dad kinda cooled down and left but my mum was still screaming again saying i was ungrateful and complain all the time.

LIKE HONESTT HOW!!!??!?! i literally never said anything to her like ever, i bet if i asked her to give an exmaple she wouldnt have anything to say, since i basically stay in my room, study, play videos, draw, make food and repeat.THEN she was saying i act depressed and crap WHEN I LITERALLY DONT!??!?!?!?! like srsly they think just because im more introverted im acting depressed or smt, honestly ive never been good at expressing emotions either to littel or too extreme so when im happy i dont look that happy, they expect me to act like a cartooon character or smt when im happy i dont get it.

then my dad was complaining abt how i didnt sya goodnight to him last night when dude u didnt say it too me either i dont get why he is complaining its not like i have a meltdown when mum never ever says goodnight to me anymore.

ALSOO this is the worst part and genuinely kinda hurts i just feel like my mum likes my brother way more sometimes like during the midst of that argument like she starts jokingly talking to my brother and then continues screaming at me also just in general everytime she talks to me her tone harsheness and not like i can point it out to anyone cause they wil just defend her. i just srsly as pathetic as this seems wish my mum expressed that she loved me more like how she does with my brother. And honestly she always says its because hes more repesctful and loving to her but he always says crap to her way more than me and gets away with it bcs its fricken him, if i said that she wouldnt talk to me for days properly, i just cant stand it sometimes, like once i begged my brother to call my mum to ask for cookies cause i knew she would probs say yes to him, but he made me talk so asked her for them and she said i had like sugar cravings and eat too much, AND WHEN she answered the call she was like my brothers name very happily and when i said hi she was just like ‘’oh yeah OC what do u want’’ its just things like that, which make it obvious how she feels abt me sometimes.

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Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)