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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Mark Em’ Up

Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW, Minors GTFO

A/N: Listen, inspiration struck. Eddie’s got a good neck, we all wanna bite it, just admit it.

He’s just sitting there, stretched out on his couch like a gangly cat. Head resting on his fist, elbow propped on the arm of the couch and you standing still at the edge of the carpet. Between getting up to grab a drink and turning around the sun has shifted, the earth has turned, and Eddie has tilted his head a fraction more to the side and that pale expanse is a siren song.

You’ve kissed him there before, so many times in fact. Had a nibble or two sure, but this angle on this afternoon with this lighting and whatever you two were doing before is coalescing into a fervor. Never before have you felt the need to sink your teeth into him like the sweetest treat you’ve ever seen. Oh you know he’d love it too, would probably yelp and squeal a little while you grazed your teeth along that tendon. Ran your tongue up the rest of the way to his ear to give that a bite too. Really you want to set your lips from his collar to the nape of his neck, marking him up an down like a map of the Andes. Red and purple ridges like lay lines of your obsession with him.

Maybe it’s your heavy breathing or the fact that you’ve been hovering like a horny poltergeist for a second too long but Eddie turns to look at you.

“You okay?” He asks, frown forming on his face. The turn of his head creases that pillar of throat you’ve been eyeing and you huff. Setting your can down on the counter to free your hands up so you can snatch his collar when you get to the couch. Determination set in your features while Eddie tries to scramble away from you. “What the fu-uuck.” He strangles out when you snatch him, climbing over his bent knees to straddle his hip. He’s still sideways under you but that’s where you intend to keep him so you can get at his stupid neck taunting you. “If you wanted to fool around you just gotta say sooo-“ He pulls the syllables out when you descend, lips eager to suck at his skin, teeth aching to sink in softly and mark. Normally it’s him leaving you with little love bites. Some hidden, others left on the edge of your jaw or just along the collar of your shirt, a reminder for you and a notice for others, ‘hands off’. You’d refrained from leaving any on him, mostly because the urge never struck you like this before but also to save him from any ribbing he’d receive at the shop. Now though you’d gladly send him out into the world, baring your fine artwork up and down his throat. “Baby.” He whines (actually whines) and you can feel the vibration of his neediness along your lips. You’re still clutching his shirt in your hands, holding him in place under you but now he’s clutching your hands, fingers grasping at your fist, breath coming out in little gasps. You can’t get enough of this, laving your tongue up to his earlobe, biting down gently and pulling another little whimper out of him. His eyes are squeezed shut, teeth worrying at his bottom lip, little puffs of air from his nose making his hair dance around his face. You do exactly what you had intended to do and start behind his ear, lips stuck to the tender skin there, sucking it between your teeth to pull that color in. You don’t even lift up, just slide your mouth down leaving a wet trail of spit in your wake. Leaving him wet and purple and red under your lips. Your knee is tight against him and you can feel him getting hard against your thigh, can feel him trying to wriggle out (or maybe further) into your touch. You won’t deny him anything today, but you came over to this couch with a single motivation and you aren’t leaving until the job is done. He tastes clean and vaguely salty, the warmer weather making him sweat so soon out of his after work shower. You can smell his shampoo, the coconut one you bought him that he secretly really likes, and the lingering smoke from his cigarette. It closes in around you, swirls together with the homey smell of the trailer and you get lost in your work. Eddie is slowly going insane, whining and gripping your arm, his hands searching for something he can wind his fingers into. Your hair is pulled back in a clip, away from his fingers so he settles on bunching your shirt in his fist and trying to grind into your leg. He tries to say something and stutters when you bite down a little harder, rolling the skin between your teeth before soothing the burn with the flat of your tongue. You shush him anyways and move one hand off of his collar to grip his jaw and push it up slightly, shifting his face up and away. The line of hickeys trailing from his ear is varied, little burst of darker red where you’d gotten a little ahead of your self and sucked a little too hard.

“Honey please.” He begs (actually begs). You can feel him tense under you, can feel his jaw working where it’s cupped in your hand. You leave another line of marks to meet up with the first and finally detach yourself to look at your handiwork. Running a finger down that tendon makes it flex under your touch, his mouth falling open to gasp when you run your nail lightly over his skin. There’s too much space here, too much pale you want to mark up. It’d take you all afternoon, you’re sure of it, to get it as decorated as you like but you’ll take it for now. You lean down one last time to suck hard at the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibrations of him groaning against your mouth. With a wet pop you let him go and finally sit all the way up, wiping your face where you’ve smeared spit over your cheek.

He looks wrecked, red faced, neck flushed and marked. His chest rising and falling rapidly and his hands flex where they’re still wrapped around your forearm now resting on his stomach. He turns his head slightly to look up at you, eyes dark and heavy. You can see the shine of wetness on his neck where the sun catches it and you grin.

“What the fuck?” He’s breathless.

“Sorry, you just looked so tasty.” You sound so satisfied. Thighs still squeezing him tight you can feel how hard he is and you wonder just how he’ll exact his revenge. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll stay pliant and whiney, stay under you on this couch and let you leave a longer trail of marks down his chest. Down his stomach. Down his thighs.

He turns under you to face up, finally releases your arm to run his palm over his neck and makes a face when he feels the heat and the wet. “Oh you really went to town didn’t you?”

“Mhm.” Still satisfied but now you can plant your hands on his chest and hold him down, watch his eyes grow big and shining when he looks up at you in complete adoration. “I just wanted to make a little statement. Thought you’d wear it well.” You run your finger lightly against his throat, right over that last hickey you left. Under your palms his heart beats faster and you feel that swoop of warmth in your chest, reserved only for him. “If you want, I can leave a few more around.” You tilt your head and glance down his chest, his hands running up and down your thighs in anticipation.

He spends the afternoon becoming your own personal canvas and when he goes to work the next morning, coveralls tied around his waist it’s Jeff who notices first. Flicks the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and gives him a shit eating grin.

“Did she at least by you dinner first?”

“I think I was dinner.”

(Sacrifice for the readmore)

#Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fic #my work #my fic

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magewisdumb · 1 month

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Greetings & Partings

Dark Justiciar Shadowheart HCs

A/N: I was listening to a really ethereal cover of down by the river and starting about reuniting and departing with DJ Shadowheart. I kinda wanted to capture SH's more sensual side in this and yes I know her being a DJ she definately hardcore dommy mommy, but how I consider Selunite Shadowheart Light Silk, I consider DJ Shadowheart dark Velvet. Both have their softness in the variance of texture. Enough of my rambling, enjoy!!!

CW: Some NSFW sprinkled in there

Shadowheart knows as choosing the fate of a Dark Justiciar, her run ins with you cannot last long... for now

When meetings Shadowheart, you do not look for her, she looks for you.

She doesn't actually like to meet at the cloister either, she'll meet you in the woods outside the city.

Being a mistress of shadows gives her the edge and she loves the feeling of tracking you through the forest gives her a release from her mother superior duties.

There's a clearing in the forest that you always reunite with Shadowheart in. Bending down at the creek along the side at the clearing, you reach to dip your hands into the clearing to rinse your face when you see her reflection behind you, eyes glowing purple in the night shining with mirth before dragging you to your feet lightly by the collar.

Shadowheart herself is in a loose fitting silky black dress that embodies the endless dark that she worships.

Ok ok so my headcanon is that Selunite Shadowheart develops a love for swimming, Dark Justiciar Shadowheart develops a love for dancing 💃

To her a dance can be full of passion and life, but all dances come to an end and Just like night orchids, Shadowheart finds that cycle of life and death, gain and loss beautiful however tragic.

She always leads. No ands buts or ifs

Hums or sings a tune next to your ear making sure you're well aware of her breath fanning out across it as she pulls you close.

Always chooses to meet you out on a full moon to spite Selûne with her presence.

When the dance dies down, she'll pull you into her tent (which is soaked in the scent of lavender btw)

Wine glasses are ready to go and she'll propose a toast. Expect a small bittersweet expression to flash across her face before she masters it back to one of relaxation.

As the night goes on expect her desire and want of you to grow, and she starts to get handsy. She's feeling emotional and the wine doesn't quite burn enough for her liking.

Takes a swig before kissing you deeply, wine spilling between the contact of your lips

She quickly divests of your clothes and hers and goes down on you

Hickeys and bites ftw she wants to leave whatever impact she has on you.

Her eyes water as your sighs ring out into the space in her tent.

She's missed this more than she'll ever admit. She knows she can not call it love, but deep inside, she knows your heart is hers.

When you cry her name, she rides the after shocks with you before climbing up your body, leaving kisses as she climbs back up and pulls you into a languid kiss.

In the after glow, the pillow talk is mostly about new recruits, nocturne shenanigans, and new changes in the city.

When the night pulls the moon further behind the canopy of trees, Shadowheart knows her time draws short.

When you fall asleep in her arms, she solidifies by casting magical sleep (if you're an elf pretend it works) as she uses a teleportation scroll to bring you to your room in the city or anywhere you live in the surrounding area before taking a longing glance at your sleeping form.

She vanishes through the cracks of the window in a dissolution of smoke.

She leaves a small note along the lines of "till next time"

A/N: OK OK I KNOW I GOT LAZY ABOUT THE DEPARTURE BUT I NEEDED TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUTTA MY BRAIN. Listen I firmly believe DJ Shadowheart can love (just don't call it that)

#bg3 #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #shadowheart x tav #shadowheart x reader #sharran shadowheart #dark justiciar

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hexpea · 2 months

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Ch. 9 - Ignorant

As the afternoon droned on, Seiko managed to fall asleep. Their head fell back on the sofa and light snores escaped their throat as their mouth fell agape. You sighed to yourself, glad that they had found a moment of peace in whatever turmoil they were facing, at least you hoped. You took a moment to pull the blanket you shared up further onto them to keep them warm.

Just as you were about to settle back into the movie, your phone buzzed with a text message. You carefully reached for it, trying not to wake Seiko from their deep slumber. The text was from Ieiri.

Y/N! How dare you not tell me you were back in town? You chuckled at her scolding as you read her message. I had to find out from that blindfolded idiot!

You didn't hesitate to text her back. Sorry, Shoko, it was for personal stuff. I'm still in town for a while if you want to meet up.

Unacceptable. She wrote back. We're getting together tonight, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'll make sure everyone's there. She was clearly referencing going drinking, something that you used to do separately from Gojo in the early days of your marriage. You and Ieiri both enjoyed the atmosphere, mostly people watching -- maybe some dancing. It was the only time you saw her usually calm and cool self evaporate into someone completely new.

"Hey, Seiko..." you gently shook Seiko awake. Their eyes groggily unstuck themselves, "I just got a message from Shoko. She's an old friend," you filled in the gaps, "she wants me to go out with our old classmates tonight. What do you think?"

Seiko's eyes continued to blink in order to adjust, quickly rubbing them so that they'd adjust quicker. "Clubbing, huh? Sounds like fun," they answered, their voice still sleepy, "you should go, Y/N. I'll be fine here."

You bit your bottom lip out of excitement. "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone," you invited.

Seiko gave a reassuring smile. "I'll be more than fine. I've got some ideas for myself already. You go enjoy your night."

You flattened your expression out of a bit of concern. With the subtle changes happening within Seiko, what could they be up to? Ignorantly, you decided to trust them in favor of going out with Shoko and the rest of your old classmates. You felt that you owed Seiko some blind trust after what had conspired the night before, even against your best interest. With a mixture of excitement and a hint of reluctance, you texted Shoko that you'd join them for a night of partying.

You eagerly got ready for your night while Seiko remained on the sofa, flicking through channels with a somber look on their face. You tried your best to keep them from your mind, knowing they'd come to you with whatever was bothering them at the right time...hopefully. You stayed focused on getting dolled up, missing Ieiri and the others dearly. You were happy to have a night of relief after all of the stress.

Since you mostly stayed behind and didn't really go on any missions during your time at the school, you spent a majority of your time with Ieiri and enjoyed spending time with the other classmates in general -- Nanami and Ijichi. Geto and Haibara were honorable mentions. Unfortunately, Haibara had passed away during your third year and Geto, you had no idea what had become of him since he became a curse user those years ago.

After a while, your Uber had arrived and you went to head out, making sure to give Seiko the name of the club you were going to just in case something were to happen. You didn't know where the night could lead you, especially considering the night before. You wanted to be a little footloose so getting a ride and letting Seiko know where you were going was a good way to cover your ass.

You nearly jumped out of the car as soon as it pulled over to your destination. The club looked active, people coming and going with large, drunken smiles on their faces. A few people were smoking just outside the door and others were making out in the nearby alleyway. You could already hear the music blaring through the open doorway as you made your way past the bouncer. Needless to say, you were excited!

The bass thumped through the club's dance floor as colorful lights danced overhead. Your heart raced as you looked around for your friends. Ieiri, Nanami, and Ijichi were all there, not to mention that stupid, familiar crop of white hair. He wasn't supposed to be there. You thought you had seen the last of him, but there he was, schmoozing with a clearly irritated Nanami as he sipped on some whiskey at the bar. Ieiri wasn't too far off, all smiles while dancing with a stranger and a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Ijichi was with Nanami, quietly drinking a cocktail of his own and minding his own business.

"Hi!" You shouted over the music with a big smile to Ieiri while walking toward the bar. She greeted you back and happily followed you to the bar where you ordered a drink, body still moving to the music even as you walked. You needed it in order to get through the night if Gojo was going to be there.

"Long time, no see!" Ieiri smiled, speaking loudly over the music. She gave you a small hug, using just one arm to do so as the bartender placed your drink in front of you. She smelled of smoke and alcohol. "How have you been, Y/N?!"

You wasted no time in sucking down the drink in front of you and ordering a second before even answering Ieiri's question. The bubbly liquid burned on its way down, immediately warming your stomach with its intoxicating juices. "Wonderful!" You answered loudly and rolled your eyes, a heavy hint of sarcasm in your voice.

"That's good to hear!" She replied, not getting it. It was clear that she was already very drunk, sarcasm was something that could easily slip right by her in such a state. She was certainly in rare form, you loved this version of Ieiri and couldn't blame her.

"What's Satoru doing here? I thought it'd just be us," you asked her, cutting right to the chase and leaning a bit closer to her ear so you wouldn't have to shout so much.

As you asked, she glanced over at him. He was grinning and still talking Nanami's ear off. Based on his demeanor, you could tell he chose to stay sober this night. Your dinner was obviously a one-off situation for him drinking-wise. "I didn't tell him you were coming," she replied, "totally forgot to mention it. I just mentioned we were going out and he invited himself!" She laughed, snorting at her mistake. You rolled your eyes as she left your side to continue dancing.

After your second drink, you went and joined her on the dance floor. You happily swayed and jumped to the music that nearly vibrated through your skull with volume, schmoozing with strangers as the alcohol made you much more loose and talkative. Your face had even begun to hurt with the permanently wide smile plastered on your drunkenly red expression.

When you'd had enough of the dancing and were ready for another drink, you meandered back to the bar to order. Your heart rate was sky-high with adrenaline, happy hormones flowed through your veins. There was no place you'd rather be.

Nanami was next to you, finishing the last of his drink. Gojo had finally left him alone to dance with Shoko. The two of you hadn't yet spoke a word to one another. Nanami ordered another drink with you as you began to make light conversation. From your school days, if you weren't with Ieiri you enjoyed time with him -- a sweet but stoic man who took everything way too seriously. You appreciated that about him, he was someone you could trust without question.

"I thought you'd quit!" You smiled at him as he held a flat expression despite the whiskey. You were asking about his choice to return to sorcery. "What brought you back to us?" You phrased the question as if you hadn't left the life behind either.

Nanami used his head to motion behind him where Gojo was dancing. He was spinning Ieiri as the two held the biggest of smiles, truly carefree. "I did quit, but he still won't leave me alone," Nanami answered, speaking loudly and sitting up in order to get closer to your ear.

"Oh!" You nodded as he pulled away. You almost didn't even need his answer, Gojo was the obvious answer.

He was about to continue your conversation, his eyes had briefly flickered to your engagement ring. The whole community knew about your divorce filing dilemma, word traveling quickly by word of mouth. He had opened his mouth to ask when the devil himself had suddenly come to steal you away.

You felt as Gojo's arm slinked around your waist to slightly turn your body toward him, his own slightly pressed to yours. Nanami watched with an irritated expression. Despite being sober, he clearly had no restraint with his enjoyment in teasing you. He was using your inebriation to his advantage, though he knew it'd be fruitless -- he just like to get you riled up.

"Y/N!" He greeted you with a wide grin, expression bright despite the black blindfold. "Baby!" He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

You leaned away from him and placed your left hand gently on his chest, turning your cheek. He still managed to press a lingering peck, your face immediately turning even more red than it was already. "Satoru," you scolded as his lips were pressed to your cheek, "we're not doing this here." You couldn't help but laugh, the alcohol messing with your inhibitions yet again.

"Oh come on," he pouted sarcastically with a crooked grin, "you can't blame me for trying. You're irresistible, you know." He leaned toward your hear, hiding his face from Nanami, and whispered in your ear.

You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you couldn't help but smile at his persistence. "Smooth, as always."

Ieiri, who was now sitting on the other side of you, chimed in. "What happened with the divorce, you two? Clearly you're getting close now, that's for sure." She couldn't help but ask, asking exactly what Nanami wanted to know.

You were about to answer when Gojo quickly piped up to answer for you. "Don't worry!" He smiled, speaking over the music as Nanami and Ieiri both looked toward you with intrigue. "I signed them, you just have to file them, right, Y/N?" You felt his grip on your waist slightly tighten with interest, your heart raced even harder as memories of the night prior flooded your mind. Temptation was setting in yet again. The usual restraint you had was being heavily tested and for some odd reason, you found yourself failing.

"Ye-" you were about to confirm, surprised that he had told the truth despite his lascivious hold on you.

"But don't worry, we're still the best of friends," he tauntingly leaned toward you once more, interrupting your answer.

Nanami narrowed his vision at the two of you in suspicion. He hadn't yet heard about your new engagement, so he had automatically assumed the ring on your finger was your original. To him, something was still going on but the ring on your finger was definitely not the one from Gojo.

Ieiri raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Best friends, huh? That's one way to put it."

Nanami, who had been quietly observing the situation, couldn't hide his disapproval. He took a swig of the new drink in front of him. "Judging by the ring on her finger then," it now clicking for him, "you shouldn't be touching her like that."

Nanami's statement only triggered Gojo even more, a cocky grin sliding across his face as he gently grabbed your wrist from the hand that was on his chest. Your eyes widened in disbelief as he suddenly began pulling the ring from your finger, putting it in his pocket before placing your hand back to where it was.

"There," Gojo smirked, "problem solved. Happy, Nanamin?"

Nanami scowled at Gojo something fierce before looking toward you with an expression that read 'do you want me to do something about him?' You gave a weak smile as if to signal it was alright, the heat still very present in your face.

He sighed, realizing there was no point in further pursuing the issue. "I see you two have your own way of handling things," he muttered, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he took another sip.

Ieiri couldn't help but laugh at the exchange between you. "Well, this is certainly a lively reunion," she noted, enjoying the drama.

Gojo decided to ease the tension with a lighthearted remark. "Nanami's always been the overprotective type," he chuckled and looked back toward you, his face too close for comfort as he grinned.

Nanami rolled his eyes. "You're the one who tends to attract trouble."

#gojo satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x y/n #satoru gojou x y/n #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #satoru gojou x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojou x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru #satoru gojou

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rainbowchewynuggets · 8 months

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IT'S DONE IT'S DONE IT'S DONE IT'S DONE

I've been grinding away at this for months. I can't wait for people to see it. This project turned out to have a lot of gears behind it, so check out the artist statement below!

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I love this song. The first time I heard it, I already began picturing a story where a woman stumbled upon a gathering of birds in the forest and became so enthralled by their song that she partied with them until she became a bird, herself. It turns out that isn’t too far off from the singer, Yma Sumac’s, first experiences learning to sing. She would imitate the animals near her home in the hills of the Andes mountains as a very young kid, developing a vocal range that would make her famous later on.

From there, I fell into a montage of research on her life and the Peruvian festival music that defined her early career, as well as the complicated story of the exotica music she became most known for in the United States. I followed that up with a month-long dive into northwest Peruvian culture, mythology, ornithology, flora, and topographical studies. Then, I blacked out somewhere during the drawing phase, and now I’m here.

While I really value what I’ve learned while doing this project, I think it’s important to note that I did it all as an amateur researcher and a foreigner to the subject. I decided it would be a little conceited to try to make a totally accurate depiction of a traditional Peruvian festival, so I instead focused on referencing the regional variation of these traditions. Costumes and music have their own specific designs and textures depending on the area, and dances and festivities reflect local history. Yet, it all shares the same themes of celebrating prosperity and surviving hardship. Common motifs and characters reflect a shared heritage and cultural identity that coexists with individuality. It’s all just very cool to me.

So I asked myself, what if these birds had their own version of these traditions? What would a bird sing a folk song about? What would be new and cool to Yma, but still familiar enough that she could join in? (I got lucky, since Peruvian festival culture is already very reverent of birds and feather patterns.)

What I ended up with pulled a lot from the Carnaval de Cajamarca, which originated in the next town over from Yma’s childhood home of Ichocán. It also references these dances, among others:

Huaylarsh - Los Emplumados - Marinera - Tondero - White Dance / Los Chunchos

It’s also important to know that I took a lot of creative liberties with my research to pull the story together. I hope I haven’t used any elements in a harmful or insensitive way–and if I have, I’d like to know so that I can apologize. (I also missed out on some cool stuff, like the White Dance always having shaker beads on the legs.) I highly encourage you to have a look at some of the sources I did, and to look further if you’re interested. I found it all very enlightening, and I hope you will too.

Yma’s wikipedia, which seems like a mostly accurate overview based on other sources

Her official website, curated by a fan and friend

A segment on NPR about her musical career

The interview I got the opening from

The ornithology archive that saved my ass

I’d like to work on uploading all the frames as an image reel somewhere so they can be looked at individually. Might take a while, though.

Thanks for watching!

(To those using a screen reader, the video description follows this message. I'd like to apologize for putting the description as the last thing on the post. Not only is it extremely long, but this seemed to be the rare instance where the description would benefit from the context of the post's commentary before being read itself. I wrote and formatted this description in a way that I hoped would apply to aid various disabilities that impede enjoying music videos, and I am very interested in getting feedback.)

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[The following is presented as an animatic (a series of still images edited into a video) set to music. The art is drawn with condensed yet fuzzy pastel-like linework and full color. The song used is “Chuncho” by Yma Sumac. The song was composed to imitate the various sounds of tropical birds and animals. It has no lyrics, at least in a traditional sense. I, the describer, have tried my best to translate the especially abstract nature of this song into language that can be interpreted through text. Please use the best of your imagination to fill in the rest. An audio description will always refer to the visual description that follows it.

Audio: A male interviewer asks, “Since you are referred to the bird who became a woman in your native Peru, Ms. Sumac, may we hear your exotic voice?”

Visuals: A title card appears with gold lettering on a black background. It reads one word: Chuncho. The word is depicted as if it were carved into a flat surface with loose individual strokes.

Audio: A woman answers, “I will try to imitate the birds, as I did in my earliest years in the mountains of Peru.”

Visuals: Credits appear, also in gold text: Sung by Yma Sumac (Zoila Augusta Emperatriz Chàvarri del Castillo. Drawn by Carlie Hughes (rainbowchewynuggets).

Audio: The music begins with the steady four-note strumming of a guitar, which will continue throughout the song. Then, it is accompanied by low ragged notes from a heavy woodwind instrument.

Visuals: A green cicada flicks its wings as it rests on a plant with jagged leaves and a little white flower growing from the middle. Beetles of green, red, and yellow crawl around on trees and ferns among puffy yellow blooms. Yellow humpback beetles huddle together on a cold stone surface as mothlike butterflies cling to hanging purple-grey moss in the background. A cluster of butterflies of black, green, blue, orange, purple, and red flare their wings along stems and vines. A line of spiny cocoons hang from a vine leading up the center of the group.

Audio: A vocalist, the same woman as before, begins to sing in vocables. Her first notes are short, round, and bubbly, like the chirping of a small bird. The lilt of a flute follows.

(“B-bm, bui-bui-buiii…”)

Visuals: A small village sits on the side of a forested and scrub-covered mountain at night. Buildings twinkle with yellow and blue window light through the darkness. At the edge of the forest, a tall lean woman appears with warm orange skin, long black hair, a simple green dress cinched at the waist with blue trim on the neck, hem, wrist, and waist, and a powder blue shawl tied at the chest. She sneaks away from the village into the temperate tropical forest, glancing back to make sure hasn’t been followed. She grows more at ease as she leaves the buildings behind and strides between bushes, deeper into the trees. She passes a flowering plant with orange petals. Its bulbs are held aloft on long, long stems.

Audio: The vocalist sings in elongated threads of notes, wavering in a minor key in a mischievous way.

(“Whu, hu-uuuu…”)

Visuals: The woman grazes her fingers along a bush with little black berries and white spiky flowers. Her hand passes up and down with the shape of the bush, like the rise and fall of an ocean wave. She walks uphill, past pink clover and increasingly frequent stones.

Audio: The vocalist clicks and rolls her tongue with her notes, like drops of water splashing across stones.

(“Dlu, dlu-dlu-dlu-dlu-buiii…”)

Visuals: A voice suddenly gets her attention. The voice passes by as a green line with wide wave forms. The woman follows it. She passes through a stone forest–dense moss-covered rock formations that reach up toward the sky. The ground below is streaked with snake trails. The line of song is now yellow. It leads her forward along a trail through the rocks. She climbs a more precarious formation of boulders, through dense shrubbery and a dramatic rocky landscape. As the voice shifts redder, her colors shift pinker. Even the environment’s colors are shifting to pinks and blues. She climbs a hill, past tall spindly trees and a nearly vertical mountainside. The pink line of song leads her still upward.

Audio: The vocalist belts out the deep throaty call of a tropical bird trying to be heard far and wide. The notes increase in frequency, then widen into a whoop that softens to a murmur. The flute follows her with a few short forceful notes.

(“Ah, bya bya bya-bya-bya-bya-bya-byaaa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-wi, wa-wa-wa wiii…”)

Visuals: When the woman reaches the top of the hill, a light shines up at her from the other side, returning her original colors. Below, she sees a gathering of human-sized bird people celebrating on a leafy platform. They’re dancing in different sized circles around a tree at the center. Rainbow colored ribbons of different lengths have been tied to the branches of the tree and hang down to form the silhouette of a condor. More ribbons and colorful bulbs hang from the leaves above. The line of song (now light blue) travels in a circle around the tree trunk. The camera zooms in, revealing details of the birds and their costumes. The birds are pigeons, hawks, cuckoos, seedbirds, and corvids. They’re all dressed in colorful hats, vests, slacks, and dresses with patterns that reflect those of their feathers. A circle of spotted woodpeckers closest to the trunk wear purple gowns and party hats. The party’s singing expands the blue circle of light. A wider circle of yellow, green, and white birds sit and watch the celebration from the edges of the platform. As a line of bright manakin birds zip by with their hands clasped together, the woman approaches from a nearby branch. She’s enticed by the party and joins the dance, clasping hands with a green parrot and leading the line with a broad smile on her face.

Audio: The vocalist makes a quick sudden series of escalating notes, then makes a hard sound with her teeth and returns to a low whoop. The flute echoes her.

(Ba-bana-baba-cht!, waw waw waw waw waw waw waw wiii…”)

Visuals: The birds switch to individual dances. A short red woodpecker and a tan long-necked bird with ribbons in her hair dance and sing together, their lines of song intertwining. The woman and three pigeons in red and black dresses stomp their heels in a quartet dance. She follows their steps flawlessly, familiar with the type of dance. When they begin to sing and whistle, she joins them–though her voice isn’t as strong as theirs and her line of song is thin and brittle.

Audio: The vocalist makes a low growl, at first imperceptible, that grows to a steady rumble. The flute follows.

(“Rhhh…, rhh, rhh rhhh…”)

Visuals: Then, the lights darken and redden. The woman stops to notice all the other birds heading to the back of the platform. They climb and flutter up to sit in fruit-bearing branches that grow just beyond. The woman finds herself a spot and picks a piece of fruit to eat. She takes a bite as a show begins. A band of various birds wearing ponchos and cloth hats sit down by the show platform. They play their instruments (flute, guitars and a drum) and count in the performance.

Audio: The vocalist makes more short bubbly chirps. They grow higher in small strings of notes until the phrase ends with a low long note.

(“Bom-bom, t-bom-bom-bom, mbom-bom wiii…”)

Visuals: Five owls appear, bathed in magenta spotlight before the center tree trunk. All of them have their yellow-spotted wings wrapped to mostly cover their black and gold-trimmed dresses. The four owls on the sides are short and red, while the one in the center is tall and bright purple. As all five begin to sing a golden song, they operatically open their wings and extend their feathers. As the light darkens to violet, the black and gold patterns in the folds of their wings leap out as if exposed to blacklight. They extend their arms upward and then double over to kneel on the stage, fully splaying their wings in a dramatic display. The woman watching is transfixed.

Audio: The vocalist rolls a noise from the back of her throat. Once, twice, three times–before hitching the roll up and down and letting it trail off. The flute makes a low hollow arc of a note.

(“Ghhh, ghhh, ghh gh-gh-gheee…”)

Visuals: Cut to the next performance. Two teams of blackbirds with long waving feathers compete, standing on each other’s shoulders to form two pyramids. The one at the top of each team lunges forward to try to strike the other with a long stick, propelled by their team. Their feathers glow with yellow light from above. The team on the left—with orange vests and red sashes—strikes first, only nearly missing. They gloat as the lime vest and green sash team on the right recoils and protests. Then, it’s the green team’s turn to take a confident lunge, forcing the red to frantically pull back in time to dodge. On the next strike, the red team buries the stick in the top of the enemy pyramid (actually tucked under the green leader’s arm). The victim feigns a mortal wound, and the entire team flies away. The red team poses, victorious. The red leader gets down to the floor to greet the widow of the green team, wearing a green dress. She peers at him from behind a silky black wing. As soon as he lands, she whacks him over the head with her own concealed stick. He is surprised. She is unamused.

Audio: The vocalist lets out a ghostly wail that wavers wildly like an eerie wind, higher and higher. A shaker instrument rumbles beneath her voice.

(“Woaaa… woaaa… woaa–”)

Visuals: Next, it’s dark. Three colorful birds in masks and costumes tread the air at an angle on the left side of the screen against a blue and green background. There’s a yellow spiky one, representing lightning. A blue round-feathered one, representing rain. And a spade-feathered green one, representing trees. Long beaded threads tied to their wings and tails wave and tangle across the screen as a group of five hummingbirds in shades of red struggle to survive the “storm” raging around them. The colored ribbons of the central tree are muted and flutter with the power of the wind. Two other birds hug the trunk, nearly out of sight. There’s a prop on the floor to the right made to look like a stone alcove, where more hummingbirds are hiding. The storm bringer birds beat their wings hard, casting the strings of lightning, water, and leaf shaped beads in huge chaotic waves. The five hummingbirds in vests and dresses wince and tumble against the wind, flying together in a tight circle. The threads crisscross behind them, an overwhelming force on the tiny birds’ scale. A red line of song floats up to reach them, guiding them down to the nest.

Audio: When her wail is at its highest, the vocalist pushes it further into the voice of a shrill songbird. The note hangs high in the air, then takes a few steps down and up. The segment ends with the sudden interjection of the low round voice–as if in surprise–and a trailing mumble.

(“Haaa, aa-aa aa-aa aa-aa, hoa? Ah, bw-huh…”)

Visuals: Those in the stone nest finish singing and reunite with the others, pulling them down to safety. A blackbird hiding behind the trunk spreads its wings, sitting on the shoulders of a brown woodpecker. The blackbird’s vest and wingspan are covered in yellow, signaling the coming of daylight. The storm birds retreat and sit still on a nearby branch. The wind is suddenly gone.

Audio: The guitar plays alone.

Visuals: After the stage performances, the audience members move back to the platform. They’re gathered off to the far left side of the central tree trunk, standing in a circle around a single figure. The light of the gathering area is deep plum-purple in far off areas and warm dull pink over the crowd. The empty space around the single dancer is salmon red, and the figure herself is blue.

Audio: The vocalist perfectly mimics the sound of a flutter, of delicate waving in the wind.

(“W-w-w-w-w-w-w”)

Visuals: The camera zooms in on her hand as it flits a pink handkerchief in the air.

Audio: The vocalist belts a pair of bold staunch vocables. The second note is held for several seconds before fading out.

(“Kyen, kyen…”)

Visuals: The camera pulls back to reveal the rest of her. She’s a blue eagle with wings that grade from red at the arms to pink to blue at the wingtips in a wavy pattern. Her smiling beak is bright pink. Her dress is royal blue with reddish-pink trimmed ruffles on the hem of the skirt, waist frill, neck frill, and the flower decoration on the side of her head. She stands with the hem of her dress in one hand and the handkerchief extended in the other in an open invitation to dance. A pale pink spotlight frames her head and shoulders against the darkness, and a dark pink line of song passes behind her. Her partner, an eagle of the same coloration with a blue vest and pants, pink shirt, pale orange sash, a blue hat in one hand, and a pink hanky of his own raised in the other, is calling to her. He puts his hands behind his back and takes high steps toward her. When the two are close, they turn and walk parallel to each other in a slow circle. The male’s back is to his partner. He looks at her over his shoulder with a smile and abruptly splays his feathers to be cute. There’s a layer of pink under his outer coat. She grins, entertained.

Audio: The vocalist repeats the two vocables, twisting the end of the second up into a high wavering trill that eventually soothes and disappears.

(“Kyen, kye–eee, ee, eee, ee…”)

Visuals: The two turn to face each other, circling tighter and tighter in unified song until they’re face to face, looking deep into each other’s eyes. With another turn, they’ve passed by each other and out of sight.

Audio: The vocalist makes a whisper, a ghost of the two vocables. Then, a few quick whistles, barely loud enough to hear.

(“Hyo, hyo”)

Visuals: The woman, who has been captivated by the dance, suddenly notices that the crowd has dispersed around her. Partners are walking off in all directions, leaving her alone. The dance is over.

Audio: The guitar picks up, getting faster and louder for a bit.

Visuals: The woman walks alone in the blue night air along a tangle of tree branches that form a pathway. She walks with her hands behind her back, her face looking preoccupied and a little disappointed. Bushels of soft leaves pass by in the background.

Audio: A high, light pleasant note from the vocalist overtakes the guitar. It grows until it fills the soundscape.

(“Aaa…”)

Visuals: An orange song reaches her from the direction she came, and she stops. When she turns, she sees a blue swift standing on the branch path, far behind her in an opening in the trees. The underside of his feathers is dingy orange, and he’s wearing a black vest, white pants, a rusty red sash around his waist, a bright green kerchief around his neck, and an orange rectangular accessory tied around his neck like a necklace. His face is obscured by a white hat with an orange band. He bows low with a hand on the hat. The hat comes off, revealing inviting eyes and a smiling orange beak. The woman grins and accepts the invitation with determination.

Audio: The vocalist draws long high vocables that resemble a wail. They trail off with a low note.

(“Whoa whoaaa…”)

Visuals: She and the swift untie the fabric around their necks and step toward each other as the line of song forms a ring above them. The woman holds the ends of the shawl in her hands and her hands at her hips with the body of the shawl hanging behind her waist. The bird holds his kerchief out in one hand with the hat in the other, held behind his back. He takes measured winding steps along the branches. The woman mirrors his steps, then pushes off of the main path and lands on an outcropping branch.

Audio: The vocalist’s song wavers back up and demurely bobs up and down, intertwined with tweeting from the flute.

(“Hoa… ohee…”)

Visuals: Her voice, seafoam green and a little stronger than before, trails behind her. She darts back onto the main branch and ducks behind the bird, then circles around to face him, the two only a few feet apart. They exchange steps pushing the other forward and back and flicking their garments in time with their movements. The woman’s voice grows stronger, nearly matching his. The bird quickly catches up as she moves backward, dancing beside her. The two dancers then leap from the main branch and fall down into the rocky forest below, passing by grassy plateaus and vines creeping through stone. Their song follows all the way down. They leap across boulders in the moonlight, side by side. The swift suddenly stops and folds his kerchief around the center of the shawl, hitching the two together.

Audio: The vocalist belts a complex series of syllables that mimic the heavy majestic cawing of a large bird or hawk. The flute makes itself known a little as the voice fades out.

(“Hlau-lau-lau hau-au-wau-wa-wiii…”)

Visuals: The woman, at the receiving end of the momentum, is swung wide and lets out a vibrant complex line of song that could match any bird’s. The two pull closer to each other and end their song on a low steady note. Then, they bow to each other as the camera pulls back. They’re standing on a rock that rises above a basin of water among huge formations of rock. Pairs of birds dance all around them in the shallows.

Audio: The guitar takes over for a bit.

Visuals: The camera cuts to an upward view of a varied group of birds sitting in branches, staring downward with interest. The light from the moon coming down through a break in the trees above is now cool green. The light coming up from where the birds are looking is orange-red.

Audio: The vocalist lets out the aggressive growling of a cat.

(“U-wau, wau-wau-wau-wau”)

Visuals: Below, the woman is dancing in a line with three reddish woodpeckers in a greenish clearing in the trees. They wear intricately detailed dresses in different combinations of bright green, yellow, red, and black with geometric and floral embroidery. The dresses are cinched at the waist with a piece of fabric covered in colored bands. Their heads are covered in scarves with the same colors and patterns. They sing and step aggressively toward the left of the screen. At the other side of the clearing, a line of four red and white faced woodpeckers with green beaks and wings face right. They wear bright green hats, kerchiefs, and sashes, yellow and black striped vests, and dark red pants with yellow tassels at the ankles. Their black shoes tap against the ground as they make quick little dance steps and flutter yellow handkerchiefs. They hold onto the brims of their hats and then lean down with a flourish of their arms, exposing the red crests of their heads sticking up underneath. The dance then changes formation. The girls dance in a line to the left as the boys step in a line to the right.

Audio: The growl hushes down to a wavering whisper, like wings beating in the dark.

(“Tchwahh-cwah-cwah-cwah-cwah-cwah-cwah-cwah…”)

Visuals: Out on a cliff by a waterfall, the scene is bathed in cyan. The line of dancers–alternating male, female, male, female–do a hopping dance from partners on the left to those on the right and back again as they move along the cliff, passing behind the waterfall as it disappears into the greenery in the foreground.

Audio: The guitar asserts itself again.

Visuals: Everything is suddenly red. A guitarist in a blue poncho and a red neck sash frets the neck of a guitar with a brown feathered hand. Rainbow ribbons are tied to the headstock. A deep orange song emanates from the strings.

Audio: The vocalist quickly accompanies the guitar with a harmonized version of the growl that revs up climatically, taking steps up the scale until it’s at its absolute height.

(“U-wa-wa ee-ee eh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-ohh!”)

Visuals: A congress of the partygoing birds stand in lines facing each other, all wearing blue outfits with red kerchiefs with rainbow tassels on them. The group jumps up and down in unison as part of a dance. The party breaks into smaller dances, and the woman dances by herself. She’s wearing a green skirt and flowy purple top with red underskirt, waist cinch, and scarf. Rainbow tassels are attached to the overskirt, and they swish with her movements. Beside her are a hawk woman and a pair of long billed bird men dancing in a circle with their ankles locked. A pair of red birds with white streaks on their wings suddenly hoist the woman into the air, as other birds are hoisted in the distance. As she’s held aloft, she sings and spreads her arms, revealing more tassels on her top, resembling wings. Her song is immense and beautiful. The camera focuses on one of the hoisted birds in the background, who has executed a handstand with the person who threw them. The blackbird’s feathers are all sorts of bright colors. The song passes by behind him. The excitement of the party disguises the presence of a looming pair of yellow slitted eyes peering out from a dark spot between the leaves nearby. A trio of purple pigeons dancing in a line with twigs and colored strings in their hands dip and weave together. The one in front balks, noticing the threat at last.

Audio: The high energy of the music suddenly cuts out. The shrill call of a small bird climbs up out of the silence.

(“Eee…”)

Visuals: A striped short legged pampas cat pounces into the center of the dance field. It misses the birds, but the illusion is shattered. The bird people are just birds again. They fly in a frenzy up through the trees to the safety of the early morning sky. The hilltop erupts with silhouettes of wings.

Audio: When the small bird’s call is at its highest, it tumbles back down and transforms into a low disquieting wail. The guitar re-enters.

(“Ee-ee-ee-ah-ahh ahh oohhh…”)

Visuals: The pampas cat has retreated into the dim tawny forest. It stands on a bent tree branch among bushes and hanging moss and stares into the camera with glowing yellow pupils. A tiny rodent scurries by and into a bush. The cat notices and darts after it. Nearby, dozens of bats hang from the underside of a rock formation that extends over a field of berry bushes. Their sleepy heads are tucked into their folded wings. A straggler flaps up to join the rest as the sun continues to rise. Elsewhere, a hive with wasp-like insects resting on the outside hangs over a rock. Sunlight gleams over the scene from a break in the trees in the background. A large brown mouse climbs up on the rock, backlit by the sun. It grabs a wasp in its teeth and leaves before the rest of the hive can wake up.

Audio: The vocalist makes a low steady murmur. A couple shakes from the shaker instrument follow.

(“Hoo…”)

Visuals: A colony of green and brown frogs with purple eye ridges, yellow faces, and orange bellies are asleep on dewy ridges of rock. A green cicada hangs out on a leaf off to the top left corner. The mouse jumps down through their resting spot, waking them all up. The frogs croak a green song as the cicada hangs on for dear life on the swinging leaf. The wind moans through the crevices of another stone forest. The little flowering shrubs that grow on the rocks bristle in the breeze. A variety of green, yellow, and blue lizards poke their heads out of the rocks, into the morning light.

Audio: The vocalist repeats the murmur. The flute follows this time.

(“Hoo…”)

Visuals: The camera pulls back to view the entire rock formation. The still rising sun shines only on the top half of right-facing stones. Long spindly tree trunks grow from the top left, out of sight. Long grass waves on the ground below. An alpaca-like vicuña raises its head from the long grass, facing the light. In the branches of the trees above, various birds perch facing left.

Audio: The vocalist makes a mysterious sound that begins as a harsh sound between her teeth and ends as a whisper. It echoes in the background.

(“Chwah-ah…”)

Visuals: The camera turns back to the village. Golden light casts diagonally across the brown roofs and tan buildings. The silhouette of a small bird flies toward the center of town.

Audio: The vocalist makes the sound again, then pulls the whisper up into a harsh repeated rasp from the back of her throat.

(“Chwah-ah qwah-qw-qw-qw-qw-qwah-qwah-qwah”)

Visuals: Down in between the one-story houses, the bird flutters down. Long shadows lay across a passage leading toward a door on the side of a building. We see the shadow of the woman land in the soft dirt path where the bird’s would have. She heads toward the door at a walking pace.

Audio: The call returns to a whisper. The vocalist clicks her throat in a short series of hollow sounds, nearly like the creaking of wood.

(“Qwk-qwk-qwk-qwk-qwk, qwk qwk qwk qwk”)

Visuals: As she opens the door to enter the purple interior light of the house, we see that she’s back in her green dress, but now her shawl is red. The sun glints in her hair. Before she goes inside, she looks back and winks at the camera with a smile. Then, she slowly pulls the door behind her until it’s shut.

Audio: The vocalist lets out her breath entirely as the accompanying music trickles into silence.

(“Haaa…”)

Visuals: The screen is black for a few seconds.

Audio: The high whistling call of a green manakin can be heard over the rustling of forest trees. The call’s tone is raised at the end, like it’s asking a question.

(“Twee?… Twee?… Twee?… Twee?”)

Visuals: The end card appears. Yellow and green lettering and a border lay on a black background. The text reads: Yma Sumac. Peruvian soprano and composer. October 13th 1922 until November 1st 2008. Biographical and reference info in description. Chuncho, 1953. Written by Moises Vivanco. Capitol Records, Universal Music Publishing Group. Carlie Hughes. Tumblr @rainbowchewynuggets. www.carliehughes.com. End ID]

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#chuncho song #animatic #chuncho animatic #night festival animatic #the night festival #yma sumac #the birds #the forest creatures #this was supposed to go up on her birthday but i got sick aaa #Youtube

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re-dracula · 1 year

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I was listening to another podcast at some point a while back where they had an interview with you guys to advertize re: dracula coming out. And you guys said some stuff about Lucy that hit a weird nerve with me as a history buff.

So the VA described her as polyamorous, and it triggered some conversation about how her character gets pretty maligned for it. And that last part is an adaptation issue not present in the original text.

See, victorian era courtship did not come with a presumption of exclusivity the way modern dating does. You were not off the market until you were formally engaged to be married. So the general gist of it for upper and middle class folks (like the Dracula characters most likely are) is that there is this thing called the social season. And during the season there would be all kinds of parties and events where you would meet people. And the general structure was that if you went to a dance, you should dance with a lot of different people. Get a sense of the eligible bachelors/bachelorettes. And if you were a young man, you would be expected to go and visit each of the young women you danced with that night at some point during the week after. If you hit it off, you would then start courting (visiting back and forth attending other events together etc). But, as I said above, it wasn't exclusive. So a man would court a few women, and a woman would be pretty disappointed to only be courted by one man. As the season went on couples would get engaged (anding any other ongoing courtships).

So Lucy's situation, in its original context, goes something like this: Lucy is pretty and charming. A perfect victorian maid. She has many suitors. Three of them decide she's the perfect women for them. They each want to pop the question but they are good gentlemen so they agree to all ask her the same day so she can choose between them on her own terms. She is thrilled because of course she is. Any woman in her position would be! But! Before she can make her choice Dracula comes to steal her away. She gets terribly sick and dies. But then she is not dead after all. She came back all wrong and corrupted. Even such a bright, innocent, young woman as Lucy is not immune! It's tragic what she becomes.

By the time early film adaptations roll around though, courtship was mostly replaced by dating especially in America where it hadn't been so institutionalized. And now there is an assumption of exclusivity. Those poor men being strung along by that harlot Lucy when in the end there can be only one husband. No wonder she fell victim to Dracula's charms! And like, that was the exact opposite of the point in the books. But the culture was too different by that point to read the same way. So Hollywood made Lucy an example instead of a victim.

But yeah. I heard the polyamorous comment, and had a weird mix of "yay poly representation! That rarely happens," and "put that woman back in context, or so help me!" So when I saw you guys had a blog, I had to send a little mini rant. Feel free to disregard.

Thanks for the historical context! It is hard with historical texts to keep from bringing your modern ideas to our interpretations, but as an almost completely queer crew, it was hard to ignore the subtext in:

LUCY: Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it.

That’s what we’re talking about, we’re talking about subtext in a very sexy very queer-coded book. I believe the VA you’re talking about is Beth Eyre? As a professor, she knows this too and is playing with it in her performance. And she does brilliantly.

We’re not changing the text, as we’ve said before, we’re just having fun with what’s already there.

We’ll talk some more about this in our bonus eps, which I’m very excited about.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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What's he history behind dick's amnesia? Did smthg happen? & I'm also assuming he forgets his partner/reader?

Alfred watched Dick picking at his breakfast and stirring honey into his tea. It had never been something he'd done before- but. When he took a sip, he didn't grimace. So Alfred put a pin in that for later.

"Alright, Dickhead?" Jason asked fretting while trying to look like he wasn't as he shoved toast at him.

"What-" he started, blinking. Looking lost.

"Alright?" Jason repeated.

"Yeah," Dick said quietly. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach. One that told him something was wrong but- nothing could be wrong. He was home. Everything looked the same. Smelled the same. Acted the same.

Everyone just looked older.

He knew, at least in theory that he'd kept in sporadic contact while he was gone. No one had thought he was dead. Even if they had been surprised to see him. But- where he'd been was an endlessly frustrating puzzle. His only clues came to him while he slept. The woman he desperately wanted to hear speak. The woman whose face he could never see clearly in his mind once he opened his eyes. But he felt her.

The same way he used to feel like his parents were right there if he tucked the blankets around himself just right and he hugged Zitka hard enough.

Little things. Old glass, honey in tea, the smell of dust, the feel of cracked leather. It made no sense but it filled him with a sense of relief so profound it brought him to tears.

But how could he explain it when he barely knew what was happening?

"There's my Honey!"

Dick looked up from a mug of coffee he'd been using to warm his hands. Only to see you breeze through the door of the diner. And he smiled a little.

"Want your usual?" the grey haired woman asked. Sarah. That was her name. And she LOOKED like she owned a diner. Pleasantly plump with strong stubby hands and a lap wide enough to hold all her grandchildren- it seemed like she mothered half the town.

"Yes please," you answer, already anding money to the girl running the til, "And a rib bone for Sammy if you've got it."

"Anything for my favorite customer," she said cheerfully, handing you a to-go cup of coffee and putting a pastry in a bag.

"Me or the dog?"

"Sammy!" she sniffed, "He never talks back."

You crinkle your nose at her but smile, eyes dancing. "You think you can spare one of the girls for an hour after lunch rush?" you ask.

"Probably," Sarah answered, "Why?"

"Gotta run a dresser over to Widman's and run to the hardware in Red Key," you sigh, "Joe ordered the wrong varnish and I've got a vanity table on rush."

"Sure," she said, shaking her head, "I'll send one over long about two."

"You're a peach," you tell her.

"Mhm," Sarah huffed, "You just remember to bring me back some of the good taffy, Honey Girl and we'll call it a day."

"Anything for my favorite Auntie."

Honey Girl or Honey

It wasn't the first time Dick had heard someone call you that. Mostly the older people. And he wondered where it came from. Your store didn't sell honey. Or bees. At least not live ones... You probably had a few pieces of Jewelry with bees on it or something but- Even if it didn't make sense, it suited you.

A mystery, he decided. And one he'd get to the bottom of as soon as he finished his coffee.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #amnesia!verse #ask answered #minors dni

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milkmily · 2 years

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Kiss and meet [Eddie Munson]

Eddie Munson x Latina/Hispanic Chubby Reader

Eddie has been thinking about you scene the party. He thought sneaking you out would be an amazing idea. So he threw rocks at your window and couldn't wait to take you out. You two have fun and then he invites you to meet his club members.

YOU ALL WERE SO SWEET IN THE LAST ONE 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

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Your family from your dad's sids was over at your house. You didn't talk to them much other than greeting them and answering some questions they asked. You mostly spend the time in your room. But now that they know you dropped out of college, for sure they were going to talk about you behind your back.

Your parents were alright with you dropping out. They did react badly but they saw it was your life and just brushed it off. You knew they were still disappointed that you dropped, but at least you have a nice job that helps you pay rent and food.

But you weren't worried about them talking behind you. You were rather excited today! Eddie asked you out and you are sneaking out. Your parents don't like you going out while there are guests around. So the best thing to do is to sneak out. It's not like it's the first time you've ever sneaked out.

You walked down stairs and grabbed a glass of water. "I'm going to bed early. Good night." You say and everyone says goodnight. You stopped halfway to the stairs and listened and watched their conversation. "Well, Analilia is in college and she's almost going to graduate! She's going to get an amazing job." One of your aunts says. "And [Name] dropped out only to work at a horrible job." She says. "Yes, but it's her decision." Your mom says, sounding annoyed.

"I bet her excuse was stupid too. I mean, she isn't even married! If she doesn't want to go to school, she at least has to get married." Your aunt says and your father's eyes go wide. "Mi hija tuvo una buena excusa. Y no andes hablando de mi niña así. Si sigues así, por favor, salgan de nuestra casa." Your dad says. Your aunt nods and apologizes. You knew she would, she doesn't even live in Hawkins. Your uncle wanted to visit because he and your dad get along well.

You couldn't help but smile and walk up the stairs quietly. You locked the door to your room and started to prepare yourself. You grab a bunch of clothes out of your closet till you find the perfect one. Once you were done with that, you did your makeup and soon added some perfume.

You hear something hit your window and you smile knowing who was out. You opened your window and saw the long haired man. You grabbed your bag and threw it at him. He catches it and then sees you climb out of your window. "Wowo! Hold it!" He says and drops your bag. He prepares for when you could fall. You successfully landed with no injuries.

"Eddie!" You say, wrap your arms around and kiss his cheek and the other. "Okay! Let's go then!" You say as you walk to his car. Eddie touched his cheek and smiles like an idiot in love(which he very much is). He followed and got in his car. "Alright, you ready?"

"Yup! Let's go!" You say and he starts the car and goes. You weren't really talking much and he could see you were a little upset.

"I told my friends about you." He says. You raise your eyebrows and look at him then back to the window. "You better have said something nice about me." You say and Eddie smiles. "I did and they absolutely love you. Dustin wants to meet you." He says. "He also said he wants to go to a party with me too because it sounded cool." You chuckled and said, "Well lucky for him, there will be a party in 2 weeks."

"Another one?"

"Yup! And you will be dancing with me this time. Mom had you all day last time." He chuckled as he remembered how your mom had him moving all day. "I'll gladly dance with you and show you how well I dance to Mexican songs." You laughed and Eddie melted. He loves making you laugh. You locked hands with Eddie and say, "Thank you."

"For what?" He asks as he tries to keep looking at the road. He was for sure going crazy right now.

"Making me feel better. Family from my dad's side were talking shit about me."

"The same aunt from the party?"

"No, from my dad's side." You say and hold tightly on to his hand. "They are here because my dad and uncle get along and are throwing a small party. Just family." You say. "But you can come over."

"When is it?"

"Like in 2 days."

"I can't, I have something to do." He says. He had a meeting with his club. He'd love to go! He enjoyed the last party and he for sure would love this one. But he had to go to play D&D. "Can I go with you?" You say and lay your head on his arm.

"W-With me?"

"Yes. I have nothing to do there. All there will be is chisme and drunk uncles and aunts."

"Where I am going is to play D&D." He said and you smiled. "Perfect! I can meet everyone! I'll probably bring everyone something to eat." You say. "Also where are we going?"

"We are almost there." He says and soon goes into the woods. You smiled and knew where he was taking you. "Lover lake?"

"I mean, we can look at the stars and probably just, you know, know more about each other." He says and bites his bottom lip, in hopes of you liking the idea. "It sounds way better than being taken to a restaurant."

"Oh thank God. I was going to take us to a record store or a restaurant." He says and parks his car. "Ohh, the record store is actually a really cool place. It will be our 4th date then." You say as you hop out of the car. Eddie was so in love with you. This man would do anything for you.

Eddie gets out of the car and locks the door. He opens the truck and gets out two brown bags and a blanket. "¿Y qué es eso?" You ask, pointing at the brown bags. "No clue what you said, but I'm guessing what these are." He says as he holds the bags up. "This will be our very fancy dinner." He says and hands them to you.

"With our very fancy and fine soda drinks." You giggled at him and nodded. "Alright Mr. Fancy guy. Let's go on our fancy date." You say as he closes the back and walks with you. "Sooo, what were you studying In college?" He asks. Eddie is actually really curious about what you studied. He also wants to know why you dropped out and what made you come back to Indiana. Also your favorite artist and he wants to learn a bit of Spanish cuz it sounds really romantic to him.

"Well, I studied to be a lawyer. But I saw that I had to study and study even if I graduated. So that was my first reason. The second one was money. I couldn't afford it so I left California and moved back to Indiana with my parents." You say.

"What about you?" You ask. "Oh, well… um, I haven't graduated." He says and finds the perfect spot for you two. He lays the blanket down and sits down. He puts a drink down and pats down, making you sit down.

"But I am for sure going to graduate this year!" He says as he sips his soda. "I'm sure you will." You say as you hand him the bags. "I'll even help you with your homework."

"Really?"

"I already passed through that. I'm sure I can do this." You say and look in the bag. "You got tacos?"

"Yeah, I really liked the ones at the party so I decided to get some for us." He says. "But I didn't really understand what he was saying so I got us like 4 different meats." He says and holds out to places. You get out the two others and smile. "Aww, Eddie." You get closer to him and kiss his cheek. "That's really sweet of you."

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and said, "Stop, I'm blushing." You laughed and grabbed your soda. "Let's eat then!"

You grabbed your plate and unwrapped the tinfoil around it. "Also, they gave me like 5 small cups of salsas. And half of them were opened." He says as he holds out the ones that survived. "Thank you Mi amor." You say. As Eddie stops himself from eating his taco and looks at you. "You called me what?"

"Mi amor?"

"W-What does that mean?" He says as he has a smile on his face. "I think you already know with that stupid sweet smile in your face." You say and Eddie looks away. "Probably, probably not. Need to confirm if it is what I think it is?" You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "It's my love."

"Aww stop! I'm so red right now." You laughed and shook your head. "Oh I am sorry my lady. It's just I love seeing your blush." Eddie smiles and eats his food. "So, um, how's life?"

"It's good. Haven't sneaked out in a long time. So let's hope I don't get my ass whooped."

"You still get hit by your parents?" Eddie asks, concerned. "Umm, yeah? If you live under their roof, and by their I mean my parents, you must follow the rules."

"Aren't you like 20?"

"Yes, but I live under their roof." Eddie just nods. You two continue to talk and laugh. Eddie tries repeating Spanish words that were probably bad words you told him to say. He always asks if it means good or bad and you say good. But to never use them on your parents. That just confirms their bad. But he still says them to get you to laugh.

You two are now lying on the blanket and watching the stars. Eddie really isn't because he's just looking at you. You are the only one looking at the stars. "Hey, what time is it?" You ask. "It's…" Eddie checks his watch and says, "it's 12:30."

"Shit!" You sit up and get your belongings. "We need to go!" You say and Eddie gets up. He tries to help you get up, but decline nicely and get up yourself. You two get in his car and took off. "I am so sorry Eddie. But I don't want to get in trouble." You sat. "Don't worry, you are all good." He says and holds your hand. You hold his hand and calm down. "I had lots of fun today." You say. "I was hoping you were going to like it." He says. You two soon get to your house but he passes by it and parks his car. "How are you getting in?" He asks and gets out. You get out and say, "My brother left a latter where my window is." You say and you two walk to your place. You sneak behind the house and Eddie just follows you.

"Well, my stop is here." You say and Eddie sees the latter. "Holy shit, he actually left it there."

"He likes you. So he put it there. He used to not leave it there if he didn't like a guy I dated. " he just nods and you get close to him. "I actually had lots of fun. I'm excited to meet your friends." You say and tilt your head to the side and smile. "T-Thats good." He says and gulps. "They will love you."

"I hope so." You say and cup his cheeks. You get closer to his face and soon, you two almost touched lips when you stopped. He was scared you could hear his heart. But he kind of wanted you to hear just to show how crazy in love he is for you. You gave him some time to pull away but Eddie just pushed you in and kissed you. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around him. You pulled from the kiss and smiled. "See you later, Eddie."

"Yeah, see you later [Name]." You go up the latter and Eddie sees you get in. You waved at him and closed the window. Eddie whispers a small 'yes!' And jumps. He runs away and goes to his car. Eddie goes in his car and laughs. He hides his face with his hands and giggles.

Ohhh how he was going to tell the guys what happened and for sure they were going to be jealous.

"Don't believe you." Mike says. "Seriously?" Eddie says and Mike shrugs. "You say all of this but haven't even introduced her."

"I literally told you guys about her, the food they gave at the party, and her family last time." Eddie says and he hears Gareth hum. "I mean, we really can't believe you if we haven't met her." Gareth says. The rest nodded except for Dustin. "You all really think I can't date people?"

"I believe you do." Dustin says. "And I'd like to meet her." He says. "And you will! In two days!"

"That's when we play!" Mike says. "And she's coming over! We talked about it." Eddie says. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. They really think he can't pull?

He groans and says, "She's coming in two days. She says she is bringing you all something. So be kind!" They all nod and Dustin does a little cheer.

"But isn't that the day we play?" Mike questioned and Eddie nods. "Yes, and she would like to see us play?" Mile rolled his eyes. "Can't she come another day?"

"Nope, it's already planned."

"I am so nervous." You say as you check yourself in the small mirror. You fixed your hair and checked your earrings.

"Calm down. They will like you. Plus, they are kids." Eddie says and parks the car in front of the school.

"Yes, but a good first impression is very important, Eddie. Plus, they trust you and I want them to trust me too." You say as you hold on to the regtengal tray. "You think they like sweet stuff too?" You ask. "We will see." He says and signs. He holds your hand and kisses it. "Everything will go well. Trust me. Dustin absolutely loves you." He says and he sees you smile. "There is that smile." He says and kisses your cheek.

"Ya parale." You say and you feel your ears get hot. "Okay, how do I look?" You ask as you look at him. "So fucking gorgeous." He says and you giggled. "Stop or I'm going to kiss you again."

"Oh, I'd love that." He moves your hair behind your ear and looks at your lips. You look at him and get close. "HEY! YOU TWO COMING OR ARE JUST STAYING THERE TO MAKE OUT?" You pushed Eddie away and looked behind him. There was a boy with a cap on. He had the same shirt that Eddie had. His eyes go wide and smiles. He waves at you and you smile at him. "Hello!!" You heard him say and you giggled. "He's so adorable." You say. You get out of the car while holding the tray.

The boy runs up to you and waves. "Hi! I'm Dustin!"

"You're Dustin! Eddie has told me about you?"

"Really?" You nodded and his smile went wider. "Hahaha! Nice! What did you get there?" He asks as he points at the tray. "Um, it's Flan." He gives you a puzzled look. "It's cream caramel." He tilted his head to the side and shook your head. "When we are inside, you can get a slice." Dustin nods and walks inside. "Let's go then." Eddie says and holds the tray for you. "Dustin is like a huge fan of yours." He says as he walks beside you.

"I can tell. He seemed really excited to see me." You two head to his club classroom and hear Dustin. "She's here! She even brought something called a flan? I honestly don't know what it is but she says it's sweet." He says and they just nod. "How much did he pay you?" Mike asks.

"Ouch, a little offended you guys don't think I'm real." They all look at each other and their eyes go wide as they see you. "That's her! That's [Name]!" Dustin says. "And she brought us flan."

Eddie walks in and points at an empty chair. You sit on it and look around. It was all decorated on theme and even Eddie had a chair that looked like it belonged to a king. "So, um, how long have you been together?" Mike asks. "I guess 4 weeks?" You say and Eddie nods. Eddie is just so happy and lucky to have you. He feels like the luckiest man alive right now. Eddie is just looking at you the whole time while the rest ask you questions about yourself.

"Eddie says you speak Spanish, say someone in spanish." Dustin says. "What do you want me to say?" You ask and he thinks for some minutes. "Anything really."

"Si eso dices." Dustin is impressed and tries copying what you say. Mike tries correcting him but he also fails at it. "What does that even mean?" Mike asks. "If you say so." He nods and says, "Can we have a piece?"

"Go ahead. I brought it for a reason." Mike is first to go and then the rest. Soon, they start their game while you eat your flan and giggle whenever they do their acting parts. It was honestly fun being with them. Soon the game came to an end.

You all said goodbye as you went with Eddie and drove off to your house. "What did I tell you? They loved you!"

"Thank God, I was so worried that they would hate me."

"They would never. You are so sweet. How could someone hate you?" You chuckled and shook your head. "Stop being so sweet Eddie."

"I'm telling the truth!" He says and you giggled. "Hey, so I got you something." Eddie says as he parks his car. He looks behind and gets out a bag. "I remember you said you liked, um I honestly don't know how to pronounce their name but here." He says and hands you a cassette tape. You screamed when you saw the cover. "Holy shit! You got me [F/Spanish artist from the 80s]!" You grabbed his collar shirt and pulled him into a quick kiss.

"Thank you so much. Fuck, I owe you for this."

"N-No! You're good!" He says. "Seriously, thank you so fucking much Eddie. God I love you for this." You put it in your bag and held his hand. You kissed it and looked at him. Eddie smiles and starts driving again. "So, the party. When is it again?"

"In two weeks. It's my cousin's quinsañera." You say and Eddie just nods. "What should I bring as a gift?" He asks. "Well, you can bring makeup or clothes. Anything girly you know?"

"I suck at that. You'll have to come with me to go shopping." You smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I'll be helping you. I need to get her something too." You say and lay your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and smiled. You seriously loved this man so much. He's always so kind to you and so loving.

You felt the car stop and opened your eyes. You look at Eddie and smile. Eddie was bright red and you laughed. "Well, I'll see you later. Take care amor." You kiss his cheek and get off. He watches you get inside your house and drives off.

He giggles and thinks, 'hehehe she called me love'

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x hispanic chubby reader #x latina reader #eddie munson x chubby latina reader

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jumpingjoltiks · 2 years

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Hi, I'm Willow! This is a pokemon blog centering on submas! <3

No Minors! This blog occasionally posts and reblogs 18+ content. If you are underage, this space is not for you.

Thanks for stopping by!

Requests: OPEN

Policy, Rules, and Master List beneath the cut

Everything 18+ that I personally post will be under a cut for courtesy's sake. Everything 18+ on this blog (reblogged or original content) will be tagged as "gear station after dark" for the same reason.

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If there's no indication of age in your bio or anywhere else on your blog, you're getting blocked - no ifs, ands, or buts. This is an 18+ ONLY space. Minors are not welcome.

Here's what I do & don't write - please note that all of this is at my discretion and liable to change if I happen to feel like it.

Yes:

Reader Inserts

Yandere

Most Kinks (please ask if you're unsure)

Monsterfucking

No:

Blankshipping/incest

Zoophilia/Pokephilia

Underage characters

Excessive Gore / Violence

Anything relating to feet / foot fetishes

Stuffing / feeding

Cannibalism

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I would appreciate asking if you are unsure about sending a specific kink in. I will try to get to asks as quickly as I can and to keep this list regularly updated, however I work full time and have limited energy. Please have patience with me, I'm doing my best.

While I write mostly for Emmet & Ingo, I'm not opposed to other characters if requested.

Master List

Key:

🔥- Smut

🍭 - Fluff

🌧️ - Angst

Oral (Submas x reader) 🔥

Photos (Submas x reader) 🍭

Public Sex (Submas x reader) 🔥

Pagan S/O (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Long Haired S/O (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Proposing at the Same Time (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Playfighting (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Dirty Fantasies (Submas x reader, request) 🔥

Playfighting (Part II) (Submas x reader, request) 🔥

Moving in Together (Submas x reader, request) 🍭

Make Up Sex after a Fight (Submas x reader, request) 🌧️🔥

Submas Comforting a Transmasc S/O with Dysphoria (Submas x reader, request) 🌧️

Sugar Daddy Submas blurb (Submas x Reader)

Sugar Daddy Submas - A Date with Ingo (Ingo x Reader)

Nickname HCs (Submas x Reader)

More Dirty Fantasies (Submas x Reader) 🔥

Sneak Peek - Hate Sex with Emmet (Emmet x Reader) 🔥

Sneak Peek - Erotic Photos (Emmet x Reader) 🔥

Dancing with Emmet (Emmet x Reader) 🍭

Autistic Submas Headcanons

An Innocent Visit (Emmet x f!Reader) 🔥

Taking Care of a Sick S/O (Submas x Reader) 🍭

Sugar Daddy Submas - A Risky Flirtation (Submas x Reader)

#introduction #masterlist #pinned post

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bcbliophile · 1 year

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@bruiisedpetals asked:

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ / to Jennny of Oldstones from Errick Farman

Jenny looked up in confusion for a moment, no one had asked her to dance since her husband passed almost a year ago. She came back to court because she needed something to keep her hands and mind busy ands he went to the feasts as was expected of a proper Lady, but she mostly went unnoticed until tonight. The Queen put her in a proper feast dress, silver in color and her hair was down in long curls, falling to her lower back, she looked more fairy like than human.

Eventually though she did nod and took the offered hand "thank you, my lord" the honey haired maiden curtsied and allowed him to lead her onto the dancefloor, still confused as to how tonight was any different than the ones before.

#jenny's threads #v ; between the dragons and the stag ( post hotd )#bruiisedpetals

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 9 days

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5.6.24 Monday

12:06 am

I still have windblow... I wanna leave Cavite... I wanna get Pilot Garret...

I feel so frustrated for 17 years....Too long to be controlled by this negative force...

I feel self-pity...

Hi Pilot Garret...How I wish we can open the door of doreamon...

This is me Pilot Garret... I like your face!

I feel so bitter! I wanna leave Cavite...

For Pilot Garret:

I'm gonna open the door of Doreamon going to that time...

I had yaya, I was innocent... I was just an adoptive....I didn't wash my underwear and clothes... If I had menstruation, I will just soak it in a water just to remove the blood then give to my yaya or assistant....I had intercom or walkie talkie if in case they need me coz I was always in my room... I got my beeper when I was 14 then got my magic diary when I was 15. I had teeth braces when I was 15 until 19... I learned to drive when I was 13....I had a my arch bow in my room,if in case... I had a pepper spray given by my childhood bestfriend named apple... I had a warrior knuckle ring, if in case....I had toe rings and my feet were nice and smooth. I had flinstones vitamins and I always keep my iron sulfate....I had my portable ac that you have to put ice on it to make the air cold before I got my actual ac...I had tamagochi's and gummy bear....My favorite was mint chocolate "andes" or mint... I had my regular derma facial or treatmeant at "Dermclinic"... I had tried air gun coz we had a lot of air guns before... I bought a dance game video where you can step on it and follow the dance step, I always buy microphone coz I love singing....My favorite sanrio character is Hello Kitty... I was a choir member in "Church Of Christ"... I got my roller skate twice when I was 9 years old and 13... I had 2 phone during college, I always had 2 phones... I ate steak at the outback or in Fridays... I used to eat salads... I love Auntie's Aunt --pretzels... I love Haggen Daz ice cream it is the best! I love marshmallow... I used to drink fresh milk everyday, thrice a day...I can ride a bike even mountain bike, I'm good at it but not on my roller skate...

1:26 pm

Still,have windblow... My back is super itchy....I wanna get a bf that Pilot Garret... I feel self-pity... I wanna get some progress...

How can I be an organizer? To get some fresh access on stuff...

6:59 am

I have windblow...I dream of Mitch that she is one of the organizers of the world? What freebies she can have? But Mitch did you give me that "simple battery"??? I think someone needs to be responsible for what they did to me since 2007???

Good Morning Organizers of the world! Mostly are fakers! Can I have a free pandesal?? Free coffee??? Free hotel room or free plane ticket?? Can I have free car coz I'm an organizer of the world....

Hahaha... I pity those fakers organizers of the world!!!

Angels, I want to be part of that organizer, I'm really Portia the white wig of the world!!! I hope they can still remember me...

I forgot to post is it real that King Charles is already dead??? I hope they can still remember Portia,sympathy for the genuine "Royalty of the world"!!!

It's me Portia the white wig of the world...Can they remember me??? I need to get my right as Portia organizer of the world? I hope William and Harry can get this letter....

My deep sympathy for Prince William and Harry... I'm just here and never change my view but I tried to separate coz I have maturity and I need to get my own life but for 17 years these organizers and other big mystery in this fake world wanted me DEAD!

For PrinceWilliam and Prince Harry:

Still,me the childish and angelic soul since around 2010 and so on....I watched TV and had my own apple tablet and still just somewhere but no wifi now but from those years, I was able to do "air drop message" everywhere USA and in Europe??? My "Air Drop Message"...

Trying to find where is the tunnel but I couldn't find it... Are those people good or bad? For a couple of times they tried to steal and smash and planned to kill me... I lost my story... I respect the far away land of Europe... Everything were accidental when I first saw those things just here in our old house... Then, some years later after those 2010 and the time of Kate and William,a lot of things happened and some are stolen even the old magazines and histories of the world.

Even my thoughts they tried to steal or my hand writing??? Or my entire persona...

I know the right maturity but organizers are planning to steal again...Can we kill them on my own verdict???

I need a seal on here... Angels, how can I be the lead of the organizers of the world??? I want an actual seal... Can Prince William or Harry??? Get me some help here... People to help me to be part of that fucking organizer of the world. At least I can have "nose perfection"???

7:46 am

For Prince William and Harry:

Am I replaced??? Can I have the seal of lead of being an organizer of the world??

youtube

Am I replaced to be Portia the white wig of the world? I need an actual seal on this... A lot are fakers in this island...

8:21 am

Uncle DD is here now, few minutes ago...

2:12 pm

Still, have windblow....I wanna leave Cavite.... My S-bones are painful....I feel bitterish....

2:16 pm

I wanna leave Cavite... Did you just pass Garret??? No! I have to be with you...

youtube

2:28 pm

I have painful and itchy back....I'm mentally pregnant but I'm not... Save me Garret....

I want my serums Garret...

Sound tripping,thinking... Thinking a lot Garret...

youtube

2:39 pm

I have windblow... I'm so frustrated....Thinking of money and future... Trap for 17 years just for nothing... Deteriorating alone... I feel ugly and fat and wrinkled... I should be 17,right? But I'm the ugly duckling...

Save me Garret...

youtube

3:04 pm

I feel bitter... Too much is too much... Unfair most Filipinos...

Save me Garret...

youtube

3:35 pm

Still,have windblow trying to get my momentum back while waiting for Garret...

On my 2nd quizz on subject & verb agreement on my first try got 10/ 11...

The quizz one is somehow tricky, I always forgot so I need to review the quizz 1!

Yey!

3:45 pm

Quizz 3 on subject verb and agreement... Yey! First try!!!

4:13 pm

Waiting for Garret's Love...

How can I resist your armpits??? ♡♡♡

Loving you Garret...

youtube

4:25 pm

Garret??? Is there a mind-freak???

Garret,tell me... It is weird...

Still,waiting for Garret's big heart for me...

4:46 pm

It is painful... Save me Garret... I need a big love on me...

5:05 pm

My 2 uncle's are fake most specially this Uncle DD I just asked for 10 pesoses he said he doesn't have money... I have 5 pesoses for coffee supposed to be... I need 15 pesoses...I will ask a back-up from Ely later...

5:59 pm

8:55 pm

Thanks Ely for the back-up today...70 today + 581= 651

Still,far to sing for 10k pesoses 🤗🤗

#Youtube

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apexart-journal · 3 months

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Sonia Paulino Love Outbound to Montevideo, Day 25

Lunch at the university with Dahiana Barrales, an anthropologist researching religious practices. I appreciate her cynicism. I told her I’d be flying over the Andes again for my connecting flight home and, in light of the tragedy/miracle she said “Carry food with you.”

I then audited her lecture, which was fun because I like lectures and haven’t been to one in a long while. In reference to the previous class discussion regarding the power of religious symbols, she presented a clip from Scorcese’s 2016 movie “Silence” in which, as a method of torture, Christian prisoners are offered freedom if they simply disrespect their idols. None of them could do it.

Dahiana also discussed the interpretation of points of view from anthropological documentarians before welcoming Julietta Keldjian, a fellow Universidad Catolica professor. Julietta talked about how context adds value to home movies, foundations of representation, and her work in archiving vernacular filmmaking. The apexart fellowship program schedule is meant to immerse you in activities unrelated to your field of interest, so this was an accidental encounter. I was all about it.

That night: finally an actual Tablado! Various groups of performers, or murgas, took the stage (sponsored by national corporations) at the Velodromo, an outdoor velodrome with concrete stadium seating. There were a number of different kinds of acts that incorporated candombe, dance, comedy, and political parody, with a rallying emcee in between that gave out raffle prizes. The real kicker was a group of 15 men and 1 woman called Murga Curtidores de Hongos (mushroom tanners). They harmonized in a lower register, belting out motivational lyrics that celebrated Carnaval as ”El rio del tiempo para la eternidad!” It was enthralling. They got a standing ovation.

This morning’s Inclusive technology workshop at a newly opened local park and community center was pretty basic in demonstrating how computer mouse functions can be customized, but enlightening as to how these simple alterations can dramatically enable people with certain disabilities. Think change settings to long click, so that you can drag without having to hold the button down…that sort of thing. It was well attended, mostly by educators, who were invited to utilize the city’s software and hardware resources to help meet the needs of those with special needs.

Zoom with Mvelo compared notes.

Home for a moment to journal between therapy and gym struggling to stay awake.

Nevermind the gym. The guys were hanging out outside when I arrived. I said "Look, I came back!" They said "That's nice but we're renovating" and gestured inside to where all the equipment was piled against a wall. Frustrated, I took a lap around the nearby park zoo and got on the first bus anywhere. It took me to where I’ve already been many times, Ciudad Vieja.

#Sonia Love #Outbound to Montevideo

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itscuppicakes · 4 years

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Hey, what’s up?! What kind of music do you headcanon the turtles regularly listening to and how would they feel if someone walked in on them jamming out?

Relationship: Platonic

The turtles x Gender neutral reader

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Raph- Soul music

Raph would seem the type of guy to not jam out, but bob his head to the beat and sing the lyrics

Not loudly, but enough that you can hear him from the other room

When you first heard him singing Didn't I blow your mind this time By Jackie Brown, you were surprised by how gentle and calming his voice was

You walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom, listening to the lyrics

You stood at the doorway for a few minutes before he noticed you

Poor guy's face was so red that you could barely tell where his bandana ended

"Uhhhhh.. H-how long have been standing there?" "Only a few minutes. You have some nice pipes. Anyways, I'm making pizza. Want some?"

You two ate the pizza and he was happy to show you some songs and artists he loved.

Donnie- Electro music

He either sits quietly or full on concert jamming out in his lab, change my mind-

He usually listens to his music in while working

The beats and vibrations of the sounds makes him concentrated and puts him in his work mode

He listens to Electro music and Electro music exclusively

"Don't touch my speakers, or I will have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. call you (least favorite nickname)."

You've caught him jamming out numerous of times, and he reacts the same way every single time.

"... Care to join me?-" "Hell, yes-"

Leo- Glam rock

Will not shut up when listening to music

He's probably heard at least one song from all of the artists in glam rock

A I R G U I T A R

Has tripped and fallen over stuff on his floor bc he never cleans his room

He thinks he's good at singing but he really just sounds like a pterodactyl calling out for it's mate-

Has sung so loud that his brothers (mostly Donnie) have came in his room to tell him to shut up

Just like Donnie, it's not uncommon for you to find him singing, but you love to scare him once you do-

"Gahaha!! How long have you been there?? I'm very busy!!" "Busy doing what? Acting like you're in a concert?" "GET OUT, Y/N-"

Mikey- Hip hop/rap

You shall join him, there are no ands, ifs, or buts about it

He loves to express how he feels through dancing

He tries to rap to the lyrics, but the poor thing always stumbles on the words

"How do they do it so fast??" "Mikey, they probably had tons of practice. You'll get better tho ^^."

One day, You've been watching from afar and were enjoying it

He is just a precious boy being himself, and you just oddly found peace in that

Mikey notices you staring after a minute or two

And being the happi boi he is, said "Hi, y/n!! Wanna join me??"

You denied but he insisted

At first, you felt very out of place, but once Mikey grabbed your hands and danced all goofy like with you, a smile spread across your face

You now dance with him at very random times, but you love it nonetheless

The guys also watch you two prance around in the room, love to see you two get along and giggle

Gahhhhhh- I loved writing this,, it was so adorable!! Thank you for requesting!! Everyone stay safe!!💞

#tmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt mikey

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aninklingof · 3 years

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I created a mythical species….

Honestly it’s more than just a mythical species. I spent most of today building this entire world around one drawing I decided to randomly do.

And so may I present to you….

Aurora Raphaella!

She is what is called a Jaquin, a mythical creature from Latin American legends. Said to be vicious and ugly beasts, part Jaguar, part bird; they are quite the opposite. Jaquins are elegant creatures with their own culture and traditions, they are diverse in color and style, and they are just as beautiful as they are mysterious.

Aurora is just over 500 years old in Jaquinian years, and while that might seem old she is only about 23 in human years. She identifies herself as genderfae, and is a lesbian!

Aurora comes from a family of six: her mother, father, and three sisters. She is the second oldest of her sisters. She and her family live in Tierra de Nubes (Land of Clouds in Spanish), a hidden city on the Andes Mountains on the border of Columbia and Ecuador. This city is a safe haven for Jaquins, lost to time and tucked far away from humans.

Aurora’s personality is very bright and friendly, and almost childlike. She is very competitive, and often challenges her other sisters to races around the city. Only her eldest sister can match her intense spirit.

However she also happens to be quite naive and gullible at times, often falling for her younger sister’s pranks. She tends to be very impulsive as well, a side effect of her competitiveness. She puts her heart into everything she does and runs risk of getting her emotionally wounded when things go awry.

Aurora loves to dance! Ever since she was little she loved watching salsa dancers perform and taught herself how to dance, with the help of her mother.

She also loves flying. She races around the city with her older sister nearly every day, and tends to crash into stands in the marketplace.

She loves to eat extremely spicy foods, a trait passed down from her father. Aurora searches out the spiciest dishes and challenges her father to see who can withstand the heat. She has yet to win any of these challenges, but she’s getting close!

Aurora’s outfits mostly consist of traditional Jaquinian salsa dancer tops (sport bra-styled) and sweatpants she buys from merchant Jaquins that visit the town occasionally with human clothes. She also likes chokers, another human item that she buys from merchants.

—This is all copy-pasted from my notes, and this isn’t even HALF of it. I have an entire folder in my notes for this! I have culture and holidays I made up for them, their own currency, so on and so forth. I’m OBSESSED with these now!!!

If you want me to make a tickle OC out of this I can, but Aurora is much more than a tickle OC. However, I’m willing to write a profile and headcannons for tickling specifically that would be just for Tumblr. Let me know what you think!

#mythical creatures #oc #digital art #character art #worldbuilding #jaquin #art

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deadlyvndead · 4 years

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So I was waiting for my phone to be charged, rewatching Supernatural out of boredom when my mind drifted to Hunter x Hunter. My mind started to think of a few headcanons for the Adult Trio and I had to write them down somewhere.

CHROLLO LUCILFER

➯⠀His favorite colors are gold and black.

➯⠀He smells like leather and that new - car smell.

➯⠀He loves to recite Edgar Allen poems either to himself or to the rest od the Phantom Troupe, wanting to see how they view or analyze the poem's meaning.

➯⠀The only color that will ever be seen on his fingernails is black. A hard no will be given if someone tries to paint his nails with any bright or neon color.

➯⠀He mostly reads high - leveled books. He also enjoys reading mystery books in his spare time.

➯⠀( NSFW ) Dominant, a Top.

➯⠀( NSFW ) He likes it rough, being scratched up, ( maybe, still unsure about this but I can see him liking these ) into bdsm and bondage, and definitely being gagged.

HISOKA MORROW

➯⠀Illumi's Partner - in - Crime and friend.

➯⠀Definitely a make - up expert. Need any help with make - up and / or unsure on how your make - up is? Go to him but be prepared for harsh criticism.

➯⠀Wears Calvin Klein cologne.

➯⠀He takes really good care of his skin.

➯⠀His favorite colors are dark red and magenta.

➯⠀Practices pole - dancing and aerial silks. He is very flexible, believe it or not. Just not as flexible as Illumi.

➯⠀( NSFW ) Stripper?? Maybe. Perhaps when he has nothing else to do and Illumi is busy doing something. I'm still debating on this.

➯⠀( NSFW ) DEFINITELY a Top and will not be submissive. No ifs, ands, or buts.

➯⠀( NSFW ) Is into kinky shit. What kind of kinky shit, I'm still thinking about.

➯⠀( NSFW ) He isn't as rough as Chrollo but he can be his bloodlust is high and in that kind of mood. Being gentle is a major turn - off for him but he may, MAY be willing to be depending on his mood and who it is he's doing it with. He will leave you all scratched up like a scratching post.

➯⠀( NSFW ) Obviously, Hisoka is sadistic, even in bed. One of his turn - ons is blood play. He will not care if the other is or isn't into it, there will be blood involved. Seeing the crimson liquid smeared all over the other person's body excites him, leading to him licking it off. If a woman is on her period, this will not stop him either. Blood is blood no matter which wound or hole it oozes out from.

ILLUMI ZOLDYCK

➯⠀ Hisoka's Partner - in - Crime and＂friend.＂ He will never accept the fact that Hisoka is his friend. He will always deny it. ( I do not ship them romantically and sexually. )

➯⠀He takes really good care of his hair and nails.

➯⠀His favorite colors are turquoise and cyan. Any shade of blueish - green are his favorites tbh.

➯⠀He really enjoys bubble baths. Vanilla - scented bubble baths accompanied with lit candles.

➯⠀There is no way in hell that Illumi would smile genuinely, he is incapable of that. Each one is forced, the corners of his lips are the only muscles that will slightly curve upwards.

➯⠀Sometimes will join Hisoka in aerial skills. He actually is very flexible.

➯⠀( NSFW ) Submissive, a Bottom.

➯⠀( NSFW ) More of a Vanilla person. Yes, he is one of those kinds of people that are boring when it comes to sexual intercourse. Honestly, I see him with a low sex - drive.

This is my first post on this account and platform. I highly doubt this would get any attention but I wanted to post this here. Please don't bash me because you disagree with any of them. These are mine and surely more will be added to this in time. I'm new on this platform and not too sure how to use the tags properly yet.

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter headcanon #chrollo headcanons #hisoka headcanons #illumi headcanons #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morrow #illumi zoldyck

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astralaffairs · 4 years

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french vanilla 01 | gilbert lafayette

title: french vanilla 01

pairing: lafayette x reader

words: 5.7k; this is probably going to shake out to be a trilogy :)

warnings: abundant sexual innuendos, hand fetish lowkey, maria reynolds’s abs, hugh grant mentions, painfully thick sexual tension

desc: you can’t quite place it – maybe it’s his unchecked confidence, or maybe it’s just his arms – but there’s something about your new dance instructor that makes your palms sweat and your head spin – which is, unfortunately for you, not the best combination while suspended two yards above the floor.

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You took a deep breath as you examined the door in front of you, the sign on it confirming that you were in the right place, despite the fact that you -- though you'd never admit it -- desperately hoped you weren't. You'd signed up for pole dancing classes on something of a dare, when you joking about it with your friends lead to you being challenged to really try it. And you never backed down from a challenge.

So there you stood, only feet from the door that determined the next two hours (and two hours every Tuesday and Thursday for the next six weeks) of your fate, ponytail tied tight at the back of your head, still just a bit sore from spending the past few weeks since you'd signed up trying to improve your upper body strength. (You'd quickly found out that you despised lifting, as well as that you were not in nearly good enough shape to continue doing it without every one of your joints aching for the following week.)

Your eyes darted to the clock that hung from the wall to your left, swallowing hard when you saw that if you didn't move soon, you'd be late. As much as you didn't particularly want to pole dance, you wanted even less to be late to pole dancing classes.

You reluctantly entered, less than thrilled to find the class both relatively small (you wouldn't be able to hide at the back just to tell your friends you'd gone) and filled mostly with fairly attractive women in their twenties and thirties. And just like that, you remembered why you preferred not to leave the house.

You dropped your gym bag off to the side near the door, bringing only your water bottle with you, and made your way toward the mass of people in the middle of the room, all stretching and chatting. All right, this wasn't so bad. You could work with chatty women.

"Hey." You approached one on the edge nearest to you, seemingly zeroed in on what she was doing, long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, only having donned leggings and a matching sports bra. "Mind if I sit?" She looked up at your hopeful, if not slightly anxious, smile, and her expression brightened.

"Of course!" Her reply came slightly breathlessly, seeming surprised at your presence, but welcoming nonetheless. She nodded her head toward the space next to her, scooting over just a few inches, but the gesture wasn't lost on you. You gave her a warm smile as you took a seat on the polished hardwood floor, reaching out to stretch one leg. "First time?"

You turned your head to her with wide eyes. Was it that obvious? "Oh! Um, yeah. I'm kind of here on a dare, so we'll see how this turns out," you said with a nervous laugh, "What gave it away?"

She just smiled at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Might just take one to know one," she confessed, "I took a one-session beginners' class a few weeks ago with some friends, but I'm the only one who stuck around, so I think we're in the same boat right now."

You grinned at her. "Y'know what they say; two shipmates are better than one."

"Do they?"

You shared a slight laugh as you held your knee up toward your chest, extending your free hand toward her in greeting. "Y/N."

"Maria." She gladly took your hand, meeting your eyes with a friendly gaze, and you decided then and there that you liked Maria. Besides, you felt safer knowing that you had an ally going into this.

A loud clap and the shuffling of hands came from the front of the room, attracting all your attention. "Alright, ladies!" You lifted your head, breaking her gaze, to look curiously up at the source of the deep French accent, who was also presumably your instructor. Your eyes widened.

You'd been surprised enough that your instructor was a man. Registration had only given you a last name, and while you supposed the class hadn't specified that it was just for women, the lack of men attending the class made it feel strange that it was being taught by one. That wasn't the main source of your surprise, though. The man standing in front of you all as you sat up was, to be quite blunt, gorgeous. He had dark skin and a gorgeous smile, curls pulled back in an unruly bun, arms bulging through the sleeves of his less-than-loose t-shirt. If you'd been nervous before, it was nothing compared to how you felt then.

"It is good to see all of you eager and ready to get right into things. I am your instructor, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch, Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, but I am not expecting any of you to remember all of zat, so please, call me Lafayette," he greeted you all warmly, and you thanked whatever god was up there that he was the instructor, letting out a soft sigh. Otherwise, you thought, your gaze drifting down to the outline of his abs, the staring would probably have weirded him out by now. Though, you realized only moments later that you still weren't quite safe of that as you looked back up to his face, only to find him watching you as he spoke, an eyebrow cocked. You swallowed hard. From that point, though, while he continued talking, his smile didn't revert back from the smirk it'd become.

"I 'ave been a trained pole dancer for nearly seven years now, and 'ave been giving classes for more than three, so I can assure you zat you are in good 'ands with me." You had no doubt about that as he folded his arms across his chest, and you eyed the bulging veins in his forearms, his large hands -- perhaps being attracted to his hands bordered on skeevy, but your moral compass wasn't at the forefront of your mind just then. You couldn't help but admire his physique. "I will be spending ze next several weeks with you building your skills up from ze fundamentals into full pieces of choreography, 'elping you every step of ze way. You will become skilled pole dancers in zis class, although 'ow you choose to use zat skill is entirely up to you."

He gave a playful grin at that, eliciting a laugh from most of the women in the class, though Maria and you shared a weary glance.

"But no matter your choice," he finished, "I look forward to getting to know and to work with each and every one of you." He met your eyes as he said that, and while you couldn't imagine the words could've been directed at you, the intensity of his gaze had you tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth.

You could be in for a long six weeks.

Beyond that, though, you quickly learned that pole dancing was not nearly as easy as you hoped it would be, nor as easy as Lafayette (and surprisingly, Maria, though you should've seen it coming based on the size of her arms and her very prominent abs) made it look.

"Back straight, Y/N," Lafayette commented as he passed you. He'd learned your name about fifteen minutes earlier and had since used it on every opportunity he'd had to visit your side of the room. "Keep your hips out; it will make it easier to 'old ze structure of ze position." You huffed, pushing your chest forward and your hips back, your arms shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up, let alone maintain proper form. "Perfect. Now loosen your grip a little bit; swing your legs slowly around ze pole."

"I'm gonna fall if I do," you whined breathlessly, focused on your own conquest to not bruise your tailbone too much to glance up and take notice of how he was watching you. He laughed.

"Just try it. Do not worry so much." While you scowled, trying to pull yourself up a bit so as to have more room to slide down as you tried to swing around the pole, you heard heavy footsteps approaching you from behind. "'ere. Let me 'elp you."

You inhaled sharply as you felt Lafayette rest his hands on your hips. You glanced back nervously over your shoulder, found his face only inches from yours, a small smile resting on his lips, and you gulped, turning back.

"Go ahead; I will not let you fall. You can trust me." While you could feel your heart rate increase in the close proximity, your face heating up, you let out a shaky breath and nodded. You could feel his warm breath dancing over the skin of your neck as you loosened your grip on the pole, sliding down a few uneven inches, and began swinging your legs off to the side, little by little.

"Careful, chérie," his voice came from behind you, hardly a breath over your shoulder as his grip tightened on your hips, pads of his fingers pressing ever so slightly into your skin. He pushed you slightly forward as you slowly went through the motions. "Ah! Back straight."

You could still hear his grin in his voice but could do little more than scowl in your struggle. You pursed your lips, arched your back, and the pressure from his fingertips began to ease as you reached a suspended sitting position next to the pole, using your momentum to swing yourself around.

"Bon travail, Y/N," he said softly, his lips only a breath from your ear as he pulled back. Your heart pounded, grip still shaking, though you weren't sure anymore that it was only from struggling to stay up.

He went back to wandering through the rows of women, shouting tips and encouragement over the music with a wide smile, and it took all of your willpower to not stare at his retreating form. You repeated the move a few times, making sure you could get it on your own, watched the ease with which Maria seemed to go through it. Eventually, your face stopped burning (you didn't like having to admit to yourself why it'd started), and you went on with the choreography, Lafayette demonstrating the next moves. Your eyes widened as you realized how little you had of the skill the rest of the dance needed.

"Now do not worry, everyone," he called out, as everyone sat on the floor in front of him, drinking some water and resting. "I know 'ow intimidating zis looks right now, but none of you are expected to get it on ze first try." His words did little to comfort you as you glanced around the room, knew most of these women would probably be able to pull it off better than you would.

"And if you cannot seem to get it after a while, remember: I am 'ere to be your teacher. You can always," --he caught your eye at those words, the corners of his lips quirking up in a mischievous smile-- "Always, ask for 'elp." He shot you a wink at the end of his sentence, and while most of the women had already begun chattering to those around them (you caught snippets about not minding him helping them out, if you knew what they meant), you couldn't break his gaze, a chill running down your spine.

You couldn't quite place it just yet -- maybe it was his unchecked confidence, the tempter integral to his person, or maybe it was just his arms -- but there was something about your new dance instructor that made your palms sweat and your head spin -- which was, unfortunately for you, not the ideal combination while trying not to fall on your ass, suspended two yards above the floor.

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"You were looking pretty good today, Y/N." Maria winked at you as you packed up your bag. You'd known her for only about a week, now, but had grown quickly attached to her, enjoyed getting to know her. The pair of you had become fast friends. You'd expressed offhandedly your insecurity being in that class alone -- albeit a pole-dancing class -- and she'd subsequently taken it upon herself to tell you how great you were doing about twice a minute.

You rolled your eyes at her with a laugh, taking a drink of water. "Not so bad yourself, Lewis." You wiggled your eyebrows at her flirtatiously, and she scoffed.

"Don't lead me on like this," she teased, "I just might get the wrong idea."

You only grinned, tucking your water bottle into your bag along with the rest of your things. "And if I want you to?"

She laughed, shooting you a wink as she turned to leave. "If you're interested, L/N, you know how to find me," she sang as she walked over to the door, flashing a smile over her shoulder as she shut it behind her. You laughed to yourself as she left, fixing your ponytail before zipping your bag. The rapport was all playful, of course, neither of you expecting the other to take your words as being in earnest, but candidly, you were struggling to figure out whether you'd rather screw Maria or be her. Either way, she was undeniably adding excitement to your life.

As you tightened your ponytail, you swung your bag onto your shoulder, phone in hand as you checked the time. You walked up to the front of the room as everyone began to slowly filter out, needing to talk to Lafayette before you left about your plans for the next class, and feeling astoundingly anxious to do so.

You found him off to the side chatting with someone you didn't recognize, another woman from your class, and his eyes met yours as you neared him. His expression lit up, brows raising and smile broadening as his eyes met yours, and while he nodded along halfheartedly to what it was he was being told, for the time being, it took him about half a sentence after that to wave her off with an "au revoir" that left her giggling. (You couldn't judge her; you'd heard his accent, seen his blinding smile. You'd be no different in her position, and you very well knew it.)

"Y/N, what can I do for you?" he asked, folding his arms with an easy smile as you approached him. You returned the smile, pulling your bag higher up on your shoulder as you reached him.

"Hey, Lafayette," you breathed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I just wanted to talk to you about next class." He arched a brow. "So, I'm not going to be able to make it here this Thursday; I have a board meeting for my job in the evening. I was just thinking, since I know we're working on like a full piece of choreography and everything, is there any way I can keep up with it outside of class?"

He raised his eyebrows, considered you for a moment. "Are your Wednesday nights free?" You pursed your lips, shook your head, and he let out a hum of discontent. "Alright. Zere is a video and walkthrough I can send you of ze next part of ze choreography, so zat you can learn it on your own time. Would zat 'elp?"

You smiled. "Yeah, that'd be great. Is the video of the whole dance, or...?" You trailed off, the question left unsaid, and he nodded as he began to dig through the bag he had left near the front of the room, slinging it over his shoulder as he did so.

"Oui. I can tell you which part of it we will be learning zis Thursday, so zat you can just follow along." He finally emerged from the bag, holding his phone with an easy smile. "Can I 'ave your number, chérie?"

Your eyebrows shot up. What had he just asked? "I'm sorry?"

"Your number?" he repeated, slowly that time, his smile widening, "So zat I can send you ze choreography for Thursday?"

Your eyes widened at your own foolishness, and you let out an anxious breath. Heat was creeping up the back of your neck. "Oh! Right, yeah--"

"Now why did you think I was asking you, hm?" He cocked a challenging brow, seemingly enjoying your reaction. "Did you think I 'ad some ulterior motive? Zat would be entirely inappropriate, chérie." Despite his words, his expression, his teasing grin told you he was amused by the idea, if not intrigued by it. However, you were winded.

"You just caught me off guard," you said, breathless, and he let out a light laugh.

"Of course." He glanced back down at his phone and up at you with an expectant gaze, and your eyes widened. He was still waiting on your number.

"Oh! Right." You gave him the string of numbers as he made you a contact in his phone. Finally, he nodded, looking up at you with a small smile.

"Thank you," he said, eyes shining as he regarded you, though, now, his mischievous gaze had begun to turn wolfish. "I'll be texting you, chérie."

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As promised, Lafayette did send you the choreography; the videos were more helpful than you'd expected them to be, considering the only place you had to practice was the bar that divided your doorway in two. (How foolish you felt doing it was extraneous to your ultimate goal.) Thankfully, the next Tuesday passed without a hitch. As did the next Thursday. You were getting noticeably stronger, or otherwise less helpless in your ability to stay upright; you were getting closer and closer with Maria, and more and more intrigued by Lafayette. He was abundantly friendly, and his ability to command a room was enviable, but your unfortunate sticking place was how it seemed he'd already become more than familiar with every woman in the class. He was chatty, obviously, but it was impossible to determine whether his flirty demeanor was unconscious, or whether he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn't know quite what to make of him, but you certainly enjoyed eyeing him from the back of the room as you pondered it.

However, his earlier words were stuck firmly in the back of your mind, regardless of whether they'd been sincere. He's your teacher, you reminded yourself, every time you caught yourself staring at his straining biceps when he demonstrated the choreography. It would be entirely inappropriate.

And while your rational mind was right there with you, more than ready to jump ship on the fruitless ordeal of pining after your gorgeous dance instructor with the even more gorgeous accent, neither your hormones nor your heart seemed to agree. While, yes, they understood very well how inappropriate the scenario was, their mantra was something more along the lines of, I'm so fucked.

To say the least, you were in deep.

You wiped sweat from your brow with the hem of your tank top as you retreated to your bag, Lafayette still shouting to everyone from the front of the class as they began to disperse, and you all but entirely tuned out his naive encouragement, reminding you all to keep up the good work. Instead, you grabbed a drink of your water as you walked over to find Maria.

"Hey." You grinned, taking a drink of your water, and she looked over at you with an easy smile, brow raised.

"Hey." She swung her bag onto her shoulder. "You find that any easier than I did?"

You had to scoff at the question, reminiscence painful despite her teasing tone. "Are you really asking me that, now? You're supposed to be the in-shape one in this relationship."

She grinned. "I can't pick up all your slack, L/N. A relationship is supposed to be a two-way street."

"Guess I'll have to step up my game, then." You had to remind yourself exactly why you'd approached her as she dug through her bag, pulling out a sweat towel, her abs flexing as she strained to support the bag in front of her. (You were getting progressively less sure you wouldn't be sliding into her DMs at any point.) She raised her eyebrows at you as she took a drink of water, waiting for you to continue.

You cleared your throat. "So, I was thinking, me and a few of my friends are planning on going to grab dinner after work this Friday, just to go hang out. Would you wanna join us? I think you'd like them."

She pursed her lips, and despite her nonchalance, her smiling eyes gave away how she'd softened at the invitation. "Yeah, I'm down. Where are you all going?"

"Dunno yet." You shrugged, but couldn't help your grin. You were just a bit too excited for Maria to meet your friends. "Probably just someplace downtown?"

She held your endeared gaze another moment before she spoke. "Yeah, sure, can you text m--"

"Y/N!" Both your heads turned as Lafayette approached with a wide smile, cutting off both your invitation and your eagerness to tell Maria everything there was to know about your friends. You hoped desperately that they'd hit it off. (You noticed in the corner of your vision Maria rolling her eyes as he approached.)

It seemed everyone else in the class had cleared out at that point, so he'd apparently decided that interrupting your conversation was appropriate. "Was ze video 'elpful?"

You let out a light sigh, nodded with a smile. "For sure. Thanks for sending it."

"Of course, chérie."

You pulled your bag further up on your shoulder as you glanced away from him, again meeting Maria's eyes. "So are we on for Friday?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She grinned, threw you a playful wink. "I'll be sure to wear something tight."

"What is Friday?" Lafayette interjected as you laughed, and you turned to see his raised brow. Maria had at that point begun to leave, checking her missed texts; apparently, she didn't have much interest in sticking around to chat with Lafayette. You shrugged.

"Not much. Just bringing Maria out with some of my friends. No special occasion."

"And you did not bother to invite me?" He raised his eyebrows, letting out a mocking gasp, and despite being unable to stifle your smile, you rolled your eyes. "I am not sure whether to be offended."

"Sorry, Lafayette; this one's girls only." His facade of a pout grew. "Can't just violate the sanctity of ladies' night like that. Wouldn't be fair."

"So when do I get to meet the rest of your friends?"

"You've met Maria, haven't you?" He huffed, and your grin grew at his adverse reaction. You knew, by then, not to take Lafayette's quips as being in earnest, but you didn't have to avoid being entertained by them.

"Ah, Y/N, I see 'ow it is. Do not worry, I take no offense."

"Wasn't worried," you reassured him, digging through the side of your bag to retrieve your sweatshirt.

He let out a snort of laughter. "Now I take some offense."

"Why would you?"

He ignored that, continuing, "Perhaps I will 'ave to get Maria to invite me to her 'ladies' nights' instead. You would not be invited, of course, since I am apparently not good enough to penetrate your inner circle."

You didn't bother even to humor him, fishing your phone out of your pocket. "Buy me dinner first," you teased, tone dry, and he grinned.

"Per'aps I will."

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You didn't think about that interaction even once before Friday. Though Lafayette and Maria both maintained a place in your subconscious, your dance lessons, your Friday plans, all slid to the back burner as you spent your time working day and night, redrafting and finishing a long-term report for your job. It happened to be due Friday, so that ultimately became your priority leading up to the end of the workweek.

Thankfully, after the exhaustion the past few days had put you through, no one had been all that invested in the idea of going out on the town, so your night out became a night in, watching tacky romcoms at low volumes on Eliza's couch and arguing over which Hugh Grant film was the best of his phases. (The answer was obviously Notting Hill, but to each their own.)

Maria was meshing well with your small girl group, much to your delight, but seeing the way she and Angelica had been making eyes at each other all night made you groan internally. (Angelica still had a boyfriend, mind you, but she seemed to have conveniently forgotten that detail.)

You were just reaching the first confession scene in Bridget Jones's Diary when your phone first pinged. Your instinct was just to turn it over, hide the glow of the screen in the couch cushions, but whoever had messaged you apparently had plans other than letting you all pine for Colin Firth's Mark Darcy. Your notification sound went off once more before you decided you had to turn it on silent -- that, and Eliza's glare when it kept going off had scared you into submission. (Did whoever was texting her not know that double-texting was a bother, or did they just not care?)

When you finally turned your phone over to turn the ringer off, your pulse jumped, and your stomach turned.

lafayette sent: hey

lafayette sent: u up?

However, after you processed the initial shock of seeing his name show up in your notifications, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the content of the texts.

Y/N sent: are you deliberately interrupting my girls' night out of spite, or did you need something?

lafayette sent: your assumption hurts me

lafayette sent: i could never be so spiteful

Y/N sent: i'm sure

Y/N sent: other than the alternate girls' night you've decided to set up just to exclude me from it, of course

lafayette sent: extenuating circumstances :(

Y/N sent: how??

lafayette sent: you excluded me first :((

Y/N sent: isn't that like, the definition of spite???

lafayette sent: depends on your perspective

Y/N sent: don't think that's how that works

"Y/N," Eliza hissed, yanking your attention from the text string. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights when you met her eyes, instinctively pulling your phone closer to hide the screen. "Either put that away or go to the kitchen; I'm trying to appreciate corporate Hugh Grant."

"Sorry for distracting you from your very important engagement," you grumbled as you picked yourself up from the couch, sliding your legs out from under where Maria and Angelica were all but in one another's laps. You eyed them with an amused smile before retreating from where your friends lay.

Y/N sent: anyway, why'd you text me?

lafayette sent: turns out working late on a friday isn't the party it's made out to be

lafayette sent: can you blame me for looking for a bit of entertainment?

Y/N sent: what happened to texting me being "entirely inappropriate"?

lafayette sent: didn't i just mention how bored i am???

lafayette sent: desperate times, desperate measures

You rolled your eyes.

Y/N sent: calling talking to me a 'desperate measure' isn't the way to stop me from blocking you

lafayette sent: my apologies

lafayette sent: but what's more entertaining than doing something "entirely inappropriate" on a friday night?

Y/N sent: the girls night that you weren't invited to

lafayette sent: hurtful

lafayette sent: i had to work anyway, so you would not have been graced with my presence

Y/N sent: why are you still at work??

Y/N sent: who the hell is taking dance lessons at 11 pm on a friday

lafayette sent: teaching dance isn't my only job

lafayette sent: i have to pay the bills somehow

Y/N sent: what else do you do?

lafayette sent: unimportant

Y/N sent: ah yes because that makes it seem less suspicious

lafayette sent: i am glad

Y/N sent: seriously tho, are you a bartender? secretly a cook at some fancy dinner place?

Y/N sent: a spy sent to infiltrate city hall by night??

lafayette sent: you are a poor guesser

Y/N sent: i don't have much info to work with

Y/N sent: that'd be like me telling you to guess what i'm wearing while i was dressed in drag

Y/N sent: you aren't exactly making it obvious

lafayette sent: what ARE you wearing? 👀

You inhaled sharply, heat creeping up the back of your neck as you leaned back against the kitchen counter.

Y/N sent: go back to work

lafayette sent: am i not exciting enough for you?

Y/N sent: i think you can find a different 'entirely inappropriate' way to spend your friday

lafayette sent: perhaps you're right

lafayette sent: i suppose my job fills the same purpose

Y/N sent: ?????

Y/N sent: you do know you're just making yourself sound more and more like some kind of criminal, right??

lafayette sent: goodnight, cherie

lafayette sent: i am sorry to leave you with your boring evening

Y/N sent: ur loss

lafayette sent: i cannot disagree

lafayette sent: dream of me ;)

Despite how clichéd the line was, you could, by then, feel your cheeks burning as you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. You should've turned off the phone right then; he was done texting you, and it'd saved you a world of trouble, but your fixation on reading and re-reading the messages was your downfall.

"Who have you been texting?"

You jumped at the voice from the entrance to the kitchen, pulse spiking. There stood Maria, a skeptical eyebrow raised with an empty wine glass. You forced a smile, shrugged as she neared you, holding the phone up to your chest.

"No one. Just a friend."

She hummed in understanding as she walked around to your other side, reaching for the bag of Takis you could only assume Eliza had sent her to grab. "Seemed like you were having quite a reaction to texting 'just a friend.'"

She gave you a knowing smile that you couldn't help but return, despite rolling your eyes when she wiggled her eyebrows at you. "Don't worry about it. It's no one."

However, with how self-conscious and consumed in your own thoughts you were, you didn't notice her peering over your shoulder when you went to turn off your phone screen.

"Lafayette?!" Her whisper-shout directly in your ear had you flinching away, taking a step back when she reached for your phone. "You've been texting Lafayette all evening?"

If you'd felt embarrassed just reading his texts, by then, your skin was burning. Maria looked well-beyond intrigued, and you pursed your lips to hide your smile. "It's not like that. Let's go finish the movie."

You tucked your phone into your back pocket, turning to go with her back to your living room, but as deftly as you should've expected from her, she swiped your phone from your jeans, turning away to snoop through your messages before you could even begin to react.

"Maria!" you scowled, whirling around to find her wearing a mischievous grin.

"Now, what exactly is on here that you don't want me looking through?" She glanced back over her shoulder at you, her gaze teasing as she went and unlocked your phone. You would never have imagined this would be why you came to regret giving her your passcode.

"Give me my phone," you groaned, following her back toward the counter, your anxiety spiking alongside your fatigue. You were too tired to earnestly give chase. "It's just logistical stuff for class. It's not what you're thinking."

"Mhm." Her skeptical tone told you all you needed to know.

You buried your face in your hands when she turned back to you with wide eyes. "Y/N. Are you fucking serious?"

"What?"

"Why haven't you fucked Lafayette yet?"

"What?" You looked at her in shocked disbelief, brow furrowed. She only looked at you expectantly, apparently still looking for an answer, and you scowled. "Give me my phone back. C'mon."

"Listen, I'm the one who's had to listen to you two flirting every day after class; I think I'm allowed to have an opinion in this by now." Apparently, she was ignoring your pleas for her to leave your sex life alone for the evening.

"We have not been flirting. Don't be dramatic."

"He started a conversation with, 'you up?' That's how people start booty calls, okay? There is nothing platonic about this."

You rolled your eyes, reaching over to snatch your phone from her hands, and this time, she put up little resistance, if any. "That's just how he is. It's not personal. Have you seen the way he talks to every other woman in our class?"

She folded her arms, pinning you with a skeptical stare. "I can promise you he isn't texting the rest of the women in our class at 11 PM on a Friday looking for an invite to their place."

"That's out of context!" you argued, but she didn't seem convinced. "Can we just go back to the movie? Please?"

For a moment, neither of you said anything, and she pursed her lips. "Fine." She brushed past you as she unrolled the bag of Takis, throwing you one last sly grin over her shoulder. "But don't think you're off the hook, L/N. This is far from over."

"Duly noted." Your dead stare didn't discourage how smug she looked as you walked together back into your living room. You couldn't help but think that her snooping into your sex life was mildly hypocritical as you eyed how touchy she and Angelica had become in just a few short hours, but you decided to put it out of your mind. The movie only had about an hour left, anyway.

You pulled out your phone to check the time as Eliza leaned over to you on the couch. "What was all that about? We could hear you and Maria from here."

"Don't worry about it," you murmured, glancing down at your phone screen. The time read 11:24 PM, but when you went to power it off, a notification caught your eye.

lafayette sent: i know i'll be dreaming of you

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