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filmflowersbangtan · 3 years

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Dead of Night (preview)

pairing: gang member!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing | drug mention | gangs | in the full story, there will be violence, blood, fighting, threatening

preview word count: 4k

you meet jungkook in a diner in the early morning where it’s just the two of you in the entire place. An interesting relationship ensues, and you find out he’s not who you thought he was. He’s a prominent member of the city’s most powerful gang, surrounded by danger and trouble. But you still want him.

author’s note: I sincerely apologize for being gone for so long and for not updating any of my fics. To everyone waiting on IMSWY pt. ii: I am so sorry for taking so long with it. It’s still in my WIPs, and I haven’t given up on it yet, but it is on the back burner right now since I have many other ideas bubbling up that I absolutely have to write or else they will probably internally set me aflame (lol).

I will be deleting many of my fics soon. I will be keeping “Unbound,” “I Must Still Want You,” “Heartbreaker with a Heart of Gold,” and “Lonely Planets.” Everything else I will be deleting because I have no desire to finish working on them or I simply do not like them anymore and can’t see them going anywhere.

I also will probably not be writing anymore series. Everything will most likely be one shot because every time I start a series, I get too overwhelmed with the idea of updating parts and finishing them that I just end up postponing them for too long and leaving too many people who have been looking forward to them disappointed. I do want to say that I have been going through So Much since I last posted Lonely Planets pt. ii and IMSWY, but I am in a so so so much better place now. That’s why I’m even writing this story now.

This will be a oneshot. It will not be a series. It will be very long. I am almost finished with it, but I am posting this preview just to see if you all would like to continue reading it.

Thank you all. I appreciate all the feedback and the follows and the reblogs so, so much. The feedback and the reblogs of Heartbreaker with a Heart of Gold is what really motivated me to write this one. I hope you all enjoy it. 😊

Being alone was like an addiction. It was fulfilling and appealing and…well, lonely.

Two in the morning diner stops during the weekdays had become routine. The place was completely empty save for a waitress and a cook and maybe a tired trucker. You tucked yourself in a booth in the back. The vinyl seats were cracked and uncomfortable, the lighting was stark and washed everything raw. But it was comforting. Sleep was evasive and your apartment was barely unpacked, boxes stacked haphazardly in the dining area and the mattress on the living room floor. It was your idea to move to this vast city far away from home. This city swallowed everything in its incessant noise. Nocturnal and teeming with cars and neon lights. It never rested and the two of you had that in common. You took solace in that.

The air was thick with bacon grease and bitter black coffee. Every morning you had waffles and orange juice. The refills were free and the waffles were the exact same circumference as the plate underneath it. Time was stagnant here. The city pressed against the plate glass windows, but the reflections from inside barred its entry. If you looked out, you simply stared directly at yourself. Maybe there was some kind of metaphor in that.

The night shift waitress, Bethany, set your plate of steaming waffles on the table as well as a glass syrup dispenser. She knew you by name and you thanked her for the food. She smiled sweetly and left you be.

The door chimed, denoting the entry of another patron. You didn’t look up. Bethany greeted the person in her cheerful customer service voice. You knew she didn’t actually sound like that. Once, you glimpsed her smoking a cigarette by the dumpster at the back of the diner arguing with her boyfriend on her cell phone. She had a tired voice. You wondered if she was lonely, too.

As you ate, Bethany took the patron’s order. From where you sat, his voice was a mumble. “You got it!” Bethany said before breezing away.

You glanced up from your food at the patron. Hair dyed blond, dark brown at the roots. He had a gentle face and a mouth made for smiling or furtively suppressing them. Tattoos were stippled on his arm all the way down to his knuckles. He was staring down at his phone, his fingers were slender and embellished with many silver rings. He was impossibly handsome. A paragon of beauty.

And he looked up. Right at you. Why was it at that moment you happened to notice him, he decided to notice you, too?

Your scalp prickled with hot embarrassment. You immediately averted your eyes back to your waffles. There was only a bite remaining. Good. You could finish, get your check, pay, and leave.

Boldly, you chanced another glimpse. He did, too. This time, a smile, broad and lovely, stretched across his face. It was endearing and intimate and you had never felt so seen. It was exhilarating. A small smile crept onto your mouth. You couldn’t help it. His smile was contagious.

This was how the following hour went. Weighted glances and secret smiles from across the room. He received his food, and he picked up his plate and mug of coffee and…was he coming this way?

You watched him, eyes wide, as he sauntered over to your booth and set his items on your table. “May I sit?” he said. His voice was the perfect match to his face. Smooth, sonorous, soft. Crushed velvet.

Jerkily, like you had never done it before, you nodded. He sat. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied.

“I’m Jungkook.”

You told him your name. He repeated it once, twice, thrice. Like he enjoyed the feel of it in his mouth, rolling it around like a piece of hard candy he didn’t want to dissolve on his tongue just yet. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached his hand over the table. You smiled and shook it.

His plate was piled with pancakes and sausages and scrambled eggs. He dug in. In between bites, he asked, “So what brings you here at this time of night?” “I have trouble sleeping. And you?” Your chest was tight with the awkwardness of it all, but he appeared to be perfectly at ease.

“I’m just a night owl. Or I’m a vampire.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued eating.

Surprisingly, laughter bubbled from you until you couldn’t help the giggles that shook you. How long had it been since you had a conversation with anyone? Your store had been a drought for the past month, only a couple of people coming in a day. You didn’t call home because your parents would ask how you’ve been, and that topic lit a fire in your skull. Bethany was just a waitress doing her job. And Nora was always busy. It was refreshing to have someone sit with you. Talk with you. Want to be near you.

His eyes danced at the sound of your laughter. It was an innocuous expression, boyish in how pure it was.

You covered your mouth with your hands to mask the laughter. And he gently grabbed your wrist and removed them. “I like your laugh.”

Butterflies unfurled their wings in your stomach and fluttered in a frantic cluster. He resumed his meal as if nothing happened. “So what do you do?”

You cleared your throat. “I own a used book and record store downtown. It’s small and kind of hidden from the street, but it’s there.” You chuckled nervously. You were proud of that store, but you might have to close it down soon and return to your hometown with your tail tucked in between your legs if the revenue continued as it did.

His eyebrows shot up. “Wow. That’s super cool. I like records. Books, not so much. Where is it located?”

You told him the address. “By that bodega on the corner.”

“The one that sells the really good blue raspberry shaved ice?”

You snapped your fingers. “That’s the one.”

“I’ll definitely have to stop by.”

This was how the next few hours went. Talking about everything and nothing. He had lived in the city his entire life, worked as a freelance artist, had an apartment not too far away. Plates had been swept away by Bethany long ago. Refills poured, drained, and poured again.

And then, “Do you maybe want to get out of here? Kick it at my place?” Jungkook asked. His expression was open and genuine.

You didn’t know if that was a good idea. But talking to him was stimulating and you didn’t want it to end.

He noticed your hesitation. “Turn you location on your phone, I’ll even give you my address so you can send it to your friends. Anything to make you feel comfortable.”

He was right. He didn’t live that far. It was barely past five o’ clock in the morning, the city was still awake, billboards alight. The buildings towered, dark against the predawn blue of the sky. The apartment building was modest and typical of the city. Clean and affordable but just expensive enough to be appealing to a specific demographic of college students and those with decent enough jobs. His apartment was on the third floor and was charming with brick walls and high ceilings. There was a bookshelf packed with vinyl records, even more in milk crates. A record player in pristine condition sat on an end table beside an armchair.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Jungkook said, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on a hook beside the front door.

“You said you liked records,” you replied, browsing his collection.

“I did.”

“This isn’t liking records. This is a goddamn treasure trove.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, eager to move it from your face. “Bowie, Billie Holiday, Bob Dylan, Prince. You even have a rare version of Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland. With the naked women! This is incredible.”

He laughed. “I see you are a woman of taste.”

“If only my dad could see this. I’m afraid to touch anything.”

“I’m sure you don’t have clumsy hands with records. Since you have a record store and all.”

You laughed. “I appreciate the trust.”

“So what would you like to listen to?”

You mulled it over, taking your time examining the sleeves of the records. Then you found one.

He smiled when you showed him the cover art. “Perfect.”

Frank Ocean’s Blond. A modern classic. Perfect for the liminal hour of five AM.

Jungkook slipped it from its sleeve, fingers on the slim rounded edges of the record. He carefully settled it on the turntable, placed the needle on the disc, and played the album. There was the classic crackle of vinyl, and then the first track emanated. It was a phantasm of sound, rich and ethereal. Light but weighted. The song was the deep blue of the sky before the sun decided to pull itself above the horizon and emblazon the sky with its myriad of colors. It was the perfect song for this liquid moment that felt like a dream. This beautiful stranger standing before you with his incredible collection.

And then you were in Jungkook’s arms, slowly swaying to the music. You smiled up at him and him down at you.

The album continued on in the living room, serenading to no one. You and Jungkook had moved to the bedroom, lounging on the bed. The horizon blushed peach, casting the room in half-light. You both lay on your backs, him with an arm slung casually behind his head, you with your hands folded delicately on your stomach.

“Thank you for paying for my meal today,” you said to him meekly.

He smiled. “Thank you for the great conversation. And having an amazing taste in music.”

You laughed. “What made you come sit with me anyway?”

That was when he looked at you, his mouth still slung in a smile, but his eyes sincere. “Because you’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks went hot and you giggled nervously, covering it with your hands. He rolled over and carefully removed them, his eyes on yours. For a brief moment, time was still. Your breath caught in your throat. He was so close. His lips were so close. Your noses were just barely brushing. His voice was husky when he said, “I like your laugh.”

And then he kissed you.

In the living room, Frank Ocean sang about nights and new beginnings.

In the bedroom, you and Jungkook were breathless. Hands on thighs. Hands in hair. Teeth on collarbones. It was a innocent hunger, one that never got too peckish. He was careful with you, didn’t dare to remove your clothes. “I like you,” he breathed into your neck. You gasped at the sensation.

You kissed until you both eventually succumbed to sleep, the morning sun pouring drowsy golden light across the room.

It was well into the afternoon when you woke to the sound of a shower running. The room was unfamiliar. Definitely not your barren apartment with the boxes strewn about the place. And you definitely weren’t on your living room mattress tangled amongst its waves of sheets. The bed you were in was the most comfortable you’ve ever experienced. Brick walls, plants, beautiful abstract canvas paintings leaning against the wall. Then you remembered.

The diner. The vinyl collection. The sunrise. The kiss.

Jungkook.

He was in the shower and you were fully dressed and the night had to have been a dream. But it wasn’t. Reality settled back onto your shoulders in agonizing waves. You were hours late opening the store. But oh, you wanted to burrow into these soft, sweet-smelling sheets and dissolve into nothing. Eventually you got up.

The door to the bathroom was open. You thought about telling him you were leaving, but instead, you drew your name and number into the mirror steam and went home to shower and change yourself.

An entire week went by and he never called. He didn’t return to the diner, either. It hurt. Every time you lay on your side, willing yourself to sleep, the phantom feeling of his hands and lips barreled you at such an unwelcome rush you would gasp. None of it was real. You had to keep telling yourself that. None of it was real.

Life went back to normal. Jungkook was a fleeting daydream that sifted in and out of your thoughts. The store still barely got any customers, except for the same two or three crate diggers who visited like ghosts. And then Nora, your best friend, breezed through the door. She was a city girl through and through. Large sunglasses, the omnipresent iced coffee, the expensive wardrobe curated specifically for being in front of a camera. She was partly why you moved here. The two of you were from the same hometown, and she had escaped first to chase the tail of a fashion designer career.

“Move here!” she had said during a phone call. “You’ll love it. You’re super hipster and this city eats that shit up! And you can open up that record and book store you always dreamed of.”

She wasn’t wrong. You loved this city but this city seemed to not love you back. Now, she pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and set her iced coffee on the counter top before you. You were sitting behind the register, feet up and reading a book when she had come in. You looked up from the paperback in your hands. “And what have I done to deserve your presence, Your Highness?”

“Good morning, dork! We’re going to a party.”

You kicked your feet down. Slipped a bookmark in the book and closed it. And you simply said, “No.”

She blinked, her smile stiff. “Why not?”

“You know I have to open this place every single morning. I can’t go to a party and get drunk and miss another opening.”

“Stop making this store your entire life.”

“It is my entire life.”

“Well, live another one. Just for one night.” She clasped her hands together and actually pouted. “Please.”

You sighed. “You don’t have anyone else to go with?”

She perked up and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, I do. I just want you to go with me. I want you to have fun for once. All you’ve done since you been here was work.”

Every single dollar and penny from your savings went to this store. It was your lifelong dream. And Nora—lovely, naïve Nora—had never needed to work for anything a day in her life. She meant well. She was never intentionally ignorant. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

She also didn’t know of your time with Jungkook. It was embarrassing that he never called. It angered you that he called you beautiful and said he liked you only for it all to be false. Thank goodness you didn’t have sex with him.

“I’ll have fun once I’m a millionaire or something,” you said to Nora.

She huffed. “I can find you someone to cover the shop for the night. You won’t even have to pay them. Please just come with me.”

“No. What if they steal something.”

She stared at you flatly. “Do you really think any of my friends—my friends—would steal? Let alone steal any of this stuff? No offense.”

“Why do you want me to go so badly?”

“I already said. Fun. You know, music, drinks, guys.” She sang the last word and accompanied it with a little shimmy.

“I have plenty of music and I can buy my own drinks.”

She slammed her hand against the counter top, startling you. “Stop being fucking difficult and come have some fun with me.”

So, grudgingly, you went. Albeit late because you didn’t trust anyone else to close the shop for you, but you went nonetheless. Nora did your makeup. Just glitter eyeshadow and a little eyeliner because you insisted you didn’t want much. And she picked out your outfit—a black lace bra, a crop top cardigan, and a pair of white shorts.

“Because I can’t dress myself?” you grumbled, sliding on the clothes.

“Exactly that. You dress too…hipster-y. You need to be hot for tonight.”

You hadn’t worn that bra since you dated Namjoon. He was pretentious and arrogant and such a city boy it made you lightheaded. You met when he waltzed into the store shortly after you moved here. He smiled at you and you practically melted. The books were what he came for. He bought a Russian classic novel and at checkout, he discussed with you the allegory of sharing fruit in literature. He was eloquent and intelligent and so damn gorgeous you fell for him in that same moment. He scribbled his number on the receipt and told you to keep it.

The relationship lasted for four months. He suggested you move into his high rise apartment downtown with him. It was a modern edifice, all glass and steel and money. He was the wealthiest person you had ever met in your life. And, stupidly, you were in love.

And then you saw his text messages with some unfairly beautiful girl he followed on social media about how good she looked in his bed . He said he was lonely, that you worked too much, what else was he supposed to do? Needless to say, you left him. And you hadn’t seen him since.

Now, Nora said to you, “And don’t think about wearing those fucking platform boots.”

“Why not?” you said, frowning. “They’re cute.”

“They look ridiculous. Like those boots that one goth girl from that cartoon you like wore.”

You grinned, mischievous. “That’s exactly why I bought them.”

To Nora’s dismay, you wore the fucking platform boots.

The party was in an underground venue. It wasn’t all red wine and an elaborate excuse to brag about money, like the gatherings Namjoon liked, it was edgy. A live band played pop punk on a stage, the lights in the place were dim save for the spotlights and the white Christmas lights behind the bar. Greasy pizza and liquor and neon lights. You brushed elbows with someone smoking a joint, and you were pretty sure someone was doing coke in the bathroom.

Nora pulled you to the bar where she ordered herself a cocktail and you a craft beer. She knew you so well.

There were so many people here. You mentally kicked yourself for not bringing flyers for your store.

And then you saw him. Nora was talking your ear off about how hot the frontman for the band was and you almost choked on your beer.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spat.

Nora blinked rapidly. “What? What happened?”

“This is why you brought me here. You cunt.” You didn’t mean to call her that. It wasn’t a word worn with frequent use in your vocabulary. In fact, you hated the word. But it was deserved in this situation.

Namjoon. He was standing near the stage with a craft beer of his own in his hand, bobbing his head to the music. He didn’t like places like this. They were tacky to him. He didn’t even listen to this genre of music. What the hell was he doing here?

The girl standing next to him turned to him and smiled. She was wearing lipstick as red as murder and her bob was so black it reflected the lights with an envious luster. She had a septum piercing, the two silver balls glittering in the low light like two tiny stars. That’s when it clicked. He was here because of her. She was that unfairly beautiful girl in his text messages. Your skin felt incandescent.

“He had to see how hot you are. I thought you would enjoy shoving that in his face.” Lovely, naïve Nora. You wanted to slap her.

You stood from the bar stool and set your craft beer on the bar. “I’m leaving now.”

Her face was slack with regret. Before she could form an apology, you turned and walked away.

You were a few moments from the door when you heard your name. It wasn’t Nora. You stopped and your breath hitched. Your turned slowly, preparing to see Namjoon with that girl by his side but instead—

“Jungkook?”

His hair was black now and almost as shiny as that girl’s bob. It hung past his ears in gentle waves. He stood there in a baggy black shirt and jeans, his thumbs tucked into the front pockets. Silver bracelets draped from both wrists. In this lighting, he looked ethereal. Infernal. This couldn’t be the same man you shared a chimerical morning with. He looked like he had been created by the darkness of the city’s nights.

Maybe it was just the hair.

“Hi,” he said in the same way he did when he sat your table at the diner. It could’ve been mistaken as sheepishness, but his eyes were not meek. Besides the hair, you couldn’t figure out what was so different about him.

Breathlessly, you said, “Hi.”

“You look nice.”

Over his shoulder, you noticed Namjoon go to the bar. Nora scowled at him. He smiled amicably at her and his mouth moved, saying something. She froze, and her eyes immediately darted to you. Namjoon turned and saw you. And he started your way.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked.

You should’ve ran out of the venue. There were a million other things you should’ve done, but instead you grabbed Jungkook and kissed him.

Initially, he went rigid with shock, but he melted into the kiss. You felt him smile against your mouth. “Miss me that much?”

You pulled away. “I did not.” A glance over his shoulder and Namjoon was gone. You audibly exhaled.

“What happened?”

You ran a hand over your face. “Ex.”

“Ah,” he said. “Is that why you were leaving?”

“Yes. And now I’m going. Goodbye.” You whirled around, shoulders tense with embarrassment and headed for the stairs.

“Wait.” He caught up to you on the stairs. “Can I go with?” There were small white string lights strung in the stairwell and the glow reflected in his eyes. They were so brown.

“Don’t you have friends to be with?” Your phone buzzed in your back pocket with an incoming text message. Most likely your own friend dying to know who the guy you just kissed was. You ignored it.

“They’ll be fine.” He grinned.

“Okay,” you said, feeling yourself smile as well.

There was no destination, but you ended up at a park, sitting beside each other on a swing set. Your feet dragged in the wood chips as you pushed yourself back and forth slowly. He looked up at the night sky and sighed. “Do you want to know why I hadn’t called?”

You just looked at him.

“This may sound like a corny excuse, but… I was afraid of what you would think of me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated before saying, “If we continued seeing each other, you would eventually find out that I’m not a freelance artist. I do paint, but that’s not what I do.”

You could feel your heartbeat gradually speeding its pace. “What do you do?” His eyes fell down to his hands. He turned them over, studying the lines in his palms. His hair slipped over his eyes. He was a portrait of affliction. “I’m a Lost Boy.”

You didn’t understand. He noticed your silence and looked up at you. “The Lost Boys. This city is practically run by them.” He corrected himself, “Ran by us.” He stopped, closed his eyes, and sighed. “I’m in a gang.”

Your voice was a whisper. “What?”

He quickly added, “If you no longer want to associate with me, I understand. They’re—we’re—dangerous. I mean, even if you haven’t heard of us, you know us. The leather jackets, the vandalism, the fights. That venue is owned by us. The drugs at that event were supplied by us. That band playing is in our pockets. My apartment is paid by dirty money.” He laughed quietly to himself then, almost pityingly.

The night air around you was thick with your own dread. “Is being around you dangerous?” You hadn’t meant for your voice to sound so small.

“I won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re asking.” You could hear the unsaid “but” in his tone.

“But what?” you prompted.

He chewed on his lip. A dimple in his left cheek appeared. “I won’t hurt you, but I can’t promise your safety. If you do decide to be around me.”

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oddarin · 4 years

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It is one of the most meaningless thing I’ve done in time - all least-to-most ranks and just characters’ fact answers (those that with no pictures) from oficial Ask Arcana gathered in one place. Have no idea what that information could be used for and if it even useful but it kept me occupied and distracted from some life shit for a while, so let it be.

who is most to least likely to enjoy the movie Frozen? Lucio, Portia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, Nadia

Out of the cast, who is the most to least likely to be the jealous type? Portia, Lucio, Muriel & Nadia (tied), Julian, Asra

would you like to rank the characters from who cries most to least ugly? like from sniveling to shoujo manga tears? Muriel, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Asra, Nadia

who is the most to least superstitious Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Muriel

most to least excited to be at a WWE event Portia, Lucio, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

From worst to best at handling children Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Asra, Portia, Julian

From worst to best for alcohol tolerance Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Nadia

Character ranking from best at keeping secrets to loose-liped gossip? Asra, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Portia, Julian

best to worst dancers? Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel

Most to Least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel

Least to most likely to eat something weird (read: probably shouldn't be eaten) because of a dare? Nadia, Julian, Muriel, Lucio, Portia, Asra and not even on a dare

how old are each of the revealed characters? everyone is old, but in order of least old to most old: Asra, Portia, Muriel, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Who's the best kisser? Who's the worst? Best kisser: Faust (good snake smooches) Worst kissers: Mercedes and Melchior (too much cronch)

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If the main 6 played MTG what color decks would they play? Asra: Blue Nadia: White Julian: Black (Portia made his for him) Portia: White/Green Muriel: Green Lucio: Red

How did cast look as babies? Nadia: The best baby, perfect in form and function Asra: A cute baby, always looking around Julian: Not the most handsome baby, a little gangly Portia: Round, squealing delightful baby Lucio: Red-faced screaming awful baby Muriel: Sturdy and well insulated for the long winter

Of the main six characters, which ones are capable of juggling and which ones would absolutely love doing needlepoint? capable of juggling: Portia, Asra, Muriel absolutely love doing needlepoint: Nadia, Julian incapable of juggling/ absolutely hate doing needlepoint: Lucio

what would the cast choose as their job in the mmo final Fantasy XIV? Julian: Dragoon Asra: Astrologian Lucio: Ninja, but he messes up the mudras Nadia: Machinist Portia: Summoner Muriel: Paladin

What would be the favorite attractions/rides of the cast at Disney? Julian: Pirates of the Caribbean Asra: Astro Orbiter Lucio: Tower of Terror (RIP) Muriel: Matterhorn Portia: California Screamin' Nadia: Carousel of Progress

What do the rest of the cast smell like? Nadia: Les Larmes Sacree Du Thebes by Baccarat Asra: Lord of Misrule Lush Shower Cream Julian: Leather seats in a rental car Portia: Cocoa butter and laundry soap Lucio: Fireball, Axe body spray & ass Muriel: myrrh

What board game would The Arcana gang be? Nadia: Clue Asra: Twister Julian: Sorry! Portia: Mouse Trap Lucio: Monopoly Muriel: Guess Who

Who do all the cast main in over watch? Nadia: Ana Asra: Sombra Julian: Reaper Portia: Zarya Muriel: Bastion Lucio: Genji

If everyone participated in a Winter Olympic sport, which one would they be in? Nadia: figure skate (singles) Asra: snowboarding Julian: alpine ski Portia: freestyle ski Muriel: luge Lucio: ice hockey

Main casts Starbucks orders? Julian: Black coffee and he flirts with the barista until it’s ready. Nadia: London Fog Latte. She comes in at exactly 8 every morning. Asra: Matcha latte unless there’s a new radioactive-looking Frappuccino flavor and then he gets that. Muriel: Waiting outside in the car, asks Asra to get him a water. Asra comes back with a hot chocolate and a cake pop. Muriel grumbles but accepts them every time. Lucio: Salted Caramel Mocha extra whip extra sprinkles nonfat no foam soy upside down actually coconut milk instead and then he yells at you if you get it wrong. Portia: Pink Drink and all the baristas get excited when she walks in because they love her and she always tips.

The cast as Kanye songs Nadia: Power Lucio: No Church in the Wild Asra: Love Lockdown Julian: Heartless Portia: Paranoid Muriel: Coldest Winter

Which characters would be in the fire, water, earth, and air nations? Slightly different from what you asked, but: Asra - waterbender Nadia - airbender Julian & Portia - non-benders Muriel - Earthbender Lucio - Firebender

What kind of parents are the cast at their child’s soccer game? Nadia: standing on the sidelines in sunglasses and heels biting her thumbnail and watching every move on the field because she doesnt trust the ref Asra: cheers whenever anything happens, takes as many kids as can fit in the car out for ice cream but doesn’t check with the parents Julian: chats up the other parents relentlessly and isn’t watching when his kid gets hit in the face with the ball Portia: “cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon AW WHAT WAS THAT” Muriel: watching from the parking lot inside the car Lucio: yelling on the phone the whole time, spills all 24 oz of his salted caramel mocha on the bench and doesn’t do anything about it

Which Disney movie is the favorite of each of the cast? Nadia: Fantasia 2000 Asra: The Emperor’s New Groove Julian: Muppet Treasure Island Portia: Muppet Treasure Island Muriel: The Fox and the Hound Lucio: Cinderella 2: Dreams Come True

what kind of youtube channel would each character have (letsplay, cooking, craft, etc)? Asra: very unstructured mostly-cooking channel that also features videos of him just eating weird things, and videos of Faust existing and being cute Nadia: beauty guru with very polished high-end editing Julian: doesn’t know how to use youtube but Portia made an account for him and uploads her shaky/blurry phone videos of his jazz performances Portia: likes and comments on all of Nadia’s videos while occasionally posting cute cat vids Muriel: does not have an internet connection Lucio: extremely loud letsplayer, mostly FPS

What would the cast be as animal crossing villagers? Muriel: Cranky Bear Julian: Smug Eagle Portia: Uchi Cat Nadia: Snooty Ostrich Asra: Lazy Wolf Lucio: Jock Goat

What Fire Emblem Fates' classes would each character be? Asra - Diviner Nadia - Priestess Julian - Adventurer Portia - Maid Muriel - Wolfskin Lucio - Berserker

if the arcana cast were naruto characters, which ones would they be Portia: Naruto Muriel: Gaara Lucio: Orochimaru Julian: Itachi Asra: Kakashi Nadia: Fancy Shikamaru

If the characters of arcana watched rupaul's drag race who would be their faves? Nadia: bebe, raja, peppermint Asra: yara, aja, adore Julian: nina bo’nina, sasha, raven Portia: chichi, bob, ginger Lucio: willam, kimora, mimi imfurst Muriel: Latrice Royale

WHAT ARE THE CHARAS PREFERRED FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Nadia: Lavender Lemon Asra: Rainbow Sorbet Julian: Pistachio Portia: Cookie Dough Muriel: Rocky Road Lucio: Red Velvet

Please please arcana cast as mcr songs Lucio: It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish Julian: Thank You For The Venom Asra: Welcome To The Black Parade Muriel: House of Wolves Nadia: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison Portia: Give Em Hell Kid

What are the characters going to be for Halloween? Asra - glow-in-the-dark mermaid Nadia - [elegant ballgown interpretation of] a swan Julian - tortured vampire/werewolf hybrid Muriel - sheet ghost Portia - ninja turtle Lucio - slutty angel Faust - a very long hot dog

If you had to assign the characters from the Arcana to characters from Labyrinth who would they be? Nadia: Jareth Asra: Sara Julian: Sir Didymus Portia: Hoggle Muriel: Ludo Lucio: The Chilly Down birds

What's each character's favourite fruits? Nadia: Concord Grape Asra: Blue Raspberry Julian: Fig Portia: Banana Muriel: Lemon Lucio: Pomegranate

what's everyone's favorite season? Asra - spring Nadia - summer Julian - autumn Muriel - winter Portia - spring Lucio - summer

Who would the Arcana cast be in a cliche Noir Film? Nadia: boss with kinetic ball bearing desk ornament and brandy in the drawer Asra: first love turned old flame that you run into halfway around the world Julian: haggard scientist with an unbuttoned shirt scribbling on the walls Portia: wisecracking secretary who takes a bus a train and a ferry to work Muriel: ominous farmer that lets people use the phone after a car breaks down Lucio: raging starlet shattering a vase after being blacklisted by every studio

The Arcana cast as Michael Jackson songs? Nadia: Man in the Mirror Asra: You Are Not Alone Julian: Smooth Criminal Portia: Will You Be There Muriel: Ben Lucio: Bad

What would each character be in cats? This probably wasn’t supposed to be Cats the musical but if you think i’m gonna pass this up Nadia: None they’re all awful/ Munkustrap Asra: Mister Mistoffelees Julian: Macavity Portia: Jennyanydots Lucio: Rum Tum Tugger Muriel: Grizabella

what would their favorite emojis be? Asra: 🌚 Nadia: 🍷 Julian: 🎷 Portia: 👀 Muriel: 👁 Lucio: 💃💸😏👑

What panic at the disco songs describe each character best? Julian: Death of a Bachelor Asra: I Write Sins Not Tragedies Portia: She’s a Handsome Woman Nadia: Northern Downpour Lucio: Victorious Muriel: From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins

What stereotypes for a super cliché highschool do the characters fall into? Nadia: Valedictorian who has been doing independent study and hasn’t set foot in the building for the past two years Asra: Shows up late every class with loud ass Sunchips, does homework in glow in the dark gel pen Julian: Eats lunch with his teacher so they can keep talking about mitochondria Portia: Gets really hype about dances, always ends up fighting at dances Muriel: Puts away all the folding chairs that everyone left behind Lucio: Gets on the intercom to talk shit about the teacher who gave him a D+ on his plagiarized essay

What sports would the characters play? And would they be any good at those sports? Muriel: Any solitary sport. He likes track and shotput. Nadia: Swimming. She isn’t on a team, she just likes the water. Portia: Wrestling. She’s got a few championship belts. Julian: Grandma Devorak forced him to take One Sport in high school, and he chose long-distance running. Asra: Beach volleyball and snowboarding. He’s just there to have a good time. Lucio: Ice hockey, but he spends it mostly punching other players.

what dragons from books/movies/games match each character best, would you say? As for dragons, one of our writers plays Flight Rising obsessively so here’s every character as a Flight Rising breed. Asra: Fae Nadia: Imperial Lucio: Wildclaw Muriel: Guardian Julian: Skydancer Portia: Snapper

What is each character most likely to do with the mc when they're feeling 'unusually affectionate'? Nadia: feed them champagne grapes and engage them in conversation so she can watch them try to talk with their mouth full Asra: stare at them and stop acknowledging anyone or anything else Julian: preen and spoil them to the point of being a public embarrassment Portia: constant cuddly contact Muriel: follow them at a respectable distance Lucio: belt out an aria at the sight of them

What's everyone favorite manga if they read any in this world? Nadia: Rose of Versailles Asra: Yugioh Julian: Blackjack Portia: Ranma ½ Muriel: Hunter x Hunter Lucio: Berserk

how much does faust like all the characters? like, who does she like the most/least? does she like the main character at all? Faust adores the main character almost as much as she loves Asra. But if she had to choose from the rest: Most good smelling: Nadia Most fun to squeeze: Julian Most too big to eat: Muriel Most hard to hide from: Portia Most attackable: Lucio

what kind of drunk is everybody? Nadia: capable, professional drunk on the move. Never in the same room twice Asra: touchy-feely but won’t leave the couch, still somehow manages to catch on fire Julian: morphs into The Storyteller, everyone in earshot ends up caught in a dramatic reenactment of his life story waiting for him to take a breath but he never does Portia: makes 6 new friends in the bathroom line Muriel: moody, talks to no one, keeps taking everybody’s empty bottles out to the trash Lucio: the loudest, the drama, the legend, the first to dip out when the cops show up

Of the Characters: Who tells a dirty joke? Who doesn't understand it? Who is disgusted? Who laughs? Who hides a smile? Who gets annoyed? Lucio: tells a dirty joke Muriel: doesn’t understand it Julian: is disgusted Asra: laughs Portia: hides a smile Nadia: gets annoyed

What are the characters usual reactions when subbing their toes? Nadia: It Does Not Happen Asra: hops it off Julian: hissing, closes his eyes while he savors the pain Portia: (string of curses) “ok………. i’m fine” Muriel: doesn’t notice because his toes are too far away Lucio: shrieks, revenge kicks the wall, shrieks harder

what you think everyones deadly sin would be? the deadly cliches: Nadia - Pride Asra - Lust Julian - Wrath Portia - Envy Muriel - Sloth Lucio - Gluttony

On a scale of good to bad, who sings karaoke? Nadia has a silky voice with impeccable vibrato. But she only sings karaoke alone in the bath. Asra has an airy, intimate voice. He’s the worst at karaoke because he doesn’t even get up off the couch. Julian has very limited singing ability, but he will talk sing the whole way through if he has to. He’s great at duets, somehow. Portia has a throaty, powerful voice. She brings the house down with Heart and Bonnie Tyler ballads, even if she squeaks on the high notes. Muriel has a gravelly grumble that he is convinced is useless for singing and if you hand him the microphone he’ll drop it and go stand in the corner. Lucio has an overdone musical theater voice but he is tone deaf. He will shout out the high notes and power through the rest and if you try to skip his song there will be hell to pay

which social media platform which each character Prefer™ ? Asra - twitter (RTs a lot of memes and shitposts, posts incomprehensible dril-like tweets at 3am) Nadia - instagram (flawless makeup and aesthetic™) Julian - yahoo answers Portia - snapchat Muriel - what is social media Lucio - LinkedIn (you will NEVER stop getting email notifications from him)

what dnd classes would the cast be (like mage, assassin, cleric etc)? Nadia: Paladin Asra: Warlock Julian: Rogue Portia: Bard Muriel: Fighter Lucio: Barbarian

what would each characters spice girl name be Asra: Mystery Spice Nadia: Boss Spice Julian: Suffering Spice Portia: Sassy Spice Muriel: Surly Spice Lucio: Spicy Spice

how complicated is each character's personal hygiene routine? Nadia’s personal hygiene routine: an exact science and takes a practiced team of servants to execute. Julian’s personal hygiene routine: splashing his face 5-7 times and gargling with his famous mint vodka peroxide formula Asra’s personal hygiene routine: sticking his head underwater until he’s awake Portia’s personal hygiene routine: putting her hair in a bun and scrubbing herself with a cloth and bucket down by the frog pond Lucio’s personal hygiene routine: milk and caviar bath every 13 hours Muriel’s personal hygiene routine: standing in the pouring rain

What's everyone's favorite alcoholic drinks? Asra - St Germain, tequila, blue curaçao, lime juice, hibiscus syrup (serve in a champagne flute or martini glass, garnished with a wildflower or tiny umbrella) Julian - whiskey, Kahlua, Grand Marnier, lemon juice (serve in a highball glass) Nadia - Chambord, white wine, seltzer (serve in a wine glass, chilled or on the rocks) Portia - beer & apple cider with a shot of rum (serve in a lowball glass) Muriel - Baileys, butterscotch schnapps, hot chocolate (serve warm, in your coziest mug) Lucio - Jägermeister & Goldschläger topped with overproof rum (serve as a flaming shot)

what would be each of the characters' favorite genre of music? Asra: Bossa Nova and EDM Nadia: Obscure Opera and Calming beach sounds Julian: 20 minute tracks of Quality Jazz Portia: Reggae and dad rock Muriel: New wave and white noise Lucio: Top 40 and Dark Funky Disco

who would the arcana characters be from mean girls?? Asra: the guy who asked what day it was Nadia: cady Julian: gretchen weiners Portia: janis Lucio: regina george Muriel: damian

Which Hogwarts house would each of the Main Cast belong in? Asra & Julian - Ravenclaw Nadia - Slytherin Portia & Muriel - Hufflepuff Lucio - Gryffindor

What would the characters modern!au job/career of choice be? Lucio owns and manages several nightclubs and has a trashy daytime talk show Asra does really low-budget magic shows at kids’ birthday parties by day, and DJs at one of Lucio’s clubs at night Nadia is the city mayor, an international chess champion, and concert pianist Portia works at Home Depot (used to be a waitress at Red Lobster but the tips were terrible), but she wants to be a zookeeper Julian is a doctor at an underfunded hospital with lots of drama Muriel lives off the grid in a broken-down van in the woods

Just due to mild curiosity what would be the casts favorite musicals? Asra - Legally Blonde: The Musical Nadia - Chicago Julian - Les Mis Muriel - Wicked Portia - Cats! Lucio - Phantom of the Opera / Kinky Boots (it’s a tie)

what cryptid is every character Asra = Chupacabra Julian = Mothman Nadia = Nessie Portia = Loveland Frog Muriel = Bigfoot Lucio = Jersey Devil

how would the game's characters celebrate the MC's birthday with them?? Asra would take them on a long journey without telling them where they were going (but would keep them entertained with riddles) to a scenic oasis, where he would pretend to drown so MC has to dive into the water and at the bottom is a magic flute that can summon a swarm of bees (their favorite!) Nadia would throw a tastefully brief festival in their honor. MC would be lavished with pampering (by professional pamperers) from dawn to dusk and when the clock struck midnight, they would be presented with seven bejeweled eagles (one for every day of the week) Julian would meet them for dinner in a shady tavern, bring them heaping plates of food and offer unsolicited advice for the coming year. About halfway through the meal he would have to scramble out the back door because law enforcement arrived on the scene but he’d put it an order in the kitchen to bring them something for dessert Lucio would declare the day a holiday and call it Day of the Beloved One of Lucio. They would have to sit uncomfortably still while a master artiste painted their portrait and a mile-long line of peasants laid gifts at their feet. Muriel doesn’t celebrate birthdays because time is a human construct Portia would throw a big loud party with a barbecue :D

Since it is soon, what would the characters do for Valentines day with us (the MC)? Nadia would take you on an elegant river cruise stocked with 130 varieties of tiny cake and a private crooner hired to serenade you but she would end up throwing them overboard for not hitting the high notes Asra would take you to the mall and splurge on all the stuff you both can’t afford but wait way too long to get lunch so you get into a fight and he proposes in the food court Julian would show up on the 15th after with all the candy he scored at 75% off, pretend it was on purpose that he got the day wrong, and wake you up at 3 am to come clean because the guilt was eating him alive Muriel would light some scented candles, cook up a sensual meal and throw a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace for you to enjoy alone while he escapes into the woods Portia would pack a picnic of chicken and tortilla chips, take you to the beach where you could splash around until the sun goes down and lull you to sleep on the sandy blanket with her acoustic guitar Lucio would have servants fill your room with floor to ceiling flowers while you sleep and wait impatiently for you to wake up like

Would you roommate with any of the characters? it’s hard to decide, so here are some pros and cons Asra - pro: never home / con: leaves dishes in the sink for weeks Nadia - pro: your home will be spotless / con: it’s spotless because she orders you to clean it for her Julian - pro: medical professional / con: half of your apartment is now this

rate the characters on how #extra they are Muriel: 4/10 Lucio: 13/10 Everyone else: 10/10

Which character could be best described as "tender"?? "Spicy"??? “tender”: Muriel “tender”/“Spicy”: Asra, Portia “Spicy”/”tender”: Julian, Nadia “Spicy”: Lucio

what the favorite Pokemon of all the characters were. Asra - Ekans, Delphox, Espeon Nadia - Noctowl, Gardevoir, Musharna Julian - Absol, Bisharp, Murkrow Portia - Chansey, Politoed, Hoothoot Muriel - Pangoro, Aggron, Wigglytuff Lucio - Houndoom, Pyroar, Skarmory

#what I spend my life on #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #muriel #portia devorak #count lucio #asra the magician #the arcana muriel #ask arcana #I just like to organize information too much

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a3theatrejunkie · 3 years

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Autumn Troupe plays Laser Tag (Long Post)

-This is all happening because Sakyo won some tickets in a giveaway, he was gonna use the tickets as a form of reward for good behavior, but Autumn troupe and the director convinced him to use the 'practice' since they use fake guns in their plays.

-When they arrived Sakyo already regrets this decision, the screaming children and the bright neon lights are bad for the oldman. Doesn’t help that the floors are all sticky for candy and soda.

-The rest of the Autumn are loving it though. Juza and Taichi’s run off to the snack stand for hotdogs and an extra large slushy. Banri and Azami are in line for an arcade cabinet, the former taunting and jeering at the players in front of them. Omi actually stuck close by and is talking about doing a photoshoot under all theses cool lights.

-”OI! You brats get your asses back here! We’re here for one thing and one thing only. Laser Tag.”

Omi chuckled at how serious Sakyo sounded. “I’ve never heard someone talk about Laser-tag so seriously.”

“Fushimi you’re not helping, Nanao and Hyodo hurry up and finish that food so we can go in.”

“If Hyodo gets a snack I want one too!” Banri. “I packed some oranges in the ca-” “Fushimi.”

*Gasp* “How’d you know?! Have you seen any of our plays?! Are you a fan?!” Taichi barked. “Ya’know....” Banri slid in “For a few....I don’t know like a hundred? game tokens, we could give you our autographs, maybe even a picture with yours truly?”

-”Hello! And Welcome to the DANGER ZONE” the Autumn troupe are approached by an employee, “You must be Mankai Theater’s Autumn Troupe.”

“No....I’ve never seen your shows...” The Employee said “That’s the name I put down when booking the appointment you dumbasses.” Sakyo Spoke up.

“Whadaya mean you haven’t seen an-”

“Anyway! Here’s some rules you need to know before entering: Hold Laser With Both Hands. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. NO PHYSICAL CONTACT. Players must be careful when maneuvering around interior arena walls. Blah, Blah, Blah, And Have FUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!”

- The Autumn troupe got geared up. “Alright while we’re in here it’s every man for themselves. No crying in Laser-Tag got it?” Banri declared. “And don’t even think about ganging up on me, I’ve dealt with hoards with hundreds of enemies.”

“This ain’t one of your video games Settsu.” Juza spoke up. “Wanna say that again blue mouth?” Banri taunted. Juza only glared at him. “That’s what I thought.”

-”You’ll have thirty seconds to run and take cover, after that you’ve entered the Danger Zone! Points will be tallied at the end and we will declare a winner. Your thirty seconds...begin.....Now!”

-”Tsk, you act all grown up Izumida, but you’re still clinging to me for protection.” ”Shut it old man, make yourself useful and be my meat shield.” “Your mea-?!” Sakyo looks down and notices something squishy in his hand. “Is this a diaper?!? Ugh! This place is hell!!” “Great. Your cheap-ass can save it for when we send you to a nursing home.” “Boy-”

- The Autumn troupe all took off in different directions, Juza, Omi, and Taichi ended up together, Banri went off on his own, and Sakyo and Azami went in the same direction. “You may begin firing!"

-On Juza, Omi, and Taichi’s side of things, they’ve sort of banded together. Juza is on a blue raspberry fueled mission to shoot Banri in his god damned face. Taichi’s having the time of his life, "Pew! Pew! Pew! HA! I GOT SAKYO!” Omi’s having some difficulty hiding since all the covers aren’t really designed for people his size, but he’s doing his best as a spotter. “Juza! Azami’s coming up on your left!”

-”30 seconds left!” If you thought this was a battlefield already well now it’s a warzone. Nobody cares about taking cover for themselves, everyone’s just shooting at each other. There’s no such thing as troupe mates in the Danger Zone.

-Banri is maneuvering like a frickin’ pro. Ducking and rolling, practically sniping his troupe mates. “Haha! I told I was gonna school all of you N00BZ! GG EASY PEEZY.” “It’d be great if you would put this much effort into being a leader Settsu!” Sakyo yelled. “G.G. EASY!”

-”10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1! Please put your Lasers down and make your way to the exit you entered in so, we can announce our champion!”

- The Autumn Troupe, Exhausted, made their way to the exit. “What a shootout! You all did great but there can only be one winner! Here are the final results! Omi- 29 Points! Azami- 32 Points! Juza-48 Points! Banri-52 Points! and Finally Sakyo! with a whopping 58 Points!”

“WHATT SAKYO??!!” “The hell?!” “Hmph, ‘grats.” “Congrats Sakyo! Didn’t know you had it in you!” “This is a load of bullshit! I got way more shots than that old man, this game is rigged.”

“It should be obvious why I won, I have more experience than all of you. So G-”

“Don’t. I’ll never be able to live this down.”

“Congratulations Mr.Furuchi, as our big winner you win a very special prize! A photoshoot! and a Keychain charm to commemorate the win. Would you like to be the savior? Or the Destroyer of worlds?”

-Sakyo sighs really considering the option to just leave and never comeback or get his money worth out. He chooses the latter, he gets his shitty little keychain and takes a photo shoot with the Autumn troupe as the “Savior of Earth.”

#a3! act! addict! actors!#banri settsu #omi fushimi #juza hyodo #izumida azami #Sakyo Furuichi #a3!#long post

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hellbound-honeybee · 3 years

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Prompt 5: Ring (Wolfstar)

Yesterday’s prompt was posted rather late last night (or early this morning depending on how you want to look at it) so this is technically my second post of the day but oh well.

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Sirius keeps his hands in his jacket pockets to hide their nervous shaking. His fingertips brush the velvet box in his left pocket, it had been there for nearly a month now. Every day Sirius decided that was the day he’d finally pop the question, and every day he got far too nervous and chickened out.

Today is different though, today Sirius had plans. Dinner reservations at Remus’s favourite muggle diner, to be precise. They didn’t normally do reservations, it’s a diner after all but Sirius had talked to their favourite waitress and she decided to do them a favour.

She made sure to keep their regular table free and even went out of her way to seat other groups farther away. Remus seemed oblivious to Sirius’s nerves, staring down at his menu. Sirius always loved how predictable Remus was when it came to their little diner. Without fail Remus will look at the menu, only to order a chocolate milkshake and raspberry waffles.

“What can I get you Rem?” Marisol asks purely as a formality, at this point she doesn’t even have to get out her paper pad and pen.

“Just the usual, thanks.” Remus smiles up at her and hands back the menu.

“My usual as well,” Sirius confirms. Marisol nods and winks before turning and making her way back to the kitchen.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Remus asks out of the blue, he fiddles with the silverware. Sirius remembers the day like it had just happened despite it actually being several years ago.

“Yeah, it was the first time you kissed me. It was also my first time in muggle london.” Sirius reaches across the table to grasp Remus’s hand. Remus smiles and tangles their fingers together.

“Merlin, you were terrified. Poor Mari, she probably thought you were going mad.” Remus grins, Marisol shows up just in time, placing their milkshakes on the table top.

“You were rather green, Sirius. I have never seen someone so relieved to discover that I’m a witch.” Marisol leans down to whisper the last bit.

“I wasn’t that scared.” Sirius mumbles, trust his boyfriend and their waitress to gang up on him.

“You really were, it was so cute. The only other time I’ve seen you that nervous was when you asked me to be your boyfriend.” Remus points out. “You look a bit like that now actually,”

“I’m fine, promise.” Sirius panics, afraid that Remus somehow managed to figure him out. Remus knew him better than anyone, Sirius found it nearly impossible to hide anything from his boyfriend.

“Well good, because I have something to talk to you about,” Remus scratches the back of his neck and readjusts the collar of his sweater. “I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with James recently and we haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time alone. I’m really sorry about that, but I really wanted this to be perfect and I’m a terrible liar.”

“Remus, Moony, I love you.” Sirius stutters, cutting off his rambling boyfriend.

“I love you too, Pads. And I know this isn’t the most extravagant, or romantic setting in the world but I really really love you.” Remus fishes something out of his jeans. “Pads, marry me, please?”

“You wanker!” Sirius exclaimes as Marisol approaches their little table. “I have been carrying this in my pocket for a month. Marisol has a cake, and your favourite wine.”

“You two are so stupid. Congrats boys.” Marisol cackles as both boys stare at her in surprise. “literally five minutes after you left Remus came in to ask for my help. I was just wondering who was going to pop the question first. Go on, exchange the rings.”

“Godric, what would we do without you.” Sirius pops open his ring box, presenting Remus with a simple silver band engraved with the Canis Major constellation. Diamonds mark out each star, except for the Sirius star which is a bright blue sapphire.

“Sirius it’s beautiful,” Remus gasps, the ring slips perfectly onto his finger. Sirius pulls Remus’s hand across the table to press a kiss to the ring and the back of his knuckles.

“I got Lily’s help, I wanted it to be perfect.” Sirius whispers against the skin. The ring looks so right on Remus, like it belongs there.

“Come here,” Remus pulls their hands back to his side of the table, slipping his own ring onto Sirius’s finger. It’s cool against his heated skin. This one too has an engraving, the lunar cycle. An emerald is set into the middle of the band, the full moon. The other phases wrap outwards along the ring.

Sirius has the same design tattooed across his chest. The magical tattoo changed the colour of one of the circles to match the moon in the sky. He had gotten it the same day he became a fully formed animagus so that he would never miss a full moon. Remus had properly scolded him for getting a tattoo so young but as soon as he finished he broke down crying and hugged Sirius tightly.

Later, once they were officially dating, Remus spent a full hour kissing the tattoo. Remus admitted that out of all Sirius’s tattoos, that first one was always his favourite. Now, seeing it on his engagement ring, Sirius see’s their whole relationship laid before him.

Remus and Sirius have never been so happy to mess up their proposal before. The last time they ever take their rings off is for a brief moment when their engagement rings turn into their wedding rings.

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< Prompt 4: Hair (Drarry) Prompt 6: Dawn (Wolfstar) >

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius orion black #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #ao3 #100daysofwriting #one word prompt

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jurdanhell · 2 years

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thank you for the tag @laequiem !!!!!! <3 :D

# of stories posted to ao3:

word count posted for the year:

30,321

fandoms i wrote for:

tfota, mft, grishaverse (my grishaverse fic is not published)

pairings:

jude, nicaryn, koiben, kanej, wesper (kanej and wesper fic is not published)

story with the most kudos, comments, and bookmarks:

kudos: it’s always you

comments: i want to tell you so many lies

bookmarks: heart stopper

work i’m most proud of and why:

the music of monsters; i’ve got a steady word count going strong, i’m very proud of my plot & how i’ve kept the gang in character so far, as well as the relationship between the court of shadows. this is my most favorite fic i’ve ever written so far, aside from heart stopper, and i’m very excited to share it with you all

share or describe your favourite review you’ve received:

i haven’t gotten any reviews or comments lately, but i dug through my inbox and these two Definitely hit their mark with me:

a time when writing was really, really hard:

very recently. i had chapter 6 of tmom completely written, although unrevised, and thought i was going to get it out so much sooner. then i had a lot go on in my personal life, a lot of assignments came due all at once, there was finals, drama at work, and a whole bunch of other stuff and i couldn’t make myself do anything other than the bare minimum. i haven’t written anything in earnest recently either, but i genuinely hope to cause chaos to your dashes again soon

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

almost specifically, the scene in part ii of heart stopper where jude is in the brugh (spoilers) after discovering cardan has been poisoned. to be completely honest, i did not think i had it in me to make it that dramatic

a favourite excerpt of your writing:

But then the light hit the back of Jude’s hair, a golden-blue halo circling her features. The single braid she wore twisted around the side of her neck, dipping down to her waist, the small curls that framed her face an ethereal gold. She turned to face him fully, then, meeting his too-long-stare. And the halo was gone. [The Music of Monsters, Chapter 6]

how did you grow as a writer this year:

to be completely transparent, i always think my writing is stagnant. it never feels like my style changes, i never catch myself using any new words, it always feel the same. very personable. i’ve never considered that to be a bad thing, but i find it hard to improve upon myself when i catch myself doing the same thing every time. i have a tendency to fall into habits easily. maybe it’s just the way my brain works. but looking back across my writing, it looks like it’s been someone else’s hand that has carved out those worlds. i suppose in some ways it has

regardless, i think i worked best at over all plotting. i’ve never been one for it before. i’d get a general idea and just go. this time around, i really sat down and made an outline. i didn’t always stick to it, but i always had the ending in mind.

how do you hope to grow next year:

i hope i can keep my characterization more steady. i wouldn’t consider myself bad at it, but i have a strong tendency to give the characters my own traits—because that’s what i want to see—as opposed to how the characters actually are

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or muse etc.):

@snusbandxknifewife & @figonas , who yelled mean words at me in the kindest ways, even when i didn’t think i deserved it

anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

whenever i need filler, i add in something from my own life, like jude’s raspberry milkshake in iwtysml. the times or specific dates are always what it is when i write it. it’s an easy way for me to smack something down and keep going, and a fun way to leave a paper trail of myself throughout my work

any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

just write. it doesn’t have to be good. it probably won’t be. the first draft isn’t meant to look pretty. you can always go back and edit that over. you can always revise. you can always make a second draft. the first draft is meant to make it exist

any projects you’re looking forward to starting or finishing this new year:

the music of monsters. i will never, ever stop talking about this one; it holds too much love in my heart. i would die for this singular creation of mine if that meant it could reach a single other soul. parts of me are buried throughout, as well as parts of others. @snusbandxknifewife has thrown so much of her own chaos in, it might as well be her own child as much as it is mine. a lot of my other fics have gotten a lot more love, and i know this one isn’t for everyone. but it’s important to me, and that’s what matters

tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

@snusbandxknifewife @figonas @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @neon-academia & anyone else who wants to :)

#happy new year folks #i’m going to cause so many problems for you all #hells yeah my guys #we deserve greatness #and if we cannot find it #we will take it

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2020 Year In Review

This year once again I invited some friends and colleagues to reflect on 2020

JG Thirlwell

Composer

Foetus Xordox Manorexia Steroid Maximus Venture Bros Archer

www.foetus.org

2020 was a troubling and disturbing year. I created a lot of music and experienced a lot of nights waking at 5am in a panic. I deeply missed the sacred experience of being able to see live music. In its absence of that I listened to a lot of music. It was difficult to whittle down this list but here are a lot of albums I enjoyed in 2020, in no particular order.

Le Grand Sbam Furvent (Dur Et Doux) John Elmquist’s HardArt Group I Own an Ion (900 Nurses) Roly Porter Kistvaen (Subtext) Liturgy Origin Of The Alimonies (YLYLCYN) Clark Kiri Variations (Throttle) Dai Kaht Dai Kaht I & II (Soleil Zeuhl) Chromb Le livre des merveilles (Dur Et Doux) Horse Lords The Common Task (Northern Spy) Ecker & Meultzer Carbon (Subtext) Insane Warrior Tendrils (RJ’s Electrical Connections) Jeff Parker Suite For Max Brown (International Anthem) Jacob Kirkegaard Opus Mors (Topos) Tristan Perich Drift Multiply (Nonesuch) Bec Plexus Sticklip (New Amsterdam) Vak Budo (Soleil Zeuhl) Merlin Nova BOO! (Bandcamp) The The Muscle OST (Cineola) Zombi 2020 (Relapse) Regis Hidden In This Is The Light That You Miss (Downwards) Rival Consoles Articulation (Erased Tapes) Sarah Davachi Cantus, Descant (L.A.T.E.) Sufjan Stevens The Ascension (Asthmatic Kitty) Idles Ultra Mono (Partisan) Daedelus The Bittereindeers (Brainfeeder) Boris No (Bandcamp) Aksak Maboul Figures / Un peu de l’ame des bandits / Onze Danses Pour Cobattre La Migraine (Crammed) Noveller Arrow (Ba Da Bing) Felicia Atkinson Everything Evaporate (Shelter Press) Ital Tek Dream Boundary (Planet Mu) Author and Punisher Beastland (Relapse) Sparks A Steady Drip Drip Drip (BMG) Corima Amatarasu (Soleil Zeuhl) Code Orange Underneath (Roadrunner) Deerhoof Future Teenage Cave Artists /Silly Symphonies / To Be Surrounded../ Love Lore(Joyful Noise) Sote Moscels (Opal Tapes) Run The Jewels RTJ4 (Jewel Runners) Oranssi Pazuzu Mestarin Kynsi (Nuclear Blast) Master Boot Record Floppy Disk Overdrive (Metal Blade) Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith The Mosaic Of Transformation (Ghostly International) / Ears (Western Vinyl) Michael Gordon Acquanetta (Cantelope) Neom Arkana Temporis (Soleil Zeuhl) Rian Treanor Ataxia / File Under UK Metaplasm (Planet Mu) Helm Saturnalia (Alter) Ivvvo doG (Halcyon Veil) Robert Normandeau Figures (Empreintes Digitales) Ben Vida Reducing The Tempo To Zero (Shelter Press) Beatrice Dillon Workaround (Pan) Dan Deacon Mystic Familiar (Domino) Sea Oleena Weaving A Basket (Higher Plain Music) Elysian Fields Transience Of Life (Ojet) Rhapsody Symphony Of Enchanted Lands II - The Dark Secret (Magic Circle) Duma Duma (Nyege Nyege) Ulla Strauss Tumbling Towards a Wall / Seed (Bandcamp)

Honorable mentions Carl Stone Stolen Car (Unseen Worlds) Nazar Guerilla (Hyperdub) Iwo Zaluski with the Children of Park Lane Primary School, Wembley The Remarkable Earth Making Machine (Trunk) Nahash Flowers Of The Revolution (SVBKVLT) Cindy Lee Whats Tonight To Eternity (Bandcamp) Insect Ark The Vanishing (Profound Lore) 33EMYBW Arthropods (SVBKVLT) Declan McKenna Zeroes (Tomplicated) Layma Azur Zeii (Bandcamp)

FILM TV Succession ZeroZeroZero Escape at Dannemora 1917 Small Axe : Five films by Steve McQueen Pirhanas Monos The Hater Better Call Saul

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Drew Daniel

Matmos, The Soft Pink Truth

an alphabet of 2020 recordings

Arca “KiCk i” BFTT “Intrusive / Obtrusive” clipping. “Visions of Bodies Being Burned” Duma “Duma” Eilbacher, Max “Metabolist Meter (Foster, Cottin, Caetani and a Fly)” Forbidden Colors “La Yeguada” GILA “Energy Demonstration” HiedraH Club de Baile “Bichote-K Bailable Vol. 2” Ian Power “Maintenance Hums” Jeff Carey “Index[off]” Kassel Jaeger “Meith” Laurie Anderson “Songs From the Bardo” Mukqs “Water Levels” Negativland “The World Will Decide” O’Rourke, Jim “Shutting Down Here” Perlesvaus “These Things Below with Those Above” Quicksails “Blue Rise” Rian Treanor “File Under UK Metaplasm” Slikback “///” Terminal Nation “Holocene Extinction” Ulcerate “Stare Into Death and Be Still” Various Artists “HAUS of ALTR” William Tyler “New Vanitas” Xyla “Ways” Y A S H A “Summations” :zoviet-france: “Châsse 2ᵉ”

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Sarah Lipstate (Noveller)

With all live performances canceled, this was truly the year of demo videos and home studio recording for me. These are 10 pieces of gear that came out in 2020 that helped keep me feeling creative and inspired during lockdown. In no particular order:

EHX Oceans 12 Dual Stereo Reverb - The Oceans 12 ticks all the boxes for what I’m looking for in a great soundscaping reverb. I used the Shimmer and Reverse algorithms in conjunction a lot when I was composing music for a film score.

Chase Bliss Audio Blooper - While I don’t actually own a Blooper, I had the pleasure of borrowing one from Mike of Baranik Guitars after NAMM this year. He made an incredible Blooper-inspired guitar and I was completely charmed by them both. Chase Bliss always delivers pedals that push me creatively and the Blooper truly hits the mark.

Cooper FX Arcades - I love everything Cooper FX has released to-date so the opportunity to access those sounds in one pedal via plug-in cartridges is just awesome.

SolidGoldFX NU-33 - I was asked to do a demo of this pedal for its release and ended up being really charmed by this box’s approach to lo-fi nostalgia. I’ve used it a lot for film scoring and highly recommend adding it to your collection.

Demedash Effects T-120 DLX V2 - I LOVE a good tape echo and the T-120 Deluxe V2 ranks up there with the best I’ve tried. This pedal made its way to me this Christmas and I look forward to making some beautiful sounds with it in the new year.

Hologram Electronics Microcosm - The Microcosm is one of those pedals where you should fully read the manual before diving in but once you put in that initial effort you’ve got a massively powerful tool on your hands. It does glitch like no other. Definitely worth the homework

Azzam Bells MP019 - I discovered this unique instrument through a post on Reverb’s IG page and immediately looked it up and ordered one. These experimental percussion instruments are hand-made in Italy and they’re as beautiful visually as they are sonically. I used it for bowed cymbal and daxophone sounds on a film score and it was absolutely haunting.

Echopark Dual Harmonic Boost 2 - I love the control you have over dialing in the perfect amount of grit with these dual boost circuits. I use it a lot as a textural tool when I’m laying down drones or bringing in big distorted swells. It’s one of the most versatile overdrives in my collection and I love that.

Fender Parallel Universe Series Volume II Maverick Dorado - I was smitten with the Maverick Dorado when I first saw it at NAMM. It has a lot of the specs that I look for in a guitar and the body shape with the Mystic Pine finish just blew me away. I hope that I get to use it live soon.

Polyeffects Beebo - The Beebo is one of those pedals that I genuinely feel is smarter than I am. It’s like an entire computer in one small touchscreen box. I can’t claim to have mastered using it yet but the sounds that I have managed to get out of it so far have been brilliant. I’m looking forward to spending more time with this box in 2021

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HELM 2020 REVIEW

Let's get the bad stuff out the way first, 2020 was undoubtedly an awful year. I'm still not sure how to really respond to seeing a global pandemic bring the capital to its knees and everything I love and hold dear to a grinding halt. Our government fucked it's response, putting profit before people and killing tens of thousands. The Labour Party descended into farce with the newly elected leader Sir Keith revealing himself as a bland centrist with no opposition or ideas. On a personal level it sucked not being able to travel or see my friends in different parts of the world - or even the same country - who I am starting to miss a lot. However, I was fortunate enough to get through the year with my sanity intact. Music, art and culture once again being my main positive. I think I listened to more music than I have in any year ever. I read more books than I have done since I was a teenager probably. I also re-discovered the joys of walking long distances and am extremely thankful for living near a lot of incredible green spaces: Epping Forest, Walthamstow Wetlands, Walthamstow Marshes, Wanstead Park, Wanstead Flats...

Music. My favourite albums of the year.

Oranssi Pazuzu - Mestarin kynsi Wetware - Flail Raspberry Bulbs - Before The Age Of Mirrors Necrot - Mortal Rope Sect - The Great Flood Private World - Aleph Oneohtrix Point Never - Magic Oneohtrix Point Never Pyrrhon - Abcess Time CS+Kreme - Snoopy Speaker Music - Black Nationalist Sonic Weaponry Drew McDowall - Agalma Regis - Hidden In This Is The Light That You Miss Nazar - Guerilla Zoviet France - Russian Heterodoxical Songs (and all the ZF reissues!!) Triple Negative - God Bless the Death Drive Permission - Organised People Suffer Actress - Karma & Desire Acolytes - Stress II The Gerogerigegege - >(decrescendo) Chubby & The Gang - Speed Kills Flora Yin-Wong - Holy Palm Eiko Ishibashi - Hyakki Yagyo The The - See Without Being Seen Prurient - Casablanca Flamethrower Henning Christiansen - L’essere Umano Errabando La Voce Errabando Subdued - Over The Hills And Far Away Rian Treanor - File Under UK Metaplasm Komare - The Sense Of Hearing Shredded Nerve - Acts Of Betrayal Jesu - Terminus Autechre - SIGN Hey Colossus - Dances / Curses Sparkle Division - To Feel Embraced Mark Harwood - A Perfect Punctual Paradise Under My Own Name Still House Plants - Fast Edit The Bug & Dis Fig - In Blue Kommand - Terrorscape Haus Arafna - Asche Khthoniik Cerviiks - Æequiizoiikum Worm - Gloomlord Kraus - A Golden Brain Faceless Burial - Speciation

A shout-out to Jon Abby's AMPLIFY series on Bandcamp / Facebook, which I contributed a new piece of music to.

A shout out to the labels where most of the music I listened to seemed to come from:

The Trilogy Tapes Iron Bonehead Penultimate Press Dais La Vida Es Un Mus

Gigs. Despite live music being destroyed in 2020 I still saw a few unforgettable performances at the beginning of the year.

Graham Lambkin @ The ICA, London Puce Mary / JFK @ The Glove That Fits, London Demilich @ Finnfest, The Garage, London Container / PC World / National Unrest @ Venue MOT, London S.H.I.T / Asid / Chubby & The Gang @ Static Shock Festival, ExFed, London

Books I enjoyed. Most not published this year, but all read in 2020.

Joe Kennedy - Authentocrats David Balzer - Curationism Tom Mills - BBC: The Myth Of A Public Service Simon Morris - Consumer Guide: Special Edition Luke Turner - Out Of The Woods Various - Bad News For Labour Mike Wendling - Alt-Right Baited Area issues 1 & 2.

Film. Three good films I saw this year which I hadn't before.

Suspiria (Remake) Midsommar Cannibal Holocaust

Podcasts. I listened to a lot of these whilst walking.

We Don't Talk About The Weather Novara Media Tysky Sour & Novara FM Grounded with Louis Theroux System of Systems Red Scare loveline episodes Suite 212 NOISEXTRA Social Discipline CONTAIN

TV.

Didn't watch a huge amount and what I did was mostly trash. For some reason I rewatched both series' of This Life, a British drama from the late 90's about a group of young professionals house sharing and navigating their careers. Very cringey and has aged terribly, but it was perversely fascinating to revisit something from that time in the age of the pandemic. Following on from this I binge watched the entire series of Industry which was entertaining enough. A programme about a bunch of horny bankers with what felt like a confused ideology behind it. It seemed stuck between trying to criticise and glorify the culture around the industry, but also protect the industry itself from outside criticism by portraying anyone who may oppose as an insufferable wanker. Currently halfway through Succession which is OK. The Murdoch documentaries on the BBC were excellent and a rare respite from their descent into client journalism.

Thanks to anyone who listened to my music this year also. Best wishes to you all for 2021.

Luke Younger

http://hhelmm.com | http://alter.bandcamp.com

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Elliott Sharp

composer

1. My Nr. 1 lesson: patience. Whether it's bouncing through 30 seconds of severe turbulence at 39000 feet or slogging through 30 minutes of a interminable piece of concert music, one attribute I've tried to develop is the ability to see past the discrete and awaited ending, the exact framing of the immediate process, but put it into the context of a larger time frame. I've found that this year more than all others has demanded it. Breathing helps...

2. Books: revisiting old favorites from the realm of Thomas Pynchon and Philip K. Dick (both especially relevant), digging into John Lomax's portrait of Jelly Roll Morton, the works of Colson Whitehead, random things off of the shelf…

3. Composing: with touring off the table, I focused on that which needed to be written, some requested and commissioned, some spontaneously springing forth. Composing requires that one open the windows wide to the world, which at this moment brought in grief, terror, uncertainty, anxiety, visions of plague and pestilence and incipient fascism. Okay, now shut the window and get to work! How to process, translate, transform? The work can be a comfortable and obsessive cocoon once one learns to handle the radioactive materials and put them into the creativity reactor.

4. Beans! We have long been a fan in our house of the wide world of legumes but this year brought two stars to the front: the black bean and the red lentil. The black bean commands the lofty peaks but the seemingly infinite variations of dal surround it. Ginger, garlic, turmeric, smoked paprika, cayenne, onions, and olive oil form the basis then imagination builds.

5. Online teaching substituted for my canceled conduction of workshops in the Pyrenees Mountains of France. Between the participants and myself, we built a temporary but very congenial space online to share concepts and music. In addition, private lessons brought conversation and music with new friends in Germany, Italy, California, Australia, Illinois, Denmark, Pennsylvania, Spain, Florida, Brazil.

6. What started out as "stress baking" (before I even had heard of the term) soon became a frequent practice that yielded very edible results. The twins preferred the sweeter forays into banana bread and chocolate cake. I tried to find a balance between tried-and-true techniques and experiments in texture and taste with yeasted pumpernickels, multi-grains, and seed breads.

7. While not the same as performing 'live ', online gigs proved that it was possible to generate a surprising amount of adrenaline even without the pheromonal handshaking of a room filled with receptive ears. As a corollary, online recording collaborations with friends worldwide proved to be inspiring and a suitable substrate for sonic experimentation, exploration of new instruments, tunings, effects programming, structures. In these realms, shout-outs to Helene Breschand, Mike Cooper, Henry Kaiser, Tracie Morris, Mikel Banks, Dougie Bowne, Payton McDonald, Billy Martin, Colin Stetson, Jim O'Rourke, Scott Amendola, Roberto Zorzi, Jason Hoopes, Eric Mingus, Melanie Dyer, Dave Hofstra, Don McKenzie, Sergio Sorrentino, Veniero Rizzardi, Taylor Ho Bynum, Scott Fields, Bachir Attar, Karl Bruckmaier, Robbie Lee, Matthew Evan Taylor, Matteo Liberatore, Al Kaatz, David Barratt, Jessica Hallock, Kolin Zeinikov, Robbie Lee, Jeremy Nesse, James Ilgenfritz, Sergio Armaroli, Steve Piccolo, Sandy Ewen, David Weinstein, Jim Whittemore, Chris Vine, Werner Puntigam, William Schimmel.

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Daniel O’Sullivan

(Grumbling Fur, Guapo, Miasma & the Carousel of Headless Horses, Ulver, Sunn O))), Æthenor, Laniakea, Miracle, Mothlite, and This Is Not This Heat.)

Music Richard Youngs - Ein Klein Nein Alabaster DePlume - Instrumentals Hildegard von Bingen - O Nobilissima Viriditas Francisco de Penalosa - Missa Ave Maria Peregrina Carlo Gesualdo - Responsoria 1611 Dirty Projectors - Five EPs Sonic Boom - All Things Being Equal Brother Peter Broderick - Blackberry Richard Horowitz - Eros Of Arabia Duncan Trussell Family Hour Cocteau Twins in the bath

Books/comics Alexander Tucker - Entity Reunion II Derek Jarman - Chroma Stephen Harrod Buhner - Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm The Penguin Book Of Irish Poetry - edited by Patrick Crotty The Gospel Of Ramakrishna - translated by Swami Nikhilananda Lucretius - De Rerum Natura Plotinus - Enneads Ram Dass - Grist For The Mill Lisa Brown - Phantom Twin

Other Fasting / meditation / macrodosing Walks in freshly coppiced woodland (for the smell mainly). Plants / Foraging / Growing Traditional ferments Douglas Sirk movies Mandolorian Writing songs on the piano Rediscovery of Kenneth Graham via my kids

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Karl O’Connor (Regis)

01.Wolfgang Press - Unremembered, Remembered 02. Klara Lewis - Ingrid Live at Fylkingen 03. Jesu - Terminus 04. Dave Ball - Leeds Poly Demos 1979 05. Edwin Pouncey - Rated Sav X (the Savage Pencil Skratchbook) 06. The Bug - In Blue 07. New Order - Power,Corruption and Lies ( Writing Sessions ) 08. JG Thirlwell and Simon Steensland - Oscillospira 09. FM Einheit and Andreas Ammer - Hammerschlag 10. Thurston Moore - By The Fire 11. Body Stuff - Body Stuff 3 12. Ann M Hogan - Honeysuckle Burials 13. Rob Halford - Confess (Autobiography)

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Caleb Braaten (Sacred Bones Records)

Shirley Collins Hearts Ease Dehd Flowers Of Devotion Duma Duma Bob Dylan Rough and Rowdy Ways Green-House Six Songs for Invisible Gardens John Jeffery Passage Drew McDowall Agalma Sweeping Promises Hunger For a Way Out Colter Wall Western Swing & Waltzes and Other Punchy Songs Woods Strange to Explain

My Favorite 90’s Nostalgia Movie Rewatches

Colors Ghost Dog Menace II Society The Player Rounders Safe Starship Troopers Trees Lounge Vampires Waiting For Guffman

Most Culturally Bankrupt Year : 1997

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Charlie Looker

(composer, Psalm Zero, Extra Life, Seaven Teares)

Ten Things That Didn’t Happen in 2020

1. I didn’t write a ton of new music. Don’t get me wrong, I wrote some. I always do. But mostly I focused on my new YouTube channel, essays, and on getting old recordings released. I haven’t even been working a day-job so I thought I was going to write my next Ring Cycle, but I really didn’t find Covid inspiring.

2. Trump wasn’t re-elected. Cool.

3. I didn’t lose anyone to Covid. I am, of course, profoundly grateful for this. But I feel pretty embarrassed remembering group-texting ten friends in March, “We are all going to see a loved one die. Every single one of us. Don’t kid yourselves”. I can get hysterical, and that was somewhat irresponsible of me.

4. No revolution happened. I don’t mean to be smug or cynical, or to belittle anyone’s participation in the protests. But, as far as I can tell, nothing happened in 2020 that promises to reduce police brutality or human suffering of any kind. We’ll see. That burning Minneapolis police station was exciting to watch at the time, if only on an aesthetic level.

5. I have a stack of unread books I bought this year, just staring at me, with nary a crease among them. These include:

Adorno and Horkheimer, The Dialectic of Enlightenment (looks amazing, but I haven’t touched it) Marx, Grundrisse (it’s 1000 pages for fuck’s sake. Amazon also accidentally sent me two copies, and its double presence in the stack is just comical) Reza Negarestani, Intelligence and Spirit (the first 15 pages blew my mind, then my mind blew it off)

6. I didn’t settle into living in LA. I moved here six months before Covid and I was just starting to cultivate some friendships and play shows. This was quashed and I still feel like I still live in New York. I still barely know the layout of the city here.

7. No brand-new buzzy musical artists burst onto the scene, that I can recall. No new hyped micro-genre of the moment. There was just no way for there to be a hot new trend. I’d say that was refreshing, but it wasn’t.

8. Tyson’s return was not awesome. Two minute rounds, ended in a draw. I’ve been getting way into boxing this past year. This fight was a bummer. I’m looking forward to Mayweather vs Logan Paul (LOL) because we know it’s comedy ahead of time.

9. For three weeks in July, I didn’t do a single thing other than watch street fight compilations on YouTube and Worldstar. That’s just grim.

10. There were no school shootings in March. Apparently, this was the first March with no school shootings since 2002. Not a single 7th grader got a hand job in March either. I cannot begin to imagine what it’s like to be a kid now.

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Chuck Bettis

https://chuckbettis.com

Other People's Music released this year:

Coil "Musick to Play in the Dark" (Dais)

Duma "s/t" (Nyege Nyege Tapes) Twig Harper "External Boundless Prison/ in 4 parts EP" (self-release) I.P.Y. (Ikue Mori, Phew, YoshimiO) "I.P.Y." (Tzadik) Kill Alters "A2B2 Live Stream 11/13/2020" (self-release) Krallice "Mass Cathexis" (self-release) Lust$ickPuppy "Cosmic Brownie" (self-release) Doug McKechnie "San Francisco Moog: 1968-72" (VG+ Records) Merlin Nova "Boo!" (self-release) Omrb "Milandthriust, The Graths of Mersh" (self-release) Akio Suzuki & Aki Onda "gi n ga" (self-release) Yoth Iria "Under His Sway" (Repulsive Echo) Wetware "Flail" (Dais)

My own music released this year:

collaborations

Chatter Blip "Microcosmopolitan" (Contour Editions) Matmos "The Consuming Flame: Open Exercises in Group Form" (Thrill Jockey) Reverse Bullets "Dreampop Dsyphoria" (self-release) Snake Union "live at Roulette" (self-release) Snake Union w/ Hisham Bharoocha, Bonnie Jones, Heejin Jang, Matthew Regula "Three Arrows" (Rat Route) Thomas Dimuzio "Balance" (Gench Music) YoshimiO & Chuck Bettis "Live at the Stone" (Living Myth)

solo Chuck Bettis "Arc of Enlghtenment" (Living Myth) Chuck Bettis "Motion Parallax" (Living Myth)

compilation Various Artist "Polished Turds Vol.1" (Granpa)

Music Books read this year

"Intermediary Spaces" by Eliane Radigue/Julia Eckhardt (Umland) "Ennio Morricone In His Own Words" by Ennio Morricone/Alessandro De Rosa (Oxford University Press) "Free Jazz In Japan: A Personal History" by Soejima Teruto (Public Bath Press) "Rumors of Noizu: Hijokaidan and the Road to 2nd Damascus" by Kato David Hopkins (Public Bath Press)

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Maya Hardinge

(musician / artist)

list of things i liked this year

first ever solo road trip through new mexico and Texas right before lockdown experiencing manhattan with no cars on the road . having a car to escape in to nature. (which i craved so much) walks and bike rides with friends… FRIENDS! The web site ‘workaway’ that helped me feel that there were options for escape. playing games weekly on zoom during lock down teaching yoga weekly on zoom. Witnessing and being part of the BLM protests. witnessing and being part of the demise of T sitting on my couch at 6am drinking a cup of tea, appreciating my apt. making time to meditate. halloween without tourists .

some music I’ve bought and/or enjoyed this year Elvis Perkins-Black Coat Daughter Patricia Kokett -Soi soi Henning Christiansen - OP201 Bryce Hackford- Safe Svitlana Nianio and Oleksander - Snayesh yak? rozkazhy Brannten schnure - Sommer im Pfirsichhain Killing Joke - Nighttime David Shea - Tower of mirrors Shakey - Shakey Woodford halse tapes Coil - Musick to play in the dark

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BJ Nilsen

sound artist / composer

Work 2020

Despite Covid 19 lots of things actually did happen.

In Feburary I visited the only active nuclear plant in The Nederlands as part of my "Expanded Field Recording” project together with SML. In March revisited the Acousmonium at the Elevate Festival in Graz with an additional trip deep inside the Schlossberg recording old mining trains. In March and April I did two daily recording projects “Pending and Auditory Scenes” - both of Amsterdam during lockdown. In May did my first Zoom field recording workshop with the CAMP project. In June & July two research trips in Waldviertel, Austria with Franz Pomassl. In August recorded bells and organs in 10 different churches around Amsterdam for Jacob Lekkerkerker. In September recorded Kali Malone at the Orgelpark in Amsterdam. Performed at Heart of Noise Festival in Innsbruck and A4 in Bratislava. Also went ice-skating for first time in 20? Years. In November and December I travelled to Jeju island to record field recordings for a project by Femke Herregraven for the Gwangju Biennale, commissioned for 2021. Did lots of gardening, released two tapes “Call it Philips, Eindoven” and “Zomer 2020” with Sigtryggur Berg Sigmarsson. NOW! Looking forward to 2021.

http://bjnilsen.info https://soundcloud.com/bjnilsen/sets/auditory-scenes-amsterdam

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Vicki Bennett

(People Like Us)

Negativland - True False https://negativland.com/products/truefalse-cd (this came out last year but is so THIS year) Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways https://www.bobdylan.com/albums/rough-and-rowdy-ways/ The Soft Pink Truth - We from Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase https://thesoftpinktruth.bandcamp.com/album/shall-we-go-on-sinning-so-that-grace-may-increase Carl Stone - Stolen Car https://unseenworlds.bandcamp.com/album/stolen-car Porest - Sedimental Gurney https://porest.bandcamp.com/album/sedimental-gurney Matmos - The Consuming Flame: Open Exercises in Group Form https://matmos.bandcamp.com/album/the-consuming-flame-open-exercises-in-group-form Domenique Dumont - Miniatures De Auto Rhythm https://antinoterecordings.bandcamp.com/album/atn044-domenique-dumont-miniatures-de-auto-rhythm The The - See Without Being Seen https://www.thethe.com/product/see-without-being-seen-cd/ Ciggy de la Noche - Hold Tight HMRC https://soundcloud.com/ciggydelanoche/hold-tight-hmrc Neil Cicierega - Mouth Dreams http://www.neilcic.com/mouthdreams/

and my details: http://peoplelikeus.org/ https://peoplelikeus-vickibennett.bandcamp.com/ pic: http://peoplelikeus.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Welcome-Abroad-promo3-2-scaled.jpg

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DJ Food

Music - Type 303 - Sticky Disco / Analogue Acidbath 7" (45 Live) The British Space Group - The Ley of the Land CD (Wyrd Britain) Squarepusher - Be Up A Hello LP / Warp 10 NTS mix (Warp) dgoHn - Undesignated Proximate (Modern Love) LF58 - Alterazione LP (Astral Industries) Robert Fripp - Music For Quiet Moments series (DGM) Run The Jewels - RTJ4 (BMG) Simf Onyx - Magenta Skyline / The Unresolved 7" (Delights) Luke Vibert - Modern Rave LP (Hypercolour) JG Thirlwell & Simon Steensland - Oscillospira (Ipecac) Aural Design - Looking & Seeing 7" / DL (Russian Library) Luke Vibert - Rave Hop (Hypercolour) Clipping. with Christopher Fleeger - Double Live (Sub Pop) APAT - Terry Riley's 'In C' performed on Modular Synthesizer (YouTube) Field Lines Cartographer - The Spectral Isle LP (Castles In Space) Jane Weaver - The Revolution of Super Visions single (Fire Records) King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - K.G. LP (Flightless) Humanoid - Hed-Set - forthcoming on (De:tuned)

Film / TV - Inside No.9 (BBC) What We Do In The Shadows Season 2 (Netflix) Tales From The Loop (Amazon) Keith Haring - Street Art Boy (BBC) John Was Trying To Contact Aliens (Netflix) The Social Dilemma (Netflix) The Mandalorian (Season 2) (Disney+) Long Hot Summers - The Style Council documentary (Sky Arts) Zappa (Alex Winter)

Books / Comics / Magazines Confessions of a Bookseller - Shaun Bythell (Profile books) The Often Wrong - Farel Dalrymple (Image Comics) Edwin Pouncey - Rated SavX (Strange Attractor Press) Jeffrey Lewis - Fuff (all issues - really late to the party on this one) Rian Hughes - XX - A Novel, Graphic (Picador) Cosey Fanni Tutti - Art, Sex, Music (Faber) Caza - Kris Kool (Passenger Press) Dan Lish - Egostrip Vol.1 Electronic Sound magazine Decorum - Jonathan Hickman & Mike Huddleston (Image) John Higgs - Stranger Than We Can Imagine Simon Halfon - Cover To Cover (Nemperor)

Very few exhibitions or shows this year for obvious reasons

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lieblxng · 3 years

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Anonymous & @theshytigergirl

Wait, how tf did you turn a smoothie into Jello?

“How?”

“i added blueberries this time into my smoothie and now it’s a bastard son see this is why chad raspberries are superior to the virgin blueberries”

“blueberries aren’t even blue theyre fucking purple but did you know our eyes only see them as purple or blue or pink BUT THEY’RE ACTUALLY RED???? checkmate atheists”

“post made by the raspberry gang”

#//raspberry propaganda #Leon (self) | The undefeated champion!#Noah | A girl looking for the world.#I do it's true! | Crack #It's okay with me. | Asks

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monstersandmaw · 5 years

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Male dom orc x female sub reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This commission was posted first on my patreon for the lovely @rangerofthegods. They wanted a story with a couple who had been together for a little while, but who had not yet explored the idea of a d/s dynamic, despite both being into it. Consent and discussion were major themes that both of us were very keen to promote, so here you’ll find a budding relationship featuring very much consensual d/s play between a really big orc and his short human girlfriend. I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 8.5k Content: consensual d/s play between an established partnership, size difference, spanking, edging, aftercare, sex, ‘sir’, and praise kink.

Finally, ‘Bresz’ is pronouced ‘Bresh’, but with the ‘sh’ voiced as in Polish, with a voiced ‘sh’ rather than an unvoiced ‘sh’... so it’s kind of szch, but not quite...?

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“I’ll be back in half an hour,” you called over your shoulder as you struggled and flailed slightly to get out of your barista’s apron. Grabbing the huge packed lunch, you waited for your friend - and technically your boss - to acknowledge, and you swiped the cardboard carrier for the two hot drinks off the counter before bolting out of the door.

Normally, Bresz came to the cafe for his lunch, and that had been how your relationship with the big, confident, flirtatious orc had started, but today, you wanted to surprise him. You almost blushed as you recalled those early encounters where he’d shamelessly complimented you, leaning his muscular frame on the counter top while you tried not to send jets of hot steam up into your own face while making him coffee. It hadn’t taken him long to ask you out for dinner, and soon after that you’d made it official. Six months later, and you were happier than you’d ever been in your whole life.

He still liked to treat you and surprise you, even though technically he was no longer courting you. He still brought you flowers, he still cooked you frankly enormous, thankfully nutritious meals, and he still let his gang of loud, obnoxious, big-hearted orc friends rib him mercilessly for still behaving like a courting male. Bresz gave zero fucks about that, and proudly declared that he was completely in love with his little human girl, often nuzzling his tusks gently into your neck until you giggled and squirmed, and he was able to pick you up. You liked that a lot more than you let on.

But now it was your turn to do something for him, and you were determined not to be thwarted by the generous spirit of your massive orc. You raced down the street, praying you’d get to the kick boxing and martial arts gym before he left, and to your relief, the street was devoid of anyone even resembling your seven foot tall boyfriend.

Grinning, your hands full of lunch, you backed the door open and turned around, only to come face to face with a slender tiefling. The combination of her dark blue skin and the soft lighting of the reception had made her blend in with the shadows, and you almost screeched with surprise when you noticed her. “Belle!” you gasped. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” she chuckled, stepping back and taking the weight of the door for you so that you could step inside without it smacking you in the back. She wore a tank top that showed off her enviable arms, but your eyes didn’t stay fixed on her for long because Bresz emerged from the changing rooms and you almost forgot how to speak again.

“Hey!” exclaimed when he saw you standing there. His whole face lit up and he beamed a broad smile at you, thick, blunt tusks glinting, and his coppery brown eyes crinkling attractively at the corners. “What are you doing here? I was just on my way to come and see you!”

And with that, he had strode over to you and put his hands on your waist. He picked you up and kissed you, holding you aloft with absolute ease, as though you weighed nothing at all. “Oof. Careful! I wanted to surprise you,” you grinned.

“And now that I’m surprised?” he asked. He sniffed ostentatiously and his grin widened even further. “You brought food? Oh man, I’m the luckiest orc in the whole world.”

“And coffee,” you added. “Put me down now?”

He set you down and placed both his palms over his heart and tilted his head back, his long, beaded braid swinging free down his back. “My hero!”

“Knock it off, you two,” Belle laughed playfully. “I swear, it’s sickening.”

“C’mon,” Bresz snorted. “Ignore the jealousy of the loveless. Let’s get out of here.”

Belle snorted. “Don’t let my girlfriend hear you say that, Big Guy.”

He flashed her a broad smile and turned his attention back to you. “It’s a gorgeous day. You want to go to the park?”

You nodded, and he blew Belle a playful raspberry as he guided you to the door and held it open for you. Belle punched him on his colossal bicep as he passed her, and he ignored it. He was too focused on you.

He wore a loose, white tank top that showed his stunning figure and gorgeous, green skin off beautifully, and his black tracksuit hugged his bubble-butt in just the most perfect way. It was so hard to keep your hands off him. Luckily though, you had your hands full with the giant, brown paper bag of sandwiches and the carry-tray for the drinks. Well, you did, until he glanced down at you and gasped. “Shit, here, let me take them for you!”

“Bresz,” you complained. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying a bit of lunch. I know you’re a huge beefcake, but I’m not that useless!”

“Oh I know,” he said, a sweet and affectionate look dawning on his handsome, rough-hewn face. “I just like spoiling you. Please?” he said, his eyes widening.

You rolled your own at him and said, “You know I can’t refuse those puppy dog eyes. Fine.” You slammed the sandwich bag into his solid chest, and he laughed.

“You still up for our usual Friday night dinner at my place tonight?” he asked as you settled down onto the warm grass at the edge of the park. A black dog was barking and tearing around the place like a bat out of hell, and the two of you watched it while you spoke and ate.

“Of course,” you said, chuckling as the Labrador leapt into the air, twisting half way to catch a frisbee that its owner had hurled an impressive distance for ir. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, breaking off his gaze to look at you. He kissed your temple. “Just checking. You don’t always have to come over to mine…”

He was propped up on one arm, leaning close to you and casting a welcome, cool shadow across you, and you leaned your cheek against his arm for a moment before pressing a kiss into the dip of muscle at the base of his tricep. “I like your place,” you said. “Plus, you don’t fit in my bed.”

“You want dinner in bed? Or are you offering to be dinner?”

“Shut up,” you snorted. “You know what I meant. And you nearly broke mine the last time you came over and stayed the night.”

“Fair point. My place it is then.”

A shout from across the park made both of you look up, and you realised that the pink blur shooting towards you was the dog’s frisbee. Bresz chuckled and popped to his feet, catching it easily before it sailed all the way over and hit you, and sent it spinning away. The dog did a handbrake turn, screeching to change direction, and the pair of you laughed.

“Smooth,” you said when he sat back down.

Bresz simply kissed your forehead in response.

That evening when you got to his after work, Bresz was in a bad mood. It was unusual to see your orc scowling, but you knew the moment you let yourself in that something was wrong. He turned and looked at you with such an expression of hopelessness that you thought something awful had happened. “What?” you asked, ditching your overnight bag and striding over to him. “What’s happened?”

“The oven’s bust,” he said. “I had everything planned out, and when I went to pre-heat it, it just sparked and went out. It’s not a fuse, and I think it’s dead.”

Your shoulders went slack with relief, and you started to laugh.

“It’s not funny!” he grumbled.

“I’m not laughing at that, or you,” you said. “I just thought a person had died, not your oven!” you laughed. “You looked devastated.”

“I am devastated,” he countered. “I wanted to cook you something nice, and now we’re going to have to have omelet or something. Fuck.”

“We could go out?” you suggested. “There’s that nice place round the corner that you said you wanted to try.”

“Sure,” he said after a moment. “Ok. Let me get changed then. And don’t distract me this time,” he added, pointing a knuckly finger at you.

You plastered an expression of pure innocence over your face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

One thick eyebrow sailed high, and he put his fists on his hips. “Oh, don’t you?” he smirked playfully. “I distinctly remember me having to ring up the restaurant last time because you got distracted and I ended up sporting the evidence of that distraction…”

“You couldn’t do your jeans up,” you smiled. “I remember. Well, I promise to behave and be a good girl.”

His pupils soared wide at that and he turned away. You thought you heard him curse in orcish and his breathing turned a little ragged as he stalked to his bedroom to change. Interesting. Power play was always something you’d found intoxicating, and half of the reason you’d been attracted to Bresz in the first place - before you’d started going out and learned what an absolute sweetheart he was - had been the size difference between the two of you. The other half had been his good looks and confidence. You’d have been lying if you’d not spent your (admittedly rare these days) nights alone thinking about him dominating you, using that power and strength he had to hold you up one handed by the wrists, teasing you with his other hand until you were a writhing, begging mess, and just… leaving you like that. You’d also entertained the idea of being spanked too, of mixing pleasure and pain together.

You’d been standing there so long, thinking about his reaction to your simple promise to ‘behave and be a good girl’ that he had dressed and returned before you’d really registered it.

“You alright?” he asked.

You looked up at him, blinking. “You look amazing,” you said. “My big handsome orc. Come on, let’s go.”

He took you by the hand, his huge fingers engulfing yours in a gentle grip.

Deciding to test the waters and explore your sneaking suspicions that he’d rather liked the idea of your being good for him, you accepted the menu from the waiter and then immediately handed it to Bresz without opening it.

He frowned, curious, and had been about to ask what was going on when you interrupted him and said firmly but sweetly, “You know me well enough by now… Why don’t you choose for me?”

He swallowed thickly and then let out a rough exhale. “Sure. Alright,” he said, a gleam kindling in his rich, copper-brown eyes.

He didn’t tell you what he’d chosen, and you didn’t find out until the waiter returned and asked if you were ready to order.

“I think we are,” Bresz smiled. “I’ll have the surf n turf, and the lady will have the special.”

“Very good, sir,” your waiter nodded, and retreated.

Bresz cocked an eyebrow at you. In silent answer you smiled, bowed your head, and sipped demurely at your water.

Bresz reached out his hand across the table and took your small fingers in his. Your whole hand barely stretched across his palm, and you sank your teeth into your lower lip at the sight of it. “I love you,” Bresz rasped. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I think I’d be an idiot not to know that by now,” you reassured him.

He kissed your knuckles, the set of his tusks so wide that they didn’t touch your hand at all, and he seemed to relax after that. It was almost as if he felt that he’d been too eager to take you up on your offer of handing control to him, and needed to apologise, or be reassured. You were only too happy to reassure him, and you also ran your foot gently up the inside of his calf beneath the table.

“You,” he said, rolling his eyes, “Are trouble.”

“Good trouble?”

“Oh yes.”

The rest of your meal passed more normally after that, though he did take the opportunity to feed you some of his dessert from his spoon. His eyes glowed, reflecting the candle light like cats’ eyes at night, and he studied the way your lips moved around the curve of the spoon perhaps a little too closely. He insisted on paying, since he said it was his fault you’d had to eat out in the first place, and you let it slide this time.

“Next one is on me though,” you said. “I do want to keep some independence you know.”

“Fair enough,” he said, sliding his hand around yours again as you walked home.

Waiting for the lights to turn green at a pedestrian crossing, you tugged his arm and made him lean down to kiss you. You took his lower lip between your teeth and sucked hard enough to draw a deep, rumbling moan from him. “Are you trying to cause trouble?” he hissed.

“Is it working?”

“Yes, you little minx,” he laughed. “Very much so.”

“Good.”

You made it to the hallway outside his front door before he cracked. He’d just started to look for his keys in his pocket when he found you already sneaking your hand in there. He paused, surprised, and looked down at you. He cursed again in orcish, and surged forwards towards you, pinning you against the wall with an exact and careful display of strength that made your knees turn weak. He grabbed your wrists and raised your arms, holding you in place while he crushed a kiss into your lips. “Fuck,” he snarled, feeling the way your body was responding. “Fuck, look at you…”

Your brain was spinning with just how perfect this was. You’d always enjoyed the way he took charge in the bedroom, but this had a new flavour to it, and you found yourself tipping into a gentle, buzzing part of your brain that you knew all too well as sub-space. Your knees turned to water and you felt your eyelids growing heavy, your lips parting, your chest heaving.

He murmured your name, pulling back, and the moment his touch left your wrists, your arms fell limp to your sides and you let out a little whine. “We should get inside,” you managed to whisper.

He nodded curtly, and as he turned to unlock his door, you saw the tent that he was sporting in his dark jeans. He looked almost fully hard already.

Very interesting.

You stepped inside as he held it open for you to enter first, and as he closed the door behind you, you turned.

His apartment was large, open plan, with a kitchen just to the right beside the front door, and a large living area at the other end. Exposed brickwork, high ceilings, and big windows marked the building as a former warehouse, and he had divided the space up with tall bookshelves so that it didn't feel like an aircraft hangar inside. The effect was amazing, and the fact that he was a prolific reader was one of the things you had in common. You’d spent many an afternoon curled up on his battered old leather sofa together, your feet in his lap while he read. He would idly circle your ankle with his fingers and run his thumb over the arch of your foot while his eyes skimmed over the pages. Sometimes he would read passages aloud to you if he found something particularly worth sharing, and the whole thing lent an affectionate sense of domesticity to your relationship.

Now, however, he stared at you with an impenetrable expression on his handsome face; part curious, part turned on, and part… something else that oscillated between hope and insecurity.

“So, er… that… back there…” he said. “That… That felt different… somehow…”

“Mmm,” you agreed. “I…” you shrugged and then said, “I like it when you’re rough with me.” He frowned. “I don’t mean that you hurt me, you don’t and you never have; it’s just… I like it when you use your strength carefully like that. A lot.”

He tilted his head slightly, his long braid swinging behind him like pendulum. His breathing was very shallow and you could see his pulse racing at the hollow of his throat.

“What?” you asked.

Bresz didn’t respond immediately. He turned away and braced his weight on his forearms, leaning on the kitchen table. “I… I’m always wary of bringing this up. It’s been misunderstood in the past, and… what with my being an orc… I mean, we’ve already got a reputation for being aggressive, brutish assholes… But…”

You knew then what he was dying to say but couldn’t. You wondered if perhaps you should go first. Taking the plunge, you said quietly, “I’m sexually submissive. I think you probably figured that out already though. Look, I… I would be open to trying a few things if you’d like.”

From where he stood hunched over the counter, arms straight, back curved, his braid dangling down beside him, Bresz gave a great, shaking sigh. He rotated his head and glanced sideways at you with a soft smile. “Yes,” he said. “I’m not very good at admitting I have dominant tendencies. Especially because orcs get enough flack as it is. I… I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I never want you to be afraid of me.”

You shook your head and stepped close to him, running your hands up his bare forearms to the sleeves of smart, plain white t-shirt he wore, and sliding your fingers over the bulging muscles of his biceps. You squeezed, though it was like squeezing a bronze statue, and he relaxed, straightening to his full height.

“You’ve never given me even a hint of a reason to be afraid of you,” you said. “If you had, I would never have brought this up, and I wouldn’t be in a relationship with you. I trust you. I’d like to explore this new side of things.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me get us both a drink, and we can talk about it.”

And you did. You talked late into the night about what each of you was prepared to do and to have done, what the rules were, what you thought you might need afterwards, and perhaps most importantly, you agreed on a colour system for during any play.

It was Bresz’ idea. “Green, amber, and red,” he explained. “If I ask you for a colour, you have to give me one. Green means that you’re fine to keep going with whatever we’re doing. Amber means you need a break to think about it or to have a short breather, but you have to give me another colour soon after saying amber; either green or red. Red means we stop, no questions asked, no judgements, and the play ends. We do our aftercare, and we can talk about it later.” He paused and kissed you. “I can also call amber or red if I’m unsure or worried…”

You nodded, excitement fizzing in your lungs. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” you said. “You’ve given this some thought already, haven’t you?”

“We don’t have to do it,” he said quickly, eyes widening with worry. It was endearing how worried he was about dominating you and having you not like it.

“Shh,” you smiled, reaching for his cheek and asking him to move his drink out of his lap with a quick jut of your chin. He did, and once it was clear, you swung into his lap and straddled him. You stroked your fingers through the dark hair above his ears, and even though it was pulled back into his braid, you could still scrape your nails over his scalp enough to make him exhale and moan. “Let’s start slow and small. You said you like the idea of having me over your knee…”

He grunted and you felt his cock twitch beneath you in answer.

“And I very much like the idea of you using these big hands to make my skin all hot before massaging them and taking care of me. Why don’t we try that?”

“What, now?” he asked, his pulse leaping in his throat again.

You rolled your hips and he groaned, setting his drink down on a nearby table and grabbing your hips, palms wandering over the curve of your ass as you sat there, working him up already. “Why not now?” you said. “Just a little test… If we decide we don’t enjoy it or it doesn’t work for us, then we can chalk it up to curiosity, and move on.” You very much hoped that wouldn’t happen. Already just the size of his hand on your hip was making you ache for the sting and heat of a spanking.

He nodded slowly. “Alright. Alright,” he said more gently. He started to work his hands up your back in loving circles. “That it, my little girl,” he murmured. You’d told him what names you liked him to use, and hearing him use that one sent a jolt of heat straight between your legs. “My good little girl,” he crooned in your ear, his hot breath fanning over you. “If I agree to do this, will you promise to be good for me?”

“I will,” you whispered.

“Stand up,” he said, and you obediently slid off his lap and stood there while he sat, legs spread, hands resting on his thick, muscular thighs, staring up at you with pupils blown dark and wide. He cursed in orcish, and you shuddered. “You like it when I speak my mother tongue?” he asked, voice deepening slightly.

You nodded silently, lower lip slightly between your teeth.

“Well, well,” he chuckled. He said something which was clearly an order, but which you didn’t understand. You loved the way his tongue rolled behind his teeth when he spoke his own language. “You’ll have to earn a translation,” he added softly, and you whimpered.

“What would you have me do?” you asked with just a little smile.

“Fetch me a glass of water.” It was not a request, but the order was gently given, as though he were testing out the sensation of demanding something from you. “You’ve made me thirsty.”

You nodded. “Yes, Sir,” you said, and he groaned again at his newly acquired title, eyes rolling. He liked that then.

Returning, you presented him with the glass of water but he shook his head. He pointed at the floor between his parted knees. You smiled and knelt willingly before him, offering up the glass instead. “Much better,” he said, quite deliberately denying you the pleasure of being called a good girl. It seemed only fair; after all, you had not knelt immediately.

He drank from it slowly, draining the glass. Bresz then handed it back to you and told you to put it on the table and return to your knees in front of him.

You did. Each order, given with his softest, most gentle expression, sent pulsing heat to your clit and you were wet and breathing shallowly by the time you returned. This was finally everything you could ever have hoped for in a relationship with Bresz. It had been pretty perfect before, but knowing that he was willing to dominate you with consideration and playfulness was just…

You didn’t have much time to think because he repeated his command in orcish, and then leaned one elbow on his knee, bringing his lips close to yours where you knelt between his legs, and said, “I told you to undress for me.”

Slowly you drew your top off over your head, revealing the (mercifully rather nice) underwear you’d selected that morning, but he grabbed your wrist as you made to continue undressing.

“Wait.” The strength of his grip made you gasp. “Does that hurt?” he asked, concern flickering in his warm eyes.

You shook your head. “Almost.”

He paused and then carefully tightened his grip just a fraction. You watched his knuckles clench, his fingers close around your wrist, and you sagged sideways slightly with a mewl of pleasure.

“Oh…” he crooned, drawing you easily up into the air to dangle by one arm, legs limp, “You are a dream. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more turned on by you… you go and make a noise like that. Come here,” he said, and he simply draped you across his knees and drew the rest of your clothes off by himself.

“Look at you,” he said again, circling the curve of your ass with his palm before squeezing hard enough to make you gasp and jerk slightly. “Easy,” he murmured. “Easy. I’ve got you, beautiful.”

He massaged you and stroked the backs of your thighs, letting his hands roam all over you until you were breathing deeply and revelling in the contact.

“How do you feel?” he said. “Give me a colour.”

“Green,” you said immediately, and he laughed.

And then he brought his fingers down hard over your ass cheek with a resonant ‘crack’. You gasped, more surprised than hurt, and he let it ring for a moment before rubbing a circle over it and caressing the place where heat and blood rushed in. Euphoria ripped through you a second later and you gripped his ankle, pressing your face down into his leg.

“You took that so well,” he said softly, massaging gentle circles over your backside. “So well. Look at you. It’s all hot now too,” he smiled, running the pad of his thumb over the place where he’d spanked you. “You think you can do something for me?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded.

“First, let’s get you relaxed again,” he purred, sliding his hand up your spine and back again. “Look how big my hands are compared to your little body,” he whispered in awe. “I feel like I’m going to break you all the time, but you’re so tough. You’re incredible. You’re beautiful. Look at you…” When you’d gone completely slack once more, he murmured, “Now then, my beautiful little one, you think you can count to five for me?”

You nodded.

“I need you to say yes or no aloud,” he said firmly.

The word left you as a moan. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Gods above, but you look so good like this,” he muttered, adding something under his breath in orcish. Then he bent right down over you and brought his tusks raking across your ass cheek. They dug in, but they were rounded and polished, smooth and sleek, and they slid over you, digging almost bruisingly deep without breaking the skin or truly hurting. He sucked a kiss onto your skin and played with your body a little more before beginning to make you count.

“One… Two…” you said confidently as the first two strokes made contact in a slow, searing rhythm.

“Good,” he said, and your ears buzzed at the praise.

Strokes three and four came in rapid succession and left you winded and gasping. They stung, but the pain vanished into the rush and the heat afterwards.

“Colour?” he prompted.

“Amber,” you gasped, stilling for a moment. He stroked your skin with his leathery palms but otherwise remained silent. “Green,” you smiled, relaxing and waiting for the final spank.

You practically yelled, “Five!” as the last one hit, but he immediately began to kiss you and croon praises against your skin.

“Beautiful girl,” he purred. “You’re so beautiful. Well done, you took that so well. Look at you…” and he slid his fingers between your legs, seeking out your wet sex. When he found that you were dripping down your inner thighs, he growled and let one fingertip dance over your swollen clit, circling around your folds before withdrawing. You heard him moan and guessed that he was tasting you.

“I want you,” he said quietly, returning his hand to you. You could feel how hard he was beneath you, and you knew you wanted nothing more than to have his cock buried inside you, filling you.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please…”

“I want to take care of you first,” he said. “Can I carry you?”

“Gods, yes,” you moaned, and he smiled and rolled you carefully over before scooping you up into his arms and standing. He nuzzled at your neck and your head lolled back over the crook of his huge arm to expose your throat. Orcs, like werewolves and a few other shifters, took an exposed throat as a sign of intimate trust, and the rush of his hoarse breath fanned across your skin mere moments before he mouthed kisses across your neck until you were whimpering, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for something more. This was far hotter than anything the two of you had ever done, and Bresz, you had discovered, was good in bed.

He laid you down on his massive bed with its industrial scaffolding bed frame, and he turned you onto your front. “Here,” he said. “I’m going to get some lotion for you. I’ll be right back.”

Bresz tested to see if it stung first, and when it didn’t, he worked his hands all over the heated areas of your cheeks until they were soothed and cool.

He rolled you back over and took his time enjoying your body. You lay there, limp and gazing up at him with doe eyes. You wished he wasn’t wearing so many clothes, but somehow the pleasant buzzing in your head had smothered your ability to formulate such a complicated sentence. Luckily, he obliged anyway and was undressed in no time.

He knelt over you, his thick cock hard, pre-come beading at the top again almost the instant that his underwear was off, and you found your fingers reaching for it, trailing up his thighs with weak, gentle strokes. He stared at you and his cock twitched and he cursed in orcish. That word you did know.

“Please,” you said, parting your legs and sliding one hand down over your hips towards your centre. “I want you…”

He slipped his hands beneath your thighs and tugged you towards him, sinking his face to you and letting his tongue glide over your wet folds. He lavished attention on you, teasing circles and nudging your throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue until you thought you might just tear yourself apart with want.

“Please!” you sobbed, tears rolling down from your eyes into your hair as you lay on your back. After the euphoria of being spanked and then cared for so gently, it was too much. He took you right to the edge and then backed away, repeating the process three times until you practically screamed.

With a gentle, reassuring, and extremely playful smirk, he lined himself up, paused, and then sank hilt-deep into you in one stroke. His thick cock stretched you, his thumb swept a single upward motion over your clit, and his tip hit you so deep that you came around him with a sharp cry of pleasure.

He began to move while you were still coming. He murmured praises and told you how good you felt around him until it wasn’t long before he leaned forwards, one hand braced beside your head, and emptied himself into you with a series of deep, guttural grunts and groans. His strong muscles pressed his hips right up flush against yours, the heat of his release flooding you, as he gave himself completely to you.

It was a long time before either of you could move, but eventually his cock softened and he rolled off you. Lying on his side, he stroked the backs of his fingers over your body. “You alright?” he asked in a raw, hoarse whisper.

“Mmm,” you hummed happily, aching in all the right places. “I should clean up though.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” he said.

“Nor me, and that’s saying something with you as my boyfriend,” you grinned back, still a little dazed yourself.

He blushed sweetly at the praise, and you slipped away to clean up in his bathroom and brush your teeth before bed.

You returned to find him dozing on his back, one arm flung across onto your side of the bed in an open invitation to snuggle up against him. You did, draping one leg over his thighs and tugging yourself as close to him as you could possibly get.

The next morning you woke and turned over, expecting to find Bresz snoring softly beside you, only to discover that the bed was empty and the sheets on his side were cold.

You sat up, surprised not to feel groggier than you did given your usual state in the mornings, but you relaxed a little when you heard sounds coming from the kitchen. It wasn’t all that unusual for him to get up before you, and he had been known to prepare breakfast for you at the weekend on more than one occasion.

You glanced around the room and found that his t-shirt from the night before was still lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. You smiled and slipped it on, inhaling the scent of him for a moment before opening the door to his open-plan living and kitchen area.

Looping your arms around his torso, you paused when you heard how rapidly his heart was beating, and pulled back. “Bresz?”

“Mmm?” he asked, concentrating on spooning out his home-made granola onto a second bowl with some fruit. He didn’t look at you.

“Bresz, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“Bresz,” you insisted, turning him around by the hips until he had to look at you. “Talk to me.”

He inhaled shakily and set down the spoon. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’ve never slept better than I did last night, and I’ve never felt better after sex than I do this morning…”

He took another unsteady breath. “Good. I… I was worried that maybe… maybe I’d gone too far. That maybe… I’d hurt you or…” He swallowed thickly. “I was suddenly terrified that when you woke up… you’d… you’d be afraid of me. I didn’t want to see that. So… I made breakfast.”

“Oh my big, sweet orc,” you smiled, kissing his solid chest. “Pick me up…”

His hands found your waist and he hoisted you up so that you could latch your legs around his hips. You snaked your arms around his thick neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” you said. “Sounds like a bit of dom-drop talking there. You were perfect. You didn’t go too far, we talked about limitations beforehand, you always asked me for a colour if you weren’t sure, and you gave me the best aftercare any sub could ever want.”

“Good,” he sighed. “That’s good. I… The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, I mean… for real, you know?”

“I know. You have a good heart, and that’s what will make you a good dom, I think, and an even better boyfriend. And look,” you said nodding over your shoulder at the fresh fruit and granola, “You’re still taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, whether we’re playing or not…” he growled, backing you towards an empty stretch of the counter and sitting you down on it. “You stay there a moment.”

“Yes… Sir,” you added cheekily.

He chuckled and picked up a strawberry. For a moment you thought he was going to throw it at you, but instead Bresz fed you a few berries. Before you’d made any real kind of inroads into the cornucopia, however, he said, “I need you to promise me something though…”

“Ok…”

His warm brown eyes turned serious again. “If you decide you don’t want to do that again, I want you to promise me that you’ll say so. I don’t want you to do it just because you know I like it.”

You would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t sure that he was genuinely worried about putting you in a place you really didn't want to be. Instead, you grabbed hold of his shirt and tugged him a little closer. “Thank you,” you said. “But I categorically do want to do this again. As soon as possible.”

A small sound left his throat and he laughed quietly. “Well, I’m at your beck and call all weekend…”

“Surely it should be me serving you, Sir…?” you said, watching his eyelids flutter softly at your intonation.

“Alright,” he said. “If that’s how you want to play it. How about this?” he asked, and proceeded to lay out his rules for the day.

He began by demanding that you remove the clothing that you had purloined from him, and as punishment - since you had not asked permission to wear his shirt - you had to remain naked. You agreed to that. His apartment wasn’t overlooked by any other, being right on the river, and you felt comfortable enough walking around naked. You drew it off, and as you did he leaned down and took your nipple between his teeth, playfully tweaking it. He sucked a kiss over it, taking both your breasts in his hands and groaning softly as he kneaded them. Your back arched a little and he smiled and drew back.

“Next,” he said, “I want you to go back to bed. I’m going to feed you the rest of your breakfast, and you’re going to eat it like a good little girl, and after that, you cannot walk anywhere in this apartment.”

“I have to stay in bed all day?” you asked, disappointed.

He chuckled and shook his head. “No. But unless it’s a call of nature, I have to carry you wherever you want to go, but you have to earn it from me first. How does that sound?”

“I like that,” you said softly. “A lot.”

“Good,” he said. “Let’s see how you earn a change of scene after breakfast then. Go on,” and he practically shooed you off to the bedroom while he finished up preparing and altering his breakfast plans slightly.

He came in and found you lying naked on your back, ankles crossed, wrists crossed lightly above your head, and he stopped dead in the doorway. He looked like his brain had shorted.

In orcish he said something, of which you were only able to make out the words ‘fuck’ and ‘beautiful’. Bresz rallied himself and knelt beside you. “Do you have any requests of me?” he asked softly.

“What if I get cold?” you said.

“Then you can ask me for something to wear, but it’ll be something of mine, and it’ll be my choice. Ok?”

You nodded.

“Words?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he let his fingertips play briefly up your calf. You jerked at the sudden touch, and he smiled, looking at your face with a slight expression of wonder. “You’re already tipping back into sub-space, aren’t you?”

He was right. You wouldn’t need much encouragement today. The warmth filled your head; that blissful vagueness of knowing he was there to take care of you, so long as you did all that he asked, and that he would never ask too much of you. You nodded and he set the bowl of fresh fruit down beside you and kissed your stomach and up between your breasts. “Let me take care of you then,” he said, his words echoing your thoughts. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

He did.

He fed you and kissed you, taking his time with you, arranging your body how he liked so that he could enjoy you and even taste you too. He used his mouth and brought you screamingly close to release before backing away again. “Not yet,” he said, leaving you whimpering. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he added, picking up the now-empty bowl and returning to the kitchen. “Don’t move, and do not touch yourself,” he said from the doorway.

When he returned, he found you squirming slightly, but otherwise well behaved. Your reward for that was for him to take his shirt off, and then you were quickly told that you were not allowed to touch him unless you asked permission first. You whined a little at that, but agreed pretty quickly, and with that, he picked you up and carried you out into the living room.

He let you rest on the couch for a moment, taking a good long time to caress you and reassure you, making sure you were well and truly into sub-space, before announcing quietly that he had some work emails he needed to look over, and that he would like you to kneel beside him on the floor while he did that. “You don’t have to do anything, but just -” he ran his palm over his thigh for a moment and said, “Just be there, and don’t interrupt me unless you absolutely have to. Alright?”

You nodded.

“I promise you’ll be rewarded though,” he smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He fetched his laptop and proceeded to ignore you for a solid half hour. Well, he might have ignored you, but his cock told a different story as you laid your head against his thigh and basked in the gentle, swirling euphoria of being there with him like this. You’d often sat on this sofa with each other in companionable silence, but this was different entirely. While your presence felt needed, necessary almost, you also burned with the desire to touch him, to make him gasp and cry out and need your touch as much as you needed his.

That, you realised, was the whole point of this exercise; to sit there and luxuriate in the quiet limbo he had created, settling into the new situation while the incentive to behave hung over you throughout the duration.

By the time he finished on his laptop, he was hard, and you suspected that he hadn’t got all that much done. He closed the lid and set it aside, staring down at you with his eyes shining. “Well,” he said. “Didn’t you do well with that little test?”

You smiled, basking in his praise.

“Thank you, my beautiful little one,” he said. “Thank you for doing that for me. Now, would you like your reward?”

You nodded and tentatively reached a hand to his thigh. He bowed his head slightly, giving you permission to touch him, closing his eyes, and you repositioned yourself between his legs, unzipping his fly and drawing his jeans and underwear off his hips and down to the floor. His cock sprang free and you thumbed an arc across the sharp cuts into his muscle above his hips. He rumbled something softly, and you licked your lips and took the tip of his cock into your mouth. You tasted his pre-come on your tongue and moaned softly, making his balls clench slightly. He bucked upwards a little but caught himself in time before you choked.

“Fuck,” he cursed, letting his head roll back into the sofa cushion behind him. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

You let your tongue play briefly with the ridge around his head, licking at his slit, before taking him as deep as you could, wrapping your other hand around the remainder of his shaft. The long, deep groan of satisfaction he let out was reward enough for your good behaviour, but soon, as you got to work in earnest, his chest was heaving and his fingers were clenched in your hair. He tried so hard not to fuck your throat, but he couldn’t keep his hips completely still.

You matched your rhythm to his, and soon he grunted that he was close. You let your fingertips tease his tightening balls, and he released into your mouth. You drank him down as he came with a bellow, breathing hard.

He reached a shaky hand down and tilted your head up. Your eyes were watering, and a little of his release had escaped down your chin. “You look perfect,” he smiled, thumbing it away. “You did so well.”

That marked the mood for the rest of the day. Since it was your first time playing together like this, he kept it relatively simple. He did indulge - though whether it was for his benefit or yours, you weren’t sure and didn’t care - in another session of spanking. He had you half draped over his left knee and half over the sofa. You were already in sub-space, so again he didn’t linger too long on praising you first. That would come after.

Each time his fingers collided with your exposed backside, your knees wobbled and you felt a heady rush sweep through you. The pain was more like heat than discomfort, but it still stung gloriously. Your ass felt like it was glowing after just a few, but then the pain began to grow with each strike until you found yourself breathless and gasping. “Amber,” you said softly - so softly that he almost missed it.

You felt the rush of air as his hand shot towards you again, but he pulled back at the last moment and stroked his fingers through your hair instead, curious and concerned. “You doing alright? Do you need a break?”

“I… I’m not sure…”

“Ok. You were doing so well for me. Do you think you can take three more? Just three more, and I’ll let you stop…”

You whimpered, not quite sure if you could take three, but you nodded.

“I need you to give me a green, and then I need you to count them,” he said, listening carefully to the timbre of your voice in your response.

“Green,” you croaked after another few seconds. “Green.”

“That’s it,” he praised. “Well done. You’re being such good girl for me, you’re taking it so well.”

The first wasn’t so bad, but the second and third hurt. Your skin was sensitive and hot, and the pain was just pushing through the pleasure enough that you weren’t sure you could handle anything else. You were hyper aware of all sensations, but it took you a while to notice that he was reaching to the coffee table in front of the sofa for the lotion already. As the cold liquid touched your skin you yelped, but he steadied you.

“Easy,” he said. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of my beautiful, good little girl.”

You felt your arms waver and you sank down, face first, onto the cushion. Each slow circle of his thumb and palm over your searingly hot skin felt like ice on a burn, and he took his time with you. Bresz used both hands, working up and down your legs, reassuring you all the while. Pride soared in your chest that you had succeeded. He had known your limits and taken you to them, supporting you all the way.

When he was satisfied that your skin was no longer aflame, he turned you gently over and rested you on your side with your head in his lap. He stroked your hair and gazed adoringly at you with glassy eyes. As you settled and calmed, he leaned forwards again and picked up a large glass of water. “Here,” he murmured. “Drink some of this.”

You hadn’t realised how thirsty you’d become, and you allowed him to hold your head and cradle you softly while you drank gratefully.

Returning the nearly empty glass to him you hadn’t noticed that you had begun to shiver, and he frowned.

“You’re cold,” he said, looking down the length of your body and finding goosebumps prickling your thighs and arms. “You should have said something…”

“I didn’t really notice,” you admitted. It felt so nice to be lying in his lap, feeling small and sheltered after the euphoria had settled down to a pleasant, all-pervasive hum.

He frowned and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed. He pulled out a clean hoodie - one of his kick-boxing ones - and asked you to put it on. You snuggled into it and he cupped your cheek in his hand. “You look so tiny in that,” he said. “It’s just swallowed you up…”

The two of you cuddled together for a long time, just sitting on his bed, enjoying each other’s steady presence.

By the end of the afternoon, you were beginning to resurface, and while you were honestly exhausted, it was the perfect kind of tired. Bresz seemed tired too, and you both wound down together, curled up on the sofa.

“Do you want to put your own clothes on now?” he asked by way of signalling that he was ready to end it.

“Maybe let me get some underwear and my pyjama trousers on…” you said.

“I’ll get them for you. You stay there.”

When he came back, he too had a shirt on, and while you would always relish the opportunity to stare at his naked body, it felt right that you should both get changed.

“Are you alight?” he asked when you’d got a few more clothes on besides the hoodie. “Do you need anything?”

“Just a cuddle,” you said, and he tugged you gently into his lap. “And maybe some food? You?”

“Mmm, a cuddle,” he smiled back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And I’ll order some pizza. I think we earned it, don’t you?”

You nodded.

He turned the TV on and ordered. When the food arrived, he didn’t feed you, and you both enjoyed the quiet closeness. You were ravenous, and ate much more than you would normally have done. When you said as much, he laughed. “You worked really hard for me today,” he said. “And maybe I don’t want to do this all the time, but… I have to say this has been one of the best weekends I’ve ever had with you.”

“Mmm, I had fun too. I think I actually needed that.”

The light of the TV flickered, but you ignored whatever was on and let yourself be lulled into a warm, cosy, full-bellied sleep. You didn’t remember being carried to bed or tucked in, but you stirred in the middle of the night to find Bresz wrapped tightly around your body, like a protective outer shell.

His breathing was deep, even, and steady, and his arm was curled around your waist. He shifted slightly and, impossibly, pulled you even closer to him, mumbling something soft in orcish. You would have to ask him what that particular word meant in the morning. At that moment, you knew you had never been more comfortable in your whole life, and with that thought, you drifted back to a dreamless sleep.

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gruviafan-forever · 5 years

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LIKE FATHER; LIKE SON

One fine morning Gray Fullbuster, Fairytail's ice-devil slayer was getting ready to leave on a S-class mission which would last around a week.

This was his first long mission since his son's birth. Yes!! Gray got married to his lover Juvia Lockser, who now proudly carries the Fullbuster surname behind her name.

It was a dream come true moment in her life, when Gray proposed to her on her special day.

But what turned the sweet memory into delightful one was when Juvia disclosed to her lover that she was carrying their baby and was 8 weeks along.

Gray was over the moon after hearing this happy news and as planned, they got married 2 weeks after.

They celebrated their 1st wedding anniversary along with their baby boy who was around 4 months old at that time .

" Gray-sama!!! What are you waiting for? Get ready soon. You have a train to catch."

Juvia was urging him to get ready soon.

" Yeah, Juvia I know. Do you really want me to go? Are you sure? You can manage him alone."

Gray asked out of concern as he didn't want to stay very far away from his family.

"Gray-sama!!! Juvia is Storm's mother. She will take care of him. Don't worry about that.

Besides, you need some alone time to clear your mind and to grab some rest.

Ever since you found out, Juvia was pregnant, you didn't leave her side. You were very protective and took good care of her at the expense of your health.

Now it has become even harder for you after Storm's birth.

So don't worry, enjoy your mission, after all, this will help you recover from the stress."

Juvia assured and convinced him that she would take care of their child.

Storm Fullbuster, now, 6 months old, shares a striking resemblance to his father except for his pale skin, blue eyes and navy blue wavy hair which he inherited from his mother.

When Gray held his son for the first time, he knew he was a goner.

Gray never felt this kind of love and affection for anyone even including his wife at the first meet itself.

Gray's heart melted when he saw his son open up his blue orbs which reminded him of his wife's eyes.

He was grateful to the genetics as Juvia's eyes were a perfect example of beautiful and mesmerizing pair which was hard to miss for the grabs.

He felt a sudden sense of protective instincts and was determined to live solely for his family without being reckless anymore.

"But Juvia, what if someone attacks you both while in my absence?

Moreover, you still haven't recovered from your post-natal pregnancy issues due to which your magic is unstable.

How will you protect yourself and Storm? And..."

Juvia made Gray cut out his insecurities by hugging him and resting her head on his chest.

"Gray-sama, relax. Thank you for this concern. Juvia really loves this side of yours.

Don't worry, Juvia is recovering. Besides, Gajeel-kun, Erza-San and others from the guild will visit us to ensure our safety.

So Gray-sama, take care and be safe. Return back to us. Don't forget that you are a loving husband and a doting father now not an ignorant bachelor anymore.

I Love You."

She tip-toed to reach his lips to give a goodbye kiss which he responded back by leaning forward.

Just then, a wailing sound was heard from the nursery,

"Looks like my son is not letting me have my ways with his mom."

"Looks like he got that side of yours as well." Juvia giggled.

Hearing this Gray chuckled and went to attend the crying child.

He carried the crying baby in his arms and checked his diaper whether it was wet or not.

"Hey buddy, always interrupting your daddy's moments, huh!!"

Gray gently pinched the baby's small button nose.

Storm stopped crying after recognizing his dad's voice and smiled at him for being in his arms.

Storm's cute smile reminded Gray of Juvia's smile.

"You smile just like your mother. Come on, let's go and meet your mommy."

Gray blew raspberries in his chubby tummy which caused the baby to giggle and soon went to the living room.

Seeing his mother, Storm made cutesy voice and reached out his arms indicating her to carry him which didn't go unnoticed by Juvia.

"Oh baby!! What made Juvia's baby snap out of his peaceful nap time? Did my baby have a bad dream?"

Juvia examined the baby in her arms to see whether he was hurt or got bit by any insects.

After confirming her worries were baseless, she swung the baby sideways which earned her a laughter and giggles from the happy baby.

"Hey I guess he must have freaked out finding none of us along with him.

That's why started to cry to capture our attention. Smart boy just like his dad."

Gray ruffled Storm's soft hairs while feeling a surge of pride growing within him.

"Yeah, that's why now, he looks happy to be in Juvia's arms and bosoms.

Just like his daddy feeling happy and warm from the Juvia's contact."

Juvia teased her husband as he grew red due to embarrassment.

"Yeah...yeah...whatever. Come let's have a family hug. I still have a train to catch."

Gray pulled his wife into a hug without squeezing the baby in her arms. They silently enjoyed the embrace.

"Bye Juvia, Bye Storm buddy. Take care. Don't overwhelm your mommy in my absence. Bye I love you both. See ya soon."

Gray kissed his wife's lips and the baby's forehead and left for his work.

Both Storm and Juvia waved bye to their most important person and went inside the house.

"So what does Juvia's baby want to do? Wait!! mommy has a plan, let's first take a bath and spend some time with your uncles and aunts in the guild."

Juvia gently bit her baby's chubby cheeks while Storm let out cute giggles.

Soon Juvia reached the guild while carrying Storm in her arms after safely tugging him in his baby blanket and covered his head with a hat to avoid dust and harsh sunlight.

"Hi Juvia, good afternoon. Hi Storm. How are you?" Lucy greeted them with her big smile.

"Hello Lucy-san. Say hi to auntie Lucy." Juvia grabbed Storm's hand and made him to wave.

He flashed Lucy a bright smile which melted her heart.

"Aw!! He is so cute. Hey Juvia, can I carry him?"

"Sure"

Juvia let Lucy carry her baby after removing the blanket and the hat and made way to their usual bench.

Juvia greeted others while Lucy and Wendy and Charla were playing with her baby.

"Juvia, where is Gray? Didn't he come with you?" Both Erza and Natsu asked in unison.

"Gray-sama has gone on a mission . It would take him a week to come back." Juvia smiled and made herself comfortable in the bench.

Just then Mira came with Juvia's lunch and gave it to her which she happily accepted.

The girls have now ganged up together to take a good look at her handsome boy.

"Isn't he cute?"

Wendy squealed as Storm grabbed her finger with his tiny hands.

"Yeah, he's definitely cute. He has got the charms of his mother." Levy said while ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, he looks exactly like Juvia." Mira happily exclaimed while pinching the baby's chubby cheeks.

The other girls looked at her with a funny expression. Mira wondered what happened to them suddenly.

Cana broke the silence, "Seriously Mira, have you gonna blind? He is an exact copy of Gray.

Take a good look at his face, it's definitely Gray's face."

"No, I guess, she meant the smile on his face which is similar to Juvia's smile." Lissanna fought back for her sister.

Juvia was smiling seeing the conversation her friends were having on whom the baby went after.

According to Juvia, her baby boy was in and out resembled her Gray-sama.

Once when Gray tried to kiss her while having Storm in her arms, he cried. Both didn't know what made him grumpy suddenly.

After sometime, they realized he was possessive of his mother. As Gray again tried to kiss her, Storm moved his dad away with his chubby arms.

He didn't like sharing his mother with anyone let it be his father also.

For the next 2-3 days, whenever Gray was near Juvia, Storm had an awful crying session.

So Gray didn't want his son to cry because of him so he had to control himself on his advances until Storm let's go of his jealousy.

It reminded Juvia of how Gray was possessive whenever Lyon was around her close proximity.

Her thoughts were halted when she heard her baby's whimpering sound. She looked at him and the girls were smiling.

Then she felt an arm hugging her shoulders, when she turned to face the owner, it was Cana. She instantly knew the reason behind this act.

"See didn't I say, he is just as possessive as his father. Doesn't want to share anything belonging to him with others." Cana grinned.

"Yeah, you are right, Cana. I wonder how Gray is spending time with Juvia around Storm?"

Mira winked and Juvia understood the meaning behind it.

"Yeah Mira-San, he doesn't let Gray-sama to touch Juvia at all. Very possessive indeed." Juvia smiled.

When Cana let go of Juvia, Storm stopped crying and had a cute frown on his face which made the girls to squeal seeing his cuteness.

"See that is typical Gray's frown." Erza said while carrying the baby in her arms and rubbing her cheeks on his face causing him to giggle.

Just then Natsu made his way to her and took a good look at Storm.

On seeing his flame-breath uncle, the baby had a pissed off expression on his cute face.

Natsu exclaimed, "He is surely is Gray's son. See he has the same arrogant face and droopy eyes just like his dad. All that he got from Juvia is that eye colour." Still glaring at the baby.

Storm also gave him tough competition in glaring which reminded Natsu of Gray's never give up and tough attitude.

"Natsu-San, no one should insult Juvia's baby. If you do that again, Juvia will ask Gray-sama to take care of you." Juvia threatened Natsu with deadly glare.

"Okay Juvia, relax. I was just kidding. He is such a cute baby." Natsu tried to pinch Storm's cheeks but the baby was not interested and turned his face away from his uncle.

"Knock it off, Salamander. You are scaring him. He may have the look of that ice-prick but don't forget he is also Juvia's son."

The baby turned his attention to the iron dragon slayer and showed his cute toothless smile.

"See that is Juvia's smile. The Stripper won't have such bright smile."

Gajeel extended his arms to carry the baby and Storm happily complied to the invitation.

While Gajeel was strolling around the guild with the baby in his arms showcasing all the things much to Storm's excitement.

The girls turned their attention to Juvia and asked for her opinion,

"Of course, Juvia's baby looks and acts like her Gray-sama."

"Yeah Juvia. But for now, we can't say much about his personality but we hope he gets that from you.

So that he can grow to be more open, broad minded, happy and cheerful unlike Gray how he used to be.

I'm not trying to offend him, Juvia. But as we grew up together, I know how his personality was and it's because of you, he has changed into someone who he is now.

All I and Natsu want is that your baby shouldn't undergo what you and Gray underwent, Fine."

Erza said her heartfelt words with a warm smile which Juvia responded back.

"Yes, Erza-San. Juvia understands."

After spending some time at the guild, Gajeel dropped Juvia and Storm at her house and told that he would visit them everyday till Gray comes back.

Storm fell asleep in Gajeel's arms while on the way back home. She placed him in his bassinet and covered him with his baby blanket.

When Storm slept, he looked exactly like her Gray-sama bearing that peaceful face.

Juvia felt very happy when she saw her son for the first time, she felt complete having him in her arms. He instantly reminded her of Gray.

She forgot all the pains and troubles of labour when she saw the healthy baby sleeping in her husband's arms.

She vowed that day, she will protect her baby from any harm even by happily sacrificing her life for his safety.

Juvia knew soon her baby will grow up and he will look more and more like her Gray-sama which will make her to spoil him with all the love and pampering.

Juvia and Gray loved their son to the core and made their son's life and protection their important priority.

So till Gray returns home , Juvia had an ample amount of time to spend with her son, bond with and spoil him further which will make her son even more possessive.

This will create a hard time for Gray to convince his son that they both can equally share their most important person's affection and time.

But nevertheless, Storm loves both of his parents equally with unconditional and undivided love or should we say a little bit extra love for his amazing and stunning mother.

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mikauzoran · 5 years

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Lukadrien Drabble: Why is My Finger in Your Mouth? or What’s Your Excuse?

Marinette frowned. “Where?”

“Over there, by the statue.” Luka pointed.

“Hey!” Adrien whimpered as Luka’s finger grazed his ice cream cone. “That’s mine!”

“Oh, sorry, Adrien. I wasn’t—” Luka abruptly broke off as Adrien seized his wrist and took Luka’s finger into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the digit to clean it of the blue raspberry ice cream remnants.

Luka felt his body temperature shoot up like a bamboo stalk as he tried not to catalogue the heat and dampness of Adrien’s mouth, the soft-rough texture of Adrien’s tongue, the gentle brush of the back of Adrien’s teeth.

It was a losing battle.

Adrien froze, eyes going wide as he realized what he was doing. Slowly, he pulled Luka’s finger out of his mouth with a wet pop. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean… Reflexes,” Adrien tried to explain, grasping at wisps of clouds, attempting to salvage the situation.

Luka cleared his throat. “You don’t—uh—I forget that you don’t get ice cream often, do you?”

Adrien shook his head, tentatively peeking up to meet Luka’s eyes.

Luka’s face was blazing red, but an encouraging, indulgent smile clung to his lips. “…Want a bite of mine?”

Adrien bit his lip, head tipping to the side uncertainly. “For real?”

Luka nodded, holding out his own cone.

Adrien leaned in and took a tentative lick. He pulled back with a sheepish smile. “Thank you. Sorry for being so weird.”

Luka waved away his apology. “Don’t worry about it. You’re cute. …Shall we?” He nodded towards where the rest of the gang was waiting (gawking) by the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue.

Adrien nodded, trying to avoid meeting Nino’s troubled gaze as he made his way over to the group.

Luka looked back to Marinette. “Coming, Chanson?”

Marinette made a spluttering sound accompanied by a wounded fluttering of hands. She put a palm over her mouth and nodded as she attempted to recover from the scene she had just witnessed. Why did the two boys she had feelings for have to be so cute together?

Luka frowned in concern. “Are you okay? Your face is really red.”

“Well, so is yours!” Marinette meeped, dashing off to join the others so as to avoid further scrutiny.

Luka blinked as he watched her go. He knew exactly why his face was flushed. What excuse did Marinette have?

(This takes place in the Jabberwocky universe. Should I post these on AO3, do you think?)

#Adrien Agreste/Luka Couffaine #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Lukadrien #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Ice Cream #Mikau's Writings

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eurydicum · 5 years

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she — r.b

Pairing: Robin Buckely x Reader

Category: angst , mentions of fluff

Summary: You loved Robin Buckley more than you cared to admit, even after the pair of you broke up

Word Count:

Author’s Note: This is best read on the website rather than the mobile app, the app flubs up the formatting of it all

I was listening to ‘She’ by Dodie and I haven’t listened to her music in ages, but this inspired this entire story.

Also, there is some reference to Hadestown and Anne with an E in this as well

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buckley master list

Delicate hands traced the golden edges of an album, scared to pull back its cover and unveil memoirs of the past.

The front felt crisp and dusty under your touch, and yet you could feel the magic radiating off the pages. With a single breath, the past flew away into the air and your memories laid beneath your fingertips. It had been almost a year since you’ve touched this album, and you were almost scared of doing so.

Courage found its fill in your heart, even if for a moment. You opened the book carefully, feeling as if you had just opened up Pandora’s Box. However, it was very much quite the opposite.

The first polaroid inside was of Robin, and she looked gorgeous in her sunflower yellow dress. She was smiling brightly, and the sun kissed her skin. You traced over the edge of the image, smiling sadly at the picture and the caption beneath it.

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

You remembered that day as clear as glass. It was one date of many, but this one, in particular, you two had decided to have a picnic with the additional ‘sophisticated’ tea party. The next page detailed exactly such: the silly faces she made as she pretended to be a duchess, the tea set your grandma allowed you to borrow, the basket full of pastries, and the pretty dresses you two wore that day.

“Oh yes! Queen [Y/N] it is an absolute honor to be graced with your presence,” Robin imitated a rather awful English accent as she took hold of your hand and left a kiss upon your ring.

“You flatter me,” You sighed dramatically as you pulled a similarly awful accent. You both laughed to your heart's content as you continued playing like children and giggling like fools.

The summer breeze was pleasant that day and the grass was soft beneath your heels. You two were children without a care in the world and that reckless living made you love Robin all the more.

And what a warm summer day it was — warm with hearts filled with love.

The next page was filled with more you than her. All the pictures with you in them had been candid photos Robin took of you while the pair of you had a mini library date. You were sipping coffee whilst reading in one of the images — entirely engrossed in the story. The books you both read were stacked up in another picture, and another was of your coffees.

This day was more faded in memory, but you could still remember little fragments of the date.

Your fingers traced over the spines of some of the books, trying to find a particular novel in mind. Once finding it, you plucked it off the shelf and had been met with a hand lurching out at you.

You yelped and dropped the book, earning a flurry of shushing from the parties. Flustered, you picked up the book and glared at the hand that soon retreated back to her side.

Robin wheezed as she waltzed around the shelf, leaning her head on your shoulder as she laughed at your reaction. She did her best to not cackle loudly right then and there, but she did end up hissing her laughter out.

“Y-Your face,” Robin sputtered, still giggling like a fool before wrapping her arms around you. “I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist,” She half-heartedly apologized, a childish grin still plastered on her face. You lifted her head from your shoulder and held her face in your hands — pressing your foreheads together.

“You’re lucky I love you,” You joked before you left a quick kiss upon her lips.

The following story in your book came from Senior Prom. The photos were mostly composed of ones from the photo booth and a one or two from whoever’s mother took them. While you would’ve loved to go with Robin alone, going with all your friends was ever the loveliest anyhow.

You chuckled as you recalled having to convince a lot of the group to actually go to the damn event, but hey! — it worked in the end and it was absolutely worthwhile.

They would sit at the table a lot of the dance, but you all disregarded the dancing and just had fun chatting amongst yourselves and raiding the snacks. At a point, as you remember, did end up dancing with Robin and Keith. The prom was surprisingly magical despite the overratedness of it all.

You laughed with glee as you led Keith back to the table after dancing with him on the dance floor. Admittedly, Keith had lots of fun just feeling free with you — despite public opinion. You took your seat back to Robin, sighing with content as she looked to you with a fragile glare.

“You two seemed to make quite the scene,” She amusedly commented. Genuinely, Robin was always pleased to know that her friends adored you and she was even more enthralled to know that you were able to help them break from their conserved shells. You helped them live and be carefree.

While you all were sat at the table, Robin scooted closer to you slightly — closing the gap between you two. Her fingertips kissed along your arm, subtly moving further down until your hands were intertwined underneath the tablecloth. Your heart raced and your cheeks burned red as her lips ghosted past your neck as she leaned in to whisper to you.

“I love you,”

Her birthday showed up on the following pages, and God you could practically taste the birthday cake once again. All of her friends had been there at her small get-together to celebrate her. Originally, Robin wasn’t planning on celebrating, but you had other ideas in mind and scheduled a small and intimate party.

Photos of her with her cake and a post-cake-face image, her copious presents, and bright smiles on everyone’s faces. Confetti and balloons were everywhere at the time, and the moment of trash everywhere turned into one of great fun. The time with the whole gang was a pure joy with everyone battering one-another with confetti bits and sucking up helium until you were chipmunks. And of course, you stayed after to spend the full twenty-four hours with her.

“Did you have a good birthday, baby?” You asked softly as you approached her, your hands falling to her hips. Robin smiled softly, her hand reaching up to wipe away a bit of cake from your face. She chuckled and laid her hands on your shoulders, leaning in to leave a kiss upon your lips.

Robin tasted of birthday cake. You smiled against her lips at this, tempted to giggle. She pulled back and pressed your foreheads together.

“I totally did, best birthday yet,” She admitted with a small smile. You grinned with glee, glancing over to the smashed cake. You took a dollop of icing on your finger, dotting the little bit of sugar on her nose. Robin chuckled at your little gesture, scrunching her nose at you.

Instead of cleaning up that night, you two held each other and swayed to whatever gentle music played on the radio. You nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck, hands curling around her shoulders. Your eyes had been closed, relaxing at the tranquility of the night and Robin’s sweet humming.

The next two pages passed and noticed that you had one of your many 711 ‘dates’ photographed. Whenever you had even an ounce of spontaneity to go out and get a slushie, Robin would always join you. You got cherry and she got blue raspberry. In the photos, your slushies were photographed — as had been Robin’s freshly dyed blue tongue and your abnormally puckered red lips. While this exact day faded from you entirely, you could practically feel the cold cup of the slushie in one hand and the warmth of Robin’s in another.

The pages following briefly described numerous dates and moments shared between you two. Most every date was documented — even if it had been one polaroid of a butterfly or rose with a short descriptor beside it.

In those days, your love for Robin Buckley was immeasurable. You admired every inch of her, inside and out. Who wouldn’t? She was the personification of beauty and could bring Aphrodite to shame. She was an astonishing woman and at times you almost felt inferior to her. However highly you thought of her, Robin would speak of you even more greatly until you were blushing like mad and giggling like a lovesome, love-struck fool.

The beauty in everything with her made life all the less bleak. In the times with her, you barely knew the definition of sorrow — in her arms on your bed was your soft place and simply being with her was your happy place.

The final page made your heart cry almost immediately. You remembered this memory so fondly well it was almost painful to recall. Your fingers traced over the pressed flowers and the wax seals that held them down, feeling your eyes beginning to well up with tears.

This was perhaps the longest section of the album — the page was littered with forestry, birds, streams, and flowers. However, at the very center of nature’s chaos was Robin. She bathed in the sun’s love and sat in a small clearing that was circled with gorgeous flowers. Serenity was becoming of her.

You lowered the camera as soon as you relished in the sight before you. Robin looked like an absolute goddess with heaven’s light kissing her bare shoulders and her eyes practically sparkling gold. Tranced, you walked over to where she was and sat with her. You gently placed the camera to the side and wrapped your arms lovingly around her from behind.

“What?” Robin asked with a curiously smile as you squeezed her in a tight hug. You began peppering kisses along her neck, your hug around her loosening as she leaned into your love. Your fingertips cascaded down the inside of her arms, eventually ending with intertwining your hands together.

“I love you more than words can express,” You muttered after a kiss, squeezing her hand softly. You gently eased out of her touch for just a moment, circulating around her to sit directly in front. Your hands reached to cup around Robin’s face, curling her hair around her ears. You left a spell-bounding kiss upon her lips, heart soaring as passion ensued. She slowly laid back into the ground, bringing you down with her. You hovered over her, the kiss practically never-ending as you both laid in your own bed of flowers.

“Will you promise me something?” Robin asked softly when your kiss eventually subsided, sitting upright with you in her lap. You nodded, holding her hands once again. Robin stood up and pulled her with you. Both of you stood toe-to-toe to one another, the tension soft and warm.

“Don’t promise me fair skies and kind ground,” She whispered softly. “Promise that you’ll stay with me and love me whatever weather comes our way,” Robin murmured, her lips hovering over yours.

“I will,” You left a sheepish kiss on her lips, smiling with content at this shared moment.

“Walk with me, my love,”

And you both did. You both wandered through the woods that day, hand-in-hand with doubt caved into the ground and love in the air. It was a silent moment, but even the silence spoke a million words.

Promises were made in the woods that day. And you, true to your word, loved her endlessly.

Tears already began streaming down your cheeks, and you choked back on the burning sensation in your throat. Your hands reached for your shirt as you left the album in your lap — your fingers curled around the fabric as you continued to sniffle and stifle your tears.

Next to the final images, you had a little diary-esque entry written on separate stationery that was then glued onto the album page. It was a long passage. All written by a naive hopeless romantic.

Robin Buckley.

Her name alone gets my heart beating faster. I truly believe she’s the love of my life. We’ve been together for four years now. Call it dumb teenage romance if you will, but it’s my romance with hers and I would never trade it up for anything in the world.

Every compiled moment in this album are only little insights to us and our story. Naturally, this album only highlights the pure and the good. We’ve gotten into those occasional fights, but what couple doesn’t? Even so, we’ve handled every trial and tribulation with maturity and communicated well. For that, I’m proud.

Robin is a resilient woman and I’m proud to call her mine. She’s an honest and true person — she fearlessly wears her heart on her sleeve. Robin is truly beautiful, and her beauty goes far beyond her appearance.

She’s the most brilliant person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting throughout all of my years, and I earnestly believe that she will always be the most brilliant in my eyes. No one else could even begin to compare to her. Everything about her is her own — from her personality to her voice to her touch. Everyone is unique, but she especially so.

I am truly lucky.

She smells of lemongrass and sleep — which is truly lemongrass and lavender, but sleep felt appropriate to use. I’d always get the pleasure of indulging in her touch and smell whenever we’d sleep, and her comforting presence had been the only thing to cure me of my endless nights of stress. With her, I felt eternally safe and warm.

She tastes of apple juice and peach. An odd descriptor, I know, but it’s true. Her lips are sweet and soft, and intoxicating in the best of ways. Whether our passion falls between our lips or an exchange from lips to cheek, love soars with every peck. I absolutely adore running my fingers through her hair and kissing her freckled cheeks.

I adore making my love smile and happy, and I’m glad to have her in my life.

I’m truly sorry that there won’t be a day in our near lifetime that will allow me to kiss you publically or hold your hand without care. For now, the subtle pinkie linking and ghosting of kisses on the cheek when you’d lean into me to ‘whisper’ in my ear are fine for display to the world. What mattered to me had been our private hours of passion and bliss intertwining us together. Every grace between us kept me comforted, safe, and most importantly — loved.

Robin Buckley, you mean everything to me.

You were terribly sobbing after reading through the entry, your face stuffed in your hands as you spilled your heart. You turned away from the album — afraid of ruining the most joyous of times with even a shred of disparity. You shifted away from the album, feeling the strength to sit leaving you. You curled up in the pillows of your bed, hugging the soft plush tight while you cried into it.

Your throat twisted and stopped, hiccuping as you hysterically cried and simultaneously attempted to stop it. Your nails dug into the covers, almost as if you were trying to find some piece of reality to latch onto.

You would never have those moments with her again.

No more teasing or poking fun at one another. No soft kisses and tranquil slumbers wrapped up in one another’s touch. No subtle hand-holding or sweet nothings murmured against your temple. You would be without those quiet times where her presence alone made you content. And even the loud would be gone from your life as well — no more laughing like children or being a touch mischevious.

There would be no more promises made between you two and no more mutual affirmations of love. You missed her laugh and the times that she’d smile because of you. You relished in those moments of romance at the time, and you again longed for them now.

You knew happiness with her. Without her, you suddenly felt devoid of all sensations and love. It was all still there — in album and in heart, but you accepted that you could no longer have her. And that was okay. Love’s a healing process, and not all healing is painless.

This was certainly the most unromantic of afflictions, and you were absolutely living your own tragical romance.

It seemed that every emotion you suppressed over the months of separation burst out all in an instant. The day she broke up with you was an easily memorable day, but not in the best of ways. You felt everything around you shatter into nothing, but you understood that it was for the protection of you both. Or at least you believed so.

The day you two were no longer one another’s, you cried terribly — as any sane person who had their heart broken would. However, you managed to suffocate your suffering with a plastered smile. You pretended to not be bothered whenever Robin’s hand would accidentally brush against yours in class, or when you’d catch her sending solemn looks across classrooms. Even being next to one another felt like you two were really miles apart.

It was only now that you felt the weight of the world come back down. It felt oddly good to hurt, and you were okay with hurting. It kept your human and vulnerable in a good manner.

This crying was good. It showed, not only you but to the world of your love and how strong it still had been. You cared for her beyond that of the care shown for friends or family. You hated that she could still affect you in such a way, but the heart works in ways that we have little to no control over. You stayed true to your promise. You were still in love with Robin Buckley.

She meant everything to you.

#robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine

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batgirl-87 · 5 years

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Hogwarts Mystery Gang: Signature Scents

So while making the Amortentia post for the HPHM Gang I did a lot of research with perfume/cologne notes which inspired this post which is purely just for fun ;) I may even do more, who knows?!

I had a lot of fun making this and I have to say I’m actually rather proud of it. Enjoy =)

(If you want to reblog with, or make a post about your own MC’s and/or Jacob, please do so and tag me =) Images ended up larger than intended...)

My MC - Adelyn-Keira: Black Opium - Yves Saint Laurent

“A rock ‘n’ roll interpretation of the classic that should highlight the dark, mysterious side” “Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of vanilla recline into the softness of white flowers for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction.” “A haunting kind of innocent sweet creamy dream” “Intoxicating, warm and cozy, alluring, sexy and beautiful” “Sweet. Warm. Sexy. Beautiful. Sophisticated.” “Fall in a bottle” “Dark. Sweet. Sexy. Spicy. Enticing.”

Notes: Coffee, Vanilla, Warm Spice, White Floral, Pink Pepper, Patchouli, Pear, Jasmine, Orange Blossom, Bitter Almond, Cedar, Licorice, Cashmere Wood

Rowan: Vert d’Encens - Tom Ford (unisex)

“Represents the scented interpretation coast of Corsica, sophisticated, aromatic, and wild” “Smoky incense, pine resin, and fir balsam evoke the sense of a dense forest and rugged peaks, while delectable heliotrope and woods heighten the grand atmosphere of sea and shadow.” “[This] is what promiscuous forest Nymphs would smell” “A walk through a warm forest” “Beautiful green earthy incense” “Aromatic. Distinguished. Epic. Wild.”

Notes: Woodsy, Balsamic, Aromatic, Wood Resin, Pine, Incense, Balsam Fir, Heliotrope, Fresh, Green, Smoky

Ben: Cool Cotton - Clean (unisex)

(Or Blur - Maison Martin Margiela [I thought the name of this one was also perfect =p])

“A citrus aromatic fragrance for men and women” “Clean, fresh, simple” “Like freshly laundered cotton sheets” “Clear blue skies, beaming rays of sunshine, and the soothing texture of soft cotton” “Reminiscent of Spring” “Subtle and calm, fresh and crisp”

Notes: Cotton, Citrus, Mint, Musk, Amber

Penny: Beautiful - Estée Lauder

“A romantic, light bouquet of a thousand flowers, combined with citrus on the top and warm, woodsy notes in the base.” “Intensive floral heat is sweet...the base notes are warm and elegant [creating a] creamy, vintage, rich floral chypre” “Intoxicating,classy, elegant, complex, fresh, and feminine.” “Romantic. Feminine. Memorable.”

Notes: Floral, Aromatic, English Marigold, Rose, Carnation, Tuberose, Jasmine, Mimosa, Lily, Orange-Flower, Ylang-Ylang, Lilac, Chamomile, Freesia, Sandalwood, Amber, Violet, Vanilla, Mandarin Orange, Fruity Notes, Black Currant, Bergamont, Green, Vetiver, Sage, Neroli, Cedar

Bill: L’Homme Intense - Prada for men

(TBH I almost went with Fahrenheit Absolute by Dior which is a smokier, more intense, “darker” version of Fahrenheit, with amber and myrrh, described as “leaving an impression of adventure” because I thought while Bill had this one, Charlie liked it but it was a bit too much for him so he went for the Fahrenheit version instead which is woodsier. So... alternative? Options?)

“High quality, expensive, cool, smooth, seductive, mature” “A multi-layered experience...to evoke the elusive nature of the multi-faceted Prada man” “Imagine a gentleman wearing this scent in the Fall/Winter, well dressed, having a glass of wine with an attractive woman on the couch in front of a fireplace (Fleur =p)” “Familiar and comforting” “Soft and playful but also elegant, classy, and sexy” “Sweet and spicy” “Masculine. Sexy. Alluring.”

Notes: Leather, Amber, Iris, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Myrrh

Barnaby: Boss Bottled - Hugo Boss for men

“Warm, sweet, inoffensive, subtly sexy” “Classic, manly, elegant, and cozy” “The fragrance is fresh and sharp with a woodsy base. A fresh and fruity blended with floral and spicy heart with a masculine base.” “Smooth, creamy, masculine, and seductive” “Soft, elegant, and sweet” “Woody, warm spices, masculine citrus, fresh...A calm scent, gentle, sparkling like a stream in the sunlight” “A loveable scent with a simple agenda” “Like an inviting, sensual apple pie” “Fresh. Sweet. Spicy.”

Notes: Woody, Vanilla, Warm Spice, Fruity, Apple, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Bergamont, Plum, Vetiver, Mahogany, Oakmoss, Cedar, Carnation, Geranium, Olive Tree, Musk

Andre: Touch for Men - Burberry

(or L’Homme Ultime - Yves Saint Laurent - it was almost this one but Andre and Burberry are a match made in heaven. I almost gave him two signature scents because I had such a difficult time deciding between this one and Touch for Men - or Mr. Burberry Indigo - other options/alternatives)

“Sophisticated, confident, sexy.” “A clean fragrance created by fairy dust. From a magical wish to the physical realm... Captivating and addicting.” “Versatile - can be dressed up and be formal and classy or dressed down and casual” “Beautiful, intoxicating violet leaf gives off a powdery vibe accented by clean musk and spicy pepper and cedar” “Subtle fragrance that makes you feel clean and sophisticated” “Classy and fresh” “Soft and refined, unique and classy.” “Dressy casual” “Classic representation - a gentleman” “Unique, sexy, fresh, energizing” “Fresh and elegant” “Sophisticated and comforting” “Elegant and creamy” “A gentleman’s cologne” “A versatile, wearable fragrance that is welcoming but rich in contrast”

Notes: Fresh Spicy, Ozonic, Musky, Woody, Aquatic, Aromatic - Violet Leaf, White Musk, White Pepper, Tonka Bean, Cedar, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Artemisia, Mandarin Orange

Tulip: Byzance - Rochas

“Floral, aldehydic, vintage, woodsy-spice” “Unique, strong, beautiful” “Very strong and complex with a dark mysterious vibe” “80s vibe” “Conveys the message ‘I know what I’m doing’ without being domineering or a know-it-all” “Oriental-floral and warm spice that reminds one of Turkey”

Notes: Warm Spice, Floral, Woody, White Floral, Tuberose, Aldehydes, Turkish Rose, Carnation, Spices, Ylang-Ylang, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Amber, Vanilla, Musk, Anise, Basil, Lily, Mandarin Orange, Green Notes

Tonks: Rock Angel - Oriflame

(And maybe later Roses & Chocolate - Mancera ;p)

“Fragrance for modern women inspired by rock music and youthful rebellion as well as tenderness and elegance that are symbolized by an angel. This fragrances tends to illustrate and distinguish the two sides of a woman - the temperamental and strong side and the gentle and subtle side. ‘Destroy stereotypes, redefine the boundaries, show the world your unique combination of gentleness and power’ it demands.” “Definitely one with a strong personality”

Notes: Fruity, Sweet - Bergamot, Pear, Red Apple, Peach, Praline, Grapefruit, Gardenia, Rose, Vanilla, Violet, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Musk, Cedar, Tuberose

Charlie: Fahrenheit - Dior

“A woody, floral, musk fragrance for men” “A resolutely contemporary fragrance characterized by a meeting of extremes. Fresh, elegant notes blend in perfect harmony with bolder, more virile overtones to create a scent that is warm, subtle, and distinguished.” “Represents the ‘perfect man’ - Classically masculine [while] unafraid to show a softer side. Doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as the job gets done but cleans up nicely. He’s fun, can laugh at himself, has manners and class. A true gentleman who treats his date with respect yet a sexual stunner when appropriate. Showcases his intellect without being pretentious or condescending. Knows his strengths without being arrogant.”

Notes: Leather, Fresh Spice, Aromatic, Woody, Ozonic, Honeysuckle, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Violet Leaf, Musk, Lavender, Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber, Patchouli, Hawthorn, Tonka Bean, Bergamont, Jasmine, Mandarin Orange

Jae: Intense Oud - Gucci

“Simple elegance, smooth, refined, rich” “Dark and warm” “A cleverly crafted fragrance” “Deep and richly layered character” “Simplistic Elegance. Daring. Subtle Sophistication. Warmth.” “Manly, sophisticated, comforting, irresistible... Not overpowering, bold, or loud in the face [but] smooth, smoky, warm leaning towards a “modern” masculine” “Extremely luxurious Oriental fragrance - smells like you’re a billionaire”

Notes: Balsamic, Smoky, Oud, Incense, Olibanum, Saffron, Amber, Pear, Raspberry, Bulgarian Rose, Orange Blossom, Woody notes, Patchouli, Musk, Leather

Badeea: Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

“Elegance personified” “Vintage and modern at the same time” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Portrait of a Lady is more like portrait of perfection. It smells like fantasy stories, mysterious and deep.”

Notes: Warm Spice, Balsamic, Rose, Patchouli, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood, Raspberry, Black Currant, Cinnamon, Amber, Musk, Saffron, Benzoin

Liz: Philosykos - Diptyque

“Fresh. Green. Juicy.” “Humid. Juicy. Watery. The dampness makes it feel alive, like it just rained and now it’s sunny.” “ Like you’re walking through fig trees in mid-August.” “Scent of a snapped twig of a plant full of sap” “A green scent with a hint of warmth.” “Imagine cold Indian summer morning, sun slowly rising, a woman is drinking her hot tea with coconut milk watching the sunrise through an opened window, while a cold breeze brings in the smell of freshly cut moist grass.” “Natural smelling” “The memory of a Greek summer at Mount Pelion. To get to the sea, there was a natural grove of wild fig trees to cross through. The sun at its zenith heated the earth, the dry wind carried the scent of the trees and their fruit. Philosykos is an ode to the entire fig tree: the green freshness of the leaves, the density of the white wood, the milky flavour of the figs.” “Creamy. Green. Woody. Earthy.”

Notes: Green, Woody, Fresh - Fig Leaf, Fig, Green Notes, Fig Tree Sap, White Cedarwood, Woody Notes, Musk, Coconut Milk

Diego: 1 Million Intense - Paco Rabanne

(there are so many Paco Rabanne fragrances that would work for Diego - think we found his brand =p)

“This high-impact fragrance creates a multifaceted signature of masculinity. Freshness, striking and assertive, refined yet virile, elegant, and one of a kind.” “Very sweet, intoxicating, warm and spicy - definitely attention grabbing.” “A nice, strong, and deep sweet masculine scent” “Strong and intoxicating but playful.” “Darker, spicier, and smoother...less loud, more interesting” “Modern, irreverent, provocative, and charming.” “Intoxicating sweetness, spicy musk, seductive, and rich.” “Warms the senses” “Fresh. Spicy. Vibrant.”

Notes: Warm Spicy, Cinnamon, Rose, Blood Mandarin, Cardamom, Saffron, Black Pepper, Sandalwood, Neroli, Patchouli, Leather, Iris, Orris Root

Talbott: Rocabar - Hermès

“A unique smelling scent which captures the feeling of the great outdoors perfectly. Pine woody notes combined with citrus and vanilla notes gives this scent a freshness and lightness but there remained a beautifully earthy feel to the scent.” “Opening briefly with sharpness, dries down to be warm, cozy with a touch of cool majestic” “Strong silent type with wisdom in his eyes” “Manly but soft around the edges” “A mixture of chypre with a dry resinous and spicy oriental feeling, something able to transmit a rough and at the same time velvety” “He is down to earth and rough, but kind hearted and refined.” “Whispering gentleness and intelligent manner.” “The man who knows but remains silent.” “Reflects a man who is calm, assured, and kind.” “It seems to breathe in the fresh air of a pristine forest” “Elegant. Reserved. Alluring.”

Notes: Woody, Aromatic, Fresh Spicy, Warm Spicy, Balsamic - Juniper, Coriander, Bergamont, Lemon, Cedar, Canadian Balsam, Benzoin, Vetiver, Italian Cypress, Cardamom, Vanilla, Violet, Carnation, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Fir

Chiara: Balenciaga L’Essence - Balenciaga

“Possesses an ethereal quality” “Opens with an ozonic feeling in the air on a summer day when it’s about to storm. It has a perfectly gentle, vague woody base that is warm but not heavy, nothing sharp or intense... just grassiness in a lush garden.” “Green, wet, lush, and juicy while soft and powdery.” “A natural, fresh, forest scent” “Lovely creamy green scent” “A dark mysterious forest after it’s rained, out of a fairytale” “Calm and confident but not boastful, kind, a little playful, and friendly.” “Light and airy and soft...like a whisper in paradise, a dream that lasts only for a second. Makes people curious with its enchanting quality” “Charming and loveable scent” “A really beautiful forest floor scent - shaded trees, cool air, violets everywhere, and unicorns!” “It’s like inhaling all the greens of a deep wood with a very shy sun gently caressing the trees, yet heavy grey clouds are still present and the moss and grass are still humid after a short and light rainfall; flower beds of wild violets - you are alone and introspective” “Lovely, quite melancholic, energetic yet meditative, subtly sweet”

Notes: Green, Woody, Aromatic, Ozonic, Powdery - Green Notes, Violet Leaf, Violet, Vetiver, Cedar, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Merula: Midnight Poison - Christian Dior

“A bewitching scent” “Empowering” “Thick sweet woods dripping in amber and spicy dark rose” “A dark potion of almost black roses and earthy bitter patchouli. Spicy, sexy, intriguing. No softness, no sweetness. Unapologetic and fierce darkness.” “Brooding patchouli and sinister spice...Dark, spicy, and woody.” “Maleficent” “Seductive and intense. Makes one feel confident” “Opens sharp and overpowering but dries down, mellows out, to creamy and sweet.” “Feminine with a gothic edge” “Gothic dark beauty” “Mysterious and seductive yet there is a strange innocent quality” “Smoky and sultry with subtle sweetness and softness” “Strong and dynamic - demands attention” “A magic elixir dark witches brew to entice and enchant” (need to get my hands on some of this! My MC would also rock this - she’s going to “borrow” some from Merula =p)

Notes: Patchouli, Rose, Amber, Citrus - Bergamot, Mandarin Orange, Warm Spice - Vanilla

Ismelda: O - Blood Concept

“Unique and enigmatic.” “Weird, sharp, and unique.” “Cruel leather with metallic notes... a predominant kick in the nuts” “Up close has a softer presence, more pleasant and actually comforting” “Smokey, strange, bitter” “A bizarre combination that is pleasant despite its strange quality. Powerful, direct, and confident. The composition is modern, minimalistic, edgy, empowering, and unisex. Aromatic and spicy...strong...projecting power and confidence.” “And interesting fragrance that can come off as cold” “I could see Lestat wearing this” “Smoky, intense, earthy, and definitely bizarre” *Others have said this scent has made them physically sick (well with Ismelda’s unwashed hair...maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s this!)

Notes: Leather, Metallic, Sweet - Raspberry, Smoky, Woody - Birth Tar, Virginia Cedar, Caraway, Rose, Cyperus Esculentus

Jacob: Olympic Rainforest - Olympic Orchids Artisan

(and Narciso Rodriguez for Him - Narciso Rodriguez - probably wears this darker fragrance more after the Vaults and Cult experiences, but the Olympic Rainforest reminds him of living in Canada, being in the great outdoors, and provides him a sense of peace and comfort)

“Explore the mysterious, lush, mist-shrouded rainforest of the Pacific Northwest where everything is constantly green, every surface dripping with water and covered with life in the cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth.” “Like hiking through a recently burned forest to the untouched forest beyond.” “A touch of sweetness underneath the woody, rustic smell.” “Opens very dark but soon dries down to some sweetness and warmth.” “The forest is alive and dynamic.” “Something soothing yet daring - takes great risks” “Phenomenal, sublime, majestic, embracing.” “The change from the cool, wet pine through the floral heart and warm honeyed wood is like the passing of a summer’s day in the forest.” “Bitter, dark and cool to warm, soothing, slightly sweet.“ “Spicy, resinous, mossy, fresh, rich, natural” “Lovely, therapeutic, calming yet playful.” “Has a pensive, calming, almost therapeutic quality” “Like hiking through the forest after it rains”

Notes: Woody, Balsamic, Earthy, Aromatic, Woody Spice - Canadian Balsam, Port Orford Cedar, Oakmoss, Sword Fern, Myrrh, Boletus Edulis (Forest Mushrooms), Black Spruce, Beeswax, Wildflowers, Rhododendron

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