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aweina · 6 months

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౨ৎ. KIMSET LUST ( 17﹢) ; mike schmidt

tags fem reader. mike’s pov. established relationship. mentions of blood. male masturbation. cunnilingus. mike being put into silly sexual situations + 1.8k words.

unintentionally perverted mike who cannot seem to catch a break from weirdly calculated sexual situations, but ends up going along with it — was it god’s plan? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that it began to unravel when you recently moved into his humble home, though it all seems like some erotic coincidence.

mike hated laundry duties. he’s always done them himself, sluggishly tossing a mixture of dirty clothes while abby plays with the cheap detergent and the sweetening softener. half that time he’s at the verge of toppling over the washer because a good night’s sleep seemed to be his enemy. now with you around, he found himself peacefully lounging on the couch cushions beside you — admiring your delicate hands folding each garment with precision and neatness he couldn’t emulate.

night shifts were less stressful. mike would find his security vest freshly ironed and laid perfectly over his bed. his nightly meal was already packed in his work bag, containers of his favorite food tucked in a orderly stack. you would be at the front door, peppering kisses all over his face while saying your hushed goodbyes — giving him a natural energy booster. despite working gruesome hours and the paranormal nature of the abandoned children’s pizzeria making him rethink all his life choices, mike was thankful you’ve put so much effort into taking care of him.

the office was eerie, darkened and covered in disheveled merchandise. the white noise from the bulky monitors began to irritate him. he could never seem to stay awake, despite the wavering feeling of death — other pairs of eyes stalking his movements, although mike convinced himself it was just all in his head. but restlessness weighed heavier than the feeling of danger, so he decided to steal in a few hours of sleep. tucking his hand in his pocket, the cassette tape he brought felt weird, like thin fabric? mike tugs out the foreign object in curiosity and immediately sputters in embarrassment.

it was your underwear. wrinkled from being confide by his jean pocket — seemingly lost when it was tussled in the dryer. mike was no stranger to seeing you in underwear, but he’s never held them before. damn, it was cute. made with white lace and silk fabric, a pretty little bow hemmed on the waistband. his first instinct would be to put it aside and give it to you probably in the next five hours. but then there were lingering thoughts, not-so-innocent ones.

mike halfheartedly folds the intimate garment until he stares at it for more than a few seconds — so pretty, just like you. he’s imagining you wearing it, how it wraps around your plush waist, how it looks when you bend down. ever so slowly, mike brings it to his face. the silky material felt gentle on his skin, perfumed with floral detergent that you picked out. he pressed it harder on his face, desperately taking in any remnants of your natural scent — even when he knew that wouldn’t be the case. but mike still blindly smelt you, like how would when you’re spread apart in front of him — those quiet nights. his face was completely submerged in the fabric, every audible sniff made him feel a little shameful, but he couldn’t help himself. your heady scent kept him awake that shift.

it was morning, the night shift only hours past him. mike huffs a curse when he guiltily pinches at the hem of your underwear — tainted with his own seed. his face grows hot at his unusual pastime. did he really jerk off with your underwear? in the middle of his job? mike knew he was pathetic, but he didn’t know he could even stoop that low. what’s done is done, he thinks. nervously fiddling with the lock, the sudden sound of a whirling car engine made the keys in his sweaty grasp collapse to the ground. it was a cop car and that really only meant one person.

the tinted windows slid down, a peek of blonde hair made him stumble just a bit.

“hey mike, the shift okay?” vanessa asked with a small smile — blue eyes watching him carefully.

with your underwear still in his grasp, mike suspiciously tucks it in his pocket as he feigns a cough — hoping that could draw away attention from it. he shrugs with attempted composure, keeping his slightly sticky hands deep in his pockets.

“yeah, didn’t sleep this time.” mike was honest, but not too honest.

vanessa squints her eyes, the nervous tone in his voice setting off alarms. it didn’t help that she saw some weird object in his hand, how much more messy his curls were, a weirdly placed lace print marking his flushed face, or the white stains that blotched against his unzipped jeans. actually, she knows exactly what’s going on, but she’ll spare herself from having such an awkward exchange.

at least he hasn’t figured it out yet.

“that’s good, make it back home safe.” vanessa disregards the relieved exhale from mike, quietly amused at the fact that he really thought he was even subtle in his nightly activity.

“thanks, i will.” mike waves as he watches the car drive away, zipping up the fly of jeans with one hand.

that was two days ago. he’s never really told you what happened out of guilt. your soiled underwear was immediately washed twice and dried when he got back home, right before you could even greet him from the kitchen — wafting with the hungering scent of buttery pancakes and sizzling bacon. he even tried to fold it the same way you did to draw away your keen eyes.

it was funny enough that the next day, a blurry photo of your nude body was planted in the folds of his leather wallet. he was lucky to fish it out at a secluded gas station rather than a grocery store. mike stared at the photo for a while, completely enamored by your misted curves and the hazy, lustrous gaze at the camera. of course he saved the photo, tucking it back in his wallet as he patted down the hardened tent on his pants.

then his night shift came along. though, it was much worse. the time looping nightmare kept him shaken, pints of sweat falling from his brow bone. it felt like he was mindlessly holding his breath, choking himself in his own sleep. the jagged cut on his arm bled, stinging with every shallow movement — a deep slash that managed to cut through the thick fabric of his jacket. mike has no idea how he got it, but he didn’t care enough to figure it out, at least for now. it was bandaged rather poorly, done with a trembling hand and limited knowledge of medical attention. all his muddled brain could process right now was the directions back to his home and the desperate feeling to be splayed on his warm bed.

he was an hour late when he got back home, nearly collapsing into a permanent sleep once he sat on the driver’s seat. it was a miracle that he made it back home — with the road being a complete blur and the traffic lights floating behind his eyelids. abby was at school around this time and you were … where were you? despite his worry over your absence, mike promptly darted towards his room — hoping that he could soothe the sores penetrated deep into his muscles, to keep his mind away from the smell of rot that haunted him in his familiar dream.

flinging open the door, mike senselessly tosses his work bag towards the side — bumping into the legs of his littered nightstand with a loud bang. he falls face first on his bed, a comforting warmth instantly washing over his aching body. it felt so soft, much more different than sitting on a hard, freezing chair for hours on end.

“mike?” your soft voice ringed in his ears, you were here.

“hey baby, i’m sorry. i’m tired … really tired.” mike apologetically mumbles, knowing his absence must’ve been unusual — maybe the crash from his bag startled you so early in the morning.

“m – mike.” your voice was much more pitched, you probably didn’t hear him.

the second his mouth fell open, a soft whimper escaped your lips — the magazine you were once browsing through was thrown to the side as your grip on the sheets were tight. mike blinked in confusion, but then he suddenly smelled it. your dripping arousal, his nose buried so deep into the source. from the moment he laid on the bed, he must’ve accidentally fallen his face between your legs without even realizing. was he that tired? why does this keep on happening? the underwear situation only happened a couple of days ago, the nude photo, and now this? he couldn’t tell if he was lucky or not.

the energy that was initially sucked out of his body rushed back into his veins. your body always kept him awake, even in his most restless days. lifting his head slightly, he peeks at the sight of your adorable pout and your watery gaze that could draw him away from the endless nightmares. it was still so early, everything under the sky was filtered blue, the sun was nestled beneath the morning shadows, the biting cold fighting against the whirling heater. but then again, these opportunities kept on falling on his lap, fantasies that mike never realized he had. it all centered around you, like the universe neatly wrapped you in silky ribbons and made you appear in his grayish moments — all the sexual repression he put himself through this week was somehow rewarded.

maybe he could indulge in this gift, thanking whoever is scattering your intimate belongings in his presence and letting him nuzzle between your legs without even having to open his eyes.

with this new epiphany, mike mouthed over your clothed mound, lapping his tongue on the thin fabric with much enthusiasm. he remembered the texture fairly well, how the silk tingled his skin, the press of cotton threads forming floral designs on his cheeks — it was the same underwear he used to masturbate. but now he was blessed with the source of your slickness, not washed away from artificial scents. his jaw moved in fervor, licking and suckling at the dampening fabric. each desperate groan that fell from his lips vibrated into your core — a rush of heat creating goosebumps all over your skin. your moans sounded so pretty, like a sweet tune. the call of his name echoed the empty halls when he finally pushed aside the soiled fabric and latched his mouth eagerly onto your soaked pussy.

something new seemed to happen everyday, all these freakish manifestations of his perverted fantasies.

mike couldn’t wait for what’s next to come.

#.୨୧ ina writes #.purple mark #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #fnaf movie x reader #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt

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deusvervewrites · 11 months

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Kimset x Hive Mind: The USJ becomes an extremely sensitive topic to the whole class, since all the people talking about how lucky they are to have survived it are completely unaware that they did not, in fact, survive it.

#asks #kismet au #hive mind au

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4aceclover · 2 months

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Does Branch live his brothers or does he live in his bunker in your au? Or maybe they all live in the bunker?

I've been thinking about this question for a while so it's about time I answered

I've been wanting to draw this idea for a good long time. Branch does indeed have a bunker but it's actually two bunkers: one for his brothers and him and the other is for his other band Kimset, they didn't know that Brozone had already made a bunker because they only saw them in a treehouse a home that they made separate from the PODS of Pop village

#4ace answers #trolls hypnosis #brozone #kismet trolls #trolls branch #trolls au #fanfiction material

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maelkevejen · 1 year

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Et stort familierod

Der sker så mange ting i min familie for tiden. Eller... nogle ting. Og så er der andre ting, der bare gradvist bliver mere og mere kaotiske, og jeg har nogle gange lidt berøringsangst med sådan noget, og der er nogle ting, jeg ikke ved, hvordan jeg skal håndtere, fordi jeg er den yngste, og det ved jeg ikke rigtigt hvorvidt spiller nogen rolle, men jeg har det bare sådan, at hvordan støtter jeg bedst mine søskende, når jeg altid bare er, I ved, lillesøster. Ikke at de nogensinde har kimset af mig eller noget, det er måske mere en ting, jeg fortæller mig selv. Jeg kan bare føle mig så kæmpe akavet.

Jeg ved overhovedet ikke, hvordan jeg skal håndtere min ældste søskendes tab. Sorgen kommer nogle gange til udtryk som vrede og afstand, og det ved jeg slet ikke, hvordan jeg skal... altså... jeg er for lille til at huske, hvordan det var før i tiden, hvor jeg nok blev skånet for det, fordi jeg alligevel ikke forstod det. Men nu gør jeg, for jeg er ikke et lille barn længere, men jeg er på en måde helt oblivious til de dynamikker, der er i spil, og jeg føler mig slet ikke gearet til det. Jeg prøver at række ud, men jeg burde nok række mere ud. Men hvordan gør man det? Jeg er bange for, at det bliver akavet og mærkeligt. Jeg... har heller ikke turde skrive til mine søskende, at Flora er død, af frygt for at det ville opfattes som håneligt. Et kæledyr er jo ingenting i forhold til...

Andre søskende oplever også problemer. Men de er konfliktsky og private og fortæller ikke rigtigt åbent om det. Det bliver også til afstand. Jeg ved, de altid har min ryg, men hvordan viser jeg, at jeg også vil have deres ryg?

Ingen af os kan overskue det jyske kaos, tror jeg. Alle oplever at få suget som minimum 70% af hvad end energi ud, de måtte have til rådighed på det pågældende tidspunkt, idet man træder indenfor døren. Jeg er simpelthen holdt op med at tage til fødselsdage. Det knuser mit hjerte, for jeg vil SÅ gerne være den seje moster og faster, men jeg kan simpelthen i minus overskue det, jeg har behov for en hel restitueringsdag bagefter på grund af rodet og kaoset og larmen og det normale konstante behov for opmærksomhed fra små børn. Jeg har heller ikke sendt gaver det sidste års tid, fordi jeg simpelthen ikke kan retfærdiggøre at proppe flere ting ind i det hjem. Jeg tror alle har det som om, det er et kæmpe spil klodsmajor. Når vi er på besøg, taler vi ofte om at sætte en weekend af til at komme og fikse ting, der ellers ikke bliver fikset. Men det bliver aldrig til noget. Jeg har så meget dårlig samvittighed.

Og jeg er ikke den eneste, der føler mig ude af trit. Jeg har også søskende, der ikke tager teten, fordi ingen tilsyneladende griber den. Det knuser mit hjerte at tænke på, at begivenheder og nyheder bliver tilbageholdt, fordi indehaveren tænker, at ingen af os andre alligevel tager os af det. Hvornår er det blevet sådan? Jeg vil vildt gerne høre om det hele. Jeg ville ønske, vi som enhed var mere... en enhed. Og at ingen følte sig udenfor på grund af madvaner eller livsstile. Jeg elsker alle mine søskende mega højt. Men for tiden føles alle fjerne, og angsten kryber nærmere i takt med at jeg selv bliver mere og mere voksen og selvstændig og får et medansvar, jeg aldrig rigtigt har taget mig af, at jeg har, fordi jeg simpelthen bare ikke har gjort det før og ikke har haft behovet for det, fordi jeg er den mindste.

Men tænk hvis jeg har taget alting for givet. Tænk hvis vi glider længere fra hinanden. Tænk hvis vi ikke har et fælles holdepunkt. Jeg er dårlig til at ringe til dem på fødselsdage, men bliver faktisk selv rigtig ked af det, hvis de ikke ringer til mig. Når vores mor ikke længere er her en dag, er der så ikke nogen, jeg bare kan regne med ringer? Jeg ved, det er ekstremt egoistisk, men måske er det i virkeligheden et symbol for noget dybereliggende. Jeg har været vant til, at der altid var nogen, der tog sig af mig. Jeg ved ikke, hvordan jeg skal tage mig af dem. Hvad skal jeg så gøre?

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hayaomiyazaki · 6 years

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KIMSET (1944) dir. William Dieterle

#kimset #dieterle #marlene dietrich #mine:caps #op

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Oh so you want a gamer/japanese GF? Think again

I was stationed in Japan while serving in the U.S. Marines. I was loving and enjoying it and really absorbing the culture. I was single at the time, so one of my friends suggested I used Skout as it was a popular social media app at the time over there.

Within a few days I met a Japanese girl and we began talking. Eventually she agreed to meet and everything was good. We were together for 3 years, but on a long distance relationship. I lived in Okinawa, she lived in Osaka (pretty far, and have to take an airplane to travel). We talked all the time, played Final Fantasy 14 (she was a huge gamer which I really liked) and atleast once or twice a month we would visit, either I flew there or she flew to me.

We eventually got married as I was getting out of the military, and I had a few months before she was going to move in so I rented out an apartment bought some stuff, etc. She moved in and for about the first 2 weeks is was good. And then it was bad...

I worked 2 jobs (retail store and a night club), so she didn't have to work. She bought a car though and began working. She worked for a total of 2 weeks before quitting because work was too stressful. She even took it as far to ask me for money to fly to Osaka to visit her parents because being out without them was too stressful. Often times I would return home from my 18 hour work day at around 6AM to grab a few hours of sleep before starting all over again. She began to get really agitated that I would come home so early and wake her up, so she asked me to sleep in our spare room. (Total cuck right?) Day after day she would just sit around the house and complain while I was there that I needed to buy her stuff while the house was trashed and she only played video games and spoke with friends on the phone. She had money, a car yet refused to go do anything on her own.

Due to the pinch on money, I rarely ate, maybe once a day, never went out, never seen friends as I was so concerned with the money situation. Eventually after a year of doing this I couldn't take it anymore, I walked up to her and asked if she loved me, she said I don't know. So I told her I wanted a divorce, as this is not going to work out and the only words she could muster up was 'Can you pay off the rest of my car?'. I was dumbfounded. Later that night a friend of hers contacted me asking me if there was something going on with our relationship and I told her to talk to my wife as they were always on the phone. Thats when shit got real, as her friend stated she had no idea what I was talking about and she hasn't spoken to her in months.

So I spill every detail out to her and she informs me on why her and my wife don't talk anymore, because my wife had a boyfriend in her hometown of Osaka while we were dating and thought she had left him. Apparently she had not. Her friends had spoken and they told me that she had been cheating on me this entire time, and told me the little trip she took to see her family, was indeed just to see her boyfriend.

Immediately I packed all my belongings, signed the divorce papers, took pictures of the house and paper then started to leave where she began to ask "where are you going? when are you coming back? Can you bring me sukiya?" (Sukiya is a type of rice bowl fastfood in Japan). I moved out immediately and was staying in my car (enough room, its a Funcargo, its like a Japanese box car - pretty spaceful!). Couple of weeks went by and I had moved into one of my friends apartments. She messaged me saying she is returning to Osaka to be with her family and she needed help moving. I told her fuck no, she can do it herself. She sold her car, packed her stuff and shipped it (the post office was ACROSS the street yet she was asking for help to take it there???). Finally it came down to the apartment where she asked me to pay for it, and a lightbulb went into my head - I said "sure I will pay for it don't worry about it!". Finally she asked me to take her to the airport on my day off, where I told her I am not a taxi service, but I will take her there for 5000 yen (roughly $50). She was all butt hurt and tried to play the 'Well we are still married!' card, but I wasn't budging.

Finally I took her to the airport, she paid me then tried to tell me good bye, I reached acrossed the car closed the door and in silence pulled away. Now here comes the good shit! The housing company was calling her regarding the final payment on the house ($1200 for 2 months behind, $800 for early cancelation, $400 for 2 months behind utilities, than there was like another $200 in additional fees plus another $300 in apartment damages (I was bringing in the washing machine and punched a nasty hole in the wall, scrapping from carrying the sofa in on my own, etc.) and she was asking when I could pay it all as they needed it before the end of the month. I just laughed and told her I am not paying a single cent as I was not on any of the paperwork. She hung up immediately. (When we rented the home, she signed for it and instead of putting me as a cosigner, she put her father). I was 100% scott-free from any of this.

Eventually her father e-mailed me and told me he was going to get lawyer to sue me for abandoning his poor daughter and refusing to pay the fees. Thats when I checkmated her ass, as I was unaware that her father didn't know why we split up. I told him about his daughter being a slop, cranky bitch who was taking my money and cheating on me. If he really wanted to lawyer up that was on him, as I really liked the guy, and informed him I was not on any of the lease agreements, sent him all the images I took of the house and screenshots from her friends, and informed him of his wife cheating on me gave me grounds to SUE her (Adultry is REALLY illegal in Japan and lawsuits are very common for it). After seeing it he had no idea what we were splitting for and apologized for everything, THEN OFFERED TO BUY ME A BEER ANYTIME I VISIT OSAKA.

She ended up getting fucked out of a bunch of money, her parents hate her (shes an only child and the whole 'dishonored family' thing is a real thing in Japan), and I got away completely free of it.

One month later I got a manager position, quit my other job and began using my GI bill school money, was making 3x what I was earning previously and was feeling pretty good. To this day I always look back and laugh at that situation. Be careful with those gamer girls gents, and don't assume just because a woman is Japanese that she won't be a piece of shit.

(source) story by (/u/kimset)

#prorevenge #by /u/kimset #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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sluttyten · 4 years

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This is gonna sound so dumb but idk where to ask this but does anyone know of a taeyong au fic where there’s a language barrier and the girls best friend is marrying yuta and taeyong is the best man?? It’s like super long and super good but I can’t remember what it’s called or anything and it’s driving me crazy 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

Yeah, Kimset by rubyyong which isn’t on tumblr anymore unfortunately, but you can still read it on ao3 here

#asks #i totally forgot that some of her stuff was still up on ao3 so i almost told you it doesnt exist anymore #thank god when i was halfway through typing that out i remembered #because kismet is definitely one of my top favorite fics its so good

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amalgamatedclothing · 6 years

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The perfect fall and winter #1950s raspberry soft wool Kim set. She’s in perfect condition and has the most darling collar embellished with rhinestones and pearls and trimmed in angora. The set is in perfect condition and appears unworn. Swipe through all of the pics! Remember this soft wool stretches! Measurements are: bust 34-42” waist 26”-34” length of skirt 28” DM to purchase/inquire. #1950s #kimset #vintageclothing #truevintage #authenticvintage

#kimset #vintageclothing #truevintage #authenticvintage #1950s

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beautyscenario · 7 years

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Una fragranza ispirata alla donna che tutti credevano una principessa indiana, mentre in realtà era una spia ottomana: Kismet di Lubin

La prima volta che Monsieur Paul Prot, proprietario della Maison Lubin, vide la bottiglia di profumo a forma di elefante sulla sua scrivania disse che era una follia. La bottiglia in questione era destinata a contenere la fragranza per quella che all’epoca tutti consideravano un principessa indiana il cui nome era Kismet, una donna bellissima, poliglotta, enigmatica e misteriosa, che negli anni ’20 animava i salotti francesi. All’epoca Parigi era il centro del mondo in cui convergevano artisti di fama, intellettuali e il bel mondo. Per realizzare il flacone di profumo da Maison Lubin avevano consultato gli scritti di un famoso poeta indiano, Valmiki, che rendendo omaggio alla Donna, paragonava gli occhi al più nobile degli animali: l’elefante. L’dea piacque molto a Kismet e la scia del profumo l’accompagnò fino alla sua scomparsa, perché Kismet a un certo punto si eclissò per non riapparire mai più svelando la sua vera identità al mondo; quella di spia ottomana.

Dopo quasi un secolo il profumo torna ad essere rieditato, fedele allo spirito originale, ed é tutto merito del famoso flacone in cristallo Baccarat disegnato da Georges Chevalier nel 1921. Per caso il nuovo proprietario della Maison Lubin si é imbattuto in un antiquario che aveva la preziosa bottiglia, un pezzo da collezionisti, e l’ha acquistato. Poi la ricerca negli archivi della formula della fragranza e la difficoltà di ricreare la composizione. Kismet di Lubin é un profumo seducente e inebriante, che esordisce con le note fresche e vivaci di bergamotto, limone e petit grain per poi aprirsi in un cuore vellutato di rosa centifolia e bulgara e tocchi cremosi di patchouli. Il profumo si chiude con le note dolci della vaniglia, cisto labdano e oponax. Le fragranze di Lubin sono distribuite in Italia da Beautysan.

Una fragranza ispirata alla donna che tutti credevano una principessa indiana, mentre in realtà era una spia ottomana: Kismet di Lubin Una fragranza ispirata alla donna che tutti credevano una principessa indiana, mentre in realtà era una spia ottomana: Kismet di Lubin

#floreale-fiorito #fragranze #fragranze artistiche #Kimset #Lubin #niche perfume #patchouli #profumi di nicchia #profumi femminili #rosa #rosa bulgara #rosa centifolia #vaniglia

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newnoiseentertainment · 5 years

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WHO: Staghorn (Urbana, IL) WHAT: Wormwood III (EP and live show)

Post-rock (punk AF) band Staghorn is my new obsession. I caught them for the first time in October at the very first Post. Fest in Indianapolis. Leading up to that weekend there were a handful of bands that I either didn’t know that well or had never heard at all. Staghorn was one of them. I checked them out on bandcamp a couple days before and skimmed through enough to know that I was into it, but didn’t go too deep because I wanted to go into the show with no expectations or preconceived opinions. By the time the dust settled and the fest was over they were by far one of my favorite performances of the weekend. And to top it off they were some of the nicest humans I’ve ever met. I had a chance to chat with Jared and Lex about, among other things, the concept of the band (more on that in a minute), and their persistent touring. They were just coming off of a European tour and starting out on another 6 week trek across the states with UK band yndi halda. Three and a half weeks, a broken down van, and a new drummer later they arrived in the Pacific Northwest, and I got the chance to see them again here in Portland, and I was able to get their full set, a complete play through of their newest ep Wormwood III, on camera.

To dive into Wormwood you have to take a look at their previous release Parousia I - Kismet II first. This whole project is build around a sprawling post-apocalyptic story and Wormwood is the third chapter of what their first two EPs started. It revolves around an event called “The Expiration Date”. A cataclysm that wiped out a majority of human life on Earth and left the survivors to deal with a natural world that is now highly evolved and hellbent on revenge against the human race for the years the spent ravaging the planet. From there a small band of nomads use a device to travel back in time to warn the rest of us about our impending doom and societal collapse. These two EPs have been collected together on one record in a beautiful hand made, screen printed package. The second pressing of said record is almost sold out so jump on it while you can.

Wormwood III picks up exactly where Kimset II leaves us; with our time traveling heroes landing in our present. The disoriented trio wanders through cities in search of water, shelter, and other basic human needs, baffled by their firsthand look at the culture that would eventually lead to the struggle that began in the first album.

Post-rock is changing. Bands are starting to realize that there is a need to evolve past 37 minute swells that lead into 12 second crescendos. If you follow the genre you’ve probably heard people jokingly throw around terms like crescendo-core, or my personal favorite, bore-core. Staghorn is one of those bands that is moving past this. Sure those elements are there, because duh, post-rock, but it’s so much more than that. It’s refreshing seeing a post-rock band perform as a 3-piece and still sound huge. Jared’s guitar work is heavy, and aggressive and everything that I want from a band like this, and Lex’s harmonium keeps everything alive and constantly moving forward through their whole set. And their new drummer, Bryson, really took me by surprise. When this video was taken it was only his first of a handful of shows, and it was so tight you would think he had been playing with the band for years.

I love this band. I love this band. I freaking love this band, and I can’t wait to see what’s next for them.

Listen / download / buy all of their music and other merch right HERE.

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magini0 · 5 months

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Kimset - (III) Teaser

A little somethin for y'all while I wrap up the next chapter

“You were like the sun.”

“You were my sun.”

“And—“

“—and when you left.”

“You took the sunlight with you.”

“I—I spent years in that darkness, not able to see where I’m going, where I’m heading; it was all just empty.”

“So when I finally—finally managed to light a candle, you show up.”

“And I don’t care, I don’t care that your presence promises me sunlight.”

“Because when you took it the first time, you also took my sense of security within you.”

“When you left, you made it look easy—“

“—like, like it was easy to leave me.”

Ao3 Link => Here

Can we guess who Jks talking too? ;)

#bts fanfic #bts #ot7 series #Kimset

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aweina · 6 months

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i. the purple mark &. mike schmidt — cont. + read my mike brainrots ♡

chocolate lipstick : mike is your mean coworker. — oneshot + suggestive

manspread : a bad habit cured. — oneshot + smut

kimset lust : a ( sexual ) serendipity. — oneshot + smut

under his hoodie : jealous , jealous girl. — oneshot + suggestive

good luck charm : is there such thing as a friendly kiss ? — drabble + fluff

winter heart : walk into his warm embrace. — drabble + fluff

school boy crush : mike’s sister’s friend’s older sister. — drabble + fluff

build-a-bear : chocolat series. — drabble + fluff

your name : mike’s morning workout. — drabble + suggestive

wrong package : he’s at your front door. — drabble + suggestive

8 o’ clock : chocolat series. — drabble + suggestive

seven minutes in heaven : time is limited. — drabble + smut

#.nav #.purple mark

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wnderkoo · 2 years

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Hi darling ❤️ I hope you're having a good day. Can you add me to the tag list for "kimset" please!? ♥️♥️

hi there! of course :D hope you're having a great day too lovely <3

#cafe talk

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4aceclover · 2 months

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What is Branch's relationship with is old band Kismet and how do Kismet and Branch's brothers feel about each other? Also, do Branch's brothers treat him like Rapunzel from Tangled when they keep him locked up?

This is a tricky one I like that

The important Dynamics between branch and the bands he's a part of

Branch

Kismet: childhood friends that he admires dearly they're the reason why he's able to sneak out of the house he and his brothers live in when his brothers are looking

Brozone: family that he adores especially after the events of the great destruction of their old home but as time goes on he begins to question their motives of why they really want to protect him

Brozone: vs Kismet

Kismet: they don't like how Brozone is constantly sheltering Branch, they know that Brozone doesn't like them, but will tolerate them because they're friends with branch, and will sometimes even get hired by brozone to babysit him since they don't know that they are the ones who help him sneak out of the house. Has a small rivalry with the brothers from here to there sometimes and are perfectly fine with poking fun at the brothers and they're insecurities as well

Brozone: don't like the fact that Outsiders of their family (Kimset) just so happened to have gotten so close to Branch, their trust issues stem from how they each took the death of their grandmother and even though they tolerate the boys they know for a fact that there's something… off about them, it also doesn't help that they have no idea what Kismet powers are which makes them even more concerned for their baby brother than ever. Sometimes they get extremely uncomfortable around them because of the rivalry that happens in between them

One thing that both groups agree on is that Branch should definitely stay innocent, and that he should learn about the different types of powers of this world.

The difference is how both groups go about it, Brozone wants to keep Branch sheltered and locked up inside somewhat like Rapunzel, while Kimset wants to let Branch go outside with them and travel to specific places that will allow them to keep their eyes on him (basically over controlling helicopter siblings)…

(that's the complete opposite of how Poppy thinks things should be handled with Branch however)

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