#may your day tomorrow be very chill and nice
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i’m going to curl up in a corner somewhere during the christmas parties i’m going to and reading or writing silly little things TwT i won’t be allowed to bring my headphones so i can’t listen to music it’s a great pain here
NOOOOO Christmas parties.... the bane of introverted artists.... i hope you're able to find a nice corner somewhere and can enjoy the evening in your own way
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Like an Unquenchable Flame, I See You - Ominis x FemReader
It's happening.
For your listening pleasure -> This Banger Song. And This Banger Song. AND A THIRD ONE FOR GIGGLES
Summary: A letter comes for the Fifth year, bearing a long awaited first date.
Word Count: ~5,200 words of pure fluff and romance
Warnings: kissing ;)
Read more of my Ominis Fics Here!
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The winter’s pale afternoon light filters into the Astronomy Wing’s lounge through the half-mooned window and warms the chilled air. Other students chat around her as they use their free day to catch up on classwork. Her studies are strewn about on the table in front of her, but it’s a letter which captivates her attention. She holds the fine parchment in her hands, her smile failing to stay concealed as it spreads across her face. She’s read the letter several times since it first arrived this morning. Her name is written in beautiful penmanship at the top, followed by very direct instructions:
Meet me by the North Lawn near the fountain.
6 o'clock.
Don’t be late.
The most intriguing part of the note is the signature. A simple ‘O’. She traces over the singular letter with a warm smile. His request has done nothing but occupy her mind. And she still has a few more hours to wait. She curses him, knowing he did this on purpose to keep her in such dire suspense. And doing it on a day with no classes, so she can’t even corner him is beyond clever if not a bit cruel.
“Studying?” Natty’s voice pierces her lamenting and she doesn’t have time to hide the letter from Natty’s sharp eyes. “Ah, is it a note from Professor Fig? What does it say?”
She’s tempted to lie, just for a moment, but Natty would see right through whatever excuse she comes up with. She closes her eyes with a sigh and hands the note over to Natty.
“Not from Professor Fig.”
Natty raises a brow as she reads the letter. A wide smile comes over Natty as she takes a seat on the couch next to her blushing friend.
“Not from Professor Fig indeed. And I can assume the ‘O’ is for-,”
“Ominis. Yes.” Her eyes are trained above at the swirling mass of clouds and constellations.
Natty’s smile grows bigger despite biting her bottom lip to keep it contained, “I am surprised.”
“You are?” She turns her attention back on Natty.
“Yes. Surprised it has taken him so long to ask you on a date.” Natty giggles.
She rolls her eyes with an amused grin, “It might not be a date. It could be that he just needs help with something.”
Natty narrows her eyes with a shake of her head, “‘Help with something’? Not even you believe that. This is most definitely a date.”
She takes the letter back from Natty, rereading it once more with a smile.
“It certainly sounds like a date, doesn’t it?” She murmurs.
“Well, what are you going to be wearing for this possible date? Surely not your school robes.”
She frowns, “I-I haven’t thought about that. I mean, does it even matter?”
Natty huffs, “Of course it matters! He may not see the difference, but he will know.”
She hums in thought, her head nodding, “You’re right. I may have an idea then.”
“Good! Now, for your hair…”
Natty is quick to press her assistance in helping the Fifth year get ready for her rendezvous with Ominis. By the time six o’clock is near, Natty is giving her final inspection, her eyes bright with joy.
“You look beautiful, my friend.” Natty squeezes her forearms with a giggle.
“Thank you, Natty. You’ve been invaluable to me.” She slips on her coat and she starts to head out.
“You can repay me by telling me everything tomorrow at breakfast.” Natty grins, waving to her as she leaves.
“I promise.”
She’s practically skipping on her way to the North Lawn, her mind whirling with what Ominis could have in store for them.
“Well, well. Someone looks nice.” Sebastian calls out as she’s crossing Central Hall. He’s angled like he’s heading to the library, not to her surprise.
“Why, thank you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrow and he stalks closer to her, “You know, Ominis was also getting all fancy, too.”
“Oh? Was he?” She feigns confusion, but her gleeful face gets the better of her.
He crosses his arms, “Yeah. He seemed pretty excited. If not nervous. Guess that means you two are going out, eh?”
She meets his eyes despite wanting to look away from his accusatory stare, “Perhaps. Is that a problem?”
He shakes his head, “Not at all.” His brows furrow and he shifts more towards her to say in a low voice, “But, it will be if you break his heart. I mean it. I’ve never seen him act like this before. So it must mean he cares about you. A lot. So, you better not hurt him.”
She’s taken aback by Sebastian’s hostility. She’s quick to place her hand on his forearm with a nod, “I won’t, Sebastian. I care for Ominis, too. And the last thing I would ever want to do; is hurt him. I hope you trust me enough to believe that.”
Sebastian’s harsh features melt away and he gives her a warm smile, “I know. And I do. Trust you, that is.” He sighs, like a weight has been taken off of him, and he pats her hand, “Well, you better go meet him. He doesn’t like waiting, ya know.”
She steps away, giving a final wave, as she rushes towards the North Exit.
The cold air greets her as she steps outside. She finds Ominis pacing by the fountain. He’s wearing a nice suit, but nothing overly formal. He’s put effort into himself and the thought makes her blush. He has something behind his back and as she nears, he’s quick to face her with his arms staying behind him.
“Good evening.” He greets her with a smile.
“Good evening to you as well.”
He approaches her and reveals what he’s hiding, “These are for you.”
It’s a bouquet of white flowers wrapped with a piece of twine at their stem. She takes them, already smelling their sweet fragrance before she brings them to her nose.
“Oh, Ominis. These are beautiful.” She whispers. “I feel terrible. I didn’t get you anything.”
He smiles, “Unnecessary. You being here is more than enough.”
He shifts between his feet then takes a sharp breath, “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
He nods, “Yes. You never cease to surprise me. ‘Tis only fair I attempt to do the same.”
“May I ask what sort of surprise?”
He smirks, “You’ll just have to be patient.” He reaches into his pocket and reveals a long piece of thick cloth. “If you wouldn’t mind turning around.”
She raises a brow with a wide smile, “Oh?” She turns around, closing her eyes as she hears him walk closer to her. He places the cloth over her eyes and ties it into place. His fingers glide along her left arm until he’s able to slip his hand into hers.
“No peeking. I’ll know if you do.” He then adds, “And before you make any smart comment, I’m well aware of the irony of our situation.”
She giggles, “You must admit, it is humorous to think about.”
He tugs her and she’s quick to follow. He walks with an easy pace and his grip on her is strong and secure.
“And how do I know you aren’t leading me to the Black Lake to leave me for the squid?”
His features soften as he grins at the reminder, “You’ll just have to trust me.”
Her heart flutters at not seeing his smile, but only hearing it.
“I suppose I will then.” She whispers.
She’s sure they’re heading towards the castle until he guides them to the left, following the path. She hears the pebbles scrap against stone as they stroll across the lawn.
“Careful. Stairs.” He warns as he moves closer to guide her. She gasps at the first step being a more intense drop than she was anticipating. She tucks in at his side and wraps her other hand around his arm. They take each step together with him keeping her steady.
“Last step.” He says.
Her foot lands on something softer than stone. Dirt, perhaps. With the crunch of snow underfoot, it’s hard to tell. He keeps walking them forward and she hears the rustle of leaves before she feels them fall on her shoulder. A fire crackles next to her then hinges whine as he opens a door.
“More stairs. Don’t worry. I got you.”
It’s strange being so dependent on someone for something as simple as stairs. An activity she’s done a hundred times now seems scary and unknown. Each step she takes down is akin to stepping off a cliff. Without Ominis holding her so firmly, she’s sure she would’ve fallen several times by now. She does rather enjoy leaning on him though. An excellent excuse to be close to him. To feel his strong grip around her hand which gives her encouraging squeezes after every few steps.
She’s aware they’re inside somewhere dank and wet, but it’s short lived. They’re back outside and he takes her down several flights of stairs on a broken, dirt and snow-covered path. She hears rushing water ahead. The birds sing their last song for the day and the bugs chitter as they welcome the frigid night. She catches hints of the flowers he gave her and his arboreous cologne as well as the cool damp air from the river.
Her heart flutters not only from him but from her lack of sight. The world feels vastly different like this. While she’s somewhat aware of where they’re going, it’s the mystery which sets her blood ablaze.
“You’re nervous.” He states more so than asks.
“A bit. It’s strange. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Even if I have, it’s all so foreign. But exciting as well.”
“Good. It’s not much further.” He squeezes her hand as he leads her across a bridge.
“May I get a hint on where you’re taking me?” She asks after they cross a second bridge. Brush and grass rub her legs and catch her clothes as they pass and the snow is more predominant here.
“Patience. We’re nearly there.” He teases.
She hears hints of water lapping to shore and she wonders if her earlier remark about the Black Lake may be true. He leads them off the path and they traverse through overgrown foliage until the ground softens beneath her boots.
They’re most certainly by the lake.
He chuckles at her stiff posture, “I promise, I’m not letting that giant squid have you for dinner.”
She giggles, “So we are by the lake then. How interesting.”
He continues to lead her along the beach, curving away from it until he stops.
“We have to step up here.” He says while taking the step himself. He helps her up and takes her a few steps forward. He leans closer to her to whisper, “We’re here.”
His hand leaves hers and she longs for his warmth as soon as he departs. He unties the blindfold and she slowly opens her eyes. She gasps at the sight before her.
Under a tree with red leaves, is an old, teal rug with a gray blanket on top. The rug has seen several seasons by how worn it looks. Surrounding the whole nook, are stacks of rocks of varying heights. There’s some sort of charm in place as the area is noticeably warmer and the snow halts at the stacks of rocks.
She looks around and the castle is in front of them, its windows starting to glow with golden light. The lake is tranquil with waves stretching along the lonely beach. A rolling fog settles over the water, and if she were here alone, she’d find the atmosphere eerie instead of so inviting. The half-moon casts its incandescent light upon them between the gaps of dark clouds looming in the sky.
“What is this place?” She wonders.
Ominis smiles, “Somewhere private. For the most part.”
He pulls out a wrapped bundle from his pocket then gestures towards the rug, “I hope you’re hungry.”
He throws the bundle and in the blink of an eye, a whole picnic spreads out on the rug; candles and all. She stares at Ominis in a bit of disbelief. His hand takes hers, as if knowing she’s in shock, and he leads her towards the picnic. They sit down next to one another. The warm glow of the candles makes the whole nook feel even more secluded as it shields them from the dark night surrounding them.
“I must say, I am certainly surprised.” She whispers.
His cheeks grow red while he passes her a plate, “I’m glad to hear it.”
She grabs one of the pieces of food and pops it in her mouth with a satisfied hum. She’s not sure how he was able to have an entire meal enchanted to be just as warm and fresh as when it was first prepared, but she’s not about to complain. They chat about whatever comes to mind. Their conversation flows all the way to dessert. She spins her spoon around her empty bowl before she shifts her gaze over to Ominis.
“So, Gaunt, do you take all the girls here?” She smirks while she places her bowl away.
“No.” He says rather sternly. “I mean, no, I haven’t taken anyone here before. Not to say that I’ve done this before. I-I haven’t done-, I haven’t been with-,” His brows furrow as he rambles.
She places her hand on his arm, “I’m sorry. I was being facetious. This is all so lovely, Ominis.”
He eases and spares her a smile, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was told this was a nice place to…,”
She cranes her head, “To what?”
He shifts in place, his brows pinching together and his lips pursing as he sorts his thoughts.
“May I ask something of you? It’s alright if you refuse.”
“Of course. Anything.”
He angles himself to face her, “Would you allow me to touch your face? I’m aware of the oddity in the request. And you won’t upset me if you refuse. I know we’ve spent a great deal of time together, but I’m afraid I’m missing a very vital piece of you. And, I only wish to know you better. ”
She smiles at how nervous he is and how much he’s trying to hide it. She moves herself closer and grabs both of his hands. She guides his hands up then leaves them hovering just over her cheeks.
“You may.”
He takes a deep breath then presses his fingertips to her face. She closes her eyes as his cold fingers trace over her features in near reverence. He starts from her forehead and trickles down until he reaches her chin. He traces back up, spreading his fingers out to cover nearly all of her face.
Ominis chuckles to himself, “I used to do this with Sebastian and Anne during our first year.” He smiles as the memory plays out in his mind, “They made it into a game. Would make me guess who was who just by touch. Going so far as to spin me around several times to ensure I couldn’t figure it out. But, I always did.”
“How could you tell who was who?” She wonders with a smile.
Ominis goes over the bridge of her nose, “Sebastian would scrunch his nose every time. While Anne,” he moves his hands down to her lips, “she would be grinning like a mad-woman.”
“Very clever.” She smiles, making him do the same.
He travels over the contours of her face. His lips parting every so often as he memorizes every detail. His fingers brush along her hairline and tucks away any stray hairs in his path. He feels every minute detail of her. The pinch of her brows. The subtle creases around her eyes as she smiles. The raised skin of a scar from a victorious battle. All important for him to memorize. For this is who she is.
He forces himself to lower his hands away from her, lest he keep her the whole night with his probing.
“Well? Did I pass your inspection?” She smirks with an amused lift in her voice.
“With flying colors. You’re beautiful.” He admits, making her let out a soft gasp. “But, I knew that already.”
Her heart jumps into her throat at how peaceful he seems.
He turns his head back towards her, a question just on the tip of his tongue. His easy smile shifts into a frown.
“What is it?” She wonders.
“I have something else to ask you.” He whispers.
“Anything.” She says just as quietly back.
His eyes are ahead with a coldness which rivals the winter’s breeze. The candles’ light extinguish while he gathers himself and she’s left with only the occasional light from the moon.
“What do you see when you look at me?”
She opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What words could she possibly use to describe him? None of them seem enough to explain how utterly celestial he is. And she doubts he wants to hear platitudes about his beauty. With how his body has grown rigid, she suspects there’s more to this question than meets the eye.
“What do you mean?” She wonders.
His lips purse, “I mean exactly that. What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a helpless, blind boy? A friend? A fellow student? Or someone of status? Someone from the proud Salazar Slytherin bloodline. Tell me. What do you see? I wish to know.”
She stares at him and he can feel her eyes roaming over him. He’s silent as she moves towards him. He suppresses a jolt when her fingers brush against his shoulder.
“The first thing I noticed was how you carried yourself. Proud. But, not in an arrogant way. You’re confident. Sure of yourself. I admire that about you.” She moves up his shoulder, skirting around his jaw and ear to get to his hairline.
“I noticed your hair next. Neatly done. Not quite brown, but not blonde either.” She brushes through his hair and he shivers.
She smiles as she continues, “I saw right away how brilliant you are. Your tongue, sharp and deadly. But, you also listen. Truly, listen.” She moves to cup his cheek, her other hand joining in. Her thumbs brush over where the corner of his lips are. “Your smile. While you rarely show it, I love your smile. All forms of it. The mischievous one after you say something witty. The triumphant one when you’ve discovered something, or figured a problem out. This one.” She comments in a quiet voice, making him blush further. “It’s soft. And it makes me happy when I see it.”
“I most like these dotting your face.” She touches the dark beauty marks on his pale skin. “They remind me of stars. A constellation upon your face. It’s beautiful.”
“Then I saw your eyes.” She brushes underneath his eyes. He shuts them and she grazes over his eyelids. “You may think it silly, but I find your eyes to be my favorite part about you. They’re beautiful. Like the moon hidden behind an overcast sky, they hold so much. When you smile, it makes them shine. When you’re troubled, it’s like there’s a storm. And you make me feel like you see me. You see my true self when no one else seems to.”
His eyes open and his lips part, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as her hands cup his face. He holds her wrists, letting the rawness of her emotions wash over him.
“I see you, Ominis.” She whispers. “You’re all I see.”
His breath hitches and he shuts his eyes once more to contain himself.
“That was… not the answer I was expecting.” He murmurs, his eyes slowly opening. He lowers her hands from his face and holds her hands between them.
“I asked what you see, not as a means to hear your flattery, but because I’m not… I come from a family line obsessed with Pure-blood status. For me to be interested in you, goes against everything they stand for. You would be deemed a passing infatuation in their eyes.”
“And is that what I am? A passing infatuation?”
He shakes his head and his face contorts into near pain, “No. You are many things, but not that. Never that. Not to me.” He sighs, his hands squeezing hers, “It is because I don’t want this to be just some impermanent moment between us that I’m telling you any of this. I want to be more. I want to be so much more with you, but I can’t, with good conscience, allow such a thing to happen unless you know the truth.”
“The truth?” She shifts in place at the growing distress radiating from him. She can only hold his hands tighter while he continues.
“My family values status. Above all else. They would never approve of you, nor my relationship with you. Not to mention my cecity. You may not comment on it, but it is an incumbrance. I will never be able to do the things others are able to. There are numerous caveats and drawbacks associated with me. And I’m no fool. I know you would have a much more pleasant experience with any of the other boys in our class. And I could never promise you that things would get easier, or if you would ever be truly happy with me.”
He fully faces her, his jaw set and his shoulders back, “But, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. I would spend all of my days to ensure your happiness. To give you everything I am, and ever will be. That is the only promise I can make to you. Even though you deserve more. You deserve so much more.”
His hands are tight around hers. His whole body is rigid and the slightest breeze is sure to shatter him.
She mulls over his words and how serious he is.
“Do you care about me?” She finally asks.
He’s taken aback, but he nods, “Yes. Of course. I care deeply for you.”
She smiles, “Then, that’s all I need. I don’t need anything more than just you, Ominis. You’re all I want. And I would gladly give you everything I am, as you would for me.”
His lips part and his face falls, “No. You don’t understand the gravity of the situation.”
“I understand perfectly. Just because you believe I would have an easier time of it with some of other boy, doesn’t mean that’s what I want. I want you, Ominis.” She insists.
He shakes his head, his features stern, “You cannot fathom what my family is capable of.”
“Ominis-,”
“They were willing to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, their own son! Imagine what they would be willing to do to you, given the chance. I would never forgive myself if they hurt you because of me.” He cries, his voice breaking and his head falling to hide away his anguish from her.
Her heart breaks for him. She’s not sure what to say to mend his hurt; his pain. So, she says nothing. Instead, breaking from his tight grip and wrapping her arms around his neck.
She presses herself against him and whispers, “I am so sorry, Ominis.”
He’s surrounded by her warmth. It reverberates through him and he’s quickly engulfed by her embrace. He buries himself into her neck and his arms are tight around her waist.
“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, his voice wavering.
His admittance sends a wave of pain through her. She holds him closer like he would vanish if she didn’t keep a tight enough hold on him.
“I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. That’s my promise to you.”
A whimper escapes him and he pulls her further into him.
“You make it seem like it’s possible.” He murmurs.
“Isn’t it?”
“They will come for you. If only to punish me. They will use you. I-I…,”
She strokes his hair, “And whatever they may throw at us, we’ll deal with. Together. Because I’m not going to give up on you, Ominis. I won’t give up on us.”
A pitiful laugh vibrates from him, his fingers digging into her clothes, “Sebastian’s right. You do make everything feel possible. Even the impossible.” He sighs, taking in her sweet scent and her warmth, “I believe you. No matter what happens, as long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”
She smiles, “So will I.”
They hold onto one another until a light gets her attention. Her mouth opens in awe and she parts from him, but she doesn’t stray far, keeping their hands placed on each other’s arms.
“Do you feel them?” She wonders.
He hears the buzzing around them. Floating and gliding by like specks on the breeze.
He nods, “Yes. What are they?”
“Fireflies. All around us. They’re glowing so beautifully.” She says in reverence.
She watches the fireflies drift close to them while his attention is all on her. She’s calm. A haven he finds himself always seeking.
The heat of her gaze lands on him. Warmth spreads across his body like an unquenchable flame. He can’t stop the way his heart beats faster just knowing she’s here, with him.
He turns his face more towards her. They’re close to one another. So close, she feels his breath upon her skin. His hand travels from her arm up to her face. He strokes her cheek as he whispers her name. She holds her breath, her heart frantic, as he moves closer, unable to resist her any longer. His nose brushes against hers then finally his lips finds hers.
The kiss is tender, but he feels so much. His mind floods as he intertwines himself with her. He can feel everything she is as if it were his own. It’s so beautiful what she feels, and it’s only for him.
She sighs, breaking the kiss and leaning her head against his.
“W-What was that?” She pants. “I felt like I was… like I knew exactly what you were feeling.”
He panics, stroking her cheek to soothe her, “I apologize. I-I didn’t mean to-,”
“Ominis.” She cups his cheek and he feels her calming warmth rush back to him. “I’m not upset. I’ve just never experienced anything like that before. Was it you?”
He nods, “Yes.”
She smiles, “And that’s how you feel?”
He nods again with an even quieter, “Yes.”
She captures his lips without warning. Like picking up a beloved book, her mind opens for him. She’s electric, sending currents and sparks rippling across his skin. His hand moves into her hair, tangling his fingers in her locks. His other arm wraps around her back to keep her flush against him. He feels her hand on his neck and another latching onto his shoulder as if to ground herself.
He has to part this time, his breathing labored and his heart thumping madly. She presses her palm against his chest to better feel his heart beating in time with her own. She cups his cheek and he leans into her touch.
“Are you alright?” She asks.
He lets out a shaky breath then brushes his nose against hers, his forehead pressing against hers.
“Yes. It’s amazing. I feel you so much stronger now. To feel you like this. I don’t want to ever lose it.” He admits.
“You’re a Legilimens, aren’t you?” She whispers. “I’ve read about them in Divinations.”
He frowns, almost turning his head away from her if not for her hold on him, “I am. But, I never use it on anyone. Well, not really. Not in the sense that I’m prying into your mind to find your darkest secrets. It’s only to ‘read the room’, as they say. I can’t always pick up on the nuances in speech. It helps me be more ‘intuitive’, as you put it.”
She smiles, “How amazing. You truly are amazing, Ominis.”
His heart flips in his chest and he kisses her with a near whimper.
“I must confess,” he says, “I have always been able to sense you better than anyone else. It’s like you're amplified. I can feel you from across the classroom, sometimes from across the castle if I concentrate hard enough.”
Her eyes widen, “Is that so? How fascinating. I wonder if it’s because of my… disposition with Ancient Magic?”
“Might be. Might also be that I’ve been utterly captivated by you ever since you blasted Sebastian off the platform on your first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
She giggles, “That long?”
He smirks, “Are you surprised? You have half the school charmed by you. Even the Professors.”
“You would know.” She teases. “Although, I wouldn’t mind delving more into your ability sometime.”
“You don’t mind?” His head tilts and the look of shock written on his face makes her swoon.
“Not at all.
She kisses him, and a smile spreads across both of them, “But, that shall be for another time.” She leans back with an amused grin, “I assume you wish to spend the night here.”
His whole body tenses and he shakes his head, “N-No. Not unless you wish it. That wasn’t my intent. T-That’s not why we’re here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She giggles, “I thought that’s why you brought me here to Lover’s Cove was for that exact intent.”
“No, no. That’s not… You knew this was Lover’s Cove?” He pales. “How did you even hear about this place?”
“Well, Leander has been kind enough to offer to take me here. Twice. And I have heard the rumors of it being somewhere by the lake.” She laughs at Ominis’ scowl and she rises to stand. “But, I would much rather walk with you back to the castle. It’s a pleasant night for a stroll.”
He smiles and stands, offering his arm to her, “Shall we then?”
She wraps herself around his arm and they walk along the sandy beach and under the starry night sky, whispering sweet nothings as they go.
And as they arrive at the entrance to the dorm, he cups her cheek once more to capture her lips with his. The kiss is far more hungry than the ones before. It leaves her breathless and giddy as he pulls away with a smile.
"Thank you." He whispers.
"Whatever for?" She wonders, her voice hazy.
His thumb traces over the fullness of her warm cheek, "For being so stubborn. The night would’ve gone far differently if it weren’t for your tenacity. So, thank you. For not giving up.”
“Never.” She seals her promise with a kiss.
Ominis basks in the moment. Perhaps this will only be a passing infatuation. Or, what he more firmly believes, the beginning of something phenomenal. Whatever may happen, he knows, without a doubt in his mind, they’ll overcome anything which stands in their way.
Together.
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AN: fun fact, this is an actual place you can go to in the game. I found it as i was looking for a date spot, funny enough. no idea if it's called Lover's Cove, just thought the name fit pretty well with it. Here's an image of where it is below in the red square:
Also, me finding out about Legilimency AND that Salazar Slytherin was a proficient Legilimens himself, was like finding Breaking Bad level of meth on the street. I HAD TO DO IT!!
I will abuse this knowledge...
And me adding it in this chapter is like "That's a surprise tool that'll help us later :)"
Also also, the idea of fifteen year olds talking like this just makes me laugh.
#ominis gaunt#ominis x reader#hogwarts legacy#room of requirement#fanfic#fanfiction#hogwarts legacy fanfic#fluff#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#sebastian sallow#creative writing#natty onai#natsai onai#ominis x mc#ominis x you#ominis x oc#ominis gaunt x you#ominis gaunt x oc#first kiss#a picnic date?#how cliché
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Take Your Sick Day
Another Commission!
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They asked for Dragon Link, specially Skyward Sword Link and for me to make it sooo fuffy that they would be laid comatose. I’m not entirely if I did that but I got permission to share it :D
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“You’re warm.” A black scaled reptilian tail lashed back and forth like an agitated cat. Cool hands place themselves by your neck and on your forehead. “You’re sick.”
“I’m fine.” You cough, covering your mouth with your sleeve.
The half formed dragon sends you a deadpan stare. “Uh-huh. And let me guess you’re also planning on going out to finish the job you started yesterday, right?”
You glare, daring him to say anything about your plans for today.
“Cancel them.”
“No.”
“You’re sick.” The half dragon in front of you stresses. “Jayrie is old enough as it is, what if she catches it?”
You pause. Jayrie was the kind elderly woman who gave you a job when you had no other means of income. The work was simple but long. However, someone had to do it and you were happy to fill in the position when asked. Like everyone else in the settlement, Jayrie was a dragon but she was considered old even by their standards. You never did ask how old she truly was. But if you had to guess, she was centuries old.
The boy in front of you was older too. Granted, he may have looked closer to your age but he himself admitted to be nearly two hundred years old already. You’re not sure how that aging works out as it does. But Hyrule’s magic was hard to pin down as it is. You won’t question it.
“Dragons don’t get as sick as we do.” You inform him with a meek voice. Do they? It was an argument you were willing to make, but not one that you thought you could defend very well.
The young man sends you a blank look.
You begin to fluster, gathering that your argument lacked a foundation. “Look… Link… It’s not even that bad.”
“Uh-huh.” He repeats his earlier disinterest. “Explain to me then why you look like you’re about to keel over and pass out.”
You huff. “I’m fine.”
He’s not convinced. “At least eat something.” He says, eyeing you up and down. “It won’t do you any good to get out there without any strength left in you.”
You have the suspicion that he has something else planned but you can’t figure out what it is. On top of that, you don’t feel really hungry. If anything, the thought of eating makes you queasy. However… if that’s his only condition to let you go, you can’t really deny it. “Sure. I’ll eat something.”
You already feel worse.
Link nods, smiling softly. “Good. Give me a second to whip something up then you can head out.”
You grin back tensely. “Thanks.”
“Anything.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead quickly before he dips into the kitchen. You can feel that he laced that kiss with some of his magic. It was cooling and sweet. You can feel it flush through your system, even if it doesn’t hold. There was a healing spell there. It’s a shame that it never sticks.
You gulp and notice that your throat does feel stretchier than usual. But you’ve so close to finishing up that order for the week. It can’t afford to be put off for another day. And if anything, you’ve never been one to leave things half done. You were sure you would be able to get it done today. Then maybe tomorrow you can take the day off to recover. It’s just a little discomfort for a long term pay out, right?
Man, you were getting colder. And your back was sore. Maybe you should go lay down for a little bit. Then Link can come in with breakfast, you can swallow it down and go to work.
“That sounds nice.” You say to yourself. Your head hit the pillow and it was just cold enough that it eased the pressure building in your head. You were still getting colder. You can feel yourself begin to shake from the chills. Maybe you can get under the blankets. Just for a little bit. Five minutes, max.
Link was busy cooking up something simple for you. You looked miserable, if he was being honest. From your blood shot eyes, to the clear way your nose was beginning to run and you were flushed with fever. He had seen his own people get sick before, but it was hardly ever to that extent. Maybe your kind was different?
For one thing, you were right. Dragons don’t get sick as often but this is the fifth time it’s happened since you’ve landed in their little settlement on the surface. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were empty. Not a hint of magic within you, whatsoever. It was concerning when you first showed up but it never seemed to be a hindrance. Link had taken a liking to you instantly. Even if you were ignoring his advances, he wanted to try to court you.
He pulled out all the stops, doing everything he knew would be the right thing to do. He just hoped it would be enough to impress you and choose him back.
Only for it to come to light that you had no idea was trying to court you to begin with. Not only were you not a dragon and lacked magic, but your senses were still just a shot in the dark compared to what he could perceive. It was as if you were a different creature entirely.
But that didn’t change how much he wanted to make you his.
It ended up being near impossible, given that magic always seemed to flow out of you. Nothing could stick no matter what they tried. He couldn’t add his mark to you. You were blocked off of any magic in general. Which was concerning when you were injured. You couldn't take any healing spells or health potions and there were little other methods they had to deal with problems like those. Still, Link never considered himself one to shy away from a challenge. Which led to where you are today, with him in his house on the surface, helping to keep the settlement stable in the little ways you could help.
He could hear you get back into the bed as the eggs sizzled and popped by the stove. Link allowed his heart to relax a bit. Good, he sighed. You should be resting. He had the sinking suspicion that you got sick by overworking yourself again. Not to mention that winter was around the corner and the temperature was dropping.
He shakes his head and plates the food, hoping you’d have it in you to eat something anyway. “What am I going to do with you?”
Link creeps through the house and peaks through the door to the bedroom. While he holds the plate of eggs and toast in one hand, he holds the door just a crack open with the other. A breath of relief flows out of him. You’ve fallen asleep.
“Why must you push yourself so hard, Beloved?” He whispers, entering the room and putting the plate on the bedside table.
The back of his hand brushes against your temple and forehead once more. A frown places itself firmly on his features. “You’re warmer than you usually are.”
Link sits on the edge of the bed, gently brushing the side of your face as you sleep. In retrospect, this isn’t anything new. You’ve both gone through this before. You’ve both learned and grown and adapted to the circumstances. Link knows what he has to do to help you fight the war within you.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish this would be easier to handle.
He tucks you into the bed, making sure the blankets are wrapped snugly around you before he gets up again. There’s a pause where he considers taking the plate back with him. It’s not like you’re going to eat it anytime soon. But perhaps you wake up in the time it takes him to make his rounds. Link still wants you to have something in your stomach, even if it’ll be the only thing you eat today.
Link walks around his house, making sure everything is in place and within easy reach.
He goes to tell Jayrie that you’re sick and won’t be making it to your shift today, and potentially not tomorrow either. The elderly woman is ever understanding, having gotten to know your nature quite well after working with you for as long as she has.
“Take care of them, young man.” She shakes her head softly. “Let them know to only come back when they’re feeling one hundred percent back to their normal self.”
Link tips his head in gratitude, a soft smile overtaking his face. “Yes, ma’am. I plan to do just that. I just have to let the others know that I won’t be able to come in again-”
“Oh nevermind them.” Jayrie waves him off. “I can tell those old fuddy duddies that your mate needs you for the time being. Go back home now, you hear? We both know that if you’re not there to stop them, they’ll just keep working until their body forces them to stop.”
“They’re asleep right now.” Link admits with a shy smile. “I think that might have already happened.”
“All the more reason to make sure they don’t push themselves any further.” Jayrie begins to push him out of her shop and back onto the main trail. “Go on now, go!”
“Thank you.” Link tips his head in gratitude and rushes back home to you, leaving a blustering wind in his wake.
When he gets back into the house, he checks on you first. You’re still asleep and the eggs are still untouched. A sigh tumbles out of him once more. Link supposes that this is better than you trying to work more while you’re ill. Then again, it’s a testament to how sick you truly are.
With his own plans canceled for the day, Link has to find ways to keep himself busy while he waits until you need something from him. Granted, there’s very little to do around the house. It’s on the smaller side and he hasn’t needed to expand much even when you joined him under the same roof. He can clean but that proves to be only a small chore when the two of you don’t leave a lot of clutter around the counter spaces anyway.
Suddenly, he hears you groan a bit. Intrigued by your sudden movement, Link makes his way through the house and pokes his head through the doorway. “Are you awake now, Beloved?”
You groan again and blink your eyes open. Blearily, you looked around you and slowly burrow deeper into the blankets. “It’s so bright.”
“It’s the middle of the day.” Link smiles, walking in to close the curtains. “”There. Better?”
“Mhm.” You hum and lift your head up a bit. You cough. It sounds rough and wet. “What time is it?”
Link flinches. Your voice sounds rough as well. “Closer to noon. Maybe past that. I haven’t been looking at the clock.”
You frown and Link knows it’s because you’re upset that you missed out on your shift. Then your eyes land on him again. “Didn’t you have to help Groose and Zelda with the new farmland today?”
“I got it covered.” Link waves you off, not wanting to go into too many details. “You need me. You are my priority.”
“You say that every time.”
“And I mean it every time.” Link smiles and sits on the edge of the bed again. His hand comes up once more to feel your forehead and cheeks. “Still warm. How are you feeling?”
“I feel horrible… and gross.” You whine.
Link frowns. “I believe you.”
You lift your arms up for a hug. You look so small and miserable, it melts Link’s heart. With a small huff, Link climbs into the bed next to you, shifting into his half dragon form and wraps himself around you.
Link feels you hum and relax in satisfaction. A proud smile covers his face as he rests his head on top of yours. He tucks you under his chin, holding you close to his chest as he begins to purr. With his arms and tail wrapped around you, and his legs intertwined with yours, he feels a sense of peace wash over him.
This is perfect, as it should be. You are right next to him and within his arms. The dragon in him couldn’t be happier. He’ll look after you. You are his mate. There’s no other person he could think of to fill this spot. It belongs to you and you alone.
”Link…” Your voice cuts through the simple quiet that descended after he snuggled up to you. “I still feel gross.”
Link snorts. “I have a feeling you'll feel gross for a while.”
“...I’m sick.” You pout.
“Yeah. I know.” Link pets your hair. “We should get you cleaned up at least.”
You tilt your head up to look up at him, not fully understanding what he means by that.
With a dimmed mischievous smile, Link turns and picks you up, easily holding you in his arms. You’re too tired to react to it. Instead, you rest your head on his shoulder and hold onto his shoulder loosely.
Link walks through the house once more, heading to the back where he’s made a corner for your privacy. He sets you down on a wooden chair and points to the pool he intends to fill up. “Bath time.”
You make a face but comply, ridding yourself of the clothes that have been sitting in your sickness. Link calls to the clouds to form above the ditch, letting it rain and fill with the water. To the side, he tosses wood and cranks a fan. Quickly, zapping the wood with lightning, he creates a fire and watches in satisfaction as the rain water begins to warm up.
He doesn’t have to keep the crank in motion for the job to be completed, so he let’s it run its course, turning instead to pick out the soaps he intends to use.
When he fishes out the soap, he sees you lowering yourself already into the water, sinking into it slowly. “How’s the water?”
“Not warm enough.” You mumbles, cupping the water up to rinse your shoulders.
Link places the soaps by your side and goes back to the fire, using the fan to grow the flame. With time, you let him know that it’s just where you want it and he returns to your side.
“You don’t have to do this.” You say as he kneels. “I can do this myself.”
“You can.” He agrees. “But you wouldn’t. Let me be good to you. You’re not feeling well anyway.”
You pout and growl the best you can, but the sickness doesn’t allow you to properly be intimidating.
Link rolls up his sleeves and takes one of the bars of soap, dipping it into the water and bringing it back up to run it over your body. With one hand lathering the soap, the other makes quick work of kneading into your muscles, working out the soreness and knots that tend to gather when you fall ill.
A groan leaves you before you can stop it. You’re inclined to lower yourself into the water and tilt your head back. You open your eyes and look up at him. “Thank you.”
Link smiles as you appear to already look better. He doesn’t fully understand how the steam helps you but he’s not going to ask questions. He kisses the tip of your nose. “Always and forever, Beloved. Do you want me to wash your hair?”
“You’re going to make me fall asleep again.” You admit, but you don’t say no.
“Good.” Link laughs. “Anything to get you to slow down for once.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“And yet here we are.” Link flicks the back of your head gently, grabbing a different soap and lathers it in between his hands. His fingers dive into your hair and begin to massage your scalp.
Calling over a rain cloud, he lets it rinse out the soap as he goes. It’s not as warm as the water around you, but it proves to be a calming sensation to your still peaked fever. You sink further into the pit.
Link is more or less forced to follow you lower but he has to pull himself back up. He chuckles at your reactions and steps back to strip.
You whine again. “Liinnkkk…Where’d you go?”
“Right behind you, hold on.” Link laughs, placing his clothes neatly onto the table. He lowers himself onto the water as well, wondering if perhaps the water could be a bit warmer for the both of you.
He sees you smile when you see him sit in the bath. That look on your face makes this whole thing worth it, in Link’s eyes. That little pleased smile pushes you forward and you wrap yourself around Link once more.
Link gladly takes you into his arms again and goes back to running his hands through your hair, massaging every inch he can reach. The rain cloud follows and rinses the soap off of your body. With a kiss to the top of your head, Link leans back against the wall of the ditch, pushing the stronger rain clouds away before it can overflow. “I love you, Beloved.”
“I love you too.” You sigh, letting yourself be held against his chest. You’re content and already feeling better. It’s just one thing that scratches the back of your mind. “I didn’t have the breakfast you made me.”
“I know.” He says quietly. “I’ll make more.”
“Would you?”
“Yes.” He nuzzles the side of your head. “But rest up first. We’re not going anywhere any time soon.”
You hum and nod, resting against him at last.
“Sleep well.”
#link x reader#skyward sword#skyward sword link#legend of zelda#dragon au#for the record#I'll put this in the Sky masterlist#since its supposed ot be the same guy anyway#but aside from one line- it can almost be any link
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OH DEAR GOD! Open requests in a blog I just found out and loved? This is everything my heart needed! Honey, I'd like to request Shingen Takeda + hugs #8! I just can't get enough of that handsome man lol wish you the best!!
Hello there @mrsukitakekyoraku - so glad you found my blog! Sorry this is like a few (or maybe more) months late. Hope you enjoy!
Let's Dance - Shingen Takeda x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)
A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event.
Pairing: Shingen Takeda x Reader
Prompt: hugging while slow dancing
Word Count: 386
Tags: fluff, one very tiny spoiler for his main route
“I had a great time today.”
It was a great day. It started with a shopping trip for new fabric (and a new hairclip as a gift from Shingen) that ended at your favorite tea house for dinner. Hot sake and sweet desserts really hit the spot after a long day walking around the town.
Darkness was creeping into the sky, light blue replaced with the darker purples of twilight. Time had come to return to Kasugayama and bring the others the treats you bought them.
But now there was a crisp breeze, enough to feel the chill on your cheeks.
“I hope everyone likes the tea cakes we picked out,” you said as you hurried your steps, eager to get back home.
“They were quite good,” Shingen commented. “But I’m not sure we bought enough.” You glanced at him, his handsome profile highlighted by what was left of the sky’s light, and laughed. Shingen and his insatiable appetite for sweets.
As you made your way through the streets, you heard music playing from somewhere, the sound growing louder the closer you approached. Shingen stopped in his tracks and turned to you.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, his large hand extended towards you.
“Now? Here?” You looked around at all the people milling about, going their way shopping, warmth rising to your cheeks as you suddenly felt very self-conscious.
“There’s music. You’re here, I’m here. So why not? Let’s dance.”
Your gaze met his; dark puppy dog eyes stared back at you. It was easy to forget that not so long ago, tomorrow was not a promise for Shingen, and that he had to live everyday for today.
How could you say no to him? Or that sad face?
“Anything for you,” you said with a smile.
You slipped your hand into his; warm and strong, you would never tire of holding hands with him. He twirled you before guiding you into his arms. Your bodies swayed slowly to the music, your head pressed against his chest. Warmth radiated from his body, warming your cool cheeks.
“Not so bad, is it?” he asked, sensing your earlier shyness.
You hugged your arms tighter around his waist, your body pressing closer to him. No, it wasn’t so bad after all.
In fact, it was quite nice.
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#new year new celebration#ikemen series#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#shingen takeda#ikesen shingen#ikemen shingen#ikesen fanfic#ikemen fanfic#otome#otome games#otome fanfic
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May i make a request for a pt.2 for the azul x cook! Reader headcanons but with the characters trey, ruggie, jamil and jade?
Writer's Note(s): I can do that, this one will seem a little shorter because it has multiple characters and I don't want any repeats (especially since Trey, Jamil, and Jade are food experts themselves).
Info on Reader: Reader is intended Gender Neutral, using they/them and you/your. Reader is a good cook (chef) more than a good baker (pastries/bread), but no other skills are mentioned. No Reader description is given. Reader can be Yuu or an OC, it's flexible.
Ships: Trey, Jamil, Ruggie, and Jade × GN!Reader who can cook.
Fujoshis DNI || Everyone enjoy!
Ｔｒｅｙ Ｃｌｏｖｅｒ || トレイ・クローバー
He'll be surprised, yet relieved that someone can cook and knows not to abuse the kitchenware. He'll also be pleasantly surprised that you chose him to be your taste tester for the meals you make. He would also not turn you down if you made him a bento or lunchbox of any kind for class, it's very sweet.
What catches him off guard is when it happens four days in a row that you've made him lunch, and you leave with a, "I'll be back tomorrow." That makes him look at the lunchbox in surprise that, oh, your doting on him.
Truth be told, as long as you don't give him something that'll burn his tongue off with its spice, he'll eat it. He's not going to eat more than he needs to for his three meals so his teeth don't deteriorate, but he does thank you profusely for caring about him...
... But he does ask, with general curiosity and maybe Ace making fun of him in the back, "Why have you cooked for me everyday this week? I'm not complaining, I just want to know Any special occasions?" He plays it cool.
Of course, it's because you love him and you're very good at cooking, so why not make him something to eat everyday. At least this way you know he's eating healthy and it's what you're doing. Trey chuckles at that.
Ｒｕｇｇｉｅ Ｂｕｃｃｈｉ || ラギー・ブッチ
He's very happy to have landed you as a partner but he's chill about most things you both do. What he's not expecting, but will thank every good force in the world, was for you to be a very generous cook. He's not surprised you can cook, just that he got a generous cook of a partner! Hell yeah!
Does not complain that you feed him lunches everyday or about what you pack him! He's not going to complain if you made him grilled salmon and rice, a fruit salad and a lunch wrap, or fusilli and broccoli. He's eating it all.
The only reasons he questions why you're feeding him so much is because he wonders if you're financially burdening yourself for him. He usually wouldn't care and take the free food but your dating him, and he kinda... cares, y'know?
While getting lunch from you directlyーhe always gets them directly from youーhe pops his question. "Y'know, I've been wondering where you're gettin' all this food. Your dorm can't be finding this fun."
You tell him it's no sweat, because you make extras for Ruggie while feeding yourself. You honestly think of him while cooking, and Ruggie has never signed internally so hard! Thank goodness...
Ｊａｍｉｌ Ｖｉｐｅｒ || ジャミル・バイパー
He's not sure if he'll be lying if he said he's surprised he landed a partner. He can be honest and say he expected it later in life, but he's quite pleased with being your partner, you're very talented and he likes that. Seeing you use the community kitchen next to him and actually help with meals is nice, because he can trust you (and not have to taste test all the time like if there was a bigger group cooking).
Definitely was stumped but genuinely pleased about getting the first box lunch, and did enjoy the different flavors from just a lunch he made himself. The second day, it was a little unfortunate that he had made him and Kalim lunch already, but he'll save it for tomorrow...
Definitely wouldn't take offense to all the food, but he's thinking you and him might have to create a schedule for when it's good to make him food. The fridge at Scarabia Dorm is already filled on the regular...
He'll bring it up on a day you both are cooking for Kalim later that week to tell you. "Speaking of meals... We might have to plan your lunches and dinners a bit. It would be awkward if I let your lunch rot because I made my own lunch."
Yeah, that would be best, you have to agree and Jamil is thankful to have such an understanding partner.
Ｊａｄｅ Ｌｅｅｃｈ || ジェイド・リーチ
Oh, he's very pleased he managed to land a partner such as you and you treat him so nicely. He enjoys you as a person and he is very happy to decide he was worth your time... and he's totally not saying that because your food is very pleasing!
Jade is a foodie while also being a decent cook himself, so he's a bit too happy to take your lunches and definitely not eat it in front of Floyd and Azul. He's very grateful for your food and would actually prefer it over a school meal, just because it's yours.
But he does start making suggestions if you don't cook a lot of a certain type of food (because it's your weak point and/or you didn't think he'd like it) to get you on a cooking date. Definitely would share the Octavinelle Dorm kitchen with you and makes normal food without any of his special additions into it.
While he's cooking a sort of lunch for you in return for all you've done for him, he taste tests your dish with a smile on his face. "Quite splendid. I'm very happy you decided to take time to cook with me today... but you could use some mushrooms."
You want to tell him that mushrooms and what you're cooking can't mix, but then you remember it's not your lunch... and you give in. He gives you a kiss on the cheek for allowing the mushrooms.
#Twisted Wonderland#TWST#Reader Insert#x Reader#Gender Neutral Reader#GN Reader#Trey Clover#Ruggie Bucchi#Jamil Viper#Jade Leech#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#Twisted Wonderland x GN Reader#TWST x Reader#TWST x GN Reader#Trey Clover x Reader#Trey Clover x GN Reader#Ruggie Bucchi x Reader#Ruggie Bucchi x GN Reader#Jamil Viper x Reader#Jamil Viper x GN Reader#Jade Leech x Reader#Jade Leech x GN Reader#TWST Trey#TWST Ruggie#TWST Jamil#TWST Jade#Trey x Reader#Ruggie x Reader#Jamil x Reader#Jade x Reader
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Becca's Brunch
Welcome! Consider this my new Sunday Rundown. It's Saturday, though? Yup, it is. But I have a busy weekend ahead and needed to tell myself I'm somewhat prepared. Anyways, consider it a WIP for now that I'll probably add more things to next week.
While you brunch, try to take a few moments for yourself. Take a deep breath, unclench your jaw, grab a sweet treat and a coffee and lets go!
Or, stuff that I got around to reading. A quick reminder that what I may like, you may not and that's okay! Most, if not all of the below are 18+. Please heed individual warnings on fics!
My TBR is piling high once again but here's what I did get around to.
Marcus Pike:
can you ever really know? by @undercoverpena
Headshots & Salty & Sweet by @secretelephanttattoo
Joel Miller:
Cornfields by @trulybetty from her autumnal offerings
Javier Pena:
A Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (new chapter)
AKA, things that caught my eye and any other shenanigans that happened round here this week.
WELL. The poll, right? The one I posted for a little bit of fun has now snowballed into something much larger but you know what? Sometimes the unexpected is exactly what you need and the universe will find a way. And let us thank @for-a-longlongtime for starting the fic as a result.
This incredible art by @stealyourblorbos
AKA, the personal stuff and some NSFAQs (Not So Frequently Asked Questions because I don't think I ever properly introduced myself).
Did you ever have one of those weeks where you bit off more than you could chew? I did that. I booked myself in to do something after work every night last week and boy do I feel it. But it's okay, I get to go for brunch today and chill tomorrow.
Why are you here?
The Mandalorian. The voice got me and well, the rest ishistory. Now I'm here, amongst some of the sweetest, most encouraging people on a little corner of the internet. I love you all, very, very much and thank you for having me!
What do you do when you're not here?
I'm a 9-5er. Or an 8-4er on somedays, depending. I work a lot with archives and stuff. I read a lot in work.
Have you been involved in fandom before?
Hmm. From a distance maybe. But not like this.
Who's the first FBI Agent you fell in love with?
Ah, easy. Fox Mulder. The Bubble was a fuckin' delight for me, I have no shame in saying that.
How'd you come up with your user name?
I wanted a play on words and it came to me when I was deep cleaning the fridge. Wild, I know! I was very surprised it wasn't taken already.
That milestone you reached last week, what are you doing for it?
I want to. But I'm undecided as of yet! If you have any ideas, please let me know.
Will you ever take requests?
Tough one. I'm not a quick writer. I'd hate to rush an idea then have after thoughts y'know?
You have your anons turned off. What's up with that?
Ugh. Man. As much as I try not to, I can still take things very personally. I'm sure all the anons are lovely.
Can I ask you anything, though?
HELL YEAH. That makes day! Send me a message, come get crazy about a character with me, I love nothing more.
What's your coffee order?
An oat flat white.
What's your sweet treat of choice?
A vegan mixed Berry croissant. Not vegan, just can't handle dairy!
Can you swim?
No I cannot. Which is dangerous consider I'm near a Pike Puddle, a Catfish Pond and a Rockford Rockpool at any given time!
What's on repeat right now?
What's happening with your fics, Becca?
Glad you asked. I've been blessed/cursed with ADHD. Which means, for me, I'll hyperfocus on something for HOURS or procrastinate like you wouldn't believe. I just gotta get on a decent schedule, this just wasn't the week for it unfortunately. So, please bear with because I do have ideas! Will I get sidetracked? Yes. If my brain feels like it wants to create something then and there, I cannot stop it. But it's a really nice stress reliever for me in a way, I get to think and focus on one thing and not about what has happened or what will happen.
Also, I got some divine inspiration yesterday for Video Nasty III when I saw this:
Becca 🤍
If you made it this far, I love you very much. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Please be good to yourself and others, you deserve it!
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biscuit! you’ve gotten me very interested in farming so if its okay with you id like to ask a few questions (only if youre totally okay with answering them, and you can skip whatever you like)
what does farming season consist of and how long is it? admittedly, i realised i know very little about agriculture (i did not pay attention during school all those years ago..)
with a run off - whats your favourite thing about farming season and when off?
i think its so so so cool that you supply food for so many people !! i have mad respect for you
have a good day biscuit! <3
🍁 anon
so official season starts in may and ends in november for us because that’s the time when we sell our produce! the unofficial one starts in march (this year it’s tomorrow) when we plant the baby lettuce (that’s what i call the seedlings lol) onto the fields.
we plant the seeds in styrofoam planters in late january/early february and until july, plant the seedlings onto the fields in march and until the middle of august (they grow in the greenhouse during that time), start cutting produce in may and that continues until november.
i love being outside and working during the summer, especially in the morning because i get to see the sunrise every day! it’s very nice and calming even though i have to wake up super early every day, lol — so yeah, that’s my favourite thing, i guess. but also the fulfilling feeling that i get when i shower after a very long day and crawl into bed, when even my bones feel tired.
as for the time when i’m off, i’m happy because i get to chill for most of the winter and spend my time writing and pursuing hobbies that i don’t have much time for during work.
thank you! btw, i put a couple photos under the cut so that you can see how it all looks like. <3
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Temptation (Part 1)
You and Chris Motionless are always chatting but you both never saw each other in person. Now that he is finally in your country, you will need to work hard to not fall into his arms and end up in bed with him.
♡ Author's note: I've thinking about this for a while and decided to write but It took me some time to be totally satisfied. It's long and longer than anything I ever written before. The reason why I chose Stockholm it's because it was the first place that came to my mind. I hope you guys like it. I would love some feedback 🖤 it's a very soft imagine so I guess it's safe for everyone.
♡ Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction writen. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too serious. +18 only.
♡ Characters: Chris Motionless×reader
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It's a perfect day for a tour around Stockholm. The weather is good: not too cold and not too hot, just nice. You wait for Chris in the hotel lobby where the band is staying until their concert tomorrow night. Even though you are doing your best to stay chill, your heart doesn't do its job properly. It beats so hard and fast that anyone in the lobby can hear it. You and Chris have been talking for a whole year and it's the first time you are going to meet him in person. You are both single, have a lot in common and of course there's a little bit of flirting going on sometimes, especially from Chris.
Suddenly your heart stops beating for a few seconds when you feel two hands covering your eyes from behind. You touch them for a few seconds and they are really big, such long fingers that makes you have some naughty thoughts. You know it's him.
"Chris?" you ask.
"It could be anyone else?".
Chris speaks right next to your ear, his voice sounding velvety enough to make your whole skin shiver but you try to hide any emotion that your body may show. You turn around to face him. He has a mixed aura around him, his height and all black clothes matching his black painted nails gives him an intimidating look but the wide smile on his face and the absence of his gothic makeup makes him look cute in some way.
He opens his arms to receive you in a tight hug and you feel reluctant at first, but he grabs you before you could make any move or say something. It feels soft and warm to be around his arms and you let yourself loose for a few seconds. Chris smells so good that you're sure you will never forget his musky scent.
"Finally" he murmurs. Chris is very happy to see you in person after such a long time. At the moment he saw you there, standing alone at the hotel lobby while you played with the hem of the black tight dress that you're wearing, he felt the urge to have you in his arms. And now that he is finally hugging you for the first time, he can feel how soft your skin is and how your vibrant red hair smells like cherry. He doesn't want to let you go.
"It's nice to finally meet you" he says.
"I know".
"I hope you are not disappointed with what you saw".
"What?" You look at his face again.
He laughs but you are still looking serious at him. Of course you think he is beautiful. He is not like any other man you can find in any corner: Chris has unique features that make you find him absolutely charming. His height, long legs and strong arms covered in tattoos are very attractive, his nose is so big and manly in a very sexy way and his eyes are colored in a beautiful shade of brown and it's almost impossible to look away from them while Chris stares at you.
"You silly" you roll your eyes.
"And you…" he looks at you from head to toe "I have no words".
"It's better this way".
Chris likes to praise you a lot. He likes to let you know how much he admires you and finds you beautiful, not only externally but also internally. Even though you have some confidence about your look you don't know how to deal with his compliments and you know why: you don't want to fall in love with him. It's a hard battle for you since you and Chris have so much in common. For you, it's not only about the way he looks, it's also about the way he treats you so carefully and respectfully. He never crossed any line that he shouldn't be supposed to. But one of the things you love the most about him is how he is down to Earth, even though he is fucking Chris Motionless. You could be just a desperate fan trying to get his attention and fuck him but he trusts you and knows that you are not like this - even though you are extremely atracted to him, but he is also to you anyway.
"You guys will have enough time to date later" Ricky appears, smirking at me like the funny guy he is "Hi!".
You had a few opportunities to talk to Ricky and the other guys on the band, especially when Chris was taking a break from the studio and used to facetime you. They are all nice to you and treat you friendly, which makes you feel welcomed to hang out with them.
"Hey you!" It's time for Vinny to greet you, cute like he always is "It's nice to meet you".
"Nice to meet you, too" you smile.
Soon, the lobby gets full of tattooed guys ready to tour around the city. They already have plans and Chris wants you to join them, which you think it's a great idea because you don't want to be alone with him for too much time. You are not sure if he has second intentions with you because he is always respectful and doesn't tend to push the limits when he flirts with you but you know that, if he does, it's an awful idea to surrender.
"So, where are you going to take us?" Chris asks.
You start to panic for a few seconds. You actually don't live in Stockholm, you live in a nearby city so you traveled by an hour to be here. You thought that they had their plans already so you didn't think a lot about what places you would take them.
"I'm joking" he laughs.
"Shit!" You give a soft punch on his chest.
Chris always catches you with this kind of jokes and you always fall. You don't know how you didn't learn to resist yet.
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You and the boys are probably at the third museum of the day. You didn't think that they would enjoy this kind of activity but it turns out they're just like the other tourists after all. They want to see everything and learn about the place. It's almost getting dark and you can feel your feets hurting because of all of the walking you had in one day - even though you are wearing your most comfortable sneakers - but you're having so much fun with them that the pain doesn't bother you that much.
"I'm feeling hungry" Chris says with a soft low voice near to your ear as he wants to keep this a private conversation.
"Me too" you use the same tone of voice.
"We should find a nice place to eat".
"It's the best idea you ever had".
He smirks and grabs your hand as you get out of the museum. Chris seems like he wants to runway from his friends and he walks so fast that you have trouble keeping his pace.
"Calm down, I have short legs!" You say.
"Sorry dear!" He laughs.
"Why are we running away? I bet they are hungry, too".
"Because I want to be alone with you".
Shit. Is this a good idea after all? You don't want to give him the opportunity to change his behavior towards you because you know that the moment he starts to flirt with you, you are going to do the same. You just can't resist his flirting games and there's a huge chance that your relationship with Chris turns from a naughty friendship to one of you falling in love and probably it's going to be you. Everything seems to work against you both when it comes to romance: you guys live far far away from each other. You have your career in Sweden and Chris is the lead singer of a very successful band that is always touring around the globe. You would never want to distract him from what is the most important thing in his life. He loves his fans and his band. All the flirting that has been going on between you is supposed to be just for fun. Besides that, your heart has been hurted more than just one time and you don't want to suffer again.
Chris also had a lot of hard times in his love life but there's something about you that doesn't make him so afraid of letting himself go. He knows all the consequences, all the shit he would have to deal with to be with you, but he doesn't mind. You're worth it. It's just a matter of you showing him that your heart is open for him and he is ready to take his place in.
"I don't know if we should" you say, making him stop.
"Why? Do you think that you can't resist me?" He smiles and you let go of his hand.
"N-no, I mean… maybe they would be worried about you. You guys don't know the city".
"I don't think they would. That's not a better company than a local friend".
"I don't know Stockholm that much!".
"But I trust you. Don't you trust me?".
You do, of course you do. You could trust your life to him.
"I-I do" you stutter.
"So come with me".
He caresses the back of your hand with his thumb as you feel uncertain. Your head is telling you to get back to the museum but your heart - and your body - it's telling you to go with him. There's no lust in his gaze, just hope. He really wants to spend some time only with you and he knows why you are feeling so afraid.
"Seems like I'm going to need to take a more radical attitude" he says.
With no effort, Chris takes you by the waist and throws you on his shoulders, walking to the museum's exit. You try to be mad but you burst out laughing, slapping a few times on his back. Finally he puts you on the ground, laughing non stop at your attitude.
"Alright" you are still laughing "But let's not take too long to get back with the other guys, ok?".
"Sure, anything you want".
You roll your eyes as you hear those worlds. He was just about to take you out in his arms because you said no and now he is telling you that he will do what you want. Chris can be really sassy when he wants to. He grabs your hand again as you look for a taxi or something. When you finally find one, he opens the door for you like the gentleman he is. Sitting by his side makes your stomach burn with anxiety.
"Do you know some good coffee place nearby?" You ask the driver in swedish.
"Yes, I will take the couple there. There's a place where I like to take my fiancé. They have some delicious pies and just across the street it's the park where you can sit on the grass and eat. It's very romantic".
The driver thinks you are a couple and thank god Chris can't understand Swedish because he will love to hear it and tease you with that. Actually, he would get in the game and pretend that you're indeed his girlfriend.
"What is he saying?" He ask.
"I just asked for a place recommendation. He said there's a nice one nearby".
"Are you sure this was the only thing he said? You look nervous".
"Yes, don't worry".
You try to breathe normally and look outside the window to distract yourself from the fact that Chris is by your side. Your thighs are touching and soon he grabs your hand again. You're sweating a little bit and you hope he doesn't notice that you're trembling as well.
It takes only a few minutes and the taxi drive is over. You two arrive in a small cafe with a very tempting showcase full of pastries and breads. You are dying to eat something and drink a nice cup of coffee and so is Chris. He finds a nice table a little far from the door and the waitress gives you the menu. You can't concentrate and think straight even though you are starving so you decide to ask for a pie since the taxi driver said it's really good. Chris asks for a traditional Swedish cheesecake and a large cup of coffee.
You try to distract yourself by watching the people on the street but you can feel that he is staring at you. He starts to laugh a little bit, which makes you face him.
"What?" You ask.
"I didn't know you were so shy. It's cute".
"I'm not shy!".
"Yes you are. If you are not, why can't you look at me for too long?".
Because you don't want to. There's something about his eyes that makes you want to lose control and throw yourself at Chris like he is the last man on Earth. It's not hard for him to seduce people, they tend to fall for him even when he is not trying at all.
"Look at me" he says and you decide to do it "See? It doesn't hurts".
It actually hurts. It hurts the fact that you live on opposite sides of the planet and you can't touch him like you want, whenever you want to. You can't let yourself loose for Chris Motionless.
Finally the food arrives so you don't need to answer him. He gives the first bite on his cheesecake and he rolls his eyes like he is feeling the biggest pleasure of his life. This makes you imagine how he looks when he is having a good time in bed. It must be very sexy. Shit! What the fuck are you doing? You should not think about those things! When you both finish eating, he pays the bill and you go outside.
"Let's go to the park" he says, grabbing your hand. No! Not the romantic park!
"We should get back with the boys".
"No! Please! I've been seeing those guys everyday for a few weeks now. I want to enjoy your company".
"Ok, but only for 15 minutes".
"Yeah, alright" he sounds ironic.
Of course you are not going to stay there for only 15 minutes. If it depends on Chris, you would stay there until night so you can watch the stars in the sky, laying together in the grass, you relaxed in his arms with your head on his chest. Then, when the place would be empty like a cemetery at night, he would have sex with you right there.
You both find a nice spot to sit, far from where there are some kids playing. You cross your legs and he sits right by your side. Soon, the mood changes a little bit and you are just chilling together and talking about whatever comes to mind. Chris enjoys listening to you while you talk about your favorite movies or the books you are currently reading. She just likes to see you excited about something, to see you happy.
His brown eyes are shining like the most beautiful diamond as he rests his chin on his hand. He smirks at you and you just stop talking because his gaze makes you lose your words.
"I think I'm talking too much" you say, feeling shy.
"Absolutely no! I love to hear your voice in person, it sounds more beautiful than on the phone. It makes me sad that I can't hear it more often".
You know how it feels. His voice is the most beautiful one you have ever heard in your life.
"It's kinda late" you say.
"You are doing everything to get rid of me, huh?".
"It's not that!" It kinda is, actually.
"I don't want you to leave me yet".
"We will see each other again tomorrow at the concert".
"But it's not the same. I wish you could stop running away from me. Am I too annoying?".
"No! Absolutely not! It's just that…" you can't find the right words.
"We've been friends for a whole year now, you can be honest with me".
You know you can tell him the truth, you just don't know if it's the right thing to do. You don't want to give him any hope about you both being together as a couple or even friends with benefits. As much as you would love to go back to the hotel with him and spend the whole night having the wildest sex of your life, you can't do this. It's not a fucking good idea!
"I don't want to do anything that will make me miss you more than I should".
Chris stays silent but still staring at you, his eyes turning darker. He knows you are talking very seriously now. There's no place for jokes and silly flirting games. Your heart it's about to explode as you wait for him to say something. He is not the kind of guy who shares his feelings a lot but the trust he builded in you is big, just like it is to you. Maybe it's time for him to say something.
"I had to think a lot before asking you to spend the day with me. I didn't want to miss you so much like the way I'm going to when I leave Sweden. But I came to the conclusion that what I wanted the most was to have the experience of being with you, enjoying you, hearing your voice and touching you, being able to feel all the feelings you would make me feel. I'm sure I won't regret this later even if I will miss you so much that it will start to hurt. The pain will be worth it".
These words crash around you like a fucking meteore destroyng everything and reducing you into small pieces. You wonder if your brain will be able to think of some words to answer as you have no idea what to say. There's a little bit of fear in Chris's eyes and the last thing you want is to hurt him.
"I don't want you to feel pressured, I'm sorry" he says because you didn't say anything yet.
"Chris… I…"
You don't want to lie to him. There's so many things you don't want to do and maybe some of them are impossible to escape. You touch his face as he closes his eyes, feeling your soft skin caressing his cheek slowly. He looks vulnerable under your touch, what makes your heart ache even more.
"You are one of the most important people in my life right now. Actually, there's no one who knows me the best like you do. I know I can open myself for you and you will never judge me and my feelings. That's why I don't want to lie to you. I've been counting the days to be with you and now that the day it's ending I feel my heart getting heavier with each minute I spend with you because they will be the last ones for a really long time".
He opens his eyes and you find it harder to say what you need to say when he is looking at you. But you need to do it anyway.
"But I also fear that if we go too far we will suffer in the future. The thought of you suffering because of me kills me in a slow way. You have a career to focus on and I would be a huge distraction for you. I don't want to be on your way and I don't want to distract myself from the things I want to achieve as well. You already live in my head and my heart full time".
He gives you a comfort smile, feeling more relieved just to know how important he is to you. But of course there's a disappointment in his heart because he knows you won’t change your mind. All he wants now is to kiss you for the first and the last time but he understands that it would be hard for you to go on if this happens. He wants to respect you in the first place and if this means that he will never be able to feel your lips on his, he will accept it.
"I appreciate you being honest with me" he says.
"I would never fool you".
For the first time in the day you decide to look at your cell phone screen to know what time it is. The guys are probably wondering where Chris is at and you don't want him to have any kind of issue with his band mates.
"I think I'd better get going" you say, the words come out with pain.
"It's not that late".
"Yeah but I think that will be better if I have a good night of sleep before going to the concert tomorrow".
"I understand…".
He stands on his feets and helps you get up. The feeling of his skin on yours is so good that it makes your eyes teary. You are staying at an Airbnb apartment, it's a small place but perfect for you to stay for three days in the city. It's not that far away from the concert venue and the hotel the band is staying so Chris is going with you. Here comes another taxi drive. This time, you both stay silent but Chris doesn't take his hand off from yours again. Even though you are going to see him tomorrow at the concert it feels like you will never see him again.
"That's where I'm staying" you say and the taxi stops in front of the building.
"Can I go with you for a few minutes? I want to say bye to you in a proper way".
"Sure".
It's a small three floor building with red bricks on the wall and small windows. You're staying on the second floor and Chris makes sure to leave you safe and sound at the apartment door. Of course you are going to let him in for a few minutes.
"Make yourself comfortable" you say as you open the door and turn the lights on.
"I don't want to feel comfortable here because it will get harder to leave".
You sigh as Chris holds you tight, stroking your hair gently. You sink your face into his chest, taking the opportunity to smell a little more of his cologne. You don't want to cry, you can't cry! Not in front of him.
"I hope you enjoyed my company" he says, his chin touching the top of your head.
"Of course I did" your voice is weak.
You are not that short but you are small compared to him so it feels like he could be a human shield protecting you from anything bad. He surely would do anything to protect you, there's no doubt for him.
When he leaves, you close the door and try to not look behind. Fuck! You wish this could be easier. You can feel his cologne in your clothes and in your hair and you don't want the smell to disappear. You know that it's a bad idea but you decide to look at the window and you see Chris standing there on the sidewalk, probably waiting for a car. Your body almost screams to the need of feeling his hands touching every single piece of your skin, all the different and new things he would make you feel. Is it really worth it to never feel his lips on yours? To never feel him inside of you, taking your body for him, letting him make you feel so much pleased that you would never be the same again? Your brain starts to fry because of all of these questions and you have just a few seconds to make a decision. Are you going to let him go?
PART II
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TANNER’S PROGRESS REPORT:
MAY 1ST 2024 (WED)
It has been My Birthday! 🎉🎉🎉 It has also been the first day of working on the new Patreon piece, lol. We got it all sketched out in one sitting! I can get started on the lineart tomorrow and be very chill about it, which is very nice.
Thank you for all of your birthday wishes today, folks. 💜
Goodnight, internet.
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It makes me so sad to know you don’t love Dryer sheets as much anymore :( but like I said I don’t blame you for feeling like this. It definitely felt at times when mean anons would come at you, you had to constantly defend your story and it can be tiring to do that! But I hope that you can learn to appreciate/love them again because in the end writing should be enjoyable!
No I completely get what you mean about you not perceiving your writing being suspenseful! It is coming from your brain so you already like know the outcome so I get it! Kinda hard to explain but I GET the vibe lol
And bestie I’ve has a busy weekend so far but in a fun way! LET ME CATCH YOU UP!!!
Okay so I think I have another cute TA…. NOW HERE ME OUT GIRL!!! So it’s for another PSYC class and this particular TA has been gone for about 2ish weeks bc he’s been in another country the entire time lol BUT he came back this week and he lectured and Sam he’s kinda cute!! Like he’s definitely a bit nerdy but when he speaks his VOICE😩 and he’s obviously so smart but he’s so like “chill” about it that it doesn’t come off as he’s trying time done his smartness if that makes sense! And he has the cutest laugh😩 anyways that was a something lol I feel like wining for having two hot TAs but ngl I’m still longing for my hot ex-professor 😔
And I went to a drag show last night which WAS FUN!!! And today I went to a bunch of record stores for Record store day! It was so fun and I got some records that I’ve been wanting!
How was your week? What’s been something you’ve enjoyed the most in your break? Also HOW ARE YOU MY LOVE?!
Hope you are just so well and relaxing! Miss you! And I love you lots!-💜
I think I still love them, they just felt like a chore to write about toward the end. But now they're a couple and in love so they should be fluffy and fun to write about 😉
I have no doubt you have multiple cute TAs. It'll make class worth going to--although, now that I think about it, when does this round of classes end? Do you take summer classes or will you get to break and enjoy down time? I feel like you've mentioned something about the summer already and I truthfully can't place what you said in my brain. ANYWAY. All your cute TAs and hot professors will just get stored into my files for TA Harry so please keep it coming. I don't think there is anything sexier than a guy being extremely intelligent but not bragging about it nor making you feel like an idiot (personal experience, not trying to call you an idiot 😂😂). AND A CUTE LAUGH I'D BE AT HIS FEET IN THE MIDDLE OF A LECTURE.
WHAT A NICE WEEKEND! What kinds of records did you get? I totally missed the boat on getting back into records. I have my one Harry's House record for target and no where to play it hehehe My week was good! I finished my book early--it turned out to be better about halfway through. It was about three sisters who are witches. Really cool stuff! I think my favorite part of my week was shopping--I got a lot of cute clothes for the spring/summer that I'm hoping I'll feel comfortable in--I've mentioned it before but heat and I don't really mesh so I find it really distressing and difficult to dress in the summer. Topped with some body image issues 🙃 Well anyway--it was a very productive and relaxing week/break! School will be really busy the for the next month and I'm lowkey dreading it. I think I'm going to be writing off schedule a bit in the month of May and beginning of June. I have Ding part 3 ready for tomorrow which I'm excited about 💕
Hope you have a relaxing Sunday and a good start to your week!
xoxo
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A lot of Paul and Reggie Quotes
Yes, I adore these two. They are on the very top of my favorite character list and I mean it. They've been there the whole time, since I started this bloggy thing, since I started to watch TV, since I got my first DS with Pokémon Diamond, it's just... yeah, I love them. So, more Paul and Reggie appreciation!
Paul: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall?
Reggie: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.
Paul: That's not what I asked.
Reggie: That is all the information I have.
Paul: I’m terrible at expressing myself.
Reggie: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words!
Paul: Yes, but my actions are also bad.
Reggie: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me.
Paul: But did I make you cry?
Reggie: *cries on the spot*
Paul: ...Shit.
Reggie: N... No!
Paul: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y... Yes???
Reggie: Can I have a private talk with you?
Paul: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.
Paul: I taught the dog a new trick. *throws ball* Fetch!
Dog: *just stands there*
Reggie: He didn’t do it.
Paul: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.
Paul: Why do humans have different blood groups?
Reggie: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.
Paul: Ah ready for another fantastic day of being better than Reggie.
Reggie: Paul, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.
Paul, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky.
Reggie: What is wrong with you?
Paul: Many, many things...
Paul: And most of them are your fucking fault.
Reggie: Paul, I need some advice.
Paul: You need advice from ME?
Reggie: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?
*Reggie and Paul are planning to break in somewhere*
Reggie: We need to distract the guards.
Paul: Right.
Reggie: What are we gonna do?
Paul: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.
Reggie:
Paul:
Reggie: Deal.
Reggie: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?
Paul: Do I get to pick the finger?
Reggie: Silence is golden.
Paul: Duct tape is silver.
Reggie: How’s practice going?
Paul: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.
Reggie: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.
Paul: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.
Reggie: Don’t tell me how to live my life.
Reggie: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?
Paul: Technically a mix of green and blue?
Reggie: So blurple.
Paul: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.
Reggie: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?
Paul: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.
Reggie: I have a problem.
Paul: Kill it.
Reggie: Can you chill for like, two seconds?
Paul: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!
Reggie: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!
Reggie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.
Paul: Do you think other people can’t hear you?
Paul, grinning: I have a knife!
Reggie: Put it down, Paul.
Paul: Make me! *sprints away*
Paul: Hey, Reggie. These candies you gave me? They sucked.
Reggie: But you ate them all.
Paul: I had to make sure they all sucked.
Paul: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.
Reggie: Rock.
Paul: Paper.
Paul: Reggie, I want a bedtime story!
Reggie: I’m busy, Paul. I’ll tell you one tomorrow.
Paul: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed!
Reggie: Once upon a time, there was a person named Paul, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end.
Paul: I don’t like these stories with morals.
Paul: Do crabs think people walk sideways?
Reggie: ...Paul, what the hell.
Reggie: You know me, Paul, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?
Paul: What?
Reggie: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”
Reggie: What the hell is wrong with you?
Paul: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.
Reggie: When do you usually go to sleep?
Paul: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.
Reggie: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.
Paul: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!
Reggie: Try not to roll your eyes at me.
Paul: I don't have pupils.
Reggie: Please, Paul, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.
Paul: I’m sorry Reggie.
Reggie: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.
Paul: It has to be done.
Reggie:
Paul:
Reggie:
Paul: *Places +4* Uno.
*while waiting outside the principal’s office*
Paul: What are you in for?
Reggie: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you?
Paul: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver.
Reggie:
Reggie:
Reggie: We live very different lives.
Paul: Yes we do.
Paul: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk!
Reggie: I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them.
Paul: You said I should try some!
Reggie: I said they were good.
Paul: That’s not how I heard it.
Paul: Yeah, I don’t like people.
Reggie: Oh, well now that’s not fair Paul. Have you met all of them?
Paul: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!
Computer: Please enter a password.
Paul: *types in Reggie*
Computer: Your password is too weak.
Paul: How fucking DARE YOU-
Paul: *Hugs Reggie from behind*
Paul: *Tucks Reggie's hair behind their ear*
Paul, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.
Reggie: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?
Paul: Do you make any other kind?
Paul: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?
Reggie: Why should I feed you if your just gonna die anyways?
Paul:
Paul: I'll go make my bed-
Reggie: Where have you been all day?
Paul: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.
Reggie: You know what? Let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen?
Paul: Humiliation, embarrassment, fire, explosions, collisions, tears, nudity and death.
Reggie: I'm having problems with a guy...
Paul: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
Paul: *pulls back the curtain while Reggie is showering*
Paul: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?
Paul: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18?
Reggie: Paul, stop trying to get drugs.
Paul: Don't suppress my interests.
Paul, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?
Reggie: *half asleep* Paul, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.
Reggie, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be…
Paul: I’m literally just going to the store.
Paul: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Reggie: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Paul: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Reggie: Somehow that's worse.
Paul: Reggie, what are you doing tomorrow?
Reggie: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.
Reggie: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant.
Paul: Well, on a good day, I’m both.
Reggie: Hey Paul, do you have any hobbies?
Paul: Swimming..
Reggie: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-
Paul: In a pool of self hatred and regret.
*Reggie and Paul are texting*
Reggie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE.
Paul: I got spring water.
Reggie: NO!
Paul: With EXTRA minerals!
Paul: It’s like licking a stalagmite!
Reggie: DON’T COME HOME!
Paul: Mmmmmm, cave water.
Paul: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.
Reggie: If I was married to you I’d drink it.
Reggie: Seriously, Paul, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?
Paul: That’s not important
Reggie: I DISAGREE.
Reggie: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.
Reggie: And if you don't well then fuck you.
Reggie: I'm looking at you, Paul, you jealous mop.
Reggie: Paul, please calm down.
Paul: I asked for two large fries!
Paul: *dumps fries onto table*
Paul: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!
Paul: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Reggie?
Reggie: …I’m sorry.
Paul: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!
Reggie: Dammit, Paul, you ruined everything!
Paul: You’re welcome.
Reggie: Remember what I told you.
Paul: Don’t be a cunt.
Reggie: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.
Paul: That sounds like a dare to me.
Reggie: Oh my god.
Reggie: Are you this rude to everyone?!
Paul: Yup.
Paul: Don't think you're special.
Reggie: Guess what I'm about to get!
Paul: On my nerves.
Paul: I feel like I can be myself around you.
Reggie: You’re weird and quiet around me.
Paul: Yes.
Reggie: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Paul: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!
Reggie: Is that a gun?!
Paul: It's not what it looks like!
Reggie: It looks like a gun!
Paul: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore.
Reggie: ...ANYMORE?!
Reggie: Paul! This soup is flaccid!
Paul: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
Reggie: What are you eating?
Paul: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty.
Reggie: I like you, don't I?
Paul: Reggie? You just drove through a stop sign without stopping.
Reggie: I'll stop twice on the way back.
#pokemon anime#pokemon paul#pokemon shinji#pokemon reggie#pokemon reiji#diamond and pearl#pokemon incorrect quotes
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Today was a pretty nice day off. A true day to myself, I was on no schedule, I got a lot done. I felt good.
Some of it was sleeping better. My breathing and my nose still continue to struggle. But I woke up at 915 with no alarm and felt pretty good.
I got cleaned up and put on a soft grey jumpsuit. I felt pretty cute in a cozy kind of way.
I overwhelmed myself at first though. So many directions I could take the day. There was a dishwasher to unload. And I wanted to clean the apartment. And deal with some snails. And and and. I kept picking things up to start something but then seeing something else and I was a little frustrated with myself. Finally I just put everything down and went to have an egg salad sandwich and some chips and give myself some direction.
Once I ate I decided I would start with my candle project. I have a lot of half filled or less vanilla candles. And decided to melt them down with new wicks for Christmas gifts. I saw someone put the jars in a low pan of water and heated it over the stove. And this worked really well! It was slow going but it did work and that was pretty great. I had already added the wicks but I would need sticks to hot them straight up and I am pretty proud of how they came out. And they smell good. I put some strawberry in them too so it's a light fruity floral vanilla. Made the whole apartment smells nice.
While the candles were melting I went to deal with the dishwasher but a bunch of stuff was still dirty. So I reloaded it and put it on heavy duty hoping that would work. And it seemed too though everything was still really wet in the end. I think that something is clogged in there. I may have to investigate tomorrow.
In the mean time I worked on a Christmas card and continued to work on some sewing and some knitting.
I also spent a lot of time vacuuming. I cleaned the kitty litter. I sprayed down the bathroom. I delt with some snails. I did finally break my fish tank vacuum and will have to replace that. But that's alright. I needed to go to the pet store for vacation feeders anyway.
The doorbell would ring and it was a package for me for a Christmas gift for James. So after I ran down and grabbed that I started wrapping those as well. We are mostly out of our silk scarf collection we are using to wrap each others gifts. But I figured some old paper from last year is just fine too.
I would do some work on inventorying the gifts we have for other people. James made a list of people and I wrote all the gifts down and now we just have to make sure they all go to the right person. I was able to add my candles to the list which was nice. And they would come out really good! I am going to melt the tops with a hair dryer tomorrow to fix a few little imperfections but I'm really really pleased with how they came out.
I would spend a lot of this afternoon working on my knitting and drawing on my tablet. Me, James, and Jess are going to get some matching tattoos in January and I wanted to draw up some flash for myself because they are all small the artist was chill with us doing a few. And I have a few on my wishlist that I want to fill in my arm a bit with. My last tattoo was incredibly painful so I'm hoping that she has a lighter hand. Jess just got a chicken tattoo from her yesterday and said she was very fast and very delicate. So fingers crossed.
Callie let me know she would be coming over at 5 so we could talk about schedule stuff and Tipis and all things camp and Christmas and life. And we had gifts for each other. I was very much looking forward to seeing her.
When she got here she was dressed up all cute because she would go to meet her family for dinner after she left us. But in the mean time we talked and went over things in my computer. We exchanged gifts and they were legit perfect. She screamed over the macarons, particularly the box. She tried to get me to split one but I was like nooo they are your gift you enjoy all of them!! And she gave me a knife shaped like a fish and I could not love it more it's perfect. It's everything. I love gifts where you feel very very seen.
James would come home and jump right into their chores. Started the laundry and then ran to the grocery store. They would pick us up frozen pizza. And would be back pretty soon. Me and Callie chilled on the couch talking and having a fun time thinking about the house and the plans for it.
I am trying to be measured still but I am excited and incredibly nervous. I was joking about a TikTok I saw that was basically "everyone loves a maximalist until it's time to move" and man that could not be more on point. Cause like in moments I'm like. Throw it all on a box and get it over there but also. I hate living in half done spaces so you have to time it right. I feel like we will probably start with our storage stuff like my bikes and decorations and camping equipment. Then my studio would logically be next. Then maybe like our extra clothes. My suitcases. The extra towels. I don't think I would want to take down much of my wall stuff until we are closer to living there because it will make me sad having bare walls. I know that's silly but it's how I feel!!
Callie would head out when her family was getting to the restaurant. And I hope she had the best time. Hugs and goodbyes.
Once she was gone I continued working on some knitting. And James came and started wrapping family gifts. And I worked on a small silly gift for Jess that had Callie and James laughing so loudly. It was just a really lovely evening.
I took a late shower and started this post late when I started creating a plaque for my fish knife. That's mostly planned out now but the real work will have to wait for tomorrow.
I am supposed to have the make up private class with Naomi tomorrow. But I want to spend the morning finishing up some projects and starting to pull together everything I'm packing for our Christmas travels. I hope it is a really chill day and we get word about the paperwork for the house. They accepted the offer but we need it in writing before we can do anything!! Ahh!
Sleep well my friends. Take care of eachother. Goodnight!!
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Another ask the blogger (not thirst I promise) if you could live anywhere in prythian, where would it be and what would it look like?
After much consideration I’ve decided I can’t choose just one so please enjoy this Pros and Cons List of Prythian’s Seven Courts.
The Spring Court. I’m sure the gardens are nice but the idea of having bugs all over the place makes it a huge pass. Comes with a hot but unstable High Lord. Not a problem if, like me, you have an “I can fix him” mentality and a very flexible moral compass.
The Night Court. Overhyped but gorgeous nonetheless. Comes with the risk of seeing your government fucking in the sky while you’re out grocery shopping. Is it raining or is my High Lord just really horny?
The Winter Court. It pains me to say this as a December baby but I’d have enough of the cold after a month if not less. I could see myself visiting once a year solely for the unmatched Winter Solstice parties and their very sexy High Lady. I could treat her so right.
The Dawn Court. Amazing, sensational, never-been-done-before. Features beautiful views and, if I remember correctly, winged men without severe anger issues. Whilst I would actively hate the fact that everyone there is prettier than me, the chill and unbothered vibes still make it a great place to live.
The Summer Court. Not a huge fan of sand but their High Lord makes it 100% worth it. Rumour has it he can turn into a dolphin and, like I said before, my morals are hanging by a thread these days. 10/10 would give it a try.
The Day Court. Absolutely ZERO cons. Pretty sun and libraries with literally any book you want. You could lock me up there and I’d still never try to leave. Comes with the world’s hottest DILF. What’s not to like?
The Autumn Court. Once again, a questionable moral compass may come in handy but the men have long, red hair which makes it all okay. Bonus points for close ties to the Day Court which gave us the perfect fire to glow dick ratio. I’d move in tomorrow.
Anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me
#if i absolutely had to choose though i’d probably go with the day court#like#have you SEEN helion?#dilfiest dilf of the century#i’m just patiently waiting for my turn#ask game#my asks
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Help! I have a new fave!!! PLUST's MIKOTO AMAMITSU
Mik's story was so good. Freakin hilarious and cute but also involved sentimental themes and emphasized on not giving up your dreams and aspirations. And how much it's comforting to work on your goals together with your partner/friends.
I love this title. It looks very promising so far. After reading Mikoto, I'd recommend it and the guy to everyone who has a similar taste. I'll list some of my forever favs (from Love 365) below so you'll know what I'm into.
MPD CTY, ASA, FILA, RMD, TLH... and PLUST (safe to add now. I think) So you can predict the themes I like now ;)
It took me 3hrs 47 min to binge Mikoto's story which I managed to do during different hours of the day. Spent about 240 hearts to unlock every heart choice and the SHE plus bonus track.
The art and the OST are gorgeous. I wish there's a steam release where I can buy the whole thing in one package with the OST. The OST is that good. It's so worth the effort (in reading a long story with a slow burn plot.)
(Oh this is a slow burn plot, mind you. And I love the stuff lol) The MC is fair enough. At times I cringed a bit, wondered why she wosn't protest when the guys casually get touchy with her. (Oh she does at times but she could grow more strong).
The fan service thing sounded unrealistic but it was still hilarious and cute. I was laughing falling in love not just with Mikoto but all the guys as a whole. They are all amazing. I think I'm gonna read every route. tho at present I have my eyes set on Mik, Wataru alone.
Guys like Claude aren't my type but I'm curious about him. I think Kotoha is a sweet guy, a tsundere. And Ryogo. Well I love childhood friend trouples so I'm gonna read his MS. He was super sweet in Mik story but the guy who stole the show (when it comes to side characters) was: Zeus.
The ThrOne guys. At first I didn't understand MC's obsession, specifically as they described the group is cold to its fans, but then I understood. That's not the scenario. Zeus has me very fascinated. I'll say I like him already. And his attachment to MC means we MAY get to see sparks flying between him and Mik. (I'd love to see Mik getting jealous haha)
Now I ramble about Mik here: Mikoto is a charmer but he's not overbearing or commanding. I only saw a trace of the pushy guys I played and liked in him. Just a trace. He apologizes when he's wrong. He thanks the MC. He encourages her!?
I expected Mikoto to be like Guy or more like Ikesen Nobunaga (both my faves) but he isn't.
Mik is so refreshing, so chill. Just like TLH Suzu was, captivating, with just one main story! He's blunt but not condescending. He's cheeky but with a sweet awkward side to him. He tries to shoulder his burden alone. The slow reveal of his true personality was a treat. I was rooting for him and MC! There were so many moments: them walking the ramp, rehearsing lines... Watching the show a pop star acted in, with the guy, and sharing a highfive? Haha. That's freakin cute. I love Mik and his Ducky.
So by the End of the SHE I'm super content and looking forward to MC and Mik's budding romance to blossom more. Which I expect to happen in MS 2. And anticipating more of the guys while hoping this title wouldn't take forever to get updated. (Well I understand making games isnt easy. I'm willing to wait tbh. But I see some title updates getting rolled out quickly, so)
Ugh! I went into rant mode there. Will post more content tomorrow. (Not much tho and not many spoilers. Don't wanna hit the game's earnings coz... well that's what I do. Be moderate. I think nicely done posts/shared stuff actually boost sales and earn more fans. THAT is what I try to do on my blog. Share. Share. But be nice.)
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Hellooo if I may request for the "sing me a song" event a Portgas D Ace x Fem!Reader/or just gender neutral(anything is fine!!!) Something About You by Eyedress ? Please make a scenario inspired by this line of the song " She looks just like a dream, The prettiest girl I've ever seen. " And the scenario is they're tired after hanging out for most of the day, then they decided to take a break and watch a scenary somewhere (maybe a sunset?) But all ace could look at is reader since they're the most breathtaking view for him. ITS VERY SAPPY BUT IM IN LOVE W ACEE romantic fluff pls ‼️‼️ thank youuu :3
“something about you”
⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· taking a break after hanging out, ace noticed something about you, realizing that you are the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
⠀⠀➧ r. fluff | p. d. ace × f!reader | oneshot / song fic
⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!
⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!
⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to my “sing me a song” event made to honor this account reaching 200+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!
reqested by: anonymous — thx for the request, anon! it's really cute, i love it! and thanks for participating on my event! (ʃƪ＾3＾）
Spending the day off together with Ace, you two hung out and had fun—before ending up here on the beach to take a break, chilling there to watch the sun go down.
“Maaaann, it feels nice to finally have a break after all those!” You exclaim in glee, setting a mat down the sandy surface and sitting there.
“Yep, it is quite tiring going around the town and hanging out, haha!” Ace exclaims, plopping himself down the mat beside you as you rolled your eyes.
“Well, look now, we're together yet again, even if the day is already ending.” You chuckle, head thrown back as you recalled the day you've spent with the raven-haired male.
“Heh, we'll always be together, even if the world ends.” He grinned, hand sneakily holding yours as he spoke, causing you to be bashful by his act.
“Pfft, yeah, I know. You won't leave me alone anyway..” Muttering this, you then checked your phone for the time.
“Ah, it's almost time... We'll see the sun setting!” Mentioning this, Ace hums, looking ahead to the waters, to the sun that is slowly going down.
“Hey, babe, why don't we cruise around together again tomorrow?” Your lover suggested as you raised a brow. “After almost getting us on an accident, twice, do you still think Marco will let you borrow his car?”
Snickering by his own mistake, Ace scratched his neck. “My baby, you know that I got you, m'kay? So why don't we hit the road? I'm taking off with you. But let's not hurry. We'll be going 'round again tomorrow using the old man's car!”
“Yeah yeah, but I'm the one who'll drive. I don't want to get on an accident because the driver fell asleep.” Shaking your head as you spoke, Ace laughed.
“...Ah, there we go! The sunset!” Noticing the orange-red hue spread across the sky to your skin, you excitedly pointed to the scenery in front of you while Ace hummed, glancing at the skies.
“Mhm, it's pretty,” Ace commented, eyes travelling back to your figure that watched the scenery presented. “like you.”
Whispering this, Ace was strucked by your beauty that didn't seem to hear his words, only focused on the horizon.
“I've noticed.. There's something about you.” He said to himself, eyes locked on your figure, not daring to look away even for a moment.
“Fuck, she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I've ever seen from the cover of a magazine..” Ace blurted out with a mumble, talking to himself about you, your beauty that caught his heart.
“We stayed up all night and slept 'til noon.. It's so nice to wake up next to you.” Gulping, Ace then had this red blush across his face, highlighting his freckles.
“Let's start the day with breakfast in bed....” Thinking of a life together with you forever, Ace's heart thumped loudly.
“Think I'm gonna love you 'til I'm dead.” He dreamily sighed out, heart and sparkles surrounding him.
“I can't wait to buy you things, a brand new diamond ring... This is more than just a fling.” Actually thinking of proposing to you upon being mesmerized by you, Ace hid his face on your shoulder, embracing you tightly.
“There's something about you, girl. Something about you that got me loving you more and more....”
© butterfluffy 2022
#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy#ੈ♡˳· fluff reaches 200 followers!#ੈ♡˳· fluff's milestone event!#portgas d. ace x reader#ace one piece x reader#ace x reader#fire fist ace#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece fanfiction#one piece oneshot#one piece songfic#one piece scenario#ੈ♡˳· “sing me a song” · event
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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!
Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?
Apologies if you didn’t see yesterday’s status. It was posted, as usual, but it contained a term that some people don’t like, so I expect some sad weakling reported my post and it shifted on to a lower rotation. Poor little, fragile people that can’t handle social comment. What can you do but feel sorry for them?
As planned, I went for my walk yesterday. I could hear my body saying to me, “What the f*ck is going on here? Exercise? You haven’t done this in ages, ya fat bastard!” Nevertheless, it was much needed and it stretched muscles that needed stretching! As the cliché goes, use it before you lose it! If you don’t do some kind of exercise, your body literally seizes up! People in static, sit-down jobs shrink over time.
Yesterday was my favourite singer’s birthday. I’ve never seen Chaka Khan live but I did get a chance to interview her in 1982. She was in London promoting her ‘Chaka Khan’ album, a brilliant set featuring the epic ‘Be Bop Medley’, a vocal version of jazz tracks by John Coltrane, Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker and Thelonious Monk. A track such as this tells you what Chaka is and always has been about, the original black music genres. Remember, Yvette Marie Stevens was originally a member of the black panther movement. She tolerates white people. You have to be somebody really special like David ‘Hawk’ Wolinksi (composer of ‘Ain’t Nobody’) to impress her. She was also quick to assert that she wasn’t some kind of fly-by-night, disposable soul singer and that, to her, the art was more important than the money. She even uttered the immortal line, “I’d rather read a book than have sex!” If she’d only recorded music with Rufus, I’d still be in awe of her, but then she went on to a killer catalogue of solo material. Sadly, my two-hour tributes are gone!
Which leads us nicely on to Mixcloud, who have STILL not resolved my situation. Thus my March 11th show is STILL ‘restricted’ for no good reason. If that sh*t happens again this week, I will be finding a new platform for my shows.
Remember, in 2023, the clocks go forward on 26 March at 1.00 a.m. in the UK. The clocks change on the last Sunday of March, moving forward by one hour. There may still be a chill in the air but this marks the beginning of British Summer Time (BST). To clarify, at 1.00 a.m. THIS Sunday morning (one hour past midnight), the clocks immediately become 2.00 a.m. and we lose an hour.
Really hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for The Letter M (Pt. 3). Executive Producer: Kate Cardenas. Next week’s show is already scheduled (Executive Producer: Lucy Gill) and I will be sending second-time producer Marion Headman the pick list over the weekend. Yes, some people found the experience very pleasurable!
Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?
#mixcloud#mi soul#dj#music#new blog#lockdown#coronavirus#books#weekend#democracy#brexit#cronyism#election#radio
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