#this gives me fresh spring vibes if that makes sense

[happyheidi]

ig: rosbyamshaw

[ur-dad-satan]

I know it's 8 am right now, HOWEVER, I have headcanons I need to get out of my brain before they're all I can think about... That being said: I have Obey Me! Headcanons about how I think the characters would smell. This is based on sleep deprived delusion and nothing else <3

I feel like most of the characters would wear some type of Cologne or perfume that perfectly encapsulates their personality or vibe. Like I know that's the purpose of Cologne/perfume but hear me out.

Luci would smell like some fancy Cologne with hints of vanilla and maybe even coffee. Not coffee breath, but maybe like his soap smells like coffee or Shea butter.

Mam would smell like an expensive Cologne with some really masculine scent like Cedarwood and like sea breeze or something. OR he would smell like men's deodorant and the smell of the two together would be intoxicating. (I'm getting off topic)

Contrary to popular belief, Levi would smell really good if not clean. Like he would probably smell like some type of soap and maybe sometimes some Ruri themed perfume for special occasions. Aside from that, he would just smell like soap. Maybe sea salt and something else.

Sat would also probably smell like a fancy cologne but I feel like he would also have like undertones of something familiar that you can't put your finger on. It's not indescribable, but it's so hard to pinpoint.

Asmo would smell like some type of fruit perfume or a delicate flower. I feel like he would also almost always use body glitter filled perfume/lotion for special events or when he felt extra pretty.

Beel probably wouldn't wear any perfume/cologne regularly but he never stinks. Not even when he's drenched in sweat; he actually kinda smells sweet. It's a subtle sweetness that you can only smell if he's close enough

Belphie also wouldn't wear cologne/perfume on a regular basis, but he also wouldn't stink. He would probably smell like fresh linens. He wouldn't quite smell like laundry detergent, but fresh sheets and pillowcases. It's a relaxing and comforting smell.

Dia would definitely smell like some fancy cologne. It's probably a gift from Luci that he likes to wear around him the most. I don't know why, but I get cinnamon vibes from him. Like his soap would be cinnamon scented and it gives a slight spice to his not quite savory cologne.

Barbs would smell like tea. He would do this on purpose. So no one can smell the bloodlust he feels for Solomon. I'm thinking like some type of green tea, jasmine tea blend with a hint of vanilla or something else sweet. He takes great pride in how he smells and loves when people complement him on it.

Luke would smell like cupcakes and icing. It's not just cause he's a kid or anything, but he goes out if his way to use sweet smelling products. He likes the way they make him feel and keep his skin soft. Everyone loves it. Not a single person complains.

Sim would smell like something natur-y like flowers or some type of tree. Maybe a nice spring day if that makes sense. This smell would mix with the smell of his deodorant -probably a pretty masculine smelling one- and be heavenly (no pun intended). He would know that he smells good but not how good he smells.

Solo would smell like a nice human world cologne. I feel like he would wear a basic deodorant and let his cologne do all the heavy lifting. It would be something like burning wood or like some type of ocean mist. (Y'all don't know how hard it was to not just tear Solomon a new asshole just then and IDK why)

Being mean to solomon under the line <3

Solomon would wear shower in a can and smell like fucking axe body spray. He almost certainly had a hippy phase in the 60s where he did a LOT of drugs and then he had an emo phase in the 2000s and can most definitely sing the entirety of Welcome to The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

[mykneeshurt]

hi!! happy new year!! 💗

I love ur writing, and I was thinking to drop this request;

so may request some hc’s of cod task force 141 (+ alejandro, könig, graves and rudy) :))

feel free to skip this if youre busy, just wondering, happy new year :)

Sorry this one took me some time, I got too in my head about it. It was so hard to not be bitchy to Graves lmfao, Soap is my favourite enjoy! SFW. Let me know if you want NSFW ones

Price 🥃

He supports Liverpool FC, no I won’t hear any different

His favourite non-alcoholic drink is ‘builders tea’

Glenfiddich 18 is his Whisky of choice

Favourite colour is khaki green

Is the father figure of the group, strong, reliable, approachable (everything my dad wasn’t lmfao, I still love him)

He wears a plain t-shirt pyjamas to bed, sleeps on his side, one arm under his head, absolutely snores

His favourite breed of dog is a Collie, or any working dog he can walk for miles for in the country side

He absolutely loves Bargain Hunt on TV

His favourite smell is fresh gingerbread

He’d make an excellent grandfather tbh

Soap 🧼

Despite being Scottish he supports Blackburn FC, an underdog (I refuse to comment on the Celtic vs Rangers, far too much history there. And I’m Welsh, it ent for me to say haah)

He absolutely loves winding the boys up about being English

His text tone is SCOTLAND FOREVVAAAA *aggressive bagpipes*

Soap 100% sleeps in the buff

His favourite dog would be a Labrador, nice active family friendly dog

He’s a chatterbox but a good listener when he needs to be, will often give some surprisingly good advice

He’s an iPhone wanker

Absolutely a mummy’s boy, would do anything for her - he’d love to pay off her mortgage for her

His favourite smell is the cheesy paws of his dog for real

He’s not a morning person, he loves a lie in when he can

Ghost 💀

Ghost supports Manchester City, he just gives me those vibes ok?

His favourite weather is rain/storms

When he’s home from a mission he’s a bath guy, he showers all the time on base, so when he’s home it’s hot ass bath with an audio book and his bourbon

He has two cats that his neighbour looks after when he’s away, two British blue shorthairs. Called Foxtrot and Whiskey

He also loves rabbits

He loves helping beginners at the gym

His favourite tv show is The Simpsons, something easy and colourful to watch to distract him from what he’s seen

He smells like Dior Suvage (anything musky and heavy)

He’s ambidextrous

He loves a cooked dinner, beef, roast potatoes, all the veg, stuffing and all the Yorkshire puddings

He’s got his tongue pierced, I’ve seen the fan art. You can’t tell me other wise.

Gaz 🇬🇧

He gives me Arsenal vibes, so he supports them

But also supports Chicago Bears in American Football

He’s gentle, reserved so he’d have a rat as a pet, highly intelligent

Fish and chips with curry sauce is his favourite meal, a proper British geeza

He smells fresh, think a bright spring day, fresh linen and cut grass

He loves the sunshine

He’s a keen gardener, grows his own herbs and vegetables

His house is spotless, minimalist, but has a huge book collection

He loves caramel lattes despite the banter from the boys, he has a sweet tooth

Loves meeting the boys down the pub on a Sunday for a carvery

Alejandro 🌹

He’s an excellent cook, his favourite hobby when not on a mission is trying out new recipes for Los Vaqueros

This man sleeps in silk sheets, tell me he doesn’t?

He’s fiercely loyal his country, he loves Mexico and is passionate about it through and through

He’s got a great sense of humour, enjoys making people laugh

He runs marathons for charity in his spare time

His favourite subject in school was history

If you’re sad this man gives the best hugs, he’ll make you a strong ass coffee and give one hell of a pep talk

His favourite smell is fresh cocoa beans, always stealing the nibs to eat

Him and Rudy have film nights with their families when they’re home

He’s 100% a girl dad, teaches her how to shoot with nerf guns in the garden

Rudy ❤️

He has a German Vizsla called Pollito, because her legs look like chicken drumsticks

He 100% has an android phone

He’s an armature photographer in his spare time, he loves nature

He and Alejandro have personalised ringtones for each other

His favourite food is Seafood paella

He owns a small farm, sells the produce to the local area, he loves animals

He once won a poetry competition

His favourite colour is orange

Sorry but he wears lynx Africa (I like it sue me)

He likes to game in his spare time, anything from farm simulator to RPGs

König 👑

He loves drawing, anything creative, he’ll draw/paint the Austrian countryside to de-stress

He grew up on a small farm in the Austrian mountains, he has a very close family

He doesn’t like large crowds, worried people stare at him because of his height, feels claustrophobic sometimes

He bites his nails when his hands aren’t busy or covered by gloves

He’s a cat guy 100%

He’s left handed, 100% a lefty but holds his gun right handed (its a struggle, I’m left handed)

He’d like a family one day, he’s got a lot of love to give

He smells like leather, sandalwood and vanilla

He loves eating raw cookie dough, vanilla and chocolate chip

He holds the record for the hardest punch in his home town

Graves 🇺🇸

His favourite holiday is July 4th, he does a huge fireworks display whenever he’s home

His favourite food is Gumbo

He smells like Paco Rabane Invictus

He’s got 3 Dobermans, whom he loves with all his heart. Ben, Jacob and Molly

He has a white picket fence - obviously

He doesn’t have a good relationship with his father, daddy forced him into the army to gain approval

He sleeps in red plaid pyjamas and has matching slippers

He’s fluent in French, he learnt it to pick up girls

He loves hiking in his spare time, with his 3 dogs

He runs support groups for veterans on a Thursday a local library

[slickchickchocolatier]

My Roommates Ex - Chapter 3

Chapter 3! Woohoo!

Pairings: You and Heeseung

Warnings: Uh yeah, this one has lots of smut. Unprotected sex, sexual dominance, maybe a hint/vibe of slight breeding kink and pain kinks. Not terribly so with this chapter, but future chapters...yeah we're going to have a talk about that.

Summary:

Months had passed since then, and Vicky transferred to a different school. She cut off her ties with Gabe and said goodbye to the girls as she embraced a newfound outlook in life.

You were shocked the day when she told you as you entered the dorm room to see her waiting on your bed, she greeted you with a smile and patted down on a pile of neatly folded clothes and accessories that laid on your bedspread next to her.

“I wanted to give these to you. I don’t need them anymore.” She looked up to you and smiled widely.

Though it was a nice gesture, you didn’t necessarily have the same taste as Vicky when it came to clothes and the number of accessories she used. The sense of fashion was very similar, but the fondness of wearing such revealing attire, especially daily, wasn’t your thing. A crop top here and there might have been okay, but you already knew that her gift was going to be unused.

Still, you accepted them graciously.

That’s when she informed you of her decision to transfer. She explained that after thinking about it, it was something she deeply yearned for. A fresh start.

Both you and the girls went with Vicky to the airport, giving her a proper send off. Everyone cried as they took turns hugging and sharing words. You were the last one to say goodbye to, but it felt like you were the one that Vicky wanted to hug the most, upon feeling the tight and prolonged squeeze of her embrace. Her words brought the tears to glaze over your eyes.

“As painful as it was, seeing Ethan finding happiness with someone else, was something that I needed to see. It was something that needed to happen, in order for me to be the person I truly want to be.” She smiles as she admits.

Those were her last words as you before she left for her terminal, waving widely towards you and the girls as she smiled.

Keeping in touch, many texts and phone calls were exchanged daily. You were always happy to hear that Vicky was doing well, she was becoming exceedingly happy. Changing her program while also making new friends, you felt immense joy for her. Especially at the mention of a certain young man she had began seeing, a student of the same college that had fancied her ever since she transferred.

Though Vicky turned a new leaf, some things will never change. You chuckled the moment she revealed that the man was the son of the CEO that managed one of the largest corporations in the country. But you smiled whole heartedly as you saw that she still had her heart in the right place, identified as she mainly spoke of the young man’s personality more than his inheritance.

At times you gazed at the side of the room she had previously occupied, it was now stark empty. It triggered you to leak out a few tears sometimes. Knowing she was doing much better in her new setting; you couldn’t help but sometimes wish she was still with you.

Often succumbing to leaking a few tears whenever you saw her side of the room. She had become like a sister that you never had, and you would always relay that message to her whenever you got the chance to, which she would always respond with;

“We are sisters you goofball! We’re family.”

Another Saturday morning rolls by and you’re excited that Spring Break was finally here. You looked at your calendar and it amazed you just how much time had passed since you moved into the dorm, nearly a whole year from today. You recall moments from when you moved in during the spring. Moments popped in your head, like you meeting Vicky, Heeseung, and some of his closest friends, such as Jake.

It felt like it all went through in a blink of an eye. Vicky’s transfer happened only five months ago, yet it felt longer than that. You found it so strange how time had an opposing effect when it came to the experiences you gained through it.

You reach over to your desk and started going through the unread mail you picked up yesterday, seeing an envelope from Vicky got you excited as you tore it open quickly revealing an adorable postcard. It was a photo of her and the young man she had been dating, Sunghoon was his name, and he seem like such a nice man. You recall the first time you got to speak to him, when Vicky would invite him to sit next to her so he could participate in your facetime calls with her.

He was very soft and respectful; he always had this twinkle in his eye reflecting pure joy whenever he would stare at Vicky. You could tell he was a perfect match for her, and looked forward to the day when you can meet him in person and see Vicky again.

Taking a moment to review the postcard, the photo was of Vicky and Sunghoon during their visit to Africa on a safari trip. You chuckled at seeing Sunghoon and Vicky in a tight embrace with the fantastic view of wildlife in the behind them. You turn it over to read Vicky’s note on the back.

“Sis! I’m getting married! Right after college of course, but since we’re starting our second year already, the next two are going to go by even faster, so, we can’t waste time. I want to see you and the girls soon! Let’s all come up with a date for you guys to come visit me and Sunghoon next month. I’ll message in the group chat when I get back. Can’t wait to see everyone!

PS: Before your bring Ethan, take him clothes shopping first.”

“Married? Wow.” You remarked aloud to yourself, but not without a smile presently stationed on your face. It will be so nice to see her and meet Sunghoon, especially after receiving the news, and you couldn’t wait to tell the girls.

You pin the postcard on the corkboard in front of your desk, placing it in between the photos of your mom and dad, your elder siblings, the girls, and of course, you and Heeseung. You even had a photo of Emily and Jake pinned up.

Vicky’s departure to a new college wasn’t the only significant event that had transpired five months ago, it was also marked the length of time that you and Heeseung had been together.

Your bond with him grew even closer. With all the number of dates and quality time spent in your respective dorms, you both had become inseparable. Not to mention the evening routines that took place, nearly every single night. Even though you and Samuel had dated for 8 months, sharing many intimate moments, it didn’t compare to the countless sessions that you and Heeseung had.

Sometimes multiple times in one day, which made you quickly found out that your body needed a period of adjustment when you recall feeling the soreness from all the action.

You brush your teeth and think about your nights with Heeseungm they all played out the same for the most part.

You think about how he can’t manage to keep his hands off you and always sets the mood by lightly brushing his fingers on a random part of your body, whether it was your arms, legs, hands, or chest.

The brush of his touch was always accompanied by a gushing breath he would release close to your ear, hearing just a sliver of his voice within it, and expressing his desire and triggering yours.

The way his hands roamed, and how his hair nested against your cheek as he dug his face into the nook of your neck, sucking, kissing, biting, and licking the sensitive skin until it became marked by his act. His nose would graze your temple as he would whisper in your ear, as he gave soft rose-petal kisses in between. The tickling of it was paired with a sexually appeasing sensation to your body, whenever you felt the tapping of his lips or the heat of his whispers rushing into your ear.

Playing out the performance in your head made you recall a moment where you had learned something very interesting about Heeseung’s sexual nature. It had the same effect of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, a doubling entity that emerged from within him depending on the sexual mood he was in. They reflected two sides to his performance in sex.

They both still classfieid as “fucking”, yet there was a difference in the type and the degree of his nature.

One side was his gentler one, the Dr. Jekyl entity. It was the persona of his sexual nature where he still maintained dominance, but he would allow you to have some unit of control. This part of him was a lot more tame and less animalistic, and it allowed you to have enough stability in your body and mind to move and think. It was his way of permitting you the freedom to do things to him, such as holding on to his wrists when you would kiss his most sensitive areas like his neck or ears. You would do your best to pin them down long enough, but he would overpower you every single time as he resisted the urge to lay still once, he felt your kisses.

Still, you would at least get a few seconds of seeing him vulnerable as you put up a fight in holding him down, and that was something you could only get away with due his nature reflecting Jekyl.

There were other examples of his permissive freedom, such as, when he would let you make the first move and allotted you to do so at your own pace. It normally would begin with him lying flat on his back, his hands behind his head as his elbows bent out to the sides, and his hat traditionally covering the significant features of his face. He would remain still letting you straddle him as you removed your shirt, which would always be the last remaining piece of clothing you had on prior to sitting on top of him, or a dress even.

He would deeply admire your how your body would flex and tone up as you lifted the cloth and raised it high, your arms crossed above your face as you turned off to the side with your hair flowing all around you. His will would break the very moment you dragged the cloth upwards, slowly revealing every measurement of skin as the regions of your body are revealed in order, belly button first, then breasts, collar bone, and shoulders last.

Your neck and face would return to frontal view as you swipe the clothing over, the collected strands of your hair grouped up through the loophole of the cloth would fall and dangle over your breasts, waist, and hips, each strand trickling down the farther you pull the material off and away from your body, generating a waterfall effect.

Lastly, and the most significant note to this side of Heeseung, was giving you total control of the main aspects that play a vital role regarding passionate sex, the tone, rhythm, and speed.

The three categories that often times, men strive to control. Heeseung wasn’t an exception having that strive, he loved being in control. However, he also loved experiencing the way you love him, emotionally and physically, and he could only witness it by letting you have some of it.

Once you removed your shirt, you’d reach down and gently stroke him, maintaining eye contact. A desire within you wanted to feel him in both your hands, before having him enter. Something about memorizing the thickness, length, and smoothness of his shaft, helped ease the process as you guide him inside and begin riding him.

The part he loved most about this was when he watches the sexual expression on your face. He always stared, and admired the way your beautiful face would display the initial sense of shock and pain upon you inserting him, doing everything by your own bidding. He loved watching you do it to yourself. The way that your mouth would gasp open and your brows furrowing in pain the moment you would tear yourself open by fitting him in, your face flinching as you felt the bite of his sting.

You moved passionately, slowly, and steadily as your hips would vibrate once his dick was fully inside you. Your walls are reintroduced to the throbbing numbness when you feel him rubbing against the flesh as you move him in and out.

The softness of his skin and the protrusion of veins creates a wild combination of smoothness and friction each time your hips dipped low, pushing him in, then roll back, pulling him out, all repeating in a cycle that becomes more vibrant as you keep it rotating. Your hips sway back and forth gently, while dipping into him hard and deep.

The weight of your body drops in mid wave, pulling you down and sealing every mesh of space that remained in between you two, as you begin to surpass the pain and sink into a pool of ultimate pleasure, wanting to feel every single part of him fill you.

You would feel him twitch inside, hinting to you that it was becoming harder for Heeseung to suppress the beast within him. Remaining in the same position as he did from the moment you straddled him, you’d watch him testing his willpower by refraining any movement, not even his hands. You keep riding him, watching as he stayed committed in laying there, and took every motion your hips were performing on him as your rotation of dipping, lifting, and rolling, keeps going.

Your body would gradually pick up speed, just a little, as your walls drooled all over him, making it easier for you to slide him in and out. The rush of ecstasy takes over your mind, body, and soul as you reach up with both hands, collecting your hair and pinning it up while you perform your moves, the loose strands surrounding your face and falling from your hands piece by piece as you begin bouncing up and down.

Once he felt you both were drawing close to orgasm, he marked his que and draws the line. Being so close to the finish line, this is the moment where Heeseung takes over.

“Fuck baby…” He bites his lip as he grunts. His low voice would go slightly higher in pitch during the times when he let you fuck his Jekyl side.

With a jerk of his hips thrusting into you, simultaneously removing his hands from his under head, he grabs around the smallest part of your waistline. He pulls you down as he continues to jerk up, and within one or two hard thrusts, he regains altitude as a swarm of adrenaline infuses him with the energy to fucks into you. You feel the strength of his thrusts pushing the both of you over the edge, beyond just pleasure.

“My fucking beautiful girl…fuck…keep riding it baby. Fucking take it.” His groans fuel you to keep moving and taking him in. Then, at the peak of his momentum, you feel him jam into you one last time, holding you in place as he lets his cock throb inside your walls, cumming inside you.

It shoots out fast and strong at first, then gradually comes to a slow stream of release as his twitching slowly decreases. You feel your walls press against him, squeezing everything out of him. The repeated action of your flesh re-clenching slurps every bit of his cum, vacuuming it deeper into you as the sharpness of the tingle and numbness overtrumps the height of Mount Everest, making you scream.

Your hips jolt each time his dick twitches, pairing in sync. His hand roams up to your back and he pulls you in to lay atop his chest, kissing his own breaths into you as your chest tightens against his, breathing into each other as you slowly regain your energy.

This was the side that you had seen most of, nearly a hundred percent of the time.

[jamietarttownsmyheart]

please i need colinjamie headcanons or prompts i’ve been deprived of them for too long

i am. so so sorry for how late this is. and how uncoordinated the rest of this will probably end up being, but, just, ima unleash random colinjamie thoughts on u and hope it makes sense lol and that you enjoy them, but since idk how long it'll end up ima put everything under the cut

random hcs

colinjamie have definitely watched the owl house at some point. maybe this is fresh in my head since the final episode just came out a few days ago, but i definitely see colinjamie watching the owl house together. two options:

maybe colin was chilling with his niece (i want colin to have a niece or a nephew so bad, he gives uncle vibes and also i want jamie to interact with the kid at some point too) and she was watching it and he got invested. and then jamie got invested via colin. OR. henry was visiting the stadium on spring break and mentioned the owl house to jamie, who was curious, watched and episode, and then got invested. flash forward to colinjamie fwb era and colin dropping by one day and finding jamie losing his shit over the episode hollow mind. jamie needs to lose his shit with someone and colin is the poor soul who came over for a hook up but ended up having to watch two seasons of a disney cartoon.

that being said, i also think that jamie, if he ever watched avatar the last airbender as a kid, only ever watched until mid season 2. life got more complicated and he was more concerned with playing well than "lazy" things like cartoons. he never got to zuko standing up to his dad. he'll get there someday, it's gonna be great

colinjamie have a unique sense of style that they somehow make work, it drives so many people mad

colin had a crush on lightning mcqueen when he was a kid. (11 years old? idk how old colin is, so im putting him at 28 in s3, making him 11 when cars came out) he thinks about this childhood crush and figures its pretty telling that he's got a speedy car and a cocky but talented boyfriend

jamie is dyslexic, and when he realized audiobooks existed, he was thrilled. still, his favorite way to experience books is to have colin read them out to him.

that being said, his favorite way to enjoy drake is to have colin rapping along

colin takes jamie along to theater performances, musicals, and the ballet.

jamie found the "whose the worm now" moment so hot. he can't let colin find out

random prompt

prompt #1

so this might be because i just re read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones and the six, and carrie soto is back, as well as binging all of the daisy jones and the six show, and have been listening to taylor swift all month, but i am craving something specific?

like, i am so here for an au with actor or pop star jamie (have y'all heard phil dunster's voice?) and richmond player colin hughes. its giving posh spice and david beckham.

just the different flavors of it all. if we have it in modern times, as in, the time ted lasso is set in the show, we can do so much. (we can also have a colin who is not actually a fan of his bf's music. it's not that he hates it, it's just not his style. jamie knows this, and writes songs about colin anyways. colin loves listening to these songs regardless of them not being his style.)

then of course there is the other option--i am so bad at timelines and math, so dont come for me when this is all wrong, but i, on my 7 husband of eh kick, was like omg?? give me hollywood star jamie tartt and football player colin hughes who are "roommates."

prompt #2

im a sucker for vampires and vampire hunters. i think it can go either way for them in terms of whose the vampire and whose the vampire hunters.

prompt #3

a canon divergence au where colinjamie were dating s1. jamie and keeley were dating prior to his loan to richmond and stayed friends after their breakup. he really did love her, but still hadn't learned to be accountable yet. keeley still comes around to the club bc she's jamie's best friend and wants to test the playing field with roy.

[ivpapaemeritusiv]

Chapter 24: Your Desolation Led You into This

Summary: It's the beginning of a new tour and we find two of our characters giving into temptation, leaving Addeline in a whirlwind of confusion, and unable to determine her next move.

Word Count: 5,300 words

This is a turning point in the book for Addeline. I don't want to give away what happens, but her life takes quite a shocking turn, and she is forced to navigate through some tough emotions. SMUT (forbidden sex, p in v, oral f receiving).

It was time to go on the road after Papa had written the new album. They had a big tour prepared where they would spend the remaining year touring Australia and South America, and the spring touring North America and Europe. Addeline, having never gone to Australia was over the moon.

It was also the first time she had been on tour without being pregnant. She was ready to sing at entire shows, and she was excited to go drinking with the band when they celebrated successful nights. She was tired of being careful. She was ready to be reckless.

Papa and Addeline left the twins and Elizabeth with Sister, however, Kaisarion, now almost 2, always joined his parents on tour. The clergy, Sister, and Papa felt it was important to instill a sense of obligation in him from an early age to take up music.

The band’s journey began in Sydney, where they were scheduled to perform at the renowned Hordern Pavilion. Excitement filled the air as they touched down in the city. But there was no time to waste! Right after landing, they had an important interview lined up. With the pressure on, they hurriedly prepared themselves, making sure they were ready to rock both on stage and in front of the cameras.

Papa thought it would be great to bring a family element to the interview, so he decided to have Addeline join him for the first time. The host of the show was looking for a unique perspective on the band, something fresh and unheard of.

The whole crew, ghouls included, made it to Fox Studio’s, only slightly behind schedule. They were rushed out onto stage with Papa, Addy and Kaisarion sitting front and center and the ghouls sitting on either side of them. Jaynie Seal, a famous TV personality who would be conducting the interview was sitting in front of the rockstar couple ready to pick their brains.

The beautiful blonde turned to Copia to shake his hand, “What should I call you,” she asked.

Addy answered for him, knowing exactly what he preferred to be called, “You can call him Papa Emeritus.”

It made the Cardinal chuckle to have her answer for him—a subtle but sweet innuendo.

“Perfect,” the blonde said, “The lights will come on in about 30 seconds and I’ll do a quick introduction and we’ll take it from there!”

Jaynie had this super bubbly and kind personality. At first, she might’ve seemed a bit ditsy for the show, but Addy considered that most TV personalities acted that way for the showbiz vibe.

As soon as the lights turned on the woman began to speak, “This famous rock band and their incredible crew, along with their supportive and talented family, are taking Australia by storm with an epic tour! Get ready for mind-blowing performances, backstage adventures, and a glimpse into the close-knit bond that makes this band truly special. Don’t miss out on this unforgettable journey across the land Down Under!”

She turned to the band, “So we’ll go live again in about 2 minutes after some commercials. Is there anything that you don’t want me to ask about?”

Papa had no secrets to hide, and with a warm smile he urged the woman to ask any questions she pleased. It was clear that he wanted to provide a transparent and authentic experience for the interview. Addeline wanted to speak up to ask that nobody comment on her hasty succession of pregnancies but instead she kept tight lipped.

As the lights flickered back to life, Addy couldn’t help but notice the sudden illumination. In that moment, Swiss settled down beside her, while Kaisarion playfully alternated between their laps. Addy could hear Swiss gently scold the young boy telling him to settle down.

Jaynie addressed the crowd and the many viewers watching from home, “I’m here with Papa Emeritus, frontman of the band Ghost, and his whole crew. Papa you’ve brought somebody very special with you today.”

Papa replied, “Well, thank you so much for having us here,” he looked toward Addy and put his hand on her lap and introduced her, “This is my wife, Addeline, and the ghoul right there next to her is holding our dear young son, Kaisarion.”

“Kaisarion?” the woman repeated, playfully, “Is that a tribute to your song on the album, Impera?”

“Yes, it is,” Papa’s eyes lit up as he proudly spoke about his children, “And at home we have Elizabeth, our oldest daughter, and our adorable twins Opus and Cirice.”

“Four children?” Addeline could tell her disbelief was not just for show, but genuine surprise at the number of children had in such a short time span. It was a reaction she had grown accustomed to, but one that still felt judgmental and intrusive. People always seemed to comment on her family and her ability to become pregnant quickly, as if it were some kind of special talent. It was a topic that she wished people would stop fixating on and instead focus on the love and joy her children brought to her life.

“You stay busy, don’t you Papa Emeritus?” the host said, directly speaking about his bedroom escapades.

The Cardinal chuckled at the host’s remark, finding her directness about his intimate relations with his wife quite amusing. Addeline, on the other hand, couldn’t help but blush at the mention, feeling a mix of embarrassment and ferocity.

“And how long have you been married?” She continued to dig into the dynamics of the man’s relationship.

Addeline stepped into answer. She felt it had gone far enough. She could hear Swiss softly chuckling underneath his mask, “Since 2024,” she said, looking at her husband with a gleam in her eyes. Papa returned the look of adoration.

A look of confusion appeared on the host’s face, “4 babies in two years?”

Swiss playfully nudged her in the chest, a shared inside joke about Addy’s knack for being pregnant, “Well we had Kaisarion and the twins in the same year. Opus and Cirice were born two months early so…”

“But they’re fine now,” Papa added.

“That’s great to hear,” Jaynie proclaimed.

Her attention then shifted to the ghoul that held Papa’s son, “And this must be the big, bad babysitter?”

“This ghoul right here is our wonderful nanny, “Addy said with a smile, wrapping her arms around Swiss, who was completely concealed in his costume. They had to maintain their anonymity in public, as they had signed non-disclosure agreements and were not allowed to speak.

“It must be nice to have the support on the road.”

“It is,” Papa interjected, “We have a large village and that’s what it takes.”

“And Addy there has been a ‘pregnant’ ghoul in the group at times,” Jaynie asked indirectly, “It’s speculated that that pregnant ghoul, is you?”

The young woman fastened an invisible zipper across her lips, implying that she would never tell.

“Ok, okay,” Jaynie said, “I get it.”

The interview finally shifted away from family dynamics as the band delved into discussions about their latest songs, their plans for the ongoing tour, and even hinted at some exciting future endeavors. To add to the anticipation, the band treated the live crowd to a mesmerizing performance of one of their new songs, leaving everyone eager for the upcoming show.

With the interview wrapped up, they swiftly shifted their focus to getting ready for the electrifying performance that awaited them. It was time to ignite the stage and give the crowd an unforgettable experience!

Papa walked ahead of Addeline, allowing her to walk side by side with Swiss, who was still holding Kaisarion. The young tot reached for his mom while Addy pondered the awkwardness of the interview, “That was weird, right?” she asked Swiss.

“It was pretty fucking weird,” he agreed, “But you’re fascinating.”

“What do you mean?” The woman had no clue what he was speaking about.

“Well, you know, a lot of people don’t even know that Emeritus is married,” Swiss said, “It’s like this hidden secret that intrigues people. And let’s be real, having a big family always catches attention. Popping out babies is no walk in the park. You’re kind of amazing.”

Addeline crossed her arms, “Still, I’m tired of people always talking about what goes in or comes out of me.”

Swiss couldn’t help but burst into laughter, choking on his own amusement. Addy beamed with pride, knowing that she had succeeded in making him laugh so hard.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” the ghoul declared.

*

With less than two hours until the first show of the current tour, Addeline and Papa were in their room preparing to leave. From the bathroom, Addy could hear that he was on the phone with somebody.

"Yes... I see... no, that is not an issue... thank you..."

She wondered who he could be talking to. Not long after he hung up the phone, his voice rang out through the hotel room, "Addeline!”

Addy came running to her husband immediately, “Yes, Papa?”

“Tesoro, Ashley is ill, and I will need you to help with my wardrobe tonight instead of being on stage.”

Addy was fiercely opposed to the idea. It was the first show of the season and marked the first time she'd be able to sing for an entire setlist. She started a heated argument with the man, “What? That’s not my job! Certainly, there are others who could do that.”

“Nobody we can find on such short notice.”

“But Papa, I'm supposed to do vocals! I worked so hard to--”

"There will be other shows, Tesoro."

"But this is like the grand opening."

“I’ve made the decision already, Amore. Ther responsibility will fall on you.”

“But Papa—”

“Are you arguing with me right now, my pet?”

Addy stood firm in her opposition, yet reluctantly yielded to his demands. Her defiance had already strained their interaction, and she feared provoking his anger further.

“No, Papa… I mean, yes Papa. Whatever you wish.”

“That’s better,” the man said to her.

Addeline was torn between anger and gratitude. Papa had graciously allowed her the chance to do something most did not have the opportunity to do. Yet the nagging sensation that she was a lesser person in her marriage, where she had to toe the line without daring to ask a single question, seemed to suffocate her.

Papa’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “And Amore, if you fall pregnant again, I think your participation in the shows should cease.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to take any chances in the future with your health or the well-being of our unborn.”

Tell him, Addy thought to herself, tell him now that you don’t want to have any more babies, “Yes, Papa.”

"And do go find Kaisarion, dear. I'd like him to stay with you backstage."

Addy bowed her head toward Copia and departed to search for her son. After checking with the nanny and learning he was not there, worry crept in, and her heart sank. Her maternal instincts took over, and she sprinted through the halls, calling out for her son. She eventually burst into the ghoul's room.

Swiss was in his bedroom tuning his guitar when he heard somebody run into the room, “Cirrus?” He called, “Sodo?”

Footsteps shuffled toward where he sat. He saw that it was Addeline looking a bit shaken, “Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“Please tell me you know where Kaisarion is because I’m about to have a panic attack.”

Swiss laughed as he continued to fiddle with his guitar, “K man? He saw a Koi Pond on the way in here out by the lobby. Cirrus and Sodo took him back down to see it.”

“Thank God,” the woman said as she came in and let herself plop down onto the bed. “Should I call to make sure he’s okay?”

“Adds, that kid is safe when he’s with us, trust me. We wouldn’t want to feel the wrath of Emeritus or the clergy for losing the heir.”

“Trust me, Swiss, if something happened to my son in your care, my wrath would be far worse.”

He chuckled, “Yea, I actually believe you mama bear." After an awkward silence, he boasted, "Hey tonight is the night, eh? First time singing through an entire concert?"

She regretfully looked down at her feet and confessed, "I have to step in for Ashley tonight so... I won't get to do the show."

Swiss put on a long face, "Oh no, that sucks! I know you were looking forward to that."

Addy took a long deep sigh and began to cry in her hands.

"Whoa, whoa now," Swiss was taken off guard by the emotional outburst, "I can't be a therapist here.”

She continued to sob, and he realized his attempt to lighten the mood with humor didn't quite land as he expected. Instead, he chose a more supportive approach by patting Addy on the back and encouraging her to open up, saying, "Talk to me, kid."

“And I feel like a handmaid,” she confessed, “Papa wants more kids, and I can barely keep track of who we have now. Elizabeth on her own is a handful. She tried to cook Opus the other day. I need permission to go anywhere, I have no friends, and everyone is always talking about me like I’m not even here.”

Swiss, unsure of what to say, simply listened as the woman opened up about her problems. He’d been well aware of these issues for quite some time. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of empathy for her.

“Well, applauds to you for not being pregnant now,” he clapped his hands.

Addeline laughed. For the first time in three years, she wasn’t with child.

“Gee thanks,” she wiped her tears, “But that’s only because Papa allowed me to take birth control.”

“Why don’t you just tell Copia you’re done having kids already?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Weren’t going to tell him right before you found out you were pregnant with the twins?”

“I just feel guilty.”

“Guilty for what? You have four!” he laughed hysterically, “How many more does he want you to give him?”

Addy shrugged, and rested her hand on Swiss’s knee, “I don’t know,” she conjectured, “They need boys and I’ve given them just two.”

Addeline’s touch had a bigger impact on the man than she could understand. In that moment, Swiss couldn’t help but reminisce about the passionate kiss they had shared before. It was a moment that had ignited a spark within him, and he found himself falling deeper and deeper for this incredible woman. As he pondered his feelings, he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same way. He felt it was an opportune time to bring it up since she seemed unhappy with life in the ministry.

“Listen, Addy, I know we said we weren’t going to bring it up again, but I’ve been thinking about it.”

“What’s that?” She urged him to go on.

“That kiss. You told me I confused you. And when we kissed again you told me it wasn’t ‘just’ a kiss. Does that mean that maybe you have some sort of feelings for me?”

Addeline was immediately taken back to the day that she shared a passionate kiss with the back-up singer—and then to the night of the wedding. It was something that happened organically and she had thought about it every now and then since it happened as well. There had always been a weird sexual tension between the two, but the kisses solidified it.

He didn’t wait for her to give an answer, “I felt something in that moment, and I think about it a lot. I tried to put it out of my head but whenever I see you, I think about it.”

The ghoul found himself at a crossroads, wanting to make a bold move but unsure of how Addy would react. Now, with his hand on her leg, he mustered up the courage and prepared for the possibility of rejection,

“Addy can I touch you?”

She didn’t know what to say. She was very attracted to the ghoul, and she found a friendship in him that she had not found in the Cardinal, “Touch?” she asked.

“I just want to touch you, that’s all,” he tried to assure her that things would not go beyond that.

When she didn’t object, he scooted closer to her and unbuttoned her pants. Addy now knew that his ‘touch’ was meant to be an intimate one. She knew she needed to be saying no but she found herself wanting it.

He slowly reached down her panties and began to languidly massage her intimate areas. Addy knew it was wrong, but she was swept up in his scent, his charm and how good his fingers felt. Instead of stopping it, she slowly let the man lay her back against the bed.

The tension between them had been growing steadily. It was a wonder they had managed to keep it inside for so long. It was as if they had been soda bottles, shaken vigorously but with the caps tightly sealed. Now, that seal had broken, allowing their emotions to explode outward. It was a moment of release and catharsis.

The ghoul smiled and slowly slid her pants off. There was something so different about the way Swiss handled her. Sex with Copia was dirty and a rough which excited her but when Swiss touched her it was so gentle and calming. He positioned himself above her, his knee between her thighs. It was a moment of intimacy, where their gazes met, and a connection was formed. He let his hands find her sex and he began to tickle her folds. An index finger made its way inside of her, causing Addy to seize back onto the mattress. He used a free finger to lightly rub her exposed clit as he fingered her, soliciting small whimpers from the woman.

Fearing somebody might hear them Swiss quietly whispered, “Shh.”

He lightly pressed on different areas, studying her face waiting for confirmation that he had found the right spot. Once he did, Addeline gasped for air, attempting to bite back a moan.

“Shh,” he said once more, continuing to play with her.

Trying to muffle her own sounds, she let a free hand cover her own mouth as she held tightly to Swiss with her other.

He continued in this manner, still hoisted up on his elbow, looking down at his handy work. He quickened the pace when he saw Addy close her eyes tightly, making small crow’s feet in the delicate corners of her skin. He felt her toes curl and he knew he’d achieved his purpose. Feeling hazy, she moaned through her clasped mouth. When he pulled his hand away, he noticed wet spots everywhere. It made him want her even more, “I would love to taste you.”

Instead of telling him it was enough. Instead of telling him they shouldn’t take it any further, she hesitantly spread her legs to let him know she wanted that too.

He happily obliged, burying his face into her, he licked her warmth up and down, savoring her flavor. She clutched his hair and lifted her pelvis further into his mouth, guiding him to the right spot. When he surfaced for air, there was a large bulge between his legs.

“God, I really want to be inside you right now.”

He waited for her to protest but the woman did not. Caught in his mystical hold, she maintained eye contact with him and kept her legs wide open. He licked his lips and took this as permission. He unfastened his pants and allowed the bulge to escape from the confines of his britches. The ghoul then allowed his body to line up with hers, gently brushing her trembling legs. It was a moment of no return as he looked into her eyes. Pressing against her wet entrance, he allowed himself to slide in slowly.

The ease of it drove Addy mad. She clung to his back to hold him closely, instantly noticing the difference between his physical physique and the Cardinal’s. It made her feel strange to feel someone new.

He began to gently propel himself in and out of her. He was large, like Papa, but gentle, making sure he didn’t push all the way into Addy just yet. But as she grew used to his length, he locked lips with her and plunged deeper in, keeping a steady and sweet rhythm.

“Swiss?” She said his name aloud, almost as if she were asking him if he realized what they were doing. The sound was so faint he barely heard it, “Swiss!” she called a bit louder.

He picked up on the subtle inquiry, “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, not missing a beat with his pelvis sways.

I don’t want you to stop, I need you to stop she thought to herself.

She couldn’t bring her lips to say what her mind was telling her. Instead, she shook her head fiercely and held him tight to keep him from trying to pull out of her. Papa loved to pull out of her when she was right on the brink of pleasure—a torture he enjoyed.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged, “Please keep going, just like that.”

“I’m not going to stop,” he assured her, making good on his promise.

Swiss wouldn’t dare deny Addeline the feeling and had accepted it as a high honor to be able to bring this woman to a state of absolute ecstasy. She felt herself about ready to cum for the second time and Swiss could see this in her eyes. Trying to match her pelvic sways as she pushed against him erratically, he too pushed harder, and deeper.

The surge of release she felt from that second orgasm sent her flying out of her own body. She forgot where she was for a second and yelled so loudly that she was sure somebody was going to hear. Swiss’s cries too intermingled with hers. But now it was over, and the wave of pleasure turned into a rogue wave of guilt.

“Oh God, what have we done?” she began to panic.

“Calm down, Adds. It’s fine,” Swiss reassured her, “Nobody is going to find out.”

“What if someone heard us?”

“Nobody heard us,” he kept repeating, “just chill,” Swiss, the complete opposite of Addy, always tried to remain calm in situations where emotions were high and all over the place.

Addy jumped up and began putting her clothes back on. She knew that the ghouls would be back with her son at any moment, and she didn’t want them to see what she had done.

Swiss couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness when he sensed that Addeline might have thought they had made a mistake, “Addy,” he asked, “Do you regret what we just did?”

She stopped what she was doing for a moment, and looked at him lovingly as she cupped his cheek, “No. No, I don’t.”

“Okay, good,” he said, relieved.

“—but” she continued.

“But what?” he asked anxiously.

“But I don’t know what this means yet.”

Swiss understood Addy’s urgency to establish clarity for herself in that moment. Though he didn’t have all the answers she sought, he reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”

She nodded in agreement as she continued to gather her things. Just then, the door swung open, and her heart filled with joy as her little Kaisarion came running towards her, his tiny legs moving faster than they could keep up. With open arms, she scooped him up and held him close, feeling an overwhelming sense of love. Turning to Swiss, she flashed a grateful smile and addressed the ghouls in the room, saying,

“Thanks for looking after him, guys. I’ll catch up with you guys later!”

*

Later that night, Addeline was savoring a drink downstairs at the hotel’s bar, relishing some much-needed alone time. It was a rare treat for her, as she hadn’t been able to enjoy alcohol for the past three years due to her pregnancies. Since the interview, she had been recognized a lot more by fans and even signed the occasional autograph. However, in that particular moment, she yearned for a cloak of invisibility.

Little did she know, Swiss and Sodo had the same idea and ended up at the bar as well. Swiss caught a glimpse of Addy’s unmistakable hair from behind. He instantly recognized her, with her thick, straight locks cascading down to the small of her back, a rich shade of brown that almost appeared black.

Swiss motioned for Sodo to grab a beer and took a seat beside Addy. With a hint of charm, he broke the ice, pretending to be meeting her for the first time, “So, I don’t know if you know this but I’m in a really popular band.”

Addy couldn’t help but smile, still feeling a bit bashful about their earlier antics between the sheets.

“Why aren’t you with Copia?” Swiss wondered.

She batted her eyes while caressing her neck, allowing some of her stress to melt away as she replied, “He’s fast asleep, and I’m enjoying being alone.”

The ghoul laughed, “Well, I guess I fucked that up, huh?”

“Stay,” Addeline urged, changing her mind about wanting to remain by herself. Swiss ordered drinks for the two of them.

“Did you come down by yourself?” the woman asked.

“No,” the ghoul shook his head, Sodo came with me,” he pointed to his fellow guitarist as he started to light a cigarette.

Addy playfully exclaimed, “You left him for me?” Her words were laced with a hint of jest, yet there was a genuine touch of emotion beneath her playfulness.

Swiss chuckled, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, as he responded, “Listen, Sodo is a charmer. He can find a woman or man anywhere we go. He always leaves me hanging, so this time I thought I’d beat him to it.”

Addy’s face displayed concern, and she asked, “Oh, do you guys go out often?”

Swiss’s curiosity piqued, and he furrowed his brow, showing great interest in what she was saying. He lit his cigarette, taking a puff only to begin coughing uncontrollably as soon as the smoke hit his lungs. It was one of those persistent coughs that made it seem like he was running out of oxygen. Cirrus, always teasing him about his “smoker’s cough”, would often give him a hard time about quitting.

“We go out occasionally when we have the time,” he admitted.

Addy bit her lip, her attention shifting to the drink that had just been placed in front of her. Swiss quickly noticed the change in her mood and remarked, “But that’s not really what you were asking.”

Confused, Addeline looked up at him, hoping that he would provide an explanation.

Swiss smiled, “You wanted to know if I sleep around.”

Addy whipped her head back towards him, grinning, though she tried her best to keep her face expressionless, “You slept with Ellie…”

He laughed, and shook his head with a lively smirk, “No, but we uh… we did some things.”

The ghoul couldn’t help but find it amusing. He pondered if she was feeling a twinge of jealousy, while she questioned if she had fallen under the spell of a seasoned charmer.

Swiss extinguished his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and took a sip of his drink. “I’m not innocent, Addy, but you’re not a notch in my belt.”

This was solid affirmation for Addeline that what had transpired earlier was not a mere figment of her imagination. She and Swiss had really had sex.

She couldn’t help but be captivated by his gaze as he revealed that she was more to him than just a conquest. Addy found herself lost in his eyes, finding him incredibly attractive. His smile was charming, his voice had a mesmerizing effect on her. She noticed the stubble on his chin and under his lips, giving him a rugged appeal.

There were times when he would let his mustache grow out, making him appear older than his 40 years. But when he had a clean-shaven face, he looked closer to Addy’s age. She liked him both ways, appreciating his ability to transform like a chameleon. It only added to his allure.

He shifted gears, his gaze momentarily breaking away from Addy’s as he glanced around the room nervously, “So, you want to talk about what happened earlier?” he asked, trying to make their conversation appear ordinary.

Addy choked on her drink, causing her to bring her hand up to her chin to prevent any spills on her clothes. Swiss scrunched his face, mimicking the expression of an adult towards a child who had done something silly. He handed her a napkin, and she gratefully accepted it. “Oh my God. Sorry. Thank you,” Addy said as she began to clean herself off.

“Did I scare you?” Swiss chuckled.

“No,” Addy continued to wipe her face, “You just caught me off guard.”

Swiss’s laughter subsided as he awaited Addy’s response. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on her drink.

He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper as he moved closer to the woman. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of her head, sending a shiver down her spine, “How did you like it?” he asked.

After a few attempts to form a meaningful sentence, she managed to muster broken words, “It was... it was good.”

Swiss busted into laughter, his face eager to hear more, “It was good? That’s all you have to say?”

Addy, feeling vulnerable, blurted out, “It was amazing, okay? I loved it. I like... I like being with you.”

Saying these words out loud felt strange, as they were things she should be saying to her husband. Having a crush on another man felt weird, but being around Swiss gave her butterflies in her stomach. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, just like when she first met Papa. Swiss couldn’t help but revel in the disclosure, his smile stretching from one ear to the other.

Taking one more sip of his drink, he cocked his head and showcased a mischievous smile, “We can go do it again.”

Addy was taken aback by Swiss’s suggestion, her eyes widening in surprise. She had expected them to have a conversation about what happened so that they could establish some boundaries. But here he was, suggesting they blur those lines even further.

Addy briefly entertained the idea of giving in to her desires and going with him. The intense longing she felt for him and the escape he provided earlier were tempting. However, she quickly let reason and logic prevail over her desires. She downed the rest of her drink and hurriedly stood up, accidentally tripping over the chair in the process.

As she stumbled, Swiss swiftly caught her, preventing her from falling to the floor. He maintained his smug grin and stepped aside to let her pass. “Th... thank you for the drink but I should go,” she giggled nervously and walked away. She stole a quick glance back to see that he had taken her seat, but this time he was facing the bar.

Feeling flustered, she began to walk towards the lobby with the intention of joining Papa in bed.

[marciabrady]

i was tagged by @maureenoharra to list seven of my comfort films (which i'll be presenting in alphabetical order)! thank you for including me! 💕💕💕

CINDERELLA

i literally don't have words to explain how much this film means to me, how relatable it is on a personal level, how many times i've had no one and nowhere to turn to, only to be guided through every rough patch and hardship by and with this movie. ilene woods was such a gift to this word and i think her legacy is this movie. the energy and complexities she fills cinderella with, the subtle nuance to lady tremaine and all the innerworkings on her mind, the romance with the prince and the love and light the fairy godmother fills cinderella's world with after so many years of abuse and neglect and tragedy. it really does make you feel like dreams can come true and, even if you're an orphan with no one and nothing in the world, you're still capable of being seen as a person, of having nice things- of experiencing joy. i could go on for so much longer but i really do want to try to be somewhat brief with all of these entries

FATHER'S LITTLE DIVIDEND

this might be an unexpected one on my list, but just go with it. i love elizabeth taylor and spencer tracy is top of the top and of course old hollywood is an interest of mine so how could i not love this? it feels like a breath of fresh air and the way it's shot allows me to experience this family and story as though i were a resident in the neighborhood. i love how simple, yet complex it is, and how it allows me to breath and all the contributions it has to the worldbuilding. it has enough greatness to it to really be marked by old hollywood but it's also simple and hidden enough to be like an old friend you only hang out with one on one. hard to further explain its vibe, but it's like the last week of school where the future of summer is right before you- almost tangible- and the late spring air is caressing and you still have enough work where you're not overwhelmed, but have a sense of purpose and the peace is almost greater than it will be when you're actually on vacation

THE GLASS SLIPPER

while leslie isn't my cinderella, i think she plays a great character but she isn't the main draw of this film for me. i love how thoughtful the writing is and how the universe is one that's so real- no one person is all good and no one person is all bad. there's themes to it and lines that i've literally been thinking about for over ten years and still have new takeaways from every day. i think the stepsisters, particularly, have such a charm to them and i love how society functions in this film. this is one of the few cinderella adaptions where i feel like the costuming was done INCREDIBLY well and i love all the interiors and, again, i just love living in this universe and there's something about it that's just easily inhabitable to me

THE LITTLE MERMAID

this movie helps me so much when i feel like an outsider and no one will ever understand me and when i'm just alienated and think i don't have any resources or people around me that will ever be able to accept me. it makes me feel validated and allows me the ability to connect to who i truly am, despite whether or not others like those parts of me, and to not feel shame or be bad- or, concurrently, to allow myself to be that person and be seen in spite of that shame. it's also so much fun and so heartwarming and so energetic and deep and, again, really not enough good things i can say

SLEEPING BEAUTY

the connection i feel to aurora is something that could never be understated. i feel represented in a way i can't explain watching the film, seeing all of her actions and the decisions she makes and how she feels about life and the people around her and the animals and of love. the central theme of love and romance is such a fulcrum of my nature and aurora gives hope to us all who've craved for a human longing and connection that's real and warm and intimate and i love how it's given weight, instead of being mocked and sneered at the way contemporary disney movies do. the score of this movie is so many things and kindles so many beautiful feelings and thoughts and colors in me and there isn't a part of this movie i think is weak or doesn't fail to endlessly captivate me. also- the idea of your true love never being lost to you, even when you put your duty and family before them, and how the truest of partners would battle a dragon for you...life changing. but also the bond with the fairies and how they literally gave her supernatural gifts from birth and how even this captivating, endlessly fascinating princess still pined for companionship but in a mature way and was able to respect her elders and love them and appreciate them but also be intuitive enough and so tied into herself to know she wanted more and i PROMISED i wouldn't make this too long but let me take this moment to say MARY COSTA. i mean, humanity really peaked with her

SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS

this film speaks to me on a fundamental level and i think is capable of reaching anyone who has a modicum of humanity left in them. i think it's beyond brilliant and will never be surpassed as a triumph of filmmaking, regardless of the medium. the character of snow white and everything adriana caselotti contributed to her is one of the greatest credits to mankind and the artistry that we fill this earth with. from her singing to the way she moves to how she speaks and reasons, literally everything about this character is so unique and intriguing and grimhilde has such an energy and a power to her voice and her backstory to the point where even thinking about her feels interactive. the prince provides one of the most heartwarming romances and i love how much the animals and dwarfs love snow white and this film to me is my grandmother distilled i just love the music and the plotline and the characters and it really does drive straight to your heart the way that's so effective and strong and powerful

THE WOMEN

what is a better safe space than a project that has only women? even the dogs weren't men and something about that makes me feel sooo much better instantly. i love how it scratches the itch all humans have for gossip and tea and whatnot, but without doing it in an anxiety inducing way or ever creating something that truly feels mean spirited. joan crawford is SO great as crystal, i mean her acting isn't wooden or dated at all and it's so natural, especially when compared to the film's lead (who ngl is lowkey fun to side against). i think rosalind was THE character actress and is so funny in every way you can possibly think of, the character of flora is such a charming hidden gem, and i think lucille watson has great lines. i love how chockfull the script is of clever one-liners and the acting pulls it off SO PERFECTLY, giving zingers and shading is literally as effortless to them as breathing and it's even more refreshing in the over curated era of tiktokers and late night shows where everyone's trying to be a comedian. i love the slice of life characters, like the house staff, and it's just perfect

[strideofpride]

Your opinion on the four (weather) seasons and how they make you feel

Winter - hate it so much. I have terrible seasonal depression and I hate cold weather and it’s just a miserable time all around

Spring - my favorite season! I love the feeling of starting fresh it brings, I love that everything is green and in bloom, I love the anticipation of summer around the corner, which I find is often more satisfying than summer itself

Summer - I still enjoy it even though it never lives up to expectations. I love warm weather and beach days and that feeling of being a kid again it brings - summer is the season most full of possibility to me

Fall - I enjoy it in a gothic horror kind of way if that makes sense? Like I like the spooky Halloween vibes it brings, but not a fan of the creeping colder weather or the “summer’s over, back to real life” side of it

send me anything and I’ll give my opinion on it

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 1st December

Things are getting chilly, Christmas is approaching, and with it, three fresh new tracks, at least one of which I suspect I already know? It's well known enough that I've seen jokes and titles for other things that riff on it - a good sign? Certainly a sign that it has sticking power, for better or for worse.

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing - The Four Aces (peaked at Number 2)

Well, the first version of this I found was very low quality, but even with a better quality version, I can tell early on that this isn't the version that I know. I did indeed know the song, but the vibe here is completely different to what I expected, a bit faster and more full of instruments and other voices. Whereas I think I know a version which just has a solo man singing?

I was also surprised, as the tune got going, to be hearing an electric bass? It's a groovier, more insistent vibe than I expected - I fully thought this would be on the soupy side.

The lyrics kind of make up for it, I guess, except they get off with the cheese by dint of their sheer audacity and scope, as they describe love as the April rose that only grows in the early spring and the golden crown that makes a man a kind. It's the sort of song where you hear about lovers kissing on lonely hills, enshrouded in mist, and how your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing. It walks the line between being delightfully over-the-top but also avoiding any overly cliché or lame images. It's all just fresh enough and earnest enough to work.

It's also got a soaring, swelling quality to it that carries the lyrics. In some ways, it makes me think of Secret Love, by Doris Day. Both songs have a really dramatic emotional heft, and both are pitched and arranged so as to make you want to join in, with these long, drawn out high notes, not quite so high as to be unattainable. It's good, I can see why lots of people covered this one.

This was apparently the best-selling version of the song, though it was originally written not for the Four Aces, but as an instrumental and then chorus theme for a similarly-titled romantic drama film, all about an American reporter who falls in love with a Eurasian doctor who was originally from Hong Kong. The film actually sounds pretty daring for 1955, though the main female role was apparently played by a white actress in yellowface, which... yeah, not great.

Overall, I like the song a lot, and I can see how it fits with the film's story, which you can't always say about these film tie-in songs.

Ain't That a Shame - Pat Boone (7)

This was originally a Fats Domino song, and I can tell you already, I will probably enjoy Fats' version better. There's just something about these rock and roll originals that have such a good energy, but the UK charts sadly seem to get the watered down white-person version of them, at least at this point in the 1950s.

Not that Pat's not giving it a good go, and apparently Fats himself enjoyed the cover - and the royalties money that it earned him! So maybe we shouldn't be too harsh on this, especially because it is, despite everything, some pretty textbook rock and roll, perhaps the clearest example we've heard so far? A lot of this can be credited to Fats' songwriting chops, to be fair, but still - this is good fun!

We start with two words, then two gunshot-like sax (horn?) blasts, almost reminiscent of the opening to Rock Around the Clock or Jailhouse Rock, as Pat sings about how You made // Me cry // When you said // Goodbye. It grabs your attention very effectively early on - a strong start!

Pat then goes on to sarcastically belt lines about how Ain't that a shame / You're the one to blame. He seems to be on fine, sarcastic form throughout, actually, with a gleeful sort of insincerity on lines like Oh well, goodbye / Although I'll cry / Ain't that a shame? You really get the sense that he isn't that broken up about it all - or that he is, but that he's writing this song as a sort of angry kiss-off to the love who dumped him.

Fittingly for this, the whole track has a sort of party vibe, completely with properly rollicking sax and piano solos, a fun arpeggiated chord pattern and some supremely hammy "bop-a-doo-wah" backing singers. It's good fun, in ways that can probably mostly be credited to good song-writing and an ear for instrumentation, and it all makes this song probably the most fully-formed rock and roll song we've had so far.

Twenty Tiny Fingers - The Stargazers (4)

Normally I'd assume from the title that this was a mawkishly sentimental song about having a baby and looking at their tiny hands, or something. However, since it's the Stargazers, who recently gave us the nightmarish but at least fun Close The Door, I'm willing to extend a bit of goodwill here. The Stargazers have been many things when they have appeared in this project, but boring has rarely been one of them.

And yeah, it turns out I was right on both counts. This is a song about babies, but it's got a bit of that Stargazers silliness, too. Much like its spiritual predecessor, Where Will the Dimple Be, this song was also covered at some point by Alma Cogan. This is all honestly making me wonder why people were so obsessed with songs about babies in 1955?! I know it was the baby boom, but still - did people really want multiple songs about having a baby?

Thankfully, the Stargazers keep the pace up, with a sort of oom-pah bass, trombone versions of the "shave and a haircut" riff, and some rather daft lyrics. Sure, we get some sentimental stuff about how the babies have Twenty tiny fingers, twenty tiny toes / Two angel faces, each with a turned up nose. One looks like mum, while the other other has a bald patch exactly like his pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop. Fine. But we also get some genuinely funny lines, including the description of the mum's waters breaking and the couple rushing to the hospital, and the dad waiting on pins only to be told with a handshake from the doctor that it's twins. Keeping it light, you know?

I also quite like more realistic lyrics later on about the difficulties of having twins, such as how We've got cribs and bottles and bibs / All round our three roomed flat / No time to see what's on TV / No room to hang your hat, or about how It's twice the laundry, twice the milk / It's twice the baby clothes / It's double this and double thatn /Oh how the money goes. All of this seems pretty accurate, based on everything I've heard from people with twins. So that's something.

And more than that, the song just doesn't outstay its welcome. As novelty songs go, that's pretty good. I'm not gonna be clamouring to put this back on, but it's fine, and keeps moving nicely. Which leaves me with just one question - if there are two babies, shouldn't there be 40 fingers and toes? What has happened to these babies' hands and feet? Should I be worried?

Well, that was a good, fun set of songs. I was kind of expecting at least one duff song, but really, I'd listen to all three of these again. We are in the rock and roll era proper, now, and it's so good! I have some misgivings categorising Pat Boone as a rock and roller. But here? Yeah, he's rocking and rolling with te best of them, and honestly, it's making me want to listen properly to Fats Dominos, so that's a win for both artists.

Favourite song of the bunch: Ain't That a Shame

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[sailmiral]

Ysl rive gauche pour homme

It's very similar but not quite as musky and slightly more polished. The basenotes come into play and the scent changes into the drydown of vintage Azzaro PH. The scent can come across as foamy or wet, if that makes any sense. It has some slight warmth due to the sweetness, and the feeling of wearing it reminds me of getting a shave or a haircut. The sweet shaving cream vibe here makes it more appropriate for Fall or Spring weather. At this stage its very complex and nuanced, and the scent almost shimmers. The middle is like this subtle but slightly sweet shaving cream, but made of a bit higher quality ingredients. The opening at times reminds me of the opening of Brut, but lighter and smoother. Some notes are a bit generic towards the end, but the performance leaves nothing to be desired. On the other hand that gives it an original twist. Additionally, it is a bit too soft for that - this is no Gucci Nobile. The later phases miss the oakmoss-related counterpart to make it a full-fledged fougere. Whilst the earlier stages are reminiscent of some traditional fougeres like the original Brut, especially with the appearance of usual culprits - bergamot, rosemary, lavender and cloves. I get moderate sillage, very good projection, and an excellent eleven hours of longevity on my skin. Touches of brightness owed to a wood-centred and mildly earthy vetiver make a very restrained appearance towards the end. A nonspecific woodsiness - glimpses of guaiac and whiffs of whitewood adding some more depth. The base keeps the lavender and the clove - they linger until the end, and adds a soft patchouli, which is not really dark on me, is slightly spicy again, but fairly smooth it integrates will with the other notes. A floral side opens up, a geranium focusing on its leaves, with a spicy undertone composed of clovers, and transient whiffs of a light nutmeg also. In the drydown a moderately powdery lavender develops, which forms one of the main elements of this creation. A bright, friendly and quite uplifting opening. The opening is a fresh bergamot based blast, with rosemary supply a greener herbal element, and the star anise adding sweeter smoothness. Masculinity Level: Paul Newman playing an aging lawyer in The Verdict. On the other hand, longevity is outstanding. Maybe the original tin can version projects better, I've never had the opportunity to put my nose to that unicorn. For my tastes, overspraying this one is a necessity, so I had to get backup bottles. This is a subtle scent - nothing about it is in your face. If you're seeking to replace a vintage tin can bottle you should know that the gaiac wood note is almost completely absent in the reform. When it comes to refined shaving foam, this one is hard to beat. That description might make this version of Rive Gauche sound run of the mill for American barbershop style fragrances, but what sets it apart is the sheer quality of the ingredients used and how well they are blended. There's a substantial fresh shaving foam vibe that is sustained throughout, and a tiny bit of powderiness. It opens with some geranium, cloves, and mostly a very creamy anisic lavender.

[thedoubteriswise]

okay so. I am a smart adult with many important responsibilities. I have good taste and care about things that matter. for this reason, I’ve been trying to identify where in cql canon wangxian manage to fuck.

because they definitely do; I like a good post-canon getting together fic as much as the next guy, but it’s just not realistic.

allow them. it’s already been so long.

(just like this goddamn post turned out to be, let’s do a cut)

right. so initially it looks like you could place this right after the time skip in episode 33, because it shows us that wwx is with lwj in cloud recesses. we know that he spent the night in the jingshi because he wakes up there the next morning before he goes for a nostalgic tour of his old school.

and also visits the cold spring, where lwj is mostly naked. nice.

but wait! wwx is surprised by the scars on his back and chest. that seems like something he would have known about if they’d already been naked together the night before, so I’m going to say they did not fuck immediately upon wwx’s return to cloud recesses. okay, fine, they’re taking things slow, that’s cool.

maybe they could work it into the next night, then. oh wait, lqr is injured and... staying in the jingshi? for reasons?

I don’t know why. he must have his own house in cloud recesses, and it’s probably at least as comfortable as lwj’s, but here he is. he lives to stop his nephew from getting laid, I guess.

the next day they do some Q&A with the kids and determine that they need to head to qinghe to figure out what’s going on with this sword thing. great! we love a romantic road trip, plenty of alone time. but they also have to do their jobs, and then jin ling needs to get rescued from a wall of dirt, and jc is unfortunately there being himself, and then they have to grill nhs about his tomb full of angry sabers, etc. etc.

with all that going on, their next obvious chance is at the inn immediately after interviewing nhs. this evening has already included:

wwx gazing lovingly at lwj from afar

lwj carrying wwx on his back

lwj pawing at wwx’s robes trying to deal with his cursed leg

lwj helping wwx up the stairs, serving him wine, fixing his flute, and generally being at his beck and call

a very sexy and homoerotic duet

and now they’re alone and drooling over each other as usual. this seems like a plausible spot, right?

it does! but no. after they go back to the nie basement o’ swords and hear the backstory on nmj’s death, we see them walking in yueyang and lwj asks wwx how the curse mark on his leg is doing. wwx says it’s almost healed, which may or may not be a lie, but his inner monologue says:

he’s more concerned about the wound on his arm from the sacrificing curse, which lwj doesn’t know about, because wwx won’t tell him and they still haven’t been naked together.

also, this silly teenage shit doesn’t make much sense unless they’re still dancing around each other.

you guys love the sound of opportunities as they go flying past, don’t you?

right after this, lwj gets drunk. I’m aware that Stuff Happens in the novel scene that inspired this bit, and they do incorporate some of that into the show by having lwj commit petty larceny and admit that he “likes rabbits” as part of the softest and most loving conversation in human history oh my god

but lwj goes to sleep right on time, and the next morning, wwx is laughing and reassuring him that nothing happened.

after this, it’s time to go on a fucked up field trip with the kids in yi city, so they don’t really have any time alone for a few episodes until they’ve finished that and everyone is back at yet another inn. I wonder if they learned something about wasted chances and poor communication from this miserable songxiao story?

maybe! look, they’re being cute and domestic. there are currently no material barriers preventing them from having sex, nor will there be any specific evidence later on proving that they didn’t.

but they’re still firmly in mystery-solving mode and the juniors and lxc are floating around. the vibe isn’t quite there. if I were to pick the most solid reason why I think they’re saving room for jesus at this point, it would be the tension that happens when wwx again asks how lwj recognized him. lwj asks why his memory is so bad, and wwx replies that he wishes he had a bad memory. even though they’re comfortable and happy being together, there’s still some fundamental distance remaining. there’s no sense of romantic resolution. that was actually a point against all their previous opportunities as well; they’re all very sweet, but none of these feel like the place in a story where the romantic leads Officially Get Together.

okay, off to koi tower! shit is getting extremely real. everyone’s busy insinuating that they recognize wwx, but no one is saying it explicitly. wwx isn’t supposed to be here. the guy he’s pretending to be also isn’t supposed to be here. he and his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s brother are trying to figure out if his boyfriend’s brother’s boyfriend is a murderer. no one is comfortable and the political intrigue leaves no time for fucking in front of anyone’s salad.

I guess there’s plenty of time to make dozens of armed guards and like half the people they know wait while they have a romantic moment, though.

could they be more in love? And that sure feels like a romantic resolution that might be followed by narratively-earned sex.

ah. no, unfortunately wwx gets stabbed again. this certainly sucks, but it does have the helpful consequence of making lwj take him back to cloud recesses, where they are mostly alone and as safe as they can be in the circumstances. now there’s even more tenderness and also some plot-justified touching and skin exposure. plus, lwj just made a very public declaration of love.

too bad wwx has probably been unconscious since he started coughing up blood in the forest near lanling. he’s also still visibly in pain. fresh abdominal wounds tend to kill the mood.

but hey, the injuries on this show are only as serious as they need to be to move the plot forward and facilitate gentle h/c scenes, so by evening he’s looking perfectly healthy and walking around under his own steam like nothing’s wrong. I guess that problem can be ignored moving forward.

lxc then offers the the most devastating highlights of lwj’s backstory, like, all at once. it’s nice that he includes a flute solo to give wwx a second to process this mountain of terrible information. what the fuck.

there he is! the most devoted man in the whole world! turns out they can actually be more in love after all.

and then the following scene... look, I’m lazy and I don’t know how to make gifs, but screenshots cannot properly convey how good it is. you all know. the hesitant way wwx approaches, the slow and gentle piano version of wangxian, the two of them watching the snow together, it’s. ugh.

remember how I was talking about how the last scene with no material barriers was an unlikely candidate because of the lack of romantic resolution?

well, here’s wwx still being cagey at the beginning of this conversation.

and here they are in the middle of this conversation, having some epiphanies about the course of wwx’s life - I love this shot for a lot of reasons, but I extra love it because it shows wwx out in the snow, with lwj as the safety and warmth waiting behind him, god this show goes hard, holy shit

they both recall their vow to live with a clean conscience and internally say some very corny things about each other because they are both So Much, and then,

ah, what the hell. he can say it out loud after all. romantic resolution accomplished.

and then the camera slowly pulls away as wuji plays.

a slow zoom out? swelling music? listen, I am a connoisseur, I know a tasteful fade-to-black indicating a sex scene that won’t happen on camera when I see one. at last, we have a winner!

now you may think this post is finally over, but I actually have one more piece of evidence for you - the next scene shows the two of them the morning after, meditating behind a screen in the hanshi while lxc is waiting for jgy to show up.

before wwx got de-cored, he was a pretty powerful cultivator, right? the chances that he’s just bad at meditating or that he can’t stay focused on this task seem slim to me. so why does he keep falling asleep?

well. he had kind of a late night.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello, hello!! It's me again!! Here to interrupt your feed with yet another of my random genshin thought of the day! Recently, on one of Zach's (Aether's VA) streams with Poonam (Klee's VA), one of the viewers mentioned something about Klee driving a mini-car affectionately titled the 'dodocar'. This got the gears in my head turning, and I started thinking about the different modes of transport each character would use. These are some scenarios my brain came up with!! I wanted to send them your way because you always have the loveliest ideas, and wanted to know if you had any more thoughts on the matter! As such, Miss Hazel, today I present to you my offering of Genshin boys as different modes of transport! 💕

- 🔎

Diluc would drive a car. No question about this. I've always imagined him to have a sleek, modern-looking car that's maybe a little bit on the pricier side, but not completely outrageous by any means. The man doesn't really seem like the type who would want to show off his wealth, but he also can't deny that he has an eye for much of the finer things in life.

You watch as Diluc mans the car, watching the rolling hills flash by the window. There's something uniquely intoxicating about sitting in a car with someone else for hours on end. It makes you want to open up to them, makes you want to share stories which you perhaps wouldn't have wanted to share otherwise, much like a drunkard who's had one glass too many and is now blabbering on about their whole life story. Ah, but then again, perhaps this is only so because the two of you were drunk on something else entirely? You didn't know the answer to that question, but as you watched the way his sunset-eyes crinkled with mirth at your terrible, terrible Michael Jackson impression, you think you were okay with never knowing the answer to that question so long as the two of you could stay in this moment forever, just as you were.

Albedo doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who would really enjoy driving. Instead, I think his preferred mode of transport would be cycling! He wakes up much earlier every morning because he insists on cycling to work instead of driving. Albedo seems like a very practical sort of fellow. Sure, cycling is more time consuming, but it's efficient, more environmentally friendly, and overall better for his health. That makes it a win in his book.

On the weekends though, especially as the weather starts to get warmer and the air is filled with the welcomed promise of spring, Albedo would often take you out for dates in the park on a special tandem-bike. The two of you would cycle around for a while just watching the flowers bloom and the greenery come back to life, before stopping for a quick picnic lunch underneath a grand magnolia tree. You laugh as you move to wipe the little bit of cream from the cake you two just devoured which is still stuck on his upper lip. It's a sweet, saccharine kind of love, one that reminds you of fresh morning-dew and hopeful new beginnings.

Over the summer, you found out that Childe has somehow managed to get his grubby little hands on a jet ski. Uh-oh. He says he wants you to ride it with him. He's saying please. He's giving you the puppy-dog eyes. You cannot say no to that face. You do not know where he got it from or even when he learned how to use a jet ski, but really don't think this is a good idea. Come on, you cannot look at this man and try to convince me that he is not an absolute speed demon. One moment he's showing off cool tricks on the jet-ski and then the next moment he's- oh JESUS CHRIST CHILDE SLOW THE FUCK DOWN, SOMEONE'S GONNA FALL!!

Thankfully, he's a skilled enough driver that everything went relatively smoothly. This time, at least. As he stops the vehicle to give you that dopey little grin and make sure you're still alive, you take a moment to playfully hit him on the shoulder for making your heart race a million miles an hour. He only laughs. Still, it was exhilirating. And you would never admit it to his face, but he does look kind of cool showing off tricks on the water. Maybe this wasn't such a terrible idea after all.

Kaeya is a proud owner of a motorcycle. Specfically, he owns one of those lovely old-school 1980's Honda motorcycles. The people living in your neighbourhood almost went mad the moment they saw him pull up at your door with, complete with dark sunglasses and a leather jacket. You thought he looked rather stupid. Still, you were glad that he brought his bike with him. It made it easier to traverse the city traffic and get to your destination quicker.  Kaeya takes you out on a ride to one of his favourite destinations for a midnight snack: a night market, filled with rows and rows of stalls selling piping hot food. You hop from stall to stall, sharing the food and tasting everything the market has to offer together before heading back with a full heart and a full stomach.

There's a sense of youthful freedom that comes with taking late-night rides with your beau like this. Your arms around his waist, the wind billowing past your face, the moonlight reflecting the stars in his eyes... It makes you feel young again, makes you feel as though you were seventeen once more, discovering the thrills of love for the very first time. You've missed this. You've missed him. Sighing contentedly against his shoulder, you silently watch the blinking city lights fade in and out of view as you drive through the city that never sleeps.

Zhongli... Has no vehicle of his own. He's broke, your honour. Sorry Zhongli, I don't make the rules here. Thankfully, he lives in a city with a great public transport system, so he has no issues getting around if he needs to. The lack of personal vehicles also means he gets to spend more time walking with you, an activity which he has grown to really enjoy, so I suppose there is a silver lining after all. The two of you often work rather late, so the streets were usually barren by the time you leave the office. You and Zhongli would often walk to the train station together after your shifts have ended, basking in the stillness of the night and the almost alien glow of fluorescent lights.

He loves chatting with you during these walks. He would ask you questions about your day, about your work, about plans for the weekend. Sometimes he would point out the different types of plants and rocks he noticed on your walk to the station. In the train, the two of you would sit silently together, content to just enjoy each other's presence. Sometimes, on particularly rough days, you find yourself falling asleep on his shoulder while waiting for your destination. He finds this incredibly endearing, and would always take it as a cue to give you a quick peck on the cheek before tucking you closer to his side.

Sometime later, you two are awoken by the train staff. The both of you had fallen asleep on the train and had missed your stop. Whoops.

i love these! 

I really vibe with the Albedo one too - he’s very practical and pretty frugal, waste isn’t something he seems to enjoy creating so everything eco-friendly would be his go to ( we can be eco-friendly together my dear )

lol Zhongli!

plus you made these cute little interactions T.T adorable to the max!!

[shtern-and-art]

"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

F.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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In The Dark - masterpost

[bosspigeon]

a space between the shadows

My VERY last-minute prompt fill for @wayhavensummer, which turned into YET ANOTHER character study of my Sad Werewolf Detective~ Prompt: 🌈First Pride, Belonging Pairing: Adam/Male Detective, Bonus Found Family Vibes~ Words: 2137 Summary: Arlo has some... complex feelings around his identity, his relationship with his closest friend, and who he is supposed to be in a place like Wayhaven. CW for allusions to homophobia, slurs, and implications of religious trauma/bigotry

Seeing as someone actually bothered to submit paperwork this time, Arlo feels it’s safe to assume there will be no (or at least fewer) strange supernatural occurrences involved in this festival. Still, he’s not sure what to make of it.

“I don’t… have to go, do I?” he asks Tina.

Tina blinks slowly at him, as if he’s suddenly become the stupidest creature to ever draw breath. “Yes,” she says simply.

“I’m just a detective, and it’s Wayhaven, it won’t be anything crazy, so I don’t have to be there to keep things—”

“Oh, no, of course not,” she interjects, well acquainted with his nervous babbling by now. He’s barely exhaled his relieved sigh when she leans her elbows on his desk and grins in his face. “We’re going in a purely civilian capacity.”

“But I don’t want to,” he says quietly, and he knows he sounds like a pouty little kid, but he can’t help it.

Tina pouts mockingly right back at him. “I don’t care.”

And that sort of sums up their entire relationship, he thinks.

Adam, of course, is about as pleased as Arlo is. Unfortunately, Adam has not yet learned what Arlo knew by sixteen— that there is no force in the known universe more powerful than Tina Poname's stubbornness. She simply can't be defeated.

"She's a little bisexual juggernaut," Arlo sighs. He's annoyed, sure, but he can't keep the fondness from his tone as he watches her swan back and forth from the safety of the sitting room.

Naturally, Tina and Felix get on like a house on fire, and the two of them have commandeered Arlo's studio. The floor is a minefield of water cups, washable paint, and drying posters. Felix has Tina's flag tied around his neck like a cape.

Mason disappeared the second the first tube of paint was popped open, though his sharpy retort of "I like what I like" when Tina asked what his persuasion was (so that she could make him a poster as well) did launch her into her practiced dissertation on the intricacies of bi and pan identities, and how they mean similar things, how at their core neither are meant to be exclusive, and it is simply a matter of personal identity and choice which one suits an individual best.

"Have you been to a Pride festival before?" Nate asks, setting down two mugs of tea on Arlo's coffee table, carefully out of the way of the map of Wayhaven he and Adam are poring over. More for Adam's peace of mind than anything. It's mostly taking place in the local park, and while there will be a parade, the route is short enough to keep things contained.

"Yeah, once," Arlo says with a shrug, and he and Adam are sitting close enough on the sofa for their shoulders to brush with the motion. "When I was at uni."

Nate hums and sits down in the armchair across from them. "I assume it was… unpleasant for you?"

Arlo smiles, flustered, and rubs at the back of his neck. "It was fine. Fun, even. I mean, I went to art school, so the turnout was great. Nerve-wracking, yeah, because so many people, but seeing your anthropology professor riding a mechanical bull in little more than nipple pasties is one hell of a distraction."

He can feel the scandalized look Adam is giving him, but he knows if he turns to meet his eyes, he'll blush all the way to his hairline, so he sips deeply from his mug instead.

Nate tilts his head, lips pursed. There's a brief twitch of amusement to them, but it settles as his brow furrows thoughtfully. "I'm afraid I don't understand. If you had a good time at the last festival you attended, why are you so hesitant to participate in one closer to home?"

Arlo looks down at his mug, thumbing at a chip in the black enamel, exposing an ellipse of white ceramic underneath. The silence is heavy, and he knows if he lets it go on too long, Nate's going to start apologizing, so he sighs hard through his nose before he barrels on. "It's… it's different here. Back at school, I wasn't… I wasn't the Detective's weird brat. I was just Priestley, the weird performing arts major." He picks a little harder at his mug. "Might sound odd, but I didn't have to perform there, not the way I do here. I could just be Arlo. Not a shadow. Just… the fuckoff huge goth from your sociology lecture hall who just so happens to like men."

He doesn't look up, but he can tell Nate is chewing over the information. As he considers, Adam shifts on the sofa, closing the bare inch of space between them so their thighs press together. Arlo peeks up, and Adam's giving him that look. The one that makes him go all soft around the edges. "I know small towns can be… conservative," he begins, and his mouth twists distastefully around the word. "But I have never gotten the impression that Wayhaven was…"

"Anything but refreshingly progressive," Nate finishes for him.

Arlo looks up with a wry smile. "Yeah, no, it's great on that front. I'm damned lucky I didn't have to grow up with Rebecca's family. It's just…" He shifts his weight, and before he can sprout claws to really start menacing his poor mug, Adam plucks it from his hands and sets it out of the way. "There's a legacy for me here," he murmurs. "One I never asked for. Sure, I don't have to worry about getting called slurs," he chews his lip, "at least, not anymore after the whole Graham thing, but I'm still… I don't really get to be me here. People here don't look at me and see Arlo. They see Rook's kid. They see Detective Priestley the Second." He huffs out a laugh. "I didn't even get to come out on my own here. I honestly don't think I ever have outside of school. Everyone knows everything they want to know about me, because I've been a landmark since I was born. This month, it's just a landmark with a rainbow flag."

Nate is giving him that sad-eyed look he gets whenever Arlo and Rebecca get into it. The one that says he wants to help, but he's not sure how.

Arlo rubs his hands over the worn denim of his dark jeans, picking at a frayed thread. There’s a spiderweb of cracks forming in the fresh coat of black polish on his thumb where the nail has begun to thicken in response to his emotional state. He sighs a little, but he doesn’t have the time to sink too deeply into his own head, because there is a pale hand creeping cautiously over his.

“Why do it, then?” Adam asks, head tilted and brows drawn, as if he truly doesn’t understand. “Officer Poname cares deeply for you. I am sure she would understand if you were honest with her.” His lips twitch faintly, and the smile he gives Arlo is touching in its earnest, if stilted, effort. “Bisexual juggernaut or no. Though, she is only little to you.”

Arlo snickers weakly, turning his face away so he can hide behind the fall of his hair. Adam doesn’t let him hide, though, brushing it out of his face, knuckles skimming the detective’s cheekbone. Arlo can’t help but sigh and lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.

There’s a crash and a cry from the other room, but it’s Nate’s startled noise that makes the two of them leap apart as if burned, putting a few inches of space between them.

Arlo’s face flushes hotly when Nate smiles at them, and there’s a mischievous twinkle to his dark eyes. “I wonder what that’s about!” he exclaims, clapping his hands together and springing to his feet. “I’ll go check on them, shall I? Make sure they’re not causing too much trouble.” And before Arlo can even stutter out a… something—an explanation, or maybe an apology for third-wheeling the poor man—Nate is striding off towards the studio with a spring in his step the detective can’t help but find incredibly mocking.

He closes the door behind him with a parting smile and a decisive click.

They’re left on the sofa sitting guiltily apart like a pair of teenagers caught canoodling, and surprisingly it’s Adam who breaks the stalemate by huffing through his nose and turning to Arlo again, reaching out for his hand and tugging it between his own. “You were saying?” he presses gently, his thumb tracing ticklish lines alone Arlo’s palm.

Arlo tilts his head and sighs “I guess I just… Tina’s like my sister, you know? And we wound up going to different universities in different cities, and I didn’t really get to share any of those big milestones with her. She’s not the type to be jealous I made other friends or went and had fun without her, but it feels sort of… I want to be able to share this with her, since she was one of the first people who ever bothered to… to not just care about me, but to care about me enough to…” He furrows his brow and chews at his lip, trying to figure out how to make sense of the feelings he’s never really been able to express out loud. “Neither of us belonged here, really. Sure, I was born here, but I never really felt like I was supposed to be here. I just felt like I was filling a space someone more important than me left vacant.”

He looks down at Adam’s hands, sturdy and strong, tangled up around his freckled, long-fingered one. He swallows. “Tina’s the one who looked at that space, then decided it wasn’t for either of us, and she carved out one that was.” He smiles fondly, thinking of the way Tina bullied her way into his lonely life and gave it some much-needed color. “She made a space where we could both fit. It was messy, and awkward, and we were still outcasts, but we were outcasts together.” He laughs, and it sounds suspiciously wet even to his own ears. Thankfully, Adam doesn’t bring attention to it. “Christ, I’m rambling. Does this make any sense at all?”

Adam is quiet, thoughtful for a moment, but he squeezes Arlo’s fingers to draw his eyes up again. He’s smiling, a real smile, one that Arlo is seeing more and more these days. A man could get addicted to a smile like that. “It does,” he murmurs, bringing Arlo’s hand to his mouth to brush a kiss to his palm. It’s such a simple little touch, it barely lasts a second, but it steals all the air from Arlo’s lungs.

Adam shifts, and his face scrunches a bit. “While I won’t say I am looking forward to the chaos, I am…” He looks up at Arlo again, his brows drawn, his jaw set with the same fierce determination with which he stares down trappers. “I am honored to share this with you.”

It is really not fair, the way he can just say things like that, things that would sound trite and cheesy coming from anyone else, with such naked honesty. Arlo has no choice but to kiss him. He’s rewarded by a sweet, startled noise rumbling against his mouth, but he draws back before they can get too distracted, seeing as their friends are just a room away. If Adam is pouting, Arlo’s certainly not going to be the one to tell him.

“I guess, in a way, it’s a first for the both of us, right?” he coughs, just to ease the heavy atmosphere a bit. “My first Pride in Wayhaven, and your first entirely.” He pokes Adam in the chest. “We’ll have to get you a flag. You look good in pastels.”

“Are you certain the rainbow is not too at odds with your aesthetic?” Adam teases in return.

“Goth is a state of mind,” Arlo replies archly.

They laugh quietly together, shifting again to close the distance between them. Adam turns to face Arlo more fully, their shoulders bumping in a way that is incredibly comforting in its charming awkwardness. “What is wrong with Agent Priestley’s family?” he asks, keeping his voice low so as not to draw the attention of their companions chattering in the other room.

Arlo tries to smile, but it comes off as more of a tense grimace. “Catholic,” he snorts.

Adam’s expression mirrors his so perfectly, Arlo has to clap a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t bark out a laugh. “Ah,” the vampire says primly. “I understand.”

Arlo gives up and collapses against the vampire, snickering helplessly into his neck.

[sisterofleatherfrog]

Star Wars Kinktober day- 6

Prompt: Feral kink

Wolffe x AFAB OC

Another shorter one today, I have to get to sleep because I got shit to do tomorrow.

Tags: Chase and catch, predator/prey dynamic, fantasy scenario, full consent they’re just being kinky, size kink, biting, marking, a dash of little red riding hood vibes

Words: 1136

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Run, run, run! The mantra was the only thing Mieli knew as she dogged, leaped, and swerved through the heavy brush. Dense groves of thin saplings, dips made by the paths of spring run-off, downed trees, thickets, slopes slick with pine needles, and a multitude of other small obstacles added unwanted seconds to the time that she was making. Between breaths she could hear the crash of her pursuer; smaller obstacles that she had to avoid he pushed through with abandon, but the tighter spaces she navigated with more ease he had to take his time with or circumvent. It was a give and take of lengths and speed: she was fast, but he was a wolf, inexorably possessed with the hunt.

Faster she tried to fly, tried to imagine there were wings upon her back to carry her as the breeze that surely flew above the suffocating blanket of trees, but wishful thinking does not carry feet, and her lungs were burning with the score of her breaths. A slope was before her and she took the opportunity to slide down it, precious seconds being gained as up the other side of the small dip she went. She barely cleared the top of it when she heard him break the cover at the other side. Mieli didn’t stop to look; she knew what she’d see. 

The forest started to change around her: less and less was the cover as thick tangles of pine, maple, and oak gave way to a burgeoning meadowland populated by aspens. If she could just get enough distance, she could lose him in the confusion of the dazzlingly uniform landscape. Ghost pipes, lady slippers, and blue-eyed grass now whipped past her ankles among the knee tall grass as she weaved in and out of the trees. A silence settled around her and, finding the sensation of rapacious eyes no longer on her back, she hunkered down and knelt to catch her breath at the base of one of the bright trees. Even though the grass was high enough to mostly conceal her bent form, she still quieted her panting breath as well as she could, not knowing where the hunter was keeping her instincts at full alert.

A howl ripped through the glade of delicate flora and struck the animal within her before she could settle though. Head whipping around on her slim neck, Mieli saw a black shape hurtling toward her, 80 meters approximately and closing. She cursed herself and knew she should have kept running, the seconds taken now to get up and back to speed costing her dearly here where there was nothing to impede him. She tried valiantly, but she’d left her speed behind where she’d tried to rest, and the hunter was only a step behind.

Sounds half breath, half cry to the wild echoed from her lips through the trees as the stomp of his feet creeped closer, closer… 

With a snarl she felt more than heard him leap behind her, a second of silence ringing in her ears before two meaty arms wrapped around her midsection and took her into the fall with him. With a small twist in the air they came down, him upon his back with her own pressed into his broad chest, shoulders comfortably swallowed by that solid plane. Escape was her first and only thought. Twisting hard she threw his grasp and went to her stomach on the ground before desperately trying to crawl away on her hands and knees, grasses now tickling the exposed skin of her shoulders and stomach. Before she could make it far, two expansive hands snatched at the meat of her calves, wrapping almost all the way around and causing her to stumble with her upper half, face falling into lilies of the valley. She wailed a shriek as her hands clawed into the fresh earth, trying to crawl away from the hands that held her tight, holding her, dragging her back-

The sharp sting of teeth lanced through her as the man sunk them into the flesh just under the bottom curve of her ass below her shorts. Mieli froze, the sensation of the sudden snap of his jaw having erased anything else in her head, the only thing present being the instinct to remain still and hope that would somehow protect her. Slowly the teeth released, as if testing to see what she would do. When she remained as was, a thick tongue laved over that spot, soothing the soon-to-be mark before he slid further up, nosing her skin before material hid it. Up and up he went, soon licking a small path up her lower back. She shivered, and, as if a trance had been broken, she suddenly came to herself again, the landscape snapping sharply back into focus.

He seemed to sense the second her body tensed and prepared to flee again, because just as suddenly as the notion came he was all over her, the breadth of him more than enough to consume her petite form. His knees rested on either side of her while his shins replaced his hands as they pinned her legs to the ground; in one more desperate attempt Mieli pushed back with her arms, hoping to throw off his core balance, only to be met with the unforgiving hardness of his hips against her ass. She stopped dead, and he took that opportunity to wrap his left arm under hers and around her throat, his right coming to possessively cup her sex. 

Her left arm immobilized and his weight bearing down on her upper back, Mieli was forced to fall to her chest, moaning in defeat. His mouth returned to her skin, licking and mouthing the skin at the nape of her neck before he bit her, hard, in the thicker flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and growled. The sound was low and she felt the rumble of it pass through her entire body. It was a message without words: ‘you’re mine’, and ‘submit’. Knowing she was beat, she mewled, helplessly arching her back and pressing herself back into his hips. The length of him was a hot, steel rod pressing into the cleft of her ass, trapped in the confines of his own pants. His teeth still latched onto her, he growled a softer tone at her submission and lessened his bite by a fraction before slowly, torturously, beginning to rut against her.

Turning her face into the ground she grinned and gasped at the sensation of his cock dragging over her. The chase was long and hard but the big, bad wolf had finally caught her. Mieli knew there was nothing to fear though, because this wolf was her Wolffe, and she’d let him devour her mind, body, and soul.

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So maybe not all of the plants technically belong in the environment, or together at the same place and time, but I’m just setting the mood here boys.

My OC’s name is derived from the Finnish goddess of the hunt, Mielikki. I came across her a while ago when researching pine-deities and I just thought her name was cool and didn’t want to go with Diana or Artemis (as nice of names as they are). I pronounce Mieli as me-ELLE-ee, but I really have 0 clue as to how the original Finnish is pronounced so, whatever.

Planning this one shot I accidentally started outlining a whole fic, so maybe we’ll see that in the future (if we do, I’ll definitely have either this scene or at least a similar one, so you’ll be getting all the feral smut your little heart's desire).

I just keep making ideas for other longer works while working on these, huh? 

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