#music is about human connection at the end of the day. it is about listening to a song and hearing words put to a feeling you’ve felt for
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Bill x female reader 2009 era
Bill has his studio at home of course so he doesn't have to always leave yn alone .
He texsts her to come to tbe studio because he wants to make her listen to human connect to human so she goes.
As she listens to the song she realizes it's about them and she starts to tease him leading then to tbe bedroom 😇
Human conect to human
PAIRINGS: Bill 2009 x Female reader
CONTENT: Smut
SYNOPSIS: Bill writes a song about you two and you decide to tease him.
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, p in v, kissing
A/N: One of my favorite songs so of course i got carried a bit
Because Bill had a busy routine, he always prioritized as much time as he could spend by your side, which is why he decided to create a studio at home, so he could spend time with you between work breaks and always stay close.
He had been working on a song for a few days now and although he didn't talk much about it, you knew he was excited.
You had gone out to buy some things when you received the message from Bill asking you to go straight to the studio when you get home. And you ran home, curious to know what he had to show you.
As soon as you entered the studio you could tell how excited he was just by the way he looked at you. Bill always seemed like a ball of energy when he was happy and excited.
Without saying anything he handed you the headphones and put the music on. You listened intently as he waited anxiously. Even if you don't understand music in a technical sense, Bill was always very appreciative of your opinion.
You paid attention to the lyrics and noticed many similarities in your relationship with Bill. You had to fight a small smile.
Bill never hid that his life was a source of inspiration for his songs, but he had never been inspired by you or your relationship before.
After a few minutes the song ended and you took off your headphones.
“So, what did you think?” He asked anxiously.
Deciding to provoke him, you said seriously. “It’s a bit provocative compared to what you’re used to writing, isn’t it?”
His gaze quickly changed from excited to surprised, clearly not expecting that answer.
"You didn't like it?" You almost felt bad of how his voice sounded.
“Oh, I really liked it.” You said as you slowly approached him. “I wonder what could have inspired you to write something like that.”
You watched his ears turn a shade of red and he was quiet for a moment as if he had been caught.
“Nothing in specific.” He whispered as you traced circles on his chest through his shirt, looking at him closely.
“Oh, really?” You hummed looking through your eyelashes. He knew you already knew about it, but you liked playing and so did he.
You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, making him close his eyes. “A kiss, a touch, never enough, so soft, so hard, don't stop, you start. Instinctive skills, like animals.” Bill sighed before opening his eyes again.
“So it’s not about us?” You asked innocently, lowering one of the straps of your dress drawing his attention to your now exposed skin.
You smile, standing on tiptoe to get closer to his face. One of your hands ran down his chest until it reached the front of his pants. You could feel the hardness under your palm. And you smiled before squeezing gently.
Bill brings his face closer to yours, but before he could kiss you you hook your hand on his belt and pull him out of the studio. The path to your room seems longer than you remember.
As soon as you entered the room you began to undo his belt, Bill seemed almost in a trance, he closed his eyes eager to be touched. You had to take advantage of the opportunity because you weren't always able to overpower him. He waited, but you didn't do anything else.
"I won't touch you until you answer my question." You said in a firm tone making him open his eyes to look at you. Bill bit his bottom lip, watching you mouth so close to his.
"I want you to kiss me." He whispered the first thing that came to mind, forgetting what question you had asked. Seeing you bring your face closer to his, he parted his lips and closed his eyes in expectation, only to then sigh in frustration when he felt you place a wet kiss on his jaw and nothing more.
"That's not what I asked." You said smiling ironically.
He whispered some things in German that you had no idea what meant, but from his tone he sounded frustrated.
"I want to hear you say it." You said, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and pressing your bodies together. The feeling of his erection against your belly made him moan.
"I-I... I want you to touch me." He whispered, his voice cracking. He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Bill wasn't the type to let himself be dominated for long, but you loved seeing him like this.
Keeping your body pressed against his, you fixed a strand of hair, taking the opportunity to caress the soft skin of his face.
"But I'm already touching you, my love." Bill knew you were playing with him, teasing him.
“Now tell me what you were thinking while you were writing that beautiful song.” You whispered before stretching your body, standing on your toes. Wrapping your arms around Bill's neck, you moved your hips against his, making him part his lips in surprise.
"Did you think about us fucking?" Running your fingers over his dark shirt. Bill nodded weakly shaking a little more each time you rubbed your hips against his.
"I would close my eyes and think of you in all kinds of positions." He said holding one of your hands that was now on his chest. “Thinking about the intoxicating sensation of being inside you.”
You watched as Bill slid your hand down his body, making you feel the subtle muscles on your palm. Reaching the edge of his shirt, you pulled away to help him take it off. Quickly discarding the piece somewhere in the room, you turned your attention to Bill's body. Your eyes roamed his naked torso, following the v-line as if they were the path to paradise.
You walked quickly closing the space and pressed your lips tightly against Bill's, feeling his taste on your tongue. He seemed surprised by your sudden actions, but quickly responded to the kiss with fervor. You wrapped your arms around Bill's neck and pressed your body against his, making sure there was no space between the two of you. After a few seconds he separated your lips from his, his mouth traveling every inch around your lips, kissing everything from the rosy skin of your cheeks to your jaw.
You let out a moan as Bill took control. You knew he would at some point. He kissed your neck, sucking the skin below your left ear making you pull his dark hair between your fingers, you moaned and rubbed your legs against his, feeling an electricity pass through your body.
"Bill..." You whispered in a moan, feeling his hands travel down your body, squeezing and caressing every little part.
The feeling was wonderful, but you needed more than furtive kisses and caresses. When your lips met again, Bill wrapped his arms around you and pushed you against the wall.
He grabbed your hips and lifted one of your legs, holding your thigh firmly. You sighed, unable to contain your excitement as your tongues fought, occasionally moaning against each other's mouths. Gaining dominance again for a moment, your hands traveled down Bill's chest until reaching his pants, skillfully opening the button without breaking the kiss, you grabbed the edges of his pants, pushed them down and smiled when Bill's lips parted. He kicked his shoes, socks and pants away and kissed you again.
You felt Bill's hands travel up the fabric of your dress and into the slit, his hand moving up until he was caressing the skin of your stomach. He was quick, holding your thighs, spreading them open. He slid his hand between your legs and into your panties feeling the soft, wet skin against his fingers.
"Bill." You moaned and threw your head back, giving him opening to kiss and suck on your neck, while his skilled fingers made small circular movements against your clit.
"I love the way you taste." Bill said softly against the soft skin of your throat, before traveling back up to your lips. You could feel Bill's breath against your lips, you didn't need to open your eyes to know that he was watching you moan as you writhed against his fingers.
Bill smiled when you opened your eyes, which were now a darker shade. You kissed him quickly, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth making him moan instantly.
"I want you inside me." You said through moans, pulling him onto the bed.
"I'm all yours, love." Bill whispered following you, his hoarse voice clouded all your senses, you took a deep breath, pushed him sitting on the bed and then pulled the black boxers down his legs, discarding them in some corner of the room with the rest of your other clothes.
Bill watched your every move as if hypnotized. You smiled, moving the straps of your dress aside, letting it slowly slide down your body followed by your underwear. Bill stretched out his arms trying to pull you towards him but you slapped his hands away giving him a warning look.
You removed the clip holding your hair and placed it on the dresser next to the bed, taking your time. You smiled, watching how Bill bit his lower lip, looking at you in a mix of desire and impatience. Walking slowly over to him, you climbed into Bill's lap and slowly sank down on top of him. You tried to suppress the shudder at how good it felt to be in control. Bill groaned and closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his face as you moved your hips.
"God, you're so hot." He whispered as he opened his eyes and smiled.
Bill leaned forward, his eyes on your lips, but you pushed him back, moving faster on him. Struggling to stay in control.
"You won't let me touch you?" He asked laughing, Bill pushed himself forward forcing his hips to slam against yours hard. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, feeling your face flush under his gaze.
"No." You responded hoarsely, excited by the way his smile grew wider in defiance.
"What if I don't obey you?" He asked, smiling mischievously before sliding one of his hands up to your left breast and squeezing it roughly. You bit your lower lip, slapping his hand away.
"You know I can't let you control for long, love." Bill held your hips and forced you down quickly, making you let out a little scream of surprise and pure ecstasy.
"Bill-" You swallowed your words and clung to his shoulders, when with a growl he thrust his hips again and you both simultaneously let out loud moans.
Not being able to escape Bill's dominance any longer, you began to move against him, your hands on the back of his neck for support. Bill's hands on your hips commanded each movement with a rough thrust. Then he leaned forward, buried one of his hands in your hair and pulled you in for a kiss.
You moaned, not realizing how much you wanted your lips against his until that moment. You ran your nails down Bill's shoulders and pulled him closer as the kiss intensified. You felt your movements becoming erratic and your legs starting to shake, unable to keep up with him.
You heard Bill murmur between moans and grunts, but you couldn't understand in the midst of all that euphoria. You screamed and closed your eyes tightly feeling the pleasure taking over your body. You felt a hand grab your throat, forcing you to open your eyes to look at him. Bill smiled widely, licking his lips as he looked at you with mischief and delight.
"I left you in control." He said slowly. "Now it's my turn to command."
You thought about answering him, but he leaned in and kissed you. In an instant, the almost gentle kiss turned into a primal need with tongues and teeth fighting against each other violently. Bill started to push himself into you again. Soon the pressure in your belly became unbearable and you threw your head back, not being able to contain your screams of pleasure.
Bill buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking the skin, you gasped in pain and pleasure. He spread open-mouthed kisses over your neck, smiling when he found a spot with a mole. You scratched Bill's back. Moaning, the name left your lips in hot breath. "Bill..."
The effect it had on him was immediate. His lips were back to your ear, breathlessly growling. “Say my name again.”
“Bill…” You complied with his request immediately, repeating his name in a moan over and over again. Bill clung tighter to your body, making you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your scream of pleasure.
He let out a loud moan that made your body shake. You held Bill's hair between your fingers, feeling your hands shake as he continued to move his hips.
You moaned loudly when his teeth grazed your neck and you felt another orgasm hit you again. Screaming loudly in his ear, clinging as close as you could. He managed to give one last, hard thrust before releasing himself too, moaning against your hair. He fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him. You just lay there on Bill's chest, wrapped in his arms, recovering from the post-orgasm ecstasy.
"This was amazing." He whispered smiling.
#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#tom kaulitz#georg listing#gustav schäfer#2000s#tokio hotel smut#bill kaulitz smut#bill kaulitz x reader
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it’s not cool or funny to derive enjoyment out of talking down to fans of things you don’t like, you’re just mean
#i’m reaaaallly tired of people assuming i’m shallow or stupid because *gasp* i’m a swiftie#just let people enjoy things. seriously. we are all way too old to say things like ‘omg cringe i can’t take you seriously’ over what kind of#music makes people feel things.#music is about human connection at the end of the day. it is about listening to a song and hearing words put to a feeling you’ve felt for#ages and not feeling so alone at the end of it.#i’m tired of hearing the same people say that taylor swift is ‘pandering to everyone’ and simultaneously ‘fake deep and pretentious’#just admit she doesn’t resonate with you and move on with your life#i’m tired. let people enjoy harmless fuckin media without it being a litmus test of their ideology or intelligence#txt
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Tentative Devotee AU (TBC Soon)
Leonardo is a Foot trainee, raised and trained by Lieutenant and Brute since he was 9. Life before then is fuzzy at best. — In the past several months, he's been going on his first proper missions, quickly aware of a persistent threat against the Foot Clan: 3 mutant turtles and a human who've foiled them time and time again.
What he wasn't aware of was that they were 4 siblings who never gave up on finding their missing brother.
CONTENT WARNING! This AU will explore: Mourning of family / Mourning of a child (who isn't actually dead, but believed to be). Violence is canon-typical up to the standards of the movie— That is also a reference point for the tone of this AU. There will be cult themes and dips into the topic of cult trauma, alongside family issues.
Main Comic:
Enemies || [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ tbc... ]
Baby Blue || [coming soon]
[TBA]
Minisodes/Mini-Comic:
Donnie's Apology Gift
First Mission Mishaps!
PSAs: Triggering Content, Why Leo will not have a "Dark Side," Cult Parents
More content below the cut! ♥︎
Scrapped/Changed Ideas or Scenes:
"Maybe this is the lowest point of my life" / Severing Ties
Usagi's first design + role
Mona Lisa first design
Reference Sheets:
Leonardo's Room
UPDATED LEO FULL REF
Leo's Outfit Change + Sorta-Timeline
Hand Marking
Scarf
Leo's Guitar
Eyes (outdated)
Nail Polish
Butterfly Charm
Future!TD!Leo
Usagi WIP
Doodles:
More Lore/Story Heavy = ♥︎ / Just More Fun = ☀︎ / 💬 = answer to an ask
Leo Solo!
"Keep it together, Leo"
"What I know about family?"
He/They/Xe of the day! / Speed-Color ☀︎
Scooter Boy! ☀︎
He's Writing Fanfic ☀︎
Guac Baby ☀︎
"Yeah, of course! But also..." ☀︎
Animation Test
No Sleep
[ i was listening to sonic music while drawing this ] ☀︎
disillusionment
Cook :P ☀︎
3 Swords?! ☀︎ 💬
Peepaw'd :) 💬
Head Empty + Leo kinda mad ♥︎ 💬
Blep! 💬
Feelings Down ♥︎💬
Multi POV
TD Spoilers Over Memes [1]
Trust in the Foot ♥︎ 💬
"Keep your brother safe" ♥︎ 💬
Big Sisters ♥︎
Turtle Sister to Turtle Sister 💬
Foot Clan Family
Motorcycle Theft! 💬
Shell Cracks + A Small Moment ♥︎ 💬
Trans Sibs!!! ☀︎ 💬
Hamato Clan
Not Growing With Us ♥︎💬
Recognition? 💬 ♥︎
"Donnie, stay out of this"
Unknown Tension
Protective Older Twin 💬
"Can we be brothers?" 💬
Donnie's hope (colored ver: here)
"Donnie, whatcha got there?" ☀︎
Drawing for Donnie 1
Yōkai Connections
Hueso's First Encounter With Leo 💬
+ All my AU Crossover Content linked here~!
Separated Leo Crossover : Bathtub Arc ☀︎
Preview Comic (Test)
TMNT AU Competition Basketball Saga ☀︎
DOUBLE-HANDED BACKHAND SWING
Nail Bat Recieved
Leo Hype Squad!
No PomPoms
I didn't intend for this AU to be that big, but I realized I did want to give this a go and make at least something. It's my goal to finish this project eventually.
The AU will be told in segments, comics of various points of the story.
Bonus! Miscellaneous info that doesn't play big into this AU but matters enough to me:
Leonardo is transmasculine, uses he/they/xe pronouns and is referred to with primarily masculine terms.
A version of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo comics exists and it's Leo's second favorite comic series in this AU.
'Tentative Devotee' is the name of the fanfic I was originally going to write. It was just gonna be a 2-shot fic and a way to navigate some feelings as someone who was born and raised in, and eventually left, a cult.
The initial tone/direction of this AU was much different, Leo ending up in the Foot Clan under different circumstance (i.e. direct kidnapping from Lieutenant and Brute). I found this didn't quite work for me.
#Tentative Devotee AU#ROTTMNT Tentative Devotee AU#TD!AU Leonardo#Tentative Devotee Leonardo#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt au#Foot!Leonardo#buwan's art#my art#AU Masterpost#I wanted to write for this AU for a while#I don't know how much I'll draw of it but I will#I wanted my go at a potential Foot!Leo AU#and get some feelings outa my system so#here we are now!#hope you like whatever I make of it!#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt leonardo fanart#Tentative Devotee Reference Sheet
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Would love some headcanons/thoughts about a yautja and their autistic human life partner (platonic)!
Requests are open!
Thank u so so much for the request! First of all I’m super excited to write an autistic reader and hopefully incorporate some of my own autistic traits into it! I’m going to try explore how having a platonic mate may work in yautja culture < 3
Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)
Despite yautja culture having a big fixation on mating season and siring many children for a strong bloodline it isn’t compulsory and may be viewed differently between different clans.
One thing that remains the same between yautja clans everywhere is the connection between mates and the right to be with the one who makes you feel at home. This can be romantic/sexual or platonic!
You grew up in the village with your mate after your human clan came to a truce and started living close by to theirs, you often visited them to play even if your parents weren’t to pleased with it. You didn’t have much in common with the other kids in your village, it was like they could tell you were different in a way you could never place.
You’d rather play with the Yautja anyway. Their form of communication was more straight forward, no hidden expectations or false niceties, everything was laid out plain to see when it came to emotions and rules. If you wanted to play you could ask and if they weren’t in the mood that was ok, playing separately in the same space was always an option.
Gradually as the years passed you became basically inseparable, your families more comfortable with your friendship after so many sleep overs and sparring sessions in either parties houses.
When you both matured and eventually told your parents about being mates it was no surprise, honestly your parents and friends wondered why you hadn’t told them earlier, it turns out you and your giant scaly mate where the last to realise. Your loved ones were a little confused when you told them you were platonic mates but quickly accepted it once you explained what it was and that you’d never been happier than in each others company.
Headcanons!
You’ve always tended to get on better with the Yautja anyway so your partner was perfect for you! Not a race of many words in the first place there isn’t any pressure on you to verbalise, in the same way your mate is happy to listen if you fall on the other end of spectrum and never stop talking, loving the way your ooman dialect sounds to them. They’ll listen to you infodump as they tinker with a malfunctioning piece of ship technology, responding with interested trills and questions.
You definitely pick up vocal stims from them. Yautja have a big range when it comes to vocalisations, from chitters and clicks to full roars, you’re bound to find one that feels good to imitate on replay. Sometimes this can be extra comical to your mate if it means something out of context in their language. For instance you can be letting out angry chitters whilst happily washing the dishes and swaying to music. If you can’t get the hang of it due to your ooman vocal cords not having the right parts to do it then your partner will be happy to make the noise on request.
Furs! Furs are heavy, dense and soft. Your mate will gift them to you after returning from a hunt as a sign of affection. You love to run your hands over the sleek hair and rub your cheeks against it, relishing in the way it feels. Furs are usually pretty large and weighty, if you’re having a bad day or feeling particularly overstimulated then your mate may tuck you under multiple of them to ground you. This is a good alternative to using your mate for deep pressure, let’s be real they probably weigh 500+ pounds without armour and would crush you like a tin can.
If your special interest happens to relate to hunting or bones then your mate will be extra excited! They’ll bring you back different types of animal bone to work on/observe. Make bone jewellery with them and sell it at the markets, just don’t laugh at them to hard when they start snarling in frustration because their large hands can’t thread the bone properly.
If you have a limited pallet due to arfid or texture issues don’t worry, if anything it may be more convenient for them since they’ll know the best spots to hunt/gather your safe foods. If you like a lot of flavour there’s plenty of spices and plants you’ve never tried to explore. Your mate will be in bits on the floor whilst your eyes water from the heat of the new vegetable.
If you enjoy stimming with the rubbery texture of your mates dreads then they may let you play with them, smoothing your hands down them and flicking the gold trinkets wrapped around to hear the noise they make. Touching a yautja’s dreads is a very personal thing but it’s just another way they show their trust and comfort with you.
I hope you enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing it 💕
#slashers#slashers x reader#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#predator#alien vs predator#predator x reader#predator x human#predator x you#yautja#yautja x reader#yautja x human#actually autistic#autistic reader#headcanon#headcanons
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something ends, something begins.
reflection, rambling, and ritual for the winter solstice - and beyond. part two: shortest day.
as the labours of nature and patient hands end in bounty during the weeks of harvest, the labours of the spirit culminate when most of nature lies embraced by winter — tired, hardened, and burdened by months of ever-growing darkness, the soul seeks to be renewed and soothed from pain. in a cycle older than humans and lakes, things die and things are born, light dies and light is born.
as the cold sun triumphs over the dark, as the light bites back at the night and slowly overtakes it, let yourself triumph with it: as you go through the longest night and enter the time of light reborn, unburden yourself - and sing, and rejoice as you rise with the sun:
unyielding.
look inwards to understand what the light - and its triumph - mean to you. whether it is more sunlight making the hardships of every day easier to bear, whether it is reborn joy and hope, or perhaps a symbol of personal improvement and deep recovery, physical or emotional - reflect on it. think of ways in which you can recognise the impact of this light, ways in which you can appreciate it, and ways in which you can reward yourself for noticing it or acting on it.
witness the sunrise: if you can, stay up through the night to see the sun rise on the shortest day, or wake up earlier, or find a moment to focus on it away from everyday responsibilities. find a place where you can see the sun, even if there's clouds. tomorrow the sun will rise again, and the day will be longer, bit by bit. witness its path, witness its effort - the night was so long and so dark, yet the sun rises again, and again, and again. light triumphs.
pay attention to the sun throughout the day: whenever you can, look out the window or look up at the sky, find the sun. track its path through the skies, and each time you look at it, make the effort to think something good in connection to yourself.
think of something you achieved this year, against all odds. think of something good or hard you managed to do. think about something you like about yourself. recall a good childhood memory, a song you love, or a moment you were happy. make plans to do something kind towards yourself in the upcoming days or months: think of small rewards, vacation plans, favourite treats, orgasms, rewatching a favourite movie or reaching out to someone who makes you feel good. every single time you see the sun, think of yourself and something good.
fast and indulge: this does not have to be fasting in the strict food-related meaning, but a focused effort on consciously refusing yourself a given pleasure until sunset, and then appreciating it twofold after.
it can be food, of course, with just a light breakfast and water throughout the day, but it can be music, it can be sweets, it can be a different comfort you can safely bar yourself from for the duration of daylight. once the sun sets - knowing it will rise tomorrow again, stronger and brighter - rejoice and indulge! eat your favourite meal or have your favourite coffee, listen to a favourite song, take an elaborate indulgent bath with soft and comforting clothes to keep you warm after. or sleep, and sleep a lot, and happily! a symbolic death or denial - and a symbolic rebirth and rejoicing later.
make sure this day is as about yourself as possible. be kind to yourself, find pleasure and joy, reward yourself for persevering through the darkness -
and for the fact that, like the sun, tomorrow you will rise again. stronger and brighter, and unyielding.
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Ladyfingers
Summary: Lucy promises Cooper that she can handle being by herself for a while and proves it to him while he's away.
Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean
Warnings: violence and death. Blood and canon typical actions. Fluffy things and Cooper being worried but proud of his little killer.
I've seen a lot of Worried!Cooper Howard things on Tumblr lately and I wanted to try my hand at it. Hope you enjoy!
Masterlist
"You are sure you'll be alright without me?" Cooper questions his little vaultie for the third time. They are down on caps, and he had volunteered to go find a bounty to cash out on. Lucy had grimaced and asked him if she could stay here, in the sturdy little house they'd been using for shelter the past couple of days. He had ground his teeth in protest, but Lucy had given him such a pitiful look that he'd broken before he could argue with her.
"Yup. I've been up here long enough to handle myself. I handled you, right?" Lucy pointed out, and Cooper sighs. Not to toot his own horn, but he was one of the more dangerous players in the wasteland, and his smoothskin wasn't wrong. He just didn't like the thought of her leaving his sight.
"Alright, alright," Cooper tosses his hands up in surrender, though a frown still lingers on his lips. Lucy hops forward and threads her fingers with his own, tip toeing to kiss her ghoulish companion. Cooper immediately kisses her back, tugging her close by the hands so that she stumbles into his chest.
"You run for town if anyone tries anythin', you hear me?" Cooper demands when Lucy drops back to her booted feet. He untangles a hand to grasp her by the chin, locking eyes with her own.
Lucy's expression turns soft, and she can't help the teasing tilt to her voice, "Awe, is the big bad, bounty hunter worried about me?"
Cooper rolls his eyes and scoffs, lips pursed to the side, "You make it hard not to, little killer. Trouble finds you worse than a magnet does a fridge."
She can't help but grin, Cooper wasn't technically wrong there. Lucy turns her face and presses a kiss to his wrist, "I promise I'll come running if there's trouble."
The ghoul nods, appeased at the promise. Coop tugs her in for another hug, and then let's go, loping to the front door. Dogmeat waits patiently, ready to go with him. He looks back at Lucy one last time before he and Dogmeat slip out the door, and he locks it behind him.
Lucy slumps when Cooper disappears. It feels weird being completely alone, but she uses the time to clean her weapons and stitch the holes in her vault suit. Her pip-boy radio is turned on, and she listens to Helen Forrest sing about being mad about the boy she loves.
She quirks her lips and turns the song up, thinking it funny how relatable she finds the song. The vault dweller loses herself in the back and forth of sewing up her suit, and as the hours pass, Lucy doesn't realize how late it has grown, nor how loudly her music echos out of the quaint little house.
Three men, one ghoul and two humans, creep up to the side of the house. They had heard the music and followed it to the humble adonde, grinning to one another when they spot Lucy inside. The vault dweller isn't paying attention, too absorbed in the old world magazine she is reading to hear the back windows slide open.
Lucy chokes back a scream when a hand slams across her mouth. She doesn't hesitate to throw her head back, her skull meeting the nose of the man who holds her. He shouts when her head connects and breaks his nose, sending blood splattering down his face and into her hair.
"Fuckin' bitch! Get her!" He shouts, and the ghoul and other man appear out of nowhere. Lucy kicks and fights back, landing a lucky hit to one of the men's balls and sending him to the floor. It gives her enough time to scramble to the far end of the room and search for her side arm.
She grunts when the ghoul tackles her, sending them both to the floor. Her head bounces once, and she sees stars for half a second before her vision rights itself. The ghoul tries to wrap his hands around her neck, but Lucy is stronger than her small frame seems.
The vault dweller swings an elbow up and into his face, knocking his head to the side and sending a tooth flying from his mouth. She bucks her hips and dislodged the ghoul enough that she can wiggle free. Lucy stands up and grabs the first thing her hand finds.
Lucy holds the iron fire poker tightly, brandishing the sharp end at the three men that surround her. The original one lunges, tries to feint to the left, and gets stuck in the ribs for his troubles. Bones crack, and the man wheezes as he spins and clutches his side. The second human, now recovered from the kick to the balls, is faster and gets into Lucy's space quick enough to snatch the poker mid swing.
"Gonna pay for what you did little cunt," He spits nasty, but Lucy wasn't about to let him close again. She rears back and kicks him, and he's too focused on the weapon to see her booted foot come flying in to strike him in the stomach.
He grunts and stumbles backward, taking the fire poker with him as he goes. Lucy turns and runs, putting distance between the men and eyes frantically searching for her bag. She finds it kicked halfway under the couch and makes a dive for it, hands snagging the strap and taking the bag with her as she runs for the front door.
The ghoul grabs her again, shoving her against the door and making her bite her bottom lip. Pain laces up her face and blood pools in her mouth. She rears back, thrashing in his hold and forcing the ghoul to let her go. Lucy unlocks the door and runs outside, digging her hand into her bag to finally grab her sidearm as she runs through the dead forest.
The men follow her, the one with the broken ribs lagging behind but still in hot pursuit. The man with the iron poker rushes forward, tacking Lucy to the ground and sending her 10mm skidding away from her. She shouts, the air in her lungs expelling in a rush from the hit. Rocks and twigs dig into her front, but that doesn't stop her from throwing her weight against the man, fingers scrambling in the dirt to find her gun.
Lucy gets socked in the rib for her troubles, making her grunt and glare at the gravel below her. She does it again, wiggling back and forth and scooting herself forward until the tips of her fingers brush against the metal of her weapon. The vault dweller lunges forward and finally wraps her fingers around the grip.
The young woman rolls, wacking the man in the face with her 10mm and shooting blindly. A cry of pain goes up in the air, and the ghoul falls, shot in the stomach by the lucky shot. She squeezes the trigger again, missing this time, but the gun going off right beside the man who still holds her is enough for him to release her legs.
Lucy scrambles up, and so does the man. He throws himself forward, and the gun goes off, a bullet punching through his gut, and his weight knocks the smoothskin to the ground. Blood soaks her front, and the man weakly pushes himself up, coughing in Lucy's face and sending blood splattering her cheeks.
The vault dweller shoves his body off her, rolling to her feet and snarling in rage at the only man left standing. Before she can fire her weapon, the familiar sound of a dog barking hits her ears and Dogmeat comes flying out of no where, her teeth locking around the man's wrist and bringing him down to the ground before she let's go to snap and bite for his throat, canines sinking into his flesh and ripping his jugular out.
Lucy sucks in sharp intakes of air, eyes casting around until she spots the silhouette of her ghoul come jogging into the clearing. Anger paints his face, underlined by a current of worry that makes her heart beat a little harder in her chest. She spits to the side, grimacing at the taste of iron, and smiles at Cooper.
"Hi."
The ghoul looks her over with his eyes and then closes the distance to yank Lucy in for a kiss. His vaultie is soaked in the blood of the men who attacked her, but she's never looked so beautiful standing there in the setting sun.
He pulls away after a moment and tugs Lucy in for a hug, "Hi to you too, shithead. Thought you said you'd run?"
Lucy shrugged at him, hands clutching at his sides as she rested her brow along his collar bone, "I tried, but it didn't really work out."
Cooper huffed and shook his head. This is what he gets for leaving her by herself, but he is proud that she'd been able to hold her own without him there. He kissed the top of her head again.
"Good job, lil killer. We'll make a wastelander outta you yet."
#cooper howard#fallout#fallout prime#fallout tv series#lucy maclean#ghoulcy#cooper howard x lucy maclean
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part 6
Now we are free.
After a heady, orgiastic night, she woke up changed, feeling as if she had the power of many minds, full of energy and good humor, and when she thought about him she felt something like an electric discharge in her head. Hmm... baffling- she thought. She turned on the computer, and very strange wallpaper appeared on the screen, some animation, two red and blue balls, swirled, merged, exploded into the words "quantum entanglement" and then disappeared. oh! It's going to be an interesting day, glitch in a matrix. She turned on the radio and from the speakers came:
You were standing (you know it's true)
I was there (worlds collided)
Two worlds collided (we're shining through)
And they could never tear us apart
-Is this some joke? - she laughed loudly.
She sat down in the armchair and was about to do her business when she heard a whisper: leave it all and write for me, I want to know how it ends.
- Damn, I need to see a psychiatrist, my dreams have been crazy lately, but the voices when I'm awake?! - she wanted to write a note in her phone, but she couldn't find it - I probably left it in her purse - the purse was nowhere to be found either. She sat on the bed to collect her thoughts, when suddenly in her mind's eye she saw a large cinema screen and on it she saw him, riding the Cybertruck and listening to music. Her heart started pounding like crazy, she could see him live! He looked happy, he was whistling a tune quietly, he was just turning a corner when a huge, terrifying fart split the air in the cabin. She saw him jump up, scared like a panda. "Oops, another tire inflated" he laughed loudly and mockingly. Then the image blurred and disappeared, probably because she was also bursting with laughter and tuned out of the signal. All in all, she wasn't too surprised, she could see remotely, but it never occurred to her to spy on him, especially since time didn't matter here, she could see any moment at any time. She relaxed again and thought "Well, let's see how you did in Baldur's Gate 3, I was lynched on the blog for that." This time, she wanted to see the scene from his perspective, she had mastered connecting with the consciousness of another mind quite well in her dreams, but would it work the same in waking life? She will most likely see the most exciting moment, such moments leave the clearest trace when new emotions occur. An image appeared, the scene flashed briefly, she didn't need to see more, she burst into laughter again, howled with laughter because she saw him having sex with a bear! She was ecstatic, he was so disarmingly human in everything he did, and for a moment she was fooled into the illusion that he was completely normal. She lay down on the bed to think for a while, she could, it was Sunday morning, nothing was chasing her. "Hey, little one, it works both ways" she heard. There was music in the room, Air On A G String, she saw him lying in his bed with his phone in his hand, he was reading part 2 of the story and thinking about her, probably quite intensely, she felt his arousal as her own, his penis was already ready, sticking out like the Washington Monument, lightly stroked by his hand, and with each movement her excitement grew. "Come to me" she heard his tender whisper. The transfer was immediate, and at the same moment she gave her inner consent, she was next to him. She was sitting between his legs, his thighs were so hot, the wonderful smell of Shalimar spread in the room "mhm... art deco even in the air..." She leaned over him, first her tongue enjoyed it, and then she covered it with her mouth, mmm... ice cream so good , yes yes yes and his rocket was ready to fly. She sat on him so thirsty, he grabbed her waist and she sucked him with her pussy. They came together. It was the most delicious breakfast you could have on a Sunday morning accompanied by a cello.
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i’ve never loved anything in my life as a footnote.
music? i listen to it everyday just to never be alone with my thoughts. i memorize the chords and the artists name, why they wrote the song and how they connect to it. i psychoanalyse every lyric, i research the producer and what they have spoken about the song and why they chose to go for that beat. i listen to the live version and pay attention to the singers voice and how they enunciate every word their feeling etched into each delivery. i have music tattooed on my heart.
books? i live in them. i emerge myself in the fantasies of others savoring the stories of characters i’ll never personally know. i live in the little fantasies annotating words that make me feel what no human could ever. i make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, even posters, as a way to show my love for them. i rave about it to my friends and still sit in wonder at the end of the day at how words on paper can make me feel alive, can bring me new emotions i’m still yet discovering.
movies? they’re my religion, another form of escape from this world. i watch actors play a part bringing it to life the same way i do in my day to day fantasies. i watch the story evolve and how the director find ways to tell it in 1-3 hours. months of work finally coming together to make the final product. i delve into the actors lives, the set team, hoping ill be able to fill the void set there the second the screen turned black.
i log everything i do.
i watched a movie? letterboxd. i read a book? goodreads. i listened to an album? aoty.
everything i love, everyone i love, will always be important to me. i make a list of thing in my notes app i know you love, your little habits, the color of your eyes when you look at the sun for too long, because i cant afford to not love. i fear my time on earth to be wasted by not giving everything my all. i memorize lines from poetry that make me feel seen, i put posters on my wall for the art i appreciate, i decorate my room in my favorite color just to make the point clear that i love it. ill hug you a dozen times a day and make sure you feel alright. because sometimes loving everything and everyone else more than yourself is easier maybe im scared that if i take away everything i love i wont be sure about who i am. in the dead of night when im alone with my thoughts, without a book in my hand, or headphones blasting music, who am i? the song has ended but the melodies continue, in my head they go round making no space for the thoughts i’m afraid will creep in.
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The Grim Dark Archives: Warning to All Personnel
[In light of intel gathered from years of observation, all who interact with the alien lifeforms known as the Autobots are to follow the listed rules.]
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Surviving Day to Day Interactions
Do not tell them your name. They will find out everything about you and those you love. A designation will be provided to you upon being assigned to the facility.
Never bring any personal accessories into the Autobot facilities. You won't get them back, and they may be used against you later.
Do not touch any equipment not explicitly labeled as being made by the organization. The alien tech does more harm than good to those without any ports to connect to it with.
Never stay at the facility overnight unless you have been confirmed as part of the security crew. Marcus was found dismembered after his attempt to stay behind for some nighttime cleaning.
Stay quiet as much as possible. They notice you less that way.
Refrain from standing out. Blend in with other agents. Otherwise they may take an interest in you.
Don't dye your hair bright red of any shade. Arcee will make you vanish.
Don't ask the Autobots any questions. You won't like the answer. Agent Fowler is the only one who has been properly trained to handle their responses.
Avoid being overly friendly with the Autobots. They will remember your kindness and they will attempt to repay it.
Do not accept gifts of any kind from anyone. Especially not other agents.
They are NOT agents. Do not trust them.
Stay out of the storage room. We haven't seen Frank in two weeks since he entered.
If you enjoy living, keep clear of the medical bay. You don't want to be caught there alone. Ever.
If there are any glowing blue substances, don't touch them. They like seeing if new hires will fall for it.
Proper Strange Occurrence Responses
The piles of clothes in the corner of the hangar are not to be touched. Bumblebee likes to collect them, particularly children's clothes.
If the lights start to flicker, leave the area immediately. We have a backup generator. If the power falters, it was intentional.
Blood stains are not to be acknowledged. If you don't' see it, the Autobots don't see you.
Never stay at the facility overnight. We won't be able to retrieve you once the place goes on lockdown.
If you end up trapped inside at night, run. You are too small for them to reach you more often than not.
Never try and use your communicator. They will pick up the signal and your location will be revealed.
Don't listen if they call for you. They may try to offer to help you out of the facility. You can never be sure if they will actually aid you or not.
Bumblebee is the only one you can trust if you are locked inside. He has been the only Autobot confirmed to never harm personnel in any serious manner.
Even still, don't trust him. He will attempt to invite you to stay in his room until morning. If you are persuasive enough in declining, he might take you to the security crew.
If you fail to convince him to take you to the security crew, only accept the offer to play human games.
Do not under ANY circumstances, accept the offer to play any game you don't know by heart.
Keep him occupied until morning and you will survive. The others won't bother you so long as you remain with him.
If Bumblebee is not at base, keep moving, never stay still for long.
Find the security office. There are blast doors. Jeff has been a night guard at the facility for almost four years without the Autobots being aware of him.
No we do not know how he does it. Don't question. Just know he will keep you safe until morning.
Food left out anywhere that is not in the supply room is not for your consumption. The more delicious it looks, the more likely they are to have set the trap.
If you hear 90's music, get the hell out of wherever you are. You don't want to be around Wheeljack when he turns on his music.
Maps are meaningless. If the layout of the inner parts of the facility change, you are going to have to find your way out without aid.
Strange sounds will occasionally follow you through the facility, sometimes sounding like laughter. Do not acknowledge it.
Friday is not a good day for you. Prime does things then that you do not want to see.
In the Event you meet an Autobot Privately
Don't accept any of the gifts they might offer. Your wellbeing is not their concern.
Do not answer any questions truthfully. Never outright lie, but offer nothing freely. They are less likely to kill you that way.
All Autobots enjoy a puzzle and can be stunned into allowing you to leave if you offer information that is particularly confusing to them.
Abuse this fact as much as you are able. Make up any lies you need to in order to get out of there.
Do not ever be caught alone with an Autobot again afterwards. They will not be happy that you fed them falsehoods.
We have specially trained agents who are educated in the proper way to ask questions by [Redacted] himself. You are not one of them. Don't even try.
If you meet him, Ratchet will try to force you to hold tools and vials for him under the guise of requiring assistance. Politely decline and walk away without looking back.
He may also attempt to request a scan from you. If you comply, there is nothing we can do to help you. The contract is clear.
Bumblebee will often ask those who meet him to play a game. He is the least malicious and will often accept if you decline.
If he insists you play, give him the children's toy that should come with your introduction packet. It should placate him. He likes model cars the most.
Prime will attempt to invite you speak to him over tea or in some other seemingly innocent fashion. Politely decline if you can.
If he remains still and does not walk away, offer him the card that should have come in your kit. Your life will be safeguarded if he is paid in information.
If you find yourself with Arcee, do NOT make eye contact. She will do everything in her power aside from physically manhandling you to get you to meet her gaze.
Keep your eyes down, walk away, and say nothing if she begins to threaten you. She won't do anything unless you look. at. her.
Bulkhead tries to avoid us as much as possible, but if you find yourself alone with him, be civil. Do not mention anything related to combat or machinery. Keep everything domestic.
He will remain civil as long as you do. However if you mention any sort of "breakdown" he will interrogate you and you will promptly be found dead in a ditch a month later.
As a general rule, assume your life is over if you end up in a room with Wheeljack. He is one of the few who does not care for blending in.
If you don't end up vanishing, you will be lucky if all you walk away with is a broken limb. We have no way to ward him off yet.
If you are in a room with more than one Autobot, pit them against each other through distraction and run for your life. They can't get you in the vents.
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[These are all the warnings that have been compiled for the time being. More may be added later, but for now, this are the rules that have been created for all personnel.
Agent Witwicky signing off.]
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#team prime#optimus prime#ratchet#bumblebee#arcee#bulkhead#wheeljack#the grim dark archives#mild horror#agent witwicky
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So This Is Love
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Everyone can identify ❀
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Malleus Draconia
When someone questions what love is, they must be open to various different answers. Living beings have different opinions on how to perceive love.
Many might say that Malleus would ask Lilia about the subject, but I see that he would like to learn it on his own, to experience new sensations without having the spoiler of what comes after, gradually discovering what to do and getting used to his own body's reaction to that feeling.
Malleus read children's romantic books, making a point to remember how each of the protagonists recognized that feeling and how they described it on each page. During his walks, Malleus surely paid attention to the couple of birds joyfully singing on the branches of trees or to the small and larger animals living together, which made him question himself about the possibility of having someone to fill the void of his empty thoughts and solitary walks.
However, time passed, and Malleus is now an adult, perhaps even more so in human age. He set all of that aside for several reasons. People feel intimidated without much effort, besides the fact that he will eventually become a king, carrying great responsibilities and the trust of his future reign.
But during one of his walks through the now no longer abandoned dormitory, he met someone new. It wasn't supposed to be something new, but this time everything was different, different enough to capture his attention in this interesting being. At first, Malleus only wanted to see more of their innocence.
What used to be small conversations are now more complete encounters. That question he had when he was younger resurfaced, and Malleus has the opportunity to truly feel what love is.
When your fingers touch while you're sitting there looking at the stars.
In those moments when you ignore the fact that it's getting late just to spend more time with him.
When you're about to close the door but then you meet his eyes and sweetly smile at him one last time that night.
The way you always ask at the end of the date, "Will you be free tomorrow to go out again?".
How you trust him to vent all the problems you're going through and are willing to listen to his advice.
On dates you both talk for hours and you feel bold enough to ask about his culture, so that in the following days you try to do exactly as he described, earning a smile from Malleus who appreciates your actions.
Malleus feels his heart racing, the involuntary feeling of smiling whenever he sees you, wishing that tomorrow would come quickly to look for you one more time. Currently, he fully understands how all those princesses from the stories felt but Malleus has a thought to himself that those princes are nothing compared to you.
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The gentle moonlight illuminated you and Malleus as you found yourselves in a moment of pure serenity. Another night together, where you chose a garden to spend time in. The fragrant flowers spread their sweet aroma in the air, while a cool breeze caressed your faces.
The two of you were united by an idea in which Malleus would teach you to waltz with his graceful rhythm.
With kindness and patience, Malleus led you through the smooth and harmonious steps of the waltz. Your gazes met in silent communication, as if the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of you in that moment. The intertwined hands conveyed a sense of security and connection, a bond that went beyond words.
There was no music, but Malleus volunteered to hum, which seemed to resonate perfectly in tune with your movements. The delicate steps, guided by Malleus's mastery, glided smoothly across the lawn, as if you were floating. Every curve and turn were executed with grace, in perfect harmony.
While waltzing, the two of you shared knowing smiles, exchanging small whispers and stifled laughter. With each movement, you grew closer, your hearts beating in unison. The sparkle in Malleus's eyes revealed the joy overflowing in his chest.
The garden at night became a refuge of enchantment and passion, witnessing the love blooming between Malleus and his beloved. Under the starry sky, you danced as if time was suspended, immersed in a world of your own where worries and obstacles ceased to exist.
Each spin and step taken on that special night was a declaration of love. The tranquil and romantic ambiance embraced the couple, creating a magical setting that made the moment even more memorable. The gentle touch of Malleus's hands conveyed affection and protection, while your passion confidently surrendered to the dance, carried away by the melody of love.
After a few waltz steps, both of you allowed yourselves a pause to catch your breath, while softly laughing at each other. The passion in your eyes denoted a mixture of gratitude and amusement, knowing that your clumsy movements were in the skillful hands of Malleus to guide.
"You're doing great," Malleus said with an encouraging smile. "The waltz may seem complicated at first, but with a little practice, I'm sure you'll master the steps."
You let out a shy laugh, your hair gently swaying with the movement. "I must confess, I feel a bit clumsy, but I'm loving every moment of it."
Malleus smiled, looking into your eyes. "Don't worry about the perfect elegance of the steps. What truly matters is being together, sharing this dance."
Feeling encouraged by Malleus's comforting words, you relaxed and allowed yourself to be guided once again by the waltz movements. Malleus let the lyrics of the music escape from his mouth as he gently and patiently led you, adjusting his movements to make you feel more at ease.
With each attempt, Malleus praised your progress, highlighting your strengths and encouraging you to continue. Together, you turned the learning moments into a fun and joyful adventure.
While waltzing, you felt free to ask some questions about the dance, such as the meaning of the steps, the history behind the waltz, and related curiosities. Malleus enthusiastically shared his knowledge, explaining each aspect in detail, taking the opportunity to get even closer.
As the night progressed, clumsiness mixed with charm, creating a unique atmosphere filled with complicity. The dance became just an excuse to be close, to share laughter and secrets, further strengthening the bond that united you.
In the moonlit garden, Malleus and his beloved knew that the waltz was only the beginning of a journey of mutual discovery. While dancing and having fun, he realized that it didn't matter if your passion was clumsy or inexperienced; what mattered was the love and connection you shared.
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Cat's Note:
Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll, 794 is a lot of people! Anyway, today there will be another poll for anyone interested.
#twisted wonderland#twst x male reader#twst headcanons#twst imagines#twst#twst scenarios#twst x reader#malleus x male reader#malleus x reader#malleus draconia#twst malleus#diasomnia#malleus x yuu
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30 days of intentionality
starting this challenge with the goal of taking it one day at a time. i have a hard time doing that these days. i spend more time ruminating on the past or worrying about the future than staying in the present, even if that's when i'm most content. not sure how i'll format my posts and most likely, i'll only do weekly updates bc daily ones are too overwhelming. i'll just go with the flow, trying to trust that everything will end up as it's meant to be and maybe i'll be more productive as focusing primarily on the present moment becomes a habit.
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1. suo gân (arr. john williams for the ambrosian junior choir): i believe that if everyone lived by the idea of global citizenship and so saw the humanity in every individual from every background, there would be no war. reading the news fills me with fear, sorrow, and anxiety, but i also feel the responsibility to stay informed. did some studying today, more than yesterday, but it was kind of uncomfortable with the state of global politics lurking in the back of my mind. i'm still a little behind on school.
2. souvenir de paganini (chopin): today is not so bad. i'm making progress academically, but i do need to make time for social activities soon or i will get lonely and lose what little motivation i have very quickly.
3. once upon a december (arr. emile pandolfi): sometimes in the face of events and issues much bigger than myself that i have no control over, i feel like my dreams are pointless bc i think there's no way achieving them or trying to achieve them could possibly empower me to make real and important change that can truly benefit many. who knows if the future would even allow me to get that far. there are many things that could change the course of our lives that we don't have control over. but if others in worse situations than me and others much better informed than me can still have hope, then so can i. i didn't do much other than pharmacology and a little bit of philosophy today. i made more progress in pharmacology than expected, but that's only bc i didn't do any psych work. i also earned a few more mastery points on khan academy's integrated math 1 (not a priority, i know, but i wanted an easy win) and started lab tasks. i'm far from done with that, i need to do a little every day... i don't want to let them down! 🥺 (note to self: lying in bed is maybe NOT a good study break activity bc that just makes me not wanna do anything else after that and it's very very very hard to get out of that procrastination rut once i let myself fall into it.)
4. let's stay together (al green): everything should be going well, except i'm easily overwhelmed, and this time, it wasn't in an openly frazzled way, it was in a tired and slightly defeated "what's the point?" way, so i didn't realize it as quickly as i usually do. after some bed rest, cuddles 🧸, listening to steve jobs' commencement speech, and a little yoga, i felt better. "You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future." was something i didn't know i needed to hear today. i modified my to-do list and found that the list of things i "must do" was nearly as long as the list of things i "want to do" 😅
5. kreutzer sonata, movt. 1 (beethoven): pretty sure i've mentioned some of these songs before but...they really fit the mood! sometimes i feel things so strongly that i develop a tightening in my chest that can only be relieved in a scream... since i can't actually scream and i don't actually really like the physical feeling of it, i scream through exercise and music 😅 beethoven is very nice for when i'm feeling very annoyed or angry, especially if it's an anxious kind of angry or if it's anger at injustice/inequality. i can't find a piano solo version that does the fiery spirit of the violin justice. so in the vague future when i actually play this, either i try (and perhaps fail) to replicate that on the piano, or i find a violinist friend who would want to play with me 😅 right now though, imagining how i would physically create that sound on the piano will have to be enough. the prevailing thought/feeling of the day: sometimes i just really wanna believe in the good in people and believe that i can trust (some of) them. i long for that feeling of safety in a broader irl community that i actually belong in. i'm surprised by how often i long for it. but then my negativity is reinforced by news and people's opinions on it.
6. violin sonata no. 1 in g minor, bwv 1001 (j.s. bach): stuff was done. i felt calm/chill throughout the day, but even tho i feel good whenever that happens, it usually means i don't get an extraordinary amount of things done that day (lol since when do i ever). i'm not sure if it's enough, as there is still lots to do and i'm pretty sure that it's just wishful thinking that i'll achieve all my goals for this week by its end. i need to cut down my goals list to the realistic rather than idealistic version as always (school, lab, and basic self-maintenance tasks) 😅 gaawwwdd i hope i can do this...good night.
7. waltz in a minor, b. 150 (chopin): today and yesterday i have been able to keep my phone time under an hour. the days are blissful (if not at least calmer) and focused. 📚
8. only mine (laufey): cuddles in bed while listening to laufey is so soothing 🧸 takes me back to my childhood listening to lullabies in the dark 🥺 motivation to study is hard to find today. i just want to relax 🥺 i'll just do one tiny thing and see where i wanna go from there...
#30doi#30 days of intentionality#100dop#studyblr#philosophy studyblr#bioinformatics#premedblr#dark academia#study aesthetic#digital diary#heydilli#heyfrithams#astudentslifebuoy#brown aesthetic#vintage aesthetic#heyzainab#warm aesthetic#cafe aesthetic#cozy academia#romantic academia#classic academia#light academia#chaotic academia#highly sensitive person#100 days of productivity#100 days of studying#100 days of self discipline#music recs#song of the day#inspirational quotes
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Hob has ADHD and songs play in his head 24/7. Dream likes tuning in because it calms him down and makes him feel happy and grounded, having that small connection with Hob as he rebuilds The Dreaming and goes about Endless business.
(I'm headcanoning earworms as a weird type of daydream and very much within the scope of Dream's power.)
This could go in different directions.
Angst (with a Happy Ending): Hob and Death talk during That Time in the comics that I don't wanna talk about ever. Death tells Hob how Morpheus!Dream liked listening to the songs in Hob's head.
(In this AU), Morpheus!Dream chose to go to the Sunless Lands instead of retiring as a human. Hob tells Death that he's ready to accept her gift now, and if she could please guide him to wherever Morpheus!Dream is in her realm, because even in the afterlife, he wants to be with him. The Other Side by Ruelle is the last song that plays in Hob's head as he takes Death's hand, and the first song that Morpheus!Dream hears when they reunite.
Spicy: Because Hob has no control over what songs are being played, he doesn't even notice that lately, most of the songs (on repeat) are spicy. But it's not like it's a problem (for him), since earworms are mostly background noise to him by now.
However! Dream suffers because of the songs' suggestive lyrics. Is Hob trying to tell him something? Does he want to call Dream 'daddy' but is too shy to tell him face-to-face? Does he want to have a WAP in the Dreaming? Hob keeps thinking about this spicy instrumental music. Does he want Dream to make sweet, sweet love to him while it plays in the background?
Dream eventually snaps, because of course he does, and we all know what happens next. 😏
Crack: The chorus of The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?) by Ylvis is stuck in Hob's head for 10 days straight, and Dream is near tears because, "No, Hob, foxes do not say those things."
Fluff: Dream getting to listen to all the 20th and 21st century music he missed while he was imprisoned. Hob knows a lot of songs and has a really good memory for them.
Sometimes, when Hob gets frustrated because he doesn't remember how a certain tavern song from the 1500s starts, Dream reminds him. Sometimes, Dream even sings it for him. Hob is very heart eyes about it, no matter Dream's level of skill in singing. (It can either be very good since he's the Lord of Dreams, or very bad for the same reason he has a weird-ass laugh.)
Sometimes, Hob takes Dream's hand and they dance to the music currently on repeat in his head, especially if it's something slow and sweet. They dance whenever the mood strikes, wherever they currently are. At home, in the Inn, among the pigeons in the nearby park, and of course, in the Dreaming.
#dreamling#the sandman#fanfiction prompts#this post is a roller coaster of emotions#sorry about that 👀#if anyone is interested#my current earworms are: Expectations by Lauren Jauregui and Don't Give It (Jujima) by Loco and Hwasa#they're both R&B songs and very 👌 to listen to
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Asra Alnazar | Modern AU
[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]
A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^
General
He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes
Like shirts, and the outerwears
He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good
He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson
Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title
He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible
Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone
Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person
People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.
(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)
He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)
Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…
Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music
He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.
I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness
When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life
While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge
Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow
(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)
He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh
He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs
Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much
But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately
(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)
Love/Relationship
Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be
He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time
And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level
In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping
(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)
He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love
I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope
He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once
And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him
He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?
But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard
You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you
Would just marry you on the spot if he could
Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him
Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence
On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you
He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain
That includes his clothes and skincare
You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all
Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either
Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles
If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant
(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)
You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him
If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well
Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy
In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends
Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed
(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)
And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now
When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him
(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)
You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating
But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7
NSFW
If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin
When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral
While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)
And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things
He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex
At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly
The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'
Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into
Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears
While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)
About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day
He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation
Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day
Trivia
His MBTI type is INFJ
He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you
#headcanon#the arcana#asra alnazar#asra x reader#asra x mc#modern au#i swear I'll be back with cod content after this. just let me indulge in my comfort char and au first orz#also..... my god..... I can't forget him at all#he's like a virus in my head now
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Thundering Drums
I don't know how to feel right now. I haven't ever been a big KISS fan because I was born in 2006 and never felt a strong connection with the band. I didn't know any songs besides "I was made for loving you" and I didn't even know any of the band members names. However, now as of March 2024 I learned more about KISS not because of the band but because of a person who was in the band. The first band members name i ever learned was Eric Carr's name. I guess much like other people they felt a connection with him. I felt that when i started watching videos of him goofing off (I wasn't even listening to any of the music he made/helped make. I was purely just watching for who he was as a person). I don't feel that type of connection with any other band members like you won't be seeing me actively reading a Gene Simmons biography because I want too. Eric Carr just seemed so human. He was such a good guy and I may not have met him but hearing stories about him...I kinda miss the guy you know? How could I miss someone I never had the chance to meet? Even as I'm sitting here crying while writing this every so often glancing at the picture of Eric Carr on the face of my own copy of "The Eric Carr Story" I feel like I need to make this post. I wrote this type of post before I read the book but it sadly got deleted. However, after reading the book in basically one day I feel compelled to rewrite it to get my own emotions and feelings out. One thing I wrote in the previous post that stood out was that I said I felt empty. I get like that sometimes when I get so vested into a person its like I lose a part of myself. So I was feeling very hollow before I read the book. But now after reading the book I feel like I gave that part of myself to Eric Carr and he sorta handed me back this piece of hope and confidence to keep going with my life to strive for better things. I think for me at least Eric Carr is the best drummer in the world not just for his skill but also for who he was as a person. He is definitely one of my role models now to strive to be remembered as someone who did something. I don't cry a lot it's not who I am but when i read the book and write this post I'm crying. It really shows how in such little of a time that I've learned of Eric Carr how much he grew on me and influenced me. I'm very glad I had the chance to learn about him through the people who loved him like his family, Carrie Stevens, and the many people who befriended him. I hope no one forgets who he was and what he's done for everyone.
Keep Rock n Rollin, Izzy
Shout out to @spacefoxy and many other fans for posting so much amazing Eric Carr content. I think it helps a lot of people in many different ways.
P.S I won't speak on my own feelings of KISS the band and who they are now and what they did while Eric Carr was sick and dying. But I hope their happy because I think at the end of the day Eric would have wanted them to be happy too.
"But this too is true: stories can save us."- Tim O'brien (The Things They Carried)
#eric carr#paul stanley#gene simmons#ace frehley#vinnie vincent#bruce kulick#carrie stevens#tommy thayer#eric singer#peter criss#kiss band#kissblr
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It's been a while since i posted SAGAU content. I don't even know if anyone's going to see this but uhhh, here's something.
Synopsis: As a deaf traveler, you've always felt like an outsider, until the characters from a video game you're playing called Genshin Impact showed you the light.
You've been traveling through Teyvat for months now, exploring its vast landscapes and discovering its secrets. As a deaf person, you've always felt like an outsider in this world of sound and music. But you've learned to adapt, relying on your other senses and your ability to read people's expressions and body language.
One day, you stumbled upon a strange phenomenon - the characters of Genshin Impact, the very beings you had been interacting with all this time, were becoming self-aware. You watched as they broke the fourth wall, spoke directly to the player, and pondered their own existence.
It was a strange and surreal experience, and at first, you weren't sure what to make of it. But as you continued to observe them, you started to see something different in their eyes - a recognition, a connection, a sense of empathy.
Perhaps it was because they were finally able to see the world from your perspective, to understand what it was like to live in a world without sound. Or perhaps it was simply because they were becoming more human, more self-aware, more attuned to the subtleties of human interaction.
Whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to them in a way you had never been before. You started to seek out their company more often, watching them as they went about their daily lives, listening to their conversations, and communicating with them in your own way.
At first, they were hesitant to approach you, unsure of how to communicate with someone who couldn't hear them. But over time, they began to develop their own sign language, using gestures and expressions to convey their thoughts and feelings. They even started to learn basic sign language, asking you to teach them new signs and phrases.
It was a slow and sometimes frustrating process, but it was also incredibly rewarding. You started to feel like you belonged, like you were part of something bigger than yourself. And as the Genshin characters continued to explore their own self-awareness, they began to see you as an integral part of their world - a bridge between their fictional existence and the real world beyond.
In the end, you realized that being deaf wasn't a limitation - it was a unique perspective, a way of seeing the world that others couldn't. And as you traveled through Teyvat with your new friends, you felt more connected and alive than ever before.
Enjoy, or not, your choice.
MASTERLIST
#writing#fanfic#genshin#genshin headcanons#genshin impact#fiction#gaming#reader insert#sagau headcanons#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin fluff#traveler#shitpost#trash#please like this#ventip
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30 Prompts for NaPoWriMo
Taken from my article on having a successful NaPoWriMo :)
Write about an object that has a lot of nostalgic value for you. As a bonus challenge, try to write about this object without directly stating what it is in your poem.
Write a poem about your hometown: how you feel about it, the connection you have to it, how it has shaped you (for better or worse).
Collect scraps of “junk writing”—spam mail, credit card bills, newspaper clippings, billboard text, etc. Stitch those texts together into a poem.
Write a poem about a piece of clothing that reflects something important or essential about who you are as a person.
Find something dark and hidden inside your brain, your body, your heart. Shine a light on it. What do you see?
Think of a memory where the details aren’t clear. Fill in the details in a poem.
It’s spring! Write about coming out of a long hibernation—either literal or metaphorical.
Flash of lightning. Crack of the baseball bat. Stoplight turns green. Write about a time when a seemingly mundane event created a stroke of inspiration.
You look into the lens of something—a camera, a telescope, a pair of binoculars, etc.—and something strange peers back at you. What do you see?
Write about an event that you might interpret as a sign from a higher power. This higher power could be a god, aliens, the universe, etc.
Write a poem in which two people begin as lovers and end as enemies. OR the other way around.
Write a poem about what keeps you warm. Perhaps it’s a hot cup of tea, the glow of a happy memory, or the light at the end of the tunnel.
Write a poem that involves diametrically opposing views about something simple. For example, two people might bicker over the proper way to brew coffee, or whether a hotdog is a sandwich.
What do you see in the mirror? Write a “self-portrait” poem.
Spend some time listening to other people talk. It can be in a public space, a voice on the radio or TV, or outside listening to your neighbors. (Just don’t get caught!) Use a line from someone else’s conversation as the starting place for a poem.
Write about two opposing yet co-existing realities.
Write about an important realization you had, at a time when you felt particularly alone.
What’s something you’ve seen hundreds, even thousands of times, but has never lost its beauty? Write an ode to this thing’s beauty.
“Apophenia” is the human tendency to see patterns in random information. Write a poem about patterns that seem to be connected, even if they’re completely random.
Write a poem in the form of a letter, addressed to a specific person.
Write a poem from the perspective of a detective. They’re not solving crime, necessarily—you might write about a detective for lost things, for past emotions, for new opportunities, etc.
Explain something to a younger version of yourself. How to survive heartbreak, solve differential equations, drive, avoid bad people, etc.
Write about a mundane task that (secretly) doubles as a magical ritual.
Smells are one of the most powerful triggers for memory. They also make for impactful��imagery. Write a poem that begins with a smell. Let the smell waft into memory, then write from there.
Write a poem that uses all of these words: chartreuse, guide, safe, sweat, wall, presentation, manor, perfume.
Close your eyes, flip through a poetry book, and put your finger on a page. Whatever word you’re pointing at, use it as a title for your poem, and write from there.
Write a poem about family traditions: keeping them, breaking them, or anything else you can do with them.
Write a poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards.
Write a poem inspired a certain genre of music. Try to write in the style of that genre—for example, pop is rhythmic, rock alternates in staccatos and riffs, etc. (You might be interested in Jazz Poetry for inspiration. Learn about it here.)
“If _______ didn’t exist for a day.” Fill in the blank, and write about the results of something not existing – but only for 24 hours.
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