#song is oil and water by incubus

[horrorknife]

babe, this wouldn't be the first time it will not be the last time there's no parasol that could shelter this weather

[cerezzzita]

— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PLAXONDRY: the mix of introspective nostalgia, sadness, and calmness felt when listening vaporwave and its related genres.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

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[rosespirit]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Yay!

Day of the Dreamer - Renaissance

Oil and Water - Incubus

Curse My Name - Blind Guardian

Spread Your Fire - Angra

Field of Hopes and Dreams - Deltarune OST

[mayahawkse]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

hello!! ty!

matilda - harry styles

august - flipturn

i will always - the cranberries

sextape - deftones

oil and water - incubus

[batgirlsay]

Green and Gold

For Obiyuki Madness 2022 “Fake Relationship” by @snowwhite-andtheknight 

Trope type themes were more difficult than I expected... so this playlist ended up being “10 Seconds Later” Version 2 after looking at the songs I had compiled since the last round of playlists. The title represents their eyes in that fateful fake stare and other lyrics with color and eye imagery throughout. Most songs are rediscovered Incubus songs to fit the prompt and I borrowed a few songs from my original Matt Pond Obi playlist to fill in the blanks.

Green Eyes- Joseph Imperfect- Matt Pond Stopping- Matt Pond Release Me- Mae Oil and Water- Incubus Black Heart Inertia- Incubus Neither of Us Can See- Incubus If Not Now, When?- Incubus

 Summary lyrics are cited after the cut:

Green Eyes- Joseph

Those green eyes are my green light

I'm ready for the fall, if you know me at all You know I don't need lights to decide I'm not changing my mind

We could both play the pretender Circling round this parking lot

Imperfect- Matt Pond PA

The leaves came with a turning twist From leaves upon the floor The heart skips with a crashing fall Leave us always wanting more

The pulse picks up inside the dark When the bells break in the woods Our eyes so wide they give off light You've never looked so good

Imperfect, that's the way we want it

May all our scars Be signs of how truly far we have come

Stopping- Matt Pond PA

If I could stop Don't you think I'd stop? If I could write you off Wouldn't I stop writing to you?

My memory goes around the bend Can't track start and I can't make it end Fawn stays undaunted in the headlights

I won't jump any walls I won't cut through the thick I will stay on my side

Your white tail bolts into the dark Heart's in your throat And your throat's in your heart Fawn is off in the wilderness

I know you won't belong Not to me, not to me I believed for so long

Close my eyes Never see

Softly say turn it off forever

Release Me- Mae

Grey clouds they infiltrate As every move you make Gets me closer to clarity

Could you be the one to release me Waiting for your love to free me

A torrential downpour The potential for more Cease to fight this tension that Ignites us here in the dark Cause tension causes friction And this friction leads to spark

Oil and Water- Incubus

You and I are like oil and water And we've been trying to mix it up

I've been smiling with anchors on my shoulders And I've been dying to let them go

Babe, this wouldn't be the first time It will not be the last time There is no parasol that could shelter this weather

Black Heart Inertia- Incubus

Walking alone tonight Cause I've only got room for two Me and my burdened black heart It's all we know how to do

Pulled by a false inertia Pushed out by circumstance

Here I am, first foot of the climb Watch me go Lover, can you help me? I'm a child lost in the woods A lit path eludes me

You're a mountain that I'd like to climb Not to conquer, but to share in the view You're a bonfire and I'm gathered 'round you Set this old black heart inertia aflame

Neither of Us Can See- Incubus

I am one big walking chemical reaction A buzzing hive of self synopsis and nascent self perception Isn't it disdainful and curious That both of us think we know everything

We both have pains We both have eyes Neither of us can see

One in the same Two of a kind And neither of us can see

If Not Now, When?- Incubus

I have waited, dined on ashes Swung from chandeliers and climbed Everest And none of it's got me close to this

I've waited all my life If not now, when will I?

We've been good, even a blast, but Don't you feel like something's missing here? Don't you dare

Stand up and face the bright light Don't hide your eyes It's time

[delibird-catboi]

Tag music game

Tagged by @lingonberryjamistakenwhat

Rules: make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

F- Fragile - Tatsuro Yamashita

R- Radio/Video - System of a Down

A- Acts of Man - Midlake

G- Gematria(The Killing Name) - Slipknot

I- I Appear Missing - Queens of the Stone Age

L- Lloraras - Los Terricolas

E- Ecailles de lune, pt 1 - Alcest

A- ...And the Great Cold Death of The Earth - Agalloch

L -Lights In the Sky-NIN

B- Best Friends - The Weeknd

U- Unhealer - Ihsahn feat. Mikael Akerfeldt

M- Mi Sono Innamorato Di Te - Luigi Tenco

E- Everyone's In Love With You - David Byrne

D- Deadhead - Devin Townsend Band

I- Ice Cream Man - Blur

T- Tempest - Deftones

I- Itotiani - Chicano Batman

O- Oil and Water - Incubus

N- Nana - Kikagaku Moyo

I'm too lazy to tag that many people plus I don't have that many mutuals LMAO but I'm tagging a few

@kodorki @fancycolours @rogersgarden @animuprince

[ramblinguitar]

🎧🎶..

Hey sure thing!

This is also a good like “3am” song lol actually all their music is.

Bonus :

Thanks for the ask!

Send me an 🎧 and I’ll put my music on shuffle!

[lucysweatslove]

So I was using Chosic and found some OLD playlists that don't even show up on my Spotify account now.

I present to you my playlist titled: Sept 30, 2011: Dear Professors, Love Lex

Failure - A Sunny Day in Glasgow

Under Pressure - Queen

Come On, This Shit is Getting RIDICULOUS - Bomb the Music Industry!

Know Your Rights - The Clash

Everything Sucks - Reel Big Fish

Vicarious - Tool

Expectations - Belle & Sebastian

Rainbow In The Dark - Dio

Your Guys (I Hate 'Em) - Reel Big Fish

Taste The Pain - RHCP

How High - John Frusciante

I've Got Enemies In High Placed - The Arrogant Sons of Bitches

No One Loves Me & Neither Do I - Them Crooked Vultures

Go Home - Eliza Doolittle

Best of You - Foo Fighters

Undone -- The Sweater Song - Weezer

Time Tonight - John Frusciante

Feel Good Hit of the Summer - Queens of the Stone Age

Uprising - Muse

Crack the Skye - Mastodon

Kill the Revolution - Rage Against the Machine & Tool

You Won't Change Me - Black Sabbath

Oil and Water - Incubus

Under The Bridge - RHCP

Time Rings Out - John Frusciante

Hourglass - Squeeze

Emptiness - John Frusciante

Millions - The Bear Quartet

Out Of My Hands - Dave Matthews Band

Sunrise, Sunset - Bright Eyes

Twisted Logic - Coldplay

17 yo me thought I was so clever, I bet.

[softsweetsuffering]

OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

[wizardvibes]

just vibing

Songs for the M9, cause god I wish I had enough to make a playlist for each character...but alas, I am picky with music.

Beau: 

Youth by Daughter

Do you want to fight me by Venus Hum

Headlock by Imogen Heap

Weapon by Bastille / Angel Haze / F*U*G*Z / Braque

I'm not crying, you're not crying, are you? by Dear and the Headlights

Queen of peace by Florence + The Machine

Caduceus: 

Meet me in the woods by Lord Huron

Moth’s Wings by Passion Pit

Hey Brother by Will Joseph Cook

Caleb: 

First and Last Waltz by Nickel Creek

Doom Days by Bastille

Blue Blood by Foals

Waiting for the end by Linkin Park

Would that I by Hozier

Oil and water by Incubus

Fjord:

Sleepwalk by Forrest Day

Lying Beast by Run River North

Carry on my wayward son by Kansas

Jester:

Blueberry by Manatee Commune

Face My Fears by Utada Hikaru 

Semaphore by Flock of Dimes

Underwater by Millie Turner

Miracle by Galantis & Bali Bandits

Molly:

Elephant Bones by That Handsome Devil

Roads Untraveled by Linkin Park

Nott:

Nothing is Safe by clipping.

Sheila by Jamie T

Body by Mother Mother

Jealous of the moon by Nickel Creek

Yasha:

Notos by The Oh Hellos

I Was Married by Tegan and Sara

Night running by Millie Turner

[thevoidwriting]

Game set match, chess oh all I heard was chest.

It was a beautiful day, sun high, Valent just put the house beach side really nothing could fuck this up.

But then you heard the cheery ring, "darling it's game time my little flower bloom." He waved you over with a wink.

"ok but I get to chose this time, last time it was hide and go fuck." You sigh fed up, what did you really expect he is an Incubus.

You look at the games on the shelves, an old looking one stands out, ordently carved, beautiful beyond belief.

"this one I think ." You pick it up and see it's an old chess board. Weird he never said anything about this normally he love to brag about his collection of old trinkets and such.

You wave him over, he smiles. "So you've chosen, what is it, oh that old thing I can't remember the last time I played." He could but it was to painful.

"it's a chess board, maybe we could play get our minds a work out instead of our bodies this time." You hope this works, probably not but it was worth a try. "Or we could do both strip chess. That way both of us can be happy (Y/N) think you get a mental workout and I get fed win win." So much for that ideas Valent just had to put that in there, or I could win and not fuck him. Big gamble but it might work.

As you set up the board you noticed that it's not black and white pieces but rather Ruby and sapphire pieces, damn this is a fancy board.

He looks fondly at the set "I know that look, one of my darlings made that for me before he realized that forever was to long and walked out of the garden, I miss Dame sometimes." He pet the board.

"That's kinda sweet in it's own right." After I finished setting it up I asked red or blue he picked blue, since red went first, so I moved my pawn forward and stared the game as it progressed I realized I suck compared to him, I mean he's older than dirt but still I would like to think that I have some skill but it's a losing battle I'm in my panties and he's only lost his shirt.

"Check mate, well blossom, you know what time it is. F-e-e-d-i-n-g time~" smug bastard.

So I accept defeat, but ask one question, "why do you only feed from me, why not anyone else?", He moved his head from side to side via tilting. "Because from the moment you entered my garden I could love no one else and because I get a bigger boost of energy." With that he pulled me into his lap and kinda held me for a sec before carrying me off into to bedroom, damn his strength and damn that it's a turn on.

"are you going to feed or just carry me around." I snap cause after ever feeding or breeding session I end up sleeping for 16 hours.

He just hummed and placed me on the bed. Then started to strip him self which wasn't much just a pair of blue sweats. His dick was about 13 inches fully erect and it was about 9.5 inches thick not to easy to take with out prep or even with prep but he has his ways.

After he was done getting the nessassry gear (lube, ball gag if I scream to much, lotion, oils for after care, snacks and bottles of water), he got to removing the rest of my cloths, my bra and panties, then I was as bare to him as I was the day I was born.

"Sweetie you look amazing like this but I think you'll look better fucked silly." There it was the fucking hearts were back in his eyes telling me that he was low on energy to keep human form.

So he started to kiss me and not gonna lie it was kinda nice, our teeth clicked a few times, I bit his lip when I needed air he just kinda moaned but knew what meant, so he started to kiss around my face starting with my cheeks to my ears then my jaw line, he kept going till he hit my color bone to make up (not that his other marks have gone away yet.).

After he was satisfied with the new bloomed points he went to where he bit you to mark you as his and bit down hard enough to draw blood to remark you.

"You look amazing with my bite on you." You could do nothing but moan his pheromones was doing something to your brain. As he moved down to your chest he started to play with your titties starting with the left, taking it in his mouth to play with, nibbling and sucking it once it's nice and perky he moves to the right going the same treatment.

Then moves his left hand down to your slick pussy to check if your ready for the next step and to no surprise you are, so we gathers some slick and starts to play with your clit causing you to moan way to loud and move your hand to cover your mouth or try to the second he sees you try nope his tail grabs your wrists and binds them in place.

"Don't cover your sounds dearest they are too wonderful.~" he's teasing again but you really don't care cause he's moving his fingers to penetrate you, beginning with just his middle till theres no trouble then two and angles it just right to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing spots.

Then goes back to kissing you as if he's not building that knot steadily tighter and trying to make it snap without eating you out not that he'd skip that part.

You end up pulling away as you feel that knot release and bite him on his shoulder as not to scream out as your fluid gushes out on to his hand and bed. You look dazed and blissed out, "really only after that your dazed well will have to make it over stimulationed then." He moves down to your soaked cunt and bares a hungry grin.

Valent pokes he's tongue out to taste your sweet nectar, he hums out happily this is what he wanted and needed, so he drives right on to opening you up with his flexible appendage. Still humming that unknown song so it vibrates with in you so all you do is babble about it's too much or to go deeper honestly your are kinda lost and he's just enjoying his time with you before your reasonable mind comes back and you smack him with a pillow.

But due to your first orgasm of the night your sensitive and your next is just around the corner he can feel the inner walls tighting on his tongue and then the wonderful knot snaps and drinks the nectar you give him with gusto. "Break." You whisper, he nods and grabs a bottle of water for you to hydrate and tells you to sip slowly as he preps himself, a copus amount of lube on his cock, he works it up and down slowly so all you hear is 'pap pap pap' kinda soothing in away.

After you finish your water he just looks at you wiggles his eyebrows and smirks. "Are ya ready darling?" He asks even though your going to say no not yet and he does it anyway, so he get between your thighs and messages them lightly, he grabs his dick and thrusts it's in half way letting you get used to that before he put the rest in as he waits he idly plays with your tits and says this of all things, "you know I think we should have a kid it would be cute you know." How is he not affected I can barely think straight and hes just popping off like we're watching TV.

Before I could finish that thought he thrusts the rest of the way in I could feel him against my curvix, once again he waited thank the gods, this time he didn't pop off and let me breathe after about 5ish minutes he started to move, he made damn sure most of my "oml spots" were hit which made it harder to think and all I was at this point was a breathing cocksleeve. Which did nothing but moan and try to milk him for all he's worth and I'm not even mad this time.

The gentle paps were back but they were getting louder and so was the buzzing in my head, he decided to go faster and somehow breeched my womb and do to his pheromones I ended up cumming and i came hard it gushed on his stomach and cock, the bed was now soaked and that tiped him over the edge and I felt thick, hot creamy lquid inside of me and I kinda criged a bit he laughed at that and let me go (not that I could move with jelly legs Valent) and got more water and snacks then laid down next to me.

"Not my best work but three orgasm is the minimum. You are going to drink this bottle then eat something then you can sleep." He said and winked, the after care started with that I did as he said and then just tucked myself to his chest. "Night Valent." I yawned.

"good night darling, love you so much."

[spamzineglasgow]

(ESSAY) In Defence of Sleaze: On Baxter Dury’s Miami by Sarah Fletcher

In this timely essay, Sarah Fletcher riffs on what sleaziness means, especially in the murky expanse of quarantine. Taking musician Baxter Dury as a case study and musing on themes of charm, permission, bodily consciousness and the everyday, Fletcher explores the weird and pleasurable contradictions of reclaiming the sleazy vibe.

> In the past weeks, I have felt hygienic but never clean. Everyday objects now carry hidden vectors of threat, and I’m conscious of how many unseen things are touching my skin. Wifi. Electricity. Radiowaves. Other people’s breath, maybe. 3G. 4G. Various smells. This is obviously ridiculous (and scientifically unsound), but this thought has also made me restless and caused me to feel I am marching into the future with the resistance of a body trudging through water. My mind’s been repeating and re-appropriating Frances Leviston’s poem ‘Incubus’, about sexual assault, as a mantra for the quarantine age: “A crime requires a perpetrator/To put in the dock, to accuse or defend,/To finish the plot, but there’s nobody here./…They’ve learned to walk through walls.”.

> Music has been one of the nicest things. It’s able to tune and untune time from slow to fast and back again. It’s also become an organising facet for my day: I play a song to get out of bed. I play a song while I take my state mandated walk with my dog. I listen to music while I cook. One morning, my calendar notified me of a concert I’d bought tickets for: March 25th, Baxter Dury, O2 Forum Kentish Town. I spent that night inside. Baxter Dury probably did too.

> Baxter Dury’s a singer and, to get it out of the way, the son of Ian Dury of Blockhead fame. His single ‘Miami’ first got my attention, with its synths that are so sweet they almost hurt your teeth, fumbling and hypnotic bass-line, and music video where pot-bellied Baxter is bathed in pink light and caresses one of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, the type of caress that really makes you think about fingerprints. It’s ‘chorus’ is the cocky-ominous brag of ‘I’m Miami’. The song is one of the sleaziest things I’ve heard, which made me fall in love with it. I listened to his newly released album ‘The Night Chancers’, and it was exactly as I’d hoped: the sort of music that, like electricity and wifi, made its presence on my skin uncomfortably aware. The album makes me want to take a hot shower (in a good way). Sleazy.

> I’ll be honest here. I relate to the overt, bleeding-heart ridiculousness of sleaze. I have been a confidante of sleazesters and a lover of sleazesters; I have probably made myself so embarrassing and wonderful in equal measure as to have possibly been one of the few sleazy women existing in the world for a night or two. I should quickly emphasise here what fascinates me is a benign sleaziness. Of course, sleaziness can also be a veil by which men can be excused for behaviour that genuinely makes women uncomfortable or is even straight up harmful. All too familiar is the avuncular party-goer who is simply dismissed with: oh, that’s just [NAME]. We all know he’s a bit ‘like that’.

> The sleaziness I like — and that embodied in Baxter Dury’s music — is that which is unable to afford “the nice stuff” but will dish out for a downgraded parody of “the nice stuff”, no matter how ridiculous. Off brand liqueurs when beer would probably be nicer, and even cheaper. ‘Sleazy’ reminds me of the year I drank Martini Asti to feel fancy. Even worse, it was absolutely delicious. Anything that is “decadence on discount” has the scope to be sleazy. A lot of sleazy things were straightforwardly high-end until the masses got their hands on them, and they become tinged with dirtied sexual suggestion. Strawberries and cream. Satin sheets. Having a mirror as a wall. To be sleazy is to reclaim the spoiled hand-me-downs of the decadent shits who don’t even have the good sense to enjoy them properly in the first place. This is different than simply being cheap: sleaziness is the way that you enjoy things, and you carry that with you, no matter how much dough you have. Dutch still lives are windows into sleazy pasts with their strong cheeses, dead fish and ominous flies. It’s splashing out, and splashing over, always in a town near you.

> Sleazy is charming, but you wouldn’t want to take a photograph with it. In fact, you want to probably check there is absolutely no documentation that you met at all, despite the fact you laughed the hardest you have in years. It has a levity and swagger that seedy leaves at the door. It’s probably harder to be sleazy if you’re conventionally attractive. If you can wink, though, you’re already halfway there. Sleazy is always slipping between the slim margin of ‘tacky’ and ‘camp’. Camp is playful and aware of its artifice; to recognise camp when you see it is to be part of an inside joke. Tacky is embarrassing and unintentional, but tender in its earnestness. Tacky, at the end of the night, doesn't want to get so drunk it won’t be able to charm you to the hotel room. These humours muddy and melt in sleaze: bad puns. The pick-up line. Even a badly timed dad joke can fall victim.

> I asked twitter to name some sleazy things and got a gorgeous cornucopia of artefacts. Chest hair. Hot tub people. Overexposed photography. Cocaine. Hot tubs in private residences. Tia Maria. Dating younger women. Pomeranians. Miami.

> Purple is a sleazy colour. Even more so knowing it used to denote royalty. Libertarians are sleazy: so much shiny permissiveness with absolutely no sense.

> The joy of listening to Baxter Dury is, of course, that it can make a few minutes of my life sordid, and I can control when and how I return back to my current, hygienic-but-not-clean world. Sleazy is good for a night, a holiday, or a four minute song… but to start at sleaziness is to doom yourself. More than even evil, Oliver!’s Fagan’s sleaziness makes him laughable and ineffective. The sleazy man is already drunk by the time the women arrive at the bar. To end at sleaziness is to accept defeat into a pantomime, all normal routes of life exhausted. Sleaziness is uncomfortable to sit with for too long, because we worry it’s the stock cube from which all desires and overtures diffuse. If you could distill all your love, all your true sexual energy, your charisma into a single thing…  what if the real meat of it was a man with a gold chain buried in his chest air, extravagantly smoking Benson & Hedges and holding a heart-shaped box of chocolate?

> I recommend you listen to Baxter Dury’s ‘The Night Chancers’ with a glass of day-old red wine in silk pyjamas at an uncomfortably early time, like 5:30 PM.

~

Text: Sarah Fletcher

Image: Pieter Claesz, Still Life with Herring, Wine and Bread, (Holland, 1596/1597-1660), 1647, Paintings, Oil on wood.

Published: 28/4/20

[femmedplume]

1-4

1: A song you like with a color in the title - Little Girl Blue by Nina Simone2: A song you like with a number in the title - Four Walls (The Ballad of Perry Smith) by Bastille3: A song that reminds you of summertime -Summertime the song is too easy, so I’mma say… Hang Me Up to Dry by Cold War Kids4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about - Oil & Water by Incubus

Send me music asks!

[bifacialler]

21 things about me and 21 tagged

I was tagged by @charlesdances! Yay!

Nickname/s: Ler / bifacial_ler

Zodiac sign: Aries

Heignt: 5′5″ / 165 cm

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Last thing I googled: Russian area codes on car plates

Fave music: honestly, all over the place - from folk and war songs, to neo-classical, to rock, to punk rock, soundracks, musicals, EDM - it’s less about the genre and performer and more about the song itself

Song stuck in my head: CHURCH by Fall Out Boy 

What I follow: Trollhunters stuff, Strange magic stuff, some pairings, people with art styles that speak to me, some good writers, art tutorial blogs

Followers: 501 on main, 24 on original oil paint blog and 88 on the naughty.

Do I get asks: Prompts, some cool bits on info

Amount of sleep: 8 hours sharp

Lucky numbers: 8, 23

What I’m wearing: jeans, t-shirt, green vest

Dream job: animation artist

Dream trip: Anywhere with someone who knows tons of stuff about the place. Also Nepal.

Favorite food: LYCHEES, mid-rare steak, sweat chilli crisps, properly steamed or roasted vegetables, SEBEH (which is the Armenian native wild sickleleaf or Falcaria Vulgaris, we make a mean vegetable dish out of it), salmon nigiri

Instruments: piano

Languages: Russian, English, French, a bit of German

Favorite songs: I have A LOT of those - anything by Florence Welch (and most importantly “Grace”, “Which Witch”, and “What the water gave me”), anything by Helavisa/Natalia O’Shea and her band (”Coisich, a rùin”, also her rendition of “The daughter of the Sea”, “Om Namah Shivaya”), Hanging D by Joep Beving, Digging by Kovacs,  Anna Molly by Incubus, Changed the Way You Kissed Me by Example, Rome by Susanne Sundfør and so on (and I’m not even touching the Russian segment of the list, Russian rock in particular, there needs to be a separate list)

Random fact: Apples need to be cut into pieces, always. I can cut them myself, they just need to be CUT. Into. Pieces. before consumption.

Aesthetic: brown leather jacket, at least one oil paint stain somewhere, chamomile tea, cigarettes, barefoot on hardwood floors, mid-spring (like April), cheekbones for EVERYONE, hair tussled in the wind

I tag: @creativenicocorner, @siffieleafy, @noprimroses, @megan0013, @dainesanddaffodils, @imthegingerninja, @suzie-guru, @magic-and-moonlit-wings, @megs-purgatory, @megamegaturtle, @mewwitch, @littleladybaker, @lost-paracosm, @avacado-dad-strickler, @kalajorn, @elizabethemerald, @tunafishprincess, @yavannah, @jatkate, @selenestrickler, @jupiter235

[stanza707]

You and I are like oil and water And we've been trying, trying trying Ohhhh, to mix it up.

[alivingstonseagull]

playlist meme

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs that pop up. Then choose 10 victims.

tagged by : @a-radioactive-platypus

1. Your Love is Extravagant - Casting Crowns

2. Gone Gone Gone - Bad Company

3. Oil and Water - Incubus

4. Garden - Needtobreathe

5. He Will Hold Me Fast - Keith and Kristyn Getty

6. Mansion - NF

7. Heartbreak Road - Bill Withers

8. The Boys Are Back In Town - Thin Lizzy

9. I See The Light - Tangled

10. Mojo Radio Gang - Parov Stelar

tagging: @arcticfoxlyfe @loveismygoal @nightcrawler-fan @spillywolf @consultingpolymath @jamminy-dodger @mynameis-notholly @under-the-arch @sidelinesofcode @simonxriley