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adaptacy · 6 months

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A Found Flame {Pt.2}

Pairing: Mentor!Gale Dekarios x Apprentice!GN!Reader

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A/N: Gonna cross-post this to AO3 eventually once I have more of an idea of how the plots gonna go cause you all have convinced me to full-send it and make it a longform thing. just adding it to the list of wip.... a sincere apology to my tcm fics.... anyways! i love my little depressed magic-cancer nerd and im glad im not the only one. here's more of him :) [it wont all be angst, but i gotta set the scene and the stakes, yanno...?] ALSO 'a found flame' is just the working title, idk what the official one is gonna be but i'll let yall know when i figure that out

Word Count: 3.1k

Stepping outside grants you an opportunity to taste the last flavors of the fading winter, only feeling the quick spikes of a chill every few minutes, and even then, it’s only thanks to the setting sun. You still wear a purple velvet shawl, as per the request – well, demand – of Gale. He insisted many moons ago that you shouldn’t ever risk getting sick when you can take measures to avoid such a fate, and you’d decided it was much simpler to go along with it than to argue your safety. That plan was cemented when he purchased you a finely tailored purple shawl, the edges of the hood and cloak lined with lynx fur, dyed a dark pink to complement the thick purple velvet that made up the majority of the shawl. A gift that nothing short of surprised you, even had you fooled into believing you’d been dreaming when he presented it to you. Why he was so particularly fearful of the cold, you weren’t sure, but you deeply appreciated the gift, and even if you did enjoy winter’s nip, the shawl was both gorgeous and comfortable, and you’d be insane to leave it behind.

Gale was also particularly sensitive to cold weather, from what you could tell, which likely had a role in his passionate bias against the chilliness of post-snow air. Frankly, you were fine with the occasional runny nose in exchange for a chance to wander down a snow-dusted forest trail, and you didn’t mind a shiver here and there while you caught free-falling flakes that Waterdeep was ever so rarely granted.

The garden, however, was much like Gale – hardly a fan of the cold. Gale did not have a green thumb, but he still shared similarities with the plants you tended. Those plants that, currently, were dead and buried. While you’d managed to convince him to try his hand at herbalism and gardening, he had more of Bhaal’s touch with the sprouts than the ‘magic’ touch he so often joked about. It was amusing, and a little pitiful; the exasperated sigh and the troubled frown that followed your breaking of the news, that his poorly packed and overwatered plants had passed. He was dramatic, and managed to find the humor in the situation, though vowed to let you handle anything to do with seedlings and crops from that point onwards.

It was unfortunate, as you appreciated his entertaining company (even if it came mostly in the form of griping, displeased that he had to get so up close and personal with dirt and worms) around the garden beds, but it allowed for moments like these. Truth be told, you had no intention of gardening. You would have to wait another twelve dawns until any useful plants would be back in season, so planting anything this late in winter would be a waste of both time and resources.

Instead, you aimed to explore a small forest trail that you’d just recently discovered, not far from the tower you stayed at. To say you lived there felt like too strong, too certain, of a term. It was the only place you slept, and nearly all of your time was spent there, but you knew it wasn’t home. It was Gale’s home, and you were a mere guest. A sixteen-month-and-counting guest, but a guest nonetheless. You worked, your apprenticeship laboursome and sometimes really quite demanding, and Gale repaid your loyalty and assistance by giving you a place to stay. You’d just never planned to stay so long.

In all honesty, you expected it to be a very temporary arrangement. You suspected Gale felt the same way. But circumstances changed, and so did minds, and you didn’t see yourself leaving anytime soon. It helped that you got along quite well with your boss-slash-roommate, despite the differences in personality and age. You were comfortable with the way things were, and Gale had just recently begun to sprout ideas of passing his own spell-casting knowledge on to you, with today’s lesson being a prime example. When you weren’t helping out around his home, or running errands for him, or tending to the garden, you were most usually subjected to reading long passages from books that were once very far above your understanding.

If Gale was a master of anything, it was surely knowledge. You’d found it odd, at first. Spending all of his days wasting away in his tower, just reading, rotting into a hermit, you’d assumed. But you’d soon gained an appreciation for his boundless mind, and felt almost honored that he’d decided you worthy of learning from him. Being a wizard’s apprentice had never been in the plans, not even as a fleeting hypothetical, and yet you found yourself in that exact scenario – and enjoying it nonetheless!

Glancing down at the small woven basket hanging from your arm, you frowned, lost in thought. Gale taught you a lot, and he still had plenty left to teach, but by no means did that translate over to you really knowing the man you shared a house with. He taught from books and scrolls, and on a few spare good days from his own vast experience. Even with all of the lectures he gave, you found that any details about him that weren’t related to magic, or your lessons, were all quite lacking. What you did know about his personal life was almost purely from observation.

Well, a few times when Tara had made a passing comment about some personal detail and surely was later scolded for it, but those were few and far between. If anyone were to blame for your curiosity, it was most certainly the man himself. He loved preaching the importance of curiosity, exploration (despite rarely leaving the confines of his study), and seeking knowledge, and you’d be a rather poor apprentice to disregard such lessons. Or, arguably worse, cherry pick when you applied those lessons to real world scenarios.

Most recently, your nose for curiosity had picked up on the notably pungent scent of Gale’s behavior. It was unusual, slightly withdrawn, perhaps a little panicked if you truly squinted between the lines. Gale was predictable, for the most part – it was one of his traits that had earned him your trust in the first place. Though as of recent, he’d been rather strange. And not the typical Gale kind of strange – an unsettling, uncharacteristic strange. One that you knew better than to ask questions about, but one that certainly sprouted confusion.

You neared the edge of the forest, giving the pale trees a smile as if to promise your peace. Pausing just before the tree line, you peered into the woods, interested as to what you might discover. You proceeded, following a very faint trail into the woods. You had a pretty solid confidence in your navigational skills – otherwise you most definitely would’ve gotten completely trapped in the maze of a city that was Waterdeep every time you ran any sort of errand – so you weren’t particularly concerned with getting lost.

Allowing your thoughts to return to Gale, you reminded yourself that you weren’t really lying to him. You definitely weren’t going to the garden, but you still planned on harvesting plants. You’d known him for almost a year and a half, and you knew the gist of what he’d been through, what with his mentorship from Mystra herself – which was so cool, and he was way too casual about it – and his strange appetite thanks to the Netherese orb that had become one with him. All that aside, however, you didn’t know many details about his past. For as chatty and sarcastic as he was, you couldn’t shake the feeling he had a good number of secrets he withheld from you, and big ones at that.

Of course, Gale was entitled to his privacy, and you didn’t want to intrude or push his boundaries, but it was impossible to ignore the signs of unease. His constantly drifted mind, his long breaks between lessons, his increasingly frequent requests. Or the way that he’d direct you to read a passage from some folktale or other, only to remain silent for several moments after you finish, gazing longingly past his balcony. He’d been consuming more artifacts than usual recently, and gained a sudden eagerness to push real world practice into your schedules. Not that you minded the inflow of new information, but it didn’t seem to come from a place of excitement. Instead, you figured anxiety; judging based off of the common rapid bouncing of his leg, the messy-and-messier spread of his books and trinkets – especially when compared to how well-kept the place always was whenever you’d started working under him – or his new tendency to forget what he had and hadn’t asked of you, or which lessons he’d already covered, or hell, where he had last placed his staff.

Well, what better way to get someone to open up and relax than with a hand-picked bouquet and some herbal tea?

Even if he didn’t spill his guts to you, he certainly needed a pick-me-up. Sure, you already did a lot for him, but he did a lot for you, too. Maybe even more than he realized. He deserved a treat.

– – –

“Though it may be bold of me to say, I estimate they’ll be a fine caster someday.”

“Bold indeed, Mr. Dekarios. Awfully bold. They quite nearly began trembling at the idea of a mere fire bolt!” The small beast chirped back, seated firmly atop his desk, pawing at a small fuzzy ball that swung from a thin string, easily entertained by the simple contraption.

“Even I stumbled; all beginners do. Time is all they need. ‘Time heals all wounds’, is that not how the scriptures read?” He asked, sticking his tongue out and running the tip of a long harpy feather over it.

As he dipped that same tip in a vial half-filled with a thick, clear liquid, Tara quickly outstretched a wing, the end of it not-so-accidentally hitting her companion in the face. The startle nearly caused him to knock over the bottle of magic ink, his torso leaning forward as he just barely managed to steady it with both hands, and he glared at his familiar out of the corner of his eye. She merely stretched out her other wing, feigning obliviousness before eventually looking back at him. “You are still the same fool who summoned me all those years ago. You are a prodigy, Mr. Dekarios! You were half their age then; to compare your ‘stumbles’ to the incompetence of a commoner such as them is exhaustively inconceivable.”

“Tara, I implore you to exercise patience. They are a fine apprentice, and they certainly have the potential for brilliance. Am I not a competent mentor?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, intending the question to be at least somewhat thought-provoking, but the only reaction he received was Tara turning her head away and murmuring something too quiet for Gale to hear. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he knew her well enough to predict it was something snarky, and he didn’t bother investigating. He dipped the large quill again, unable to recall if he’d already wet the tool, and the liquid dripped off of the tip, shimmering in the glint of the fading sun as it rejoined the rest contained in the bottle. “Why is it that you repudiate all of their attempts to bond with you? Surely you don’t think them ill-mannered?”

“‘Ill-mannered’, he says,” she mocks, her tail flicking in irritation. “It is not their civilities that I have quarrels with. It is the expectations I deplore.”

“Expectations?” Gale repeats, his palm flattening against his desk, pressing out the sides of a contorted scroll, the tip of the feather hovering over the yellowed paper.

After solving her own deliberation, the tressym turns around, her wings folding against her sides, her tail curling around her paws. “Have you no fear that your confidence is misplaced? Mr. Dekarios, do you not worry that they may fall short in your plans for them? That they are not up to the task you have decided to burden them with?”

Gale’s irritated gaze softens, his hand relaxing, coming to join his other hand in resting on the desk. The clear liquid on the quill drips onto the parchment, becoming a black dot in an instant, the weave-infused iridescent ink soaking seamlessly into the paper. “I fear nobody could ever truly be capable. But my options are limited, and my few select choices are each disheartening in their own cruel ways.”

“Evidently, you have already made up your mind. Why is it that you allow them to remain oblivious? You know better than anyone how dire the circumstances are.” Tara’s paws slide forward, her belly laying flat on the desk, and she plants her head atop of her mitts.

Gale moves his hand, letting the paper curl up without the weight, to gently scratch Tara’s head, her pitying purr drawing a sigh from his own chest. “I am but a ticking time bomb. Hardly much of a man these days,” he chuckles dryly, looking around the dust-riddled mess that he still called a study. It would be nothing short of anarchy if it weren’t for his apprentice, and he’s seen it in far worse shape, but it doesn’t quite shake the quiet guilt that rocks in his stomach at just how far he’s fallen. Gale is usually quick to excuse his carelessness as an incurable consequence of his age, but he’s well-aware that his energy is not merely being lost alongside his youth.

The artifacts he consumes have only ever satiated a part of the orb’s appetite. Never quite satisfied – a commonly reoccurring trait of those Gale finds himself engaging with – the sortilege feeds off of him as well. The incantations he recites and the thaumaturgy he practices only grows stronger – more powerful than Gale could have ever predicted or wished for – while his body withers away as though his very anatomy is actively being shredded, and relentlessly so, to make room for spells that he now dreads casting.

It doesn’t help that his learned reliance was only ripped away from him when he truly needed assistance. When the man who once considered himself the smartest in all of Faerun was clueless about his own condition, the only person who could possibly have the answers disappeared.

Now, Gale was left to clean up the pieces. He understands this is his own doing – that he was, and still is, a fool. Once blinded by greed, a greed that led him to being blinded by love, a love that led him to being blinded by desperation, a desperation that led to him being trapped by fear. A fear that now has settled, more or less. Present as ever, but no longer unfamiliar, no longer a new addition to Gale’s emotions.

His hand returns to the paper, and Tara steadies her sights on the bottom of the quill, watching as it twirls, imprinting promises and bittersweet apologies onto the scroll. Words he couldn’t possibly utter aloud, but words that couldn’t be more genuine. The recipient deserves more than a written explanation and cursive laments, and he’s aware of the injustice he’s manufacturing, but he is a terribly faded man who is cursed by a deficiency in time and yet finds himself with so much left to do. He decides it is better a raven on her doorstep than his ghost, lacking any explanation.

Each day, he wakes to find his chest a little warmer, his hands a little shakier, his hair a little thinner. And each day feels like his last. He is entirely helpless to the foe that resides inside of him, of all places. Incapable of defending against something that has already breached his castle walls, and even more useless as it has latched under his skin, reducing him to nothing more than a habitat. He hosts an aberration that has grown far, far too large for its enclosure, and who threatens to rupture its cage with every breath that he dares to draw.

He’s held out for long enough. He’s lived longer than he ever imagined possible, but he knows his limits. The truth stings in places untouched by the Netherese’s reaches; his forced composure starts an ache in his face, but he knows better. With a sharp inhale, Gale rolls up the paper, setting down the large brown feather as he retrieves a thin, fraying string, tightly wrapping the letter up. He even finishes it off with a neat bow, a force of habit, and he sets it aside, leaning back in his chair.

The moon is just barely visible now, approaching the stars and creeping over the mild coverage of the stone railings on his balcony, and the wizard watches the white giant rise. Some unburied, deep sense of longing reflects in his eyes, where the moon also resides, though she is much smaller and much dimmer. There’s movement on the desk, but Gale’s eyes aren’t yet drawn away from the beauty of the night. Then there’s a weight in his lap, and a purring against his stomach, and he lowers his hand to rest on Tara’s back, gently stroking, enjoying the silent tranquility.

‘Mystra’s moon’ he used to call it. He’d tell her he could see her in the shadowed curves, but he isn’t sure if he ever really did. Maybe in a dream, long lost to him now. The moon that watched over him tonight was certainly not Mystra’s. It was bright, encasing the room in a beautiful blue, and the gaze it returned was a soft one. Free of judgment, free of stress, free of difficulty.

“I reckon I’ll be up there soon,” he exhales, feeling his familiar curl up in his lap. “Ruling my own section of sky. Perhaps I’ll even have purpose. I can’t help but wonder what it’s like.”

“Peaceful, I suspect. An eternity of peace, at that. What a prospect.”

“You’ll join me some day?”

The feline purrs out a quiet chuckle, her tail curling around her body so the tip rests on her nose, bundled perfectly atop his thighs. “Of course. I can only go so long without a self-warming bed.”

Gale smiles, his hand falling still on her back, though his thumb continues to run up and down her fur. “Give them a chance, will you? They can’t do it without guidance.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Tara reassures, her tone much softer now than when she spoke of his apprentice earlier. “Do wait for me up there. I’ll be by your side before long, Mr. Dekarios.”

“I set out tomorrow night. I’ll inform them of what they need to know.”

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #gale dekarios x reader #gale bg3 x reader #gale dekarios angst #gale bg3 angst #gale dekarios x reader angst #tara the tressym

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rock-dove-radio · 4 months

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Fun Fact I am affected by heavy synesthesia and decided to document a few silly things! When i read certain words / letters / numbers i see colors and taste things! As well as with listening to music i see visuals and taste things etc Feel free to ask questions i love answering!

Long post but basically i list brain associations so stuff under cut if you care to read

Anyway to the interesting stuff 😋😋

Color Flavors

🔴 - spicy and bitter with some sweetness. Makes my chest hurt

🟠 - Not sweet or sour it's like a uhh a snow cone

🟡 - frostingless sugar cookie

🟢 - butter

🔵 - steak

🟣 - those little mini cake things they have at weddings

⚫ - sweet and crunchy but has a dust residue like a handful sprinkles

⚪ - pineapple gummy bear

💗 - Walmart birthday cake

Colors / shapes i see when listening to artists

Lemon Demon - navy blue trapezoids and red triangles

Tally Hall - yellow circles and white diamonds

Will Wood - green squares and purple spiral circles (?)

Marina - pink bubbles and white sparkles

Lovejoy - light blue arrows facing downward

Penelope Scott - black semicircles

Mitski - slate colored trapezoids

TV Girl - gray rectangle

Weezer - green boing boing dog toy idk how to describe it

TMBG - orange semicircle really stretched

Oingo Boingo - green circles

Letter and Number Color Associations

A🔴 B🔵 C🟡 D🟢 E🟡 F🔴 G🟤 H🟤 I🔵 J🟣 K🟣 L🟣 M🟤 N🔵 O🔵 P🟣 Q⚫ R🔴 S🟡 T🟣 U🟣 V🔵 W🟣 X⚫ Y⚪ Z🔵 0⚪ 1🔵 2🟢 🟡 4🟡 5🔴 6🟢 7🔵 8⚫ 9🔴 10⚫

Day of the week Equations

10 x 0 = Sunday, 100 - 46 = Monday, 25 - 11 = Tuesday, 4 x 4 = Wednesday, 7 x 7 = Thursday, 5 x 5 is Friday, 10 x 5 = Saturday

Day of the Week Colors

Monday is Black Tuesday is dark blue Wednesday is dark green Thursday is dark purple Friday is yellow Saturday is lavender and Sunday is gray I don't make the rules

School Subject Colors

Math is red, Science is green, social studies is blue, literature / English is purple, art is also green

Number Flavors

0 - the chemicals you blow bubbles with when you accidentally get it in your mouth

1 - plain cracker you get in restaurant baskets

2 - gummy worm that's really old

3 - Doritos

4 - hamburger

5 - giant hot apple left in the sun 2 hours

6 - green apple

7 - steak fajita

8 - grape juice

9 - Hot Dog

10 - seat belt

Smells and Tastes regarding Music

Lemon Demon - lavender candle smell, taste like burger

Tally Hall - rusting Metal smell, taste like cold butter just taken out of the fridge

Will Wood - old church carpet smell, tastes like communion wine

Marina - tropical car refreshener smell, taste like putting a pen in your mouth

Lovejoy - smells like sea salt, tastes like sea salt chocolate

Penelope Scott - smells like rotting wood, tastes like Coca Cola

Mitski - smells like soap, tastes like Christmas cookies

TV Girl - smells like perfume drowning out body odor, tastes like ham sandwich that got ketchup on it

Weezer - smells like hamburger, taste like banana

TMBG - smells like antique store, taste like Olive Garden bread

Oingo Boingo - smells like barbecue, tastes like those big ass erasers people would poke with their pencils in elementary school

Misc

My Name - smells like vanilla perfume from bed bath and bodyworks, tastes like cheese pizza, is the color gold

Five Nights at Freddys - smells like cigarettes, tastes like burger (WHY DOES EVERYTHING TASTE/SMELL LIKE BURGER), is the color purple

Electric Dreams 1984 - smell like a city in Mississippi i went to 7 years ago, taste like red velvet cake, is the color hot pink

The number 999 tastes like watermelon

Pinterest app smells like nail polish and popcorn

Spotify taste like Gatorade

#.txt #long post #neurodivergent #synesthesia #autism #yum yum yum #can we get some purple 4s in the chat #will add more to this

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strezzlecki · 3 months

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femslash febuary day 4: unrequited love

lesbian prongsfoot • 840 words • @hpsaffics

It’s champagne and sugar, being settled next to James. It’s the pleasant fizz on the tip of her tongue as she sips, it’s the sparkling pink settling on her bottom lip like dew drops. It’s the refreshing sweetness of an overripe strawberry busting under her canines.

It’s just enough to tolerate, the sensation buzzes under her skin like a livewire. Barely enough to be background noise, to be something she’ll become accustomed to, a feeling she might even be lucky enough to forget.

And then James brushes the bare skin of her thigh and it’s static, it’s an open flame. It’s her skin peeled back and exposed the elements, it’s the softly humming cables of her body catching fire, scorching their way to her heart.

Sirius drains the last drops of champagne from her glass and meets James’ eyes. They’re wide behind the foggy glasses, sitting crooked on her nose. Wide with her unspoken request, shameless pleading bordering on begging. There’s not much Sirius would refuse James-in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever refused James-but this was pushing it.

“No! No, no, no!” Sirius has her fingers over her lips before James can even speak. “Not this! Find some other hopeless girl! There’s plenty in this room who’ll jump on the chance.”

And James is setting aside her own glass on the arm of the couch, and placing her hands on Sirius’ knees, and the crackling blaze in her heart is a bonfire. She’s coughing up ash and James’ nose is brushing hers. The air is sickly with their shared candied breath and Sirius has no defenses left. She’s sure she had none to begin with.

“Please?” James’ words slide down her throat like honey, soothing her burn like balm. Of course she couldn’t refuse her this, just she’d been helpless to refuse her before.

And James is the conqueror, the victor with her spoils. Settling back into the worm velvet of the loveseat and it may as well be a throne. Tapping the side of her glass with her fingernails, the piercing ringing commanding the attention of the room, she’s so satisfied on anyone else it would be smug. But not on James, never to Sirius.

Until she raises her glass over her head, silencing the hum of conversation and announces, “Speech! Speech! The bride wants to hear a speech!”

There are so many things Sirius could say about James, the bride, words that would fill libraries, but when she meets James’ eyes again the balm that was soothing her becomes suffocating. She’s burnt to cinders.

Everyone would expect a nice speech from her. A room of their friends, James’ family, a few hopeful hangers on, all expecting a nice speech from her. Two days before the wedding the responsibility was practically shackled to her by God. Or James, who was close enough.

Maid of honour, best friend of the bride, sister of the groom. There was so much she could say.

And then James squeezes her wrist and she can’t hear her own voice over the roaring flames licking up her ankles, her inner thighs, her stomach.

It’s James’ nails dragging over her skin, pressing down her racing pulse. It’s the way her lips part softly with a gasp when she looks at her, sticky with lip gloss they’d applied together. It’s the pull of her dress over her chest, fabric stretched thin over the gentle thudding of her heart, so steady and grounding compared to Sirius’.

It’s the way she knows those hands as well as her own, and longs for them to touch her in ways she’s only touched herself. It’s the way she knows how James would taste on her tongue, the way her skin would split under her teeth.

It’s the way James’ body is pressed to hers, shoulder to thigh, and it will never be close enough. It’s the way Sirius brushes a lock of her unruly hair over her shoulder and her fingers twitch for more, to bury herself up to her knuckles in the roots. It’s the way she could climb inside James’ open mouth and take root inside her stomach.

But Sirius can’t say this, and maybe she doesn’t have to. The way James’ triumphant eyes rake over her shorched body, she’s sure she knows.

“Well,” and the crashing waves in her gut settle to a gentle rocking as Sirius focuses on the mole on James’ collarbone. “You all know how much I love James…”

“I love you!” And James has the tip of her sword at the base of Sirius’ exposed neck. “We’re like sisters, you and me.”

It’s sour, the sip that Sirius takes. The champagne refuses to pass the rising bile in her throat, it rots behind her teeth. It’s warm and flat, choking her.

It’s words forcing their way out of her, out her the gaping wound in her vulnerable throat. It’s vinegar in the hot air between them, the lie the spits through the blood James draws.

“Like sisters.” She agrees.

And she’s still burning.

#hpsapphicsfeb24 #my writing #lesbian prongsfoot #!!!#:((#</3 #it’s for the DRAMA I promise

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adarkandmagicalforest · 5 months

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Good Mouse

she was new to the red keep

and the white worm had advised that she keep her head down and just listen

however, the queen's master of whisperers had other plans for her

Larys Strong/Reader

Keep your head down, the White Worm had told her.

Keep your head down and listen, keep your head down and wait, keep your head down and learn.

So she did. She did all the Lady Mysaria asked of her. She tidied rooms, she cleaned floors, she brought meals up from the kitchens and the dishes back down to be washed. The other serving girls told her the best ladies to serve, the old men to avoid and where the most handsome knights liked to do their practice. Talia was the most severe of the older ladies-in-waiting, who gave the rest of them quick orders and expected them done before any other, as hers were usually directly for the Queen. Dyana was quite soft and kind, and occasionally needed a reminder of what she was doing, but her lady was the Princess Helaena, so her needs were always taken care of next now that the Princess Rhaenyra was away from the Red Keep.

And after the royal family, it was the members of the council whose needs were tended to after that.

The King's Hand and Lord of Harrenhal, Lyonel Strong, was an gruff but polite man who accepted the meals she chose for him with good-natured complaints at the plain porridge or herbed fish she brought for him, citing the orders from the Grand Maester that he should avoid pink and red meats during this stage in his life.

But the Hand's son, Lord Larys Strong, was a very different man than his Father entirely.

The first time the new serving girl attended to the Master of Whisperers was when she brought him his supper one autumn evening. His rooms were in a far off part of the Red Keep, one that she had to walk for a full ten minutes to get to after retrieving his supper of pigeon pie and vegetable stew.

The only lights that had been on in his rooms were on the walls, which she had taken as a sign that the Lord in question was not present.

And so, she had taken a moment to relax within the unfamiliar chambers which were so different than her own, where she had to share with nine other girls. These rooms were nothing like those cramped quarters. These were larger, with big windows by the wall which were covered with thick velvet curtains to shelter out the glow of the moon outside. The rest of the room was well spaced, with well-made wooden furniture nothing like the rickety end table and squeaky collection of cupboards where all of her little possessions existed inside one of the small spaces.

Lord Larys' meal was placed neatly onto the dining table. His plate of pie was set down on a woven mat, his container of stew set onto the metal cage that hovered above the trio of fat candles that would keep it well heated.

His wine, a Dornish blend, had only just finished being decanted before the Lord in question nearly scared her out of her wits with the sound of his cane.

"Oh!" she'd gasped, hurrying to pick up her tray and make herself scarce. "My lord, I'm sorry, I was just on my way - "

Lord Larys Strong's nickname was Larys Clubfoot. An unkind if true one, the man was born with a foot that was formed wrong in the womb. As a side effect of such a deformity, the man was forced to use a heavy walnut cane and wear a thick leather boot on his foot. Which typically was not what made a particularly sneaky man, and yet somehow it wasn't until the nobleman's cane clacked down against the stone rather than the carpet did she become alerted to his presence.

"No no, please." Lord Larys immediately said, holding out his hand to stop her escape. She could have still left of course. Even with a hand on his cane, he looked unsteady standing upright. But he was also a lord. Her superior. And Lady Mysaria told her to listen, wait, learn.

"My apologies, my lord, I've brought your supper for you and I was just on my way." She explained, staying put as his square-shaped hand was still held out to her. Even when it lowered to rest on top of his cane, relieving the weight off his leg and giving the man a slightly taller stature.

"Why, thank you." Larys said, approaching the dinner she had just set out for him. Then, he reached out and lightly touched the lid of the small stewpot, where it sat still hot thanks to the candles that burned beneath it. "How thoughtful," He then mused, lifting up that lid and observing the flow of steam that floated out of the little pot. "And clever of you."

The serving girl looked to the little iron cage he gestured to. It seemed rather unremarkable to her, just something that her Mother had always used to keep dinner hot on the table. The one on Lord Larys' table was actually crafted from a scrap piece of iron that she'd found in the kitchens that was just large enough to set the pot on top of.

"I thank you, my Lord." She said, looking up at him, resisting the urge to flinch when she saw that he was now within mere feet of her, all without her noticing.

Perhaps without his deformity, he might have grown into his height or bone structure - but as he was, he looked thin and strange, with dark brown hair and rather beady eyes that seemed to peer into her with a disturbing lack of shame. But then, he was a Lord. If he wished to stare at her like that, he had every right to.

listen, wait, learn sweet girl

"Hmm. Not enough for two, however." Lord Larys noted then, his eyes finally separating from hers to look upon his supper again with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Oh - I did not know you would be having company, my Lord. I could leave for the kitchens now and come back - ?" She attempted.

"No no, this is fine." The noblemen dismissed easily, resting his cane against the back of the chair as he lowered himself into it. "Tomorrow evening, you will bring enough for two."

"As you wish it, my Lord."

"And you will be dining with me." He said, just as at ease, as if this was a perfectly normal command to his ears, even as he pulled his perfectly heated stew forward and dipped his spoon inside it. Larys was a very delicate eater, careful with his utensils and making sure that no drop of broth nor any food dripped onto his lap nor dribbled down his chin. Where his foot was rotten, his hands were extremely steady. Seated, he was as confident as any other lord.

So she repeated herself. "As you wish it, my Lord." She said.

But this was all the man seemed to want from her for now, as he smiled at her in a way that did not reach his eyes and dismissed her with a playful wave of his spoon.

She told the White Worm of this development as quickly and covertly as she could.

Attend the dinner, my girl, the Valyrian woman had written back. Do as the rat commands, whatever he commands. Learn.

So she had obeyed.

Supper on that second night was glazed duck, roasted onion rice porridge and plenty of cooked breads and cheese. The wine that night was a rosy one from Highgarden and even smelt a bit like rosewater as she was decanting it. She had never smelled anything like it and the pitcher was radiating the fragrance even after she put the wineskin away. Soon, it was even smelling like peaches and apples, and as she set out the dishes of duck, she found herself wishing she could try it even before Lord Larys arrived.

Thankfully, there was too much to be done to become too distracted by the temptation of wine, including the lighting of the many candles in the room and setting out the two place settings at the table - of which, she'd already changed twice, as she hadn't known where the Master of Whisperers wanted her to sit. She'd settled for on his left.

"Ah, how dutiful of you." Larys commented when he'd arrived, immediately coming forward, leaning on his cane as he limped to his seat. His hardened boot bumped slightly against his chair, the odd turn of it making it a nuisance. She didn't comment on it nor offer to assist him. Lords did not like to be helped without prompting. "Sit, won't you?" He then added once he was settled, now in his element, his slightly greasy hair pulled back out of his face and his posture slightly less hunched as he reached for the wine that had been so tempting her.

She obeyed his request, sitting down comfortably on his left as she watched with anticipation as Larys filled his wine goblet and then hers.

"Drink." He commanded gently, the sound accompanying a slight smile. He was freshly shaved that day.

He needn't have to tell her twice. She reached for the goblet eagerly while Larys watched. The smell was even more lovely up close, and she took the moment to take it in before she sipped it.

"A connoisseur?" The lord inquired with amusement as he started to serve her from the dishes.

"No, my Lord." She said with some embarrassment, putting the goblet down.

"Now now, lying is a sin, my Lady. You can tell me." Larys scolded her good-heartedly, but she heard the warning within it regardless and it made the wine taste suddenly not as sweet on her tongue. Sin indeed.

"I enjoy categorizing them, my Lord. Just from the scent mostly... I think this one is one of my favorites." She explained, feeling unnerved yet again by how directly he looked at her. It made her feel like she was naked rather than dressed in plain cotton.

"Is it?" He leaned forward, interested. He did not reach for his own goblet yet. "Tell me what you smell."

The girl swallowed lightly and smiled nervously before reaching for her goblet again. She shut her eyes and tried to obey. "Well - this is a blush wine. It's pink, sweet. But it also smells of roses, fruit... I can even smell the wood of the barrel they aged it in - apple."

"My, all of that you can catch from a mere smell. What a clever nose you have there, little mouse." Larys said bemusedly, like she was exactly that, an entertaining little mouse in a maze of his own design. It made her wonder exactly why he had commanded she dine with him that evening. The other girls had never reported that he was that sort of man, and they were never shy about that sort of thing, not with Prince Aegon and his proclivities being an open secret. If the Master of Whisperers preferred to have servants in his bed, she would have been told. But her Mistress had told her to obey, whatever he wished.

He was not too repulsive looking. He looked rather like his Father, but far thinner, and had only shared the coloring and a few cursory features of his more handsome brother Ser Harwin Breakbones, like the shape of their noses and the ridge of their brows. She would not need to pretend too badly, it was not as if he were the ancient Maester with his hound dog face or Lord Beesbury who preferred young girls with yellow hair to strike at him when he least expected them.

"Thank you, my Lord." She said, picking up her utensils at his silent gesture. "It is from years of practice is all. You learn to recognize the best wines from what you can, especially when serving those who drink so much of it."

This made Lord Larys chuckle and finally pick up his own goblet, waving it under his nose in a bit of a show before sipping it himself. "Hmm... I'm catching - grapes?"

The serving girl giggled. "That is the jist of it, Lord Larys."

The nobleman speared a piece of duck on his plate. "Mm. I rather enjoy the sound of that from you, little mouse. Though 'rat' was unkind I found it very inspirational. Rats are everywhere, as I am." The enjoyment she had dried like ashes in her mouth, even while Larys hummed with pleasure at the taste of the meat in his mouth, cutting the flesh neatly with his knife, the threat almost too much for her to bear, even with how calm a disposition he held.

"Ser - "

"I'm not a ser." Larys corrected immediately, lifting a piece of meat up and inspecting it. "And you're not eating. Are you frightened of me now?"

She wasn't sure how to answer that. She wasn't even sure what she should do. She could have run, but his implication of 'rats' had left her unable to move. Her supper was getting cold there without any candles for her plate to rest above.

The lord sighed gently then, putting his own utensils down. "There's no need to be frightened. I could not possibly harm you, could I? You could stand up and leave, right now, and I could do nothing to stop you."

Oh certainly she could leave that room without being stopped, that much she did not doubt. It was a matter of what happened afterwards that she feared. No matter how she exited that room, death would be waiting for her. Now the only question was by whose will her life would end. By the rat or by the worm. And so her pale hand reached out and picked up her wine again. She drank from it deeply, and the sweet nectar of roses, peaches and apple swirled within her mouth. If she was to die, she would at least enjoy her last cup of wine. Neither Master nor Mistress could take that away.

"Oh now... That is a decision I respect." Larys commented, his dark, imploring eyes lit with approval as he watched her savor her wine.

"If this is to be my final action, I would like to enjoy it fully, Lord Larys." She explained shortly, pleased that her voice did not shake.

"'Final action?'" The Lord echoed. He picked up the pitcher and refilled her cup. "Oh no, little mouse, this won't be your final action at all. Far from it."

Startled, she put her goblet back down. But he did not wait for her to question him before continuing with his line of thought. "Tomorrow evening, bring another wine you enjoy. Something complicated, from the Arbor perhaps. And dessert as well. Whatever your favorite it, I imagine with your taste in wine, you'll have fine taste in sweets as well." The rat said with a wry grin, the compliment nearly lush even while she looked at him bewildered.

"I don't understand, my Lord."

"Larys." He corrected her.

"Larys." She repeated agreeably, seeing this perhaps as a way out, a way forward, a way that she could still use to listen, wait, learn.

"I think you do understand me, mouse." Larys then said. It was then that the lord revealed his true wants to her, something that honestly relieved her more than she thought. Because this - this drifting of his dark loom-y eyes over her body, from down her pale neck and over the curve of her breast within her dark cotton dress. This made sense, this was something she could do. "But I understand that you need more from me than just a mere insinuation, little mouse. I'd like you to continue to keep faith with your... confidant. I'll allow you do to as you will, continue working as you wish for whomever aging lords and rude ladies wish it from you... Or, you can join my own service, permanently - and be allowed a few more liberties."

He wanted her to serve both of them. Serve both and live. Serve both and survive.

She would not assume that his second suggestion was a mere suggestion at all. Her only choice was to join his own service - and from his look, she knew what such a thing would entail. But this did not worry her, not when she could imagine far worse under more violent hands. Though the darkness she saw in Larys Strong's face was one that she could not take lightly. But what could he possibly desire from her other than a warm cunt and a pretty face?

"What would your service entail, Larys?" The mouse inquired nervously, looking at him as if she could discover his proclivities through his face. Anticipation was written there, but satisfaction too. He knew she had nowhere else to go.

"Undress, if you please." He said softly, his eyes moving over her body.

Despite expecting something along these lines, she could not help the way her heart jumped with horror at the order. But she would not disobey - she stood, lifted up her skirts and pulled them over her head. Her shift, plain stays and her small clothes followed, surprisingly the easiest thing to remove - as once her clothing and her shoes were kicked away, the noblemen seemed to become shy himself, as he was now staring down at her feet.

Then, he was staring to such a degree that she had to follow. She still wore her stockings, plain ivory ones. They were tight and slightly sweaty from where they clung to her feet from the long day's work.

She reached down to them.

"No." He commanded, finally looking upon the rest of her, his gaze roaming her small, pale breasts, down her soft stomach and down her thighs where the cinched ribbon kept her stockings in place. "You've been working since dawn, haven't you? Your legs must be sore."

"I - yes, they are." The mouse eventually said, when she realized that his question was one he expected to be answered.

And once she had, he seemed quite pleased with her. As then, he was pushing his supper out of the way, making a space there. This was quite a strange action to her, especially as she was standing there quite naked, a little cold, frightened and very confused.

His wide, square hand then laid itself onto the fresh space he made. "Come, sit here... I'll rub them for you."

This was not an offer. It too, was another command masked in a polite tone.

"Don't be afraid. Come now, let me help you." Larys the Clubfoot urged warmly, lightly patting the wooden table.

So the naked girl drifted in and obeyed, lifting herself up onto the table so she was seated in front of him. Even with the slight height she now had over him though, she did not feel secure, even as she silently waited for him to spread her legs and do as he would to her.

Except he didn't. Instead, he reached for her left ankle, wrapping his warm hands around the delicate bones there. His fingers smoothed slowly over the cotton, slipping up and down while his eyes devoured the sight with a hunger that was bewildering.

The rat tutted then once his hands reached her foot, the imprint of his thumb against the soreness there willing some of the ache awake. "Poor thing. These are worn so thin... Look at how dirty they are here - and here." He said, pressing his fingers in and rubbing where the most throbbing existed. The bottom of her stocking was a bit dirty thanks to her shoes, which she would need to replace and soon.

The lord rubbed his thumb in a circle into the arch of her foot then, making her sigh lightly at the relief it gave.

Which ultimately seemed to be what Larys Clubfoot desired from her.

"Now let's remove these, hm? You'll feel much better once they're off." He said easily, eagerly. Larys' hands reached up to her thighs, pulling the ties before pealing the cotton away from her. It relieved the pressure on her legs for a moment before the lords burning hands clasped at her again.

That was when she noticed the tent in his trousers.

She'd guessed as much. And yet, she was stiffening up, all too aware of herself now.

"Now now, none of that." He whispered, his voice hoarse and heady. "No fear here, little mouse. Come now, I can show you." He moved himself closer within his chair, bending her knees up and placing them on the arms of the chair. This new position left her cunt quite open and spread to the cool air and it took a reminder to herself to not flinch nor squirm to cover herself shyly.

"What a pretty pussy for a mouse to have." The lord said playfully. "Now let's see here." He mused, taking her leg and folding it, trapped, between her thigh and his chest as he leaned in to inspect her. "Shy pink petals, just like a little rosebud, if you pardon the analogy." He said with an amused smile before turning his head to kiss briefly at her ankle. His lips were warm and dry. Then, his wide hand went between her open thighs and laid itself upon her cunt, encompassing it completely with a comforting wave of heat that made her gasp lightly.

Larys rubbed his hand over her at the sound, the friction moving over her sensitive center until pleasure started to build within her, that familiar bud above her core giving her the urge to roll her hips boldly against his hand for more of that delicious friction.

"That feels good hmm?" He said, slowing his movements. Then, he ran his thumb between her petals, swiping down and briefly slipping it inside her, swirling it around and thrusting inside until he had gathered some of the slick moisture there, spreading it. "That's good. I want you to feel good. Come here, now. That's right, on my lap."

She hadn't needed to move very far. Just to move a few inches down to sit on top of his knees, but she kept her elbows on the table behind her for balance something that Larys appreciated as it gave him the ability to bend her legs back, as if she was an open dinner plate for his eyes to devour.

Already, his kisses had returned to her legs, always kissing from her calves down to her ankles and then finally to the bottom of her feet, which was when his cock became most noticeable beneath her and when his hand started to rub insistently at her cunt again, making her moan and tremble at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Soon, the lord did as all lords did eventually, and took out his cock.

It seemed a fairly regular cock, though it was particularly veiny from where she saw it before Larys sank her on top of it, his left hand digging into her hip while the right continued to swipe over her, his rapid fingers making her voice grow breathier and breathier while her peak built up within her until she was close, so so so close.

"Oh my little mouse, look at you. Look at you, look at you, oh how could I not keep you?" He murmured ecstatically, his hand never stopping, even as she began to grind herself back, back against his cock which was now well inside her. "And people always said I was too difficult to buy for... Oh my mouse, yes, you can cum for me, that's right, just like that. Such a good little mouse." His praise made her cunt clench desperately around the cock inside of her, her mind dizzy from confusion and arousal and then the peak that overcame her, making her shake and moan quite loudly while her arms and legs shook and her head fell back against the wood.

It was then that he began pulling on her hips in earnest, fucking her with what strength he had in his arms, but he didn't appear to require more than a few thrusts before she felt his release shoot inside her, joining her own dripping arousal slipping out onto the lord's clubfoot and the stone floor when his cock softened and slickly slipped out of her wet cunt.

"Very good." Larys praised again, looking delighted as he took her by both ankles, kissing the tops of her feet, before spreading them wide again and kissing her directly on her cunt, making her breath hitch unexpectedly. "Yes, very good... Run along now, mouse. Get dressed and inform your Mistress that you've made the lord rat fall hopelessly in love with you. If she asks for details, I'll hope you be discreet." He punctuated this ominous order with another kiss to her cunt, a lingering one that she rather liked, which made her sigh and want to squirm against his mouth.

But he parted from her regardless, wiping their mixed spend from his mouth, it not appearing to bother him at all as he smiled.

"I will see you tomorrow evening." He promised as she left. The door shut behind her heavily, and when she looked down to check if she was presentable enough to sneak back to her crowded chambers, she realized too late that she had forgotten her stockings.

#larys strong #larys clubfoot #larys x reader #fanfiction #asoiaf fanfiction #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #asoiaf #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd larys

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Almud Masterpost

Seemed like a good idea to create a place to compile information about the main planet project I have going.

Most of the pictures here are hand-drawn. I have slowly been improving at digital art, so I do intend on gradually replacing them with procreate recreations, but until then, have these messy pencil illustrations.

The planet’s name is Almud (pronounced “awl-MOO-duh” (yes, the D at the end is its own syllable)). It is the second planet from its star, an orange dwarf. Conditionswise, Almud is very similar to Earth, just a lot warmer and wetter, and without a single large moon. Instead, it has a somewhat recently-formed system of rings. These rings are made of the debris from the planet’s former moon, which floated in past the Roche limit a few dozen million years ago and got torn apart. Almud may or may not also have a smaller moon or two somewhere further out. I haven’t decided on that yet.

This is a map of Almud’s entire geography, which is slightly outdated. I’ll probably make an updated version at some point eventually possibly maybe. If you’re curious, those numbers on the continents were so I could keep track of continental drift to make sure everything made sense. I care way too much about tiny details.

This is a rough (and I mean very rough. Not proud of my craftsmanship on the outlines here) approximation of what Almud’s surface looks like. The foliage uses a teal pigment to photosynthesize, and the sky appears pink during the day. Obviously, not all of the planet is wetlands, but there are definitely more wetlands than there are on Earth thanks to the much higher humidity.

I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out what Almud’s animal-equivalent life should be like. After several failed attempts, however, I think I have gotten it to a point I am satisfied with. Below is a phylogenetic tree of all of the “animal” phyla present on Almud, and an overview of what each phylum has going on. I tried not to rip off Earth's phylogeny too much, but there are some notable parallels.

Vaxistoma (roughly "vaccine mouth"): Small fishlike creatures that feed through a proboscis with an extendible needle-tooth-thing inside of it. The rest of their body is covered in thick, hard scales. They mainly inhabit deeper waters where aquatic duossei are less common.

Duosseus ("two skeletons"): The closest equivalent to vertebrates. First members were fishlike, with calcified plates covering the outside of their bodies and rod-shaped bones supporting the inside. The outer skeleton atrophied mostly in the terrestrial members, but most classes do still have notable remnants, as shown in the small drawing above.

Limosus ("muddy, slimy things"): Soft, squishy creatures without much in terms of an internal skeleton, but most groups do have some external armor like their relatives listed above. Can be accurately summarized as "molluscs, but more alieny", though a few members are more like worms or sea stars.

Jocomodivirae (very roughly "funny little guys"): Small velvet worm-esque invertebrates with a thick, leathery pad over their back. A very diverse phylum with many, many members. Definitely not just insects with no exoskeletons.

Planagelattae ("flat jellies"): What if flatworms had three eyes?

Xenigmalus ("strange, mysterious things"): I can't think of a good way of describing these, which is pretty fitting for what they are. Body plans vary wildly here, but are almost always some combination of fins, tentacles, and a big translucent sack. Like the vaxistomans, they usually inhabit deeper waters.

Cornivermia ("horned worms"): Pretty self-explanatory. The flat, hard bits at the fronts of their heads help them dig through softer areas of soil. Some groups use these growths instead as something more akin to pincers, fins, hooks, or shells.

Carniherbae ("meat plants"): You know those animal-fern things from the Ediacaran era? These are just those, but not extinct.

Vivitria ("living glass"): Soft, feathery insides protected by a crystalline silicate shell. Many species in this phylum are colonial, which tend to look like colorful, floating geodes. These colonies often have surprisingly complex sensory capabilities, and some have been found to be about as intelligent as Earth cats.

Xylovitria ("wood glass"): Terrestrial relatives of the vivitrians, almost all of which are colonial. The defining feature of this phylum, besides their terrestriality, is their symbiotic relationship with a wide range of plant-equivalent species. The xylovitrian colony forms a protective, glassy wall around the plants' branches, as well as a system of feathery roots beneath the soil which serve to both gather nutrients for their plant partner and exchange gametes with other colonies to create new, empty xylovitrians for the plants' seeds to land in. In return, the plant gives the colony some of the byproducts of its photosynthesis.

Chiforma ("X-shaped"): Four-sided radially symmetrical creatures. Contains such captivatingly creative groups such as "squids, but four", "clams, but four", "eels, but four", and, most creataculiciously of all, "coral, but four". A shining example of the innovation that specbio nerds are capable of.

Nodovellis ("tangled hair"): Formless, sessile filter feeders. Basically a slime mold trying really hard to be a sponge, but the closest it could get was becoming a loofah.

(Feel free to give critiques or advice on the scientific names I made. All I really did here was mess around with google translate. I know there are guidelines and policies for what is and isn't an acceptable phylum title, but I've never been able to understand what any of them mean. If anything immediately makes you go "That's not how that works!", let me know)

For some additional information, I imagine that life on Almud began in freshwater rather than saltwater. This made the transition to land pretty easy for most of the animals, since they could afford to just flop around in muddy wetlands without any risk of drying out. This does mean that their skin is very, very sensitive to salt, however.

There is one sapient species on Almud: These slug things. Their actual species name is Akada, if that's important. Akada are descended from a social burrowing species that learned how to cultivate the many plants and molds that thrived in the dark, wet conditions of their tunnels. They are herbivorous, have a herd animal-like social structure, and currently have a level of technological advancement similar to ours. For more miscellaneous and mostly jokey info on them, please look here.

I will expand on all of this when/if I find the time and motivation.

#art #pencil on paper #alien #slug #akada #almud #spec bio #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative evolution #xenobiology #creature design #drawing #sci fi #guess who just learned that the name I gave to this planet is also the name of an antiquated unit of measurement #good to know it's not #like #an obscure slur or something #my art

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MY FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023! (lists in no particular order....well, sort of)

MY 20 FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023

Anna Hillburg- Tired Girls (Speakeasy Studios)

RVG- Brain Worms (fire)

The Tubs- Dead Meat (Trouble in Mind)

Seablite- Lemon Lights (Mt St Mtn)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- The Town That Cursed Your Name (Slumberland)

Lewsberg- Out and About (12XU)

Melenas- Ahora (Trouble in Mind)

Blues Lawyer- All in Good Time (Dark Entries)

Colored Lights- S/T (Bobo Integral)

Doe St- Stepping Stones (Legless)

Guardian Singles- Feed Me To The Doves (Trouble in Mind)

Corvair - Bound To Be (WIAIWYA)

The Garment District- Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts of the World (HHBTM)

Royal Ottawa- Carcosa (self released)

Tough Age- Waiting here (Bobo Integral)

Soft Science- Lines (Shelflife)

The Midnight Sailors- S/T (self released)

Robert Forster- The Candle and the Flame (Tapete)

Civic – Taken By Force (ATO)

Sumos- Surfacing (Meritorio)

WAIT….HERE’S 20 MORE!

Connie Lovatt- Coconut Mirror (Enchante’)

En Attendant Ana- Principia (Trouble in Mind)

Withered Hand- How to Love (Reveal)

The High Water Marks- Your Next Wolf (Minty Fresh)

The Feelies- Some Kinda Love: Performing the Music of the Velvet Underground (Bar-None)

Connections- Cool Change (Trouble in Mind)

The Ex Bats- Song Machine (Goner)

The Photocopies- Top of the Pops (Ultra Modern)

Amanda Brown- Eight Guitars (Lillipilli)

Arthur Alexander- …Steppin’ Out! (Big Stir Records)

Eyelids- A Colossal Waste of Lights ((Jealous Butcher)

Panic Pocket- Mad Half Hour (Skep Wax)

Yo La Tengo- This Stupid World (Matador)

Swansea Sound- Twentieth Century (Skep Wax)

Kevin Robertson- Magic Spells Abound (Futureman)

Super 8- Hoopla (The Beautiful Music)

The Radio Fields- Dos and Dont’s (Subjangle)

Joe McAlinden- Where The Clouds Go Swimming (self -released)

The Black Watch- Future Strangers (ATOM)

Rob I Miller- Companion Piece (Vacant Stare)

….AND HERE’S 10 MORE

The Lost Days- In the Store (Speakeasy Studios)

Life Strike- Peak Dystopia (Bobo Integral)

Belle & Sebastian- Late Developers (Matador)

Lauds- Imitation Life (Fort Lowell)

The Hepburns- Only the Hours (Lavender Sweep)

Lomma- Torrey Pines (self released)

C.O.F.F.I.N.- Australia Stops (Goner)

Special Friend- Wait Until the Flames Come Rushing In (Skep Wax)

Burning Ferns- World of the Wars (Country Mile)

Wojtek the Bear- Second Place on Purpose (Last Night From Glasgow)

I ALSO REALLY LIKED ALBUMS BY: Diners, Moving Targets, Bill Orcutt, Skull Practitioners, the Suncharms, Divine Horsemen, The Flashcubes, Hurry, Teenage Fanclub, Lydia Loveless, The Make Three, Shana Cleveland, The Ekphrastics, Ryan Allen, Fruit Bats, Nicole Yun, Dippers, Lost Film, Tony Jay, Cindy, Class, The Clientele, Lemon Twigs, Sweeping Promises, The National Honor Society, The Whiffs, Infinite River, Silver Biplanes, Jason Isbell, The Cuticles, Mudhoney, Alex Lahey, Crocodiles, Peter Hall, Cherry Fez, The Angles, Scott Gagner, Mainland Break, Christian Kjellvander, Sick Thoughts, Grand Drifter, The Motifs, The Sunshine Convention, The 1981, Roy Moller, Youth Valley, Soft Covers, Deadlights, The Smashing Times, The Spires, Helen Love, Motorbike, Silverstiles, Water Damage, Uni Boys, The Royal Arctic Institute, Gina Birch, Gee Tee, etc.

MY 10 FAVORITE REISSUES OF 2023

The Chills- Brave Words (Fire)

The Replacements- Tim (Sire)

The Ocean Blue- Davy Jones Locker (Korda)

Wild Carnation- Tricycle (Delmore)

Neutral Milk Hotel- The Collected Works of Neutral Milk Hotel (Merge)

Das Damen- 1986- Keeps Me Wild (Dromedary)

Heavenly -Le Jardin de Heavenly (Skep Wax)

The Verlaines- Bird Dog (Schoolkids Records)

The Toms- S/T (Feel It)

Celibate Rifles Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (Bang!)

MY 15 FAVORITE EPS OF 2023

Lightheaded- Good Good Grief (Slumberland)

Minor Threat- Out of Step outtakes (Dischord)

The Cucumbers- Old Shoes (self released)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- Unloveable Losers (digital)

The Vapour Trails- On a Beautiful Day (Futureman)

Blues Lawyer- Sight Gags on the Radio (Dark Entries)

Deary- S/T (Sonic Cathedral)

The Wends- Better Will (WWNBB)

Te Vista- S/T (Cripes)

Red Sleeping Beauty- From Sarah With Love (Matinee)

Letting Up Despite Great Faults- Crumble (S/T)

The Prize- Wrong Side Of Town (Anti Fade)

Touch Girl Apple Blossom- S/T (self released)

Galore- Blush (Paisley Shirt)

Lost Tapes- Crossing Towns (Shelflife)

MY 5 FAVORITE COLLECTIONS OF 2023

The Particles- 1980’s Bubblegum (Chapter Music)

Primal Scream- Reverberations (Travelling in Time) (Acid Jazz/XTRM/Young Tiki)

The Shapiros- Gone by Fall: the Collected Works of (World of Echo)

Dot Dash- 16 Again (Country Mile)

Comet Gain- The Misfit Jukebox (Tapete)

Eric "Eggman" Eggleson's favorite records of 2023!

A Colossal Waste Of Light - Eyelids

Aeterna - Vinyl Williams

Away From The Castle – Video Age

Babydoll – Rat Columns

Bananasugarfire – Golden Apples

Careless By The Coast - Marvin Powell

Cartwheel - Hotline TNT

Colored Lights

Compact Trauma – Ulrika Spacek

Continue As A Guest – The New Pornographers

Disenchanter - Alaska Reid

EP IV – Yumi Zouma

Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts Of The World – The Garment District

Henry St. - The Tallest Man On Earth

Hindsight is 50/50 – Ghost Woman

I Held The Shape While I Could – Bodywash

Javelin – Sufjan Stevens

Left Hand - Becca Mancari

Life and Life Only - The Heavy Heavy

Love as Projection – Frankie Rose

May Cause Dizzy Ness - The Musical Chairs

My Entire Life – SUSTO

Pearlies – Emma Anderson

Perennial - Woods

Pictures – Dean Owens

Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) - Yves Tumor

Prize - Rozi Plain

Radio Red – Laura Groves

So Soon Now – Trillion

Strange Loops and Outer Psyche – Andy Bell

Suntub – ML Buch

The Greater Wings - Julie Byrne

The Natural Lines

The Queen Is Not Dead – Spiritual Front

the record – boygenius

The Sunshine Convention

The Twits - bar Italia

This Candle Is For You - Spearmint

Waiting Here – Tough Age

We Live In Strange Times – Ian M Bailey

When Horses Would Run - Being Dead

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Bloom (Chapter 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI!!

Chapter Two

“Some people are just light, glow, hope…human stars.” - Butterflies Rising

Thank god it was Saturday and you could sleep in a bit. You eyes feel scratchy when you try to open them all the while you make a mental note to stop sharing bottles of wine with Amelia. You always end up drinking more and feeling bad the next day.

Once you force your eyes open you grab for your cell phone to check the time. 9:05AM.

Your heart beats faster when you realize you have 3 unread text messages. One from Amelia saying she ran out to get you both coffees before the big day she had planned for you. One from your mom asking if you wanted her to ship a few things you left behind. And one from “Unknown” sent at 6:00AM.

Unknown: Good morning, I hope you slept well. With a smiley face.

Crazy how a message so simple could bring such a big smile to your face. Especially before you had your coffee. After adding the unknown contact to your phone you decide to message back.

You: Good morning, I did sleep well. Gotta love Saturdays. I always try to sleep in a little bit. Not you though I guess? Up at at em at 6:00AM?!

Shortly after you hit send you hear Amelia coming through the door, bringing coffee like the goddess she is.

“Pen! I have the goods!” she said in a sing song voice.

“Thank you my savior!” You sing jokingly.

She sits down on your bed and begins to grill you about this man and you tell her what she wants to know without giving too much away. After she feels like she knows enough she tells you what all she has planned for you today.

Since you moved to Nashville she has been begging to doll you up and take you to some of her favorite bars. You begrudgingly agreed as long as you had veto power over your outfit.

“Okay so first things first we are going to go to DryBar for blowouts, then we will head over to the nail place, we can hit Anthropologie on the way back and then head home to get ready. What do you think?” She said hopefully.

You nod your head and agree that sounds good. You do love a good blowout and manicure.

As you’re getting ready to head out for your girls day, you get a text from Josh.

Josh: They say the early bird gets the worm… no I actually do some of my best writing early in the morning so I like to get up before anyone else does. It’s getting harder and harder these days to find my moments of peace. But, anyways, got any big plans today?

You text him back quickly and tell him all about the day that Amelia has planned for the two of you and how you love your friend but sometimes she forgets that you aren’t as girly girl as she is, but that you’re looking forward to spending time with her.

He texts back fairly quickly.

Josh: Have fun, enjoy your day!

By the time 5 o’clock rolls around you are beat. You have been poked and prodded all day but you have to admit you do look really good. Definitely better than usual. Your hair is blown out to perfection and you have a gorgeous nude pink manicure to boot. Amelia insists that she do your make up tonight before you two hit the bars.

After she finishes up, you look in the mirror and she has given you a very simple glamorized version of your normal make up routine. Her additions being a thin stripe of black eyeliner, a tiny bit of highlighter on your cheek bones and a nude glossy lip. It goes perfectly with the new outfit you got today. A teal crushed velvet jumpsuit, that ties at the waist, while accentuating yours. The top is a modest v neckline with cap sleeves. You pair it with your favorite gold initial necklace and gold shoes and you’re ready to go. You are feeling very confident in your appearance tonight. You take a picture of yourself just in case you muster up the courage to send it to Josh. Were you at that stage yet? You aren’t quite sure, but vodka may help to move things along.

Two bars later Amelia is begging you “Please please just one more, its a total dive but its so fun, I think you’ll like it Pen, just try!!! Pleaaasseee…” she continues on before you stop her.

“Okay, okay ONE more.” You say firmly “Then we go home, this has been the longest day of my life.”

“Yayyyy Thank you Penny girl” she says smiling at you so hard that her eyes are squinted shut. You make a mental note to keep an eye on her drink intake, even though you’ve probably had too many yourself.

The Uber drops you off at the bar and you walk inside and instantly are assaulted by cigarette smoke, loud music and very dim lightning. “Oh gosh Mill, you weren’t kidding this is…quaint” You say over the music.

She flits over to the pool tables and begins talking to some people nearby. You make your way to the bar and order a drink for her, a vodka soda, and a drink for you, a gin and tonic, extra lime.

It’s Saturday night at prime time, so it is very crowded, nearly shoulder to shoulder in some parts of the bar. You spend the better part of 10 minutes just trying to find her. The place is poorly lit, colorful Christmas lights as the main source throughout. Add in the smoke and it’s nearly impossible to see, let alone make out faces.

After searching a few more minutes you find her over in the corner of the bar talking to a group of people you don’t know on a vintage green velvet couch.

“Oh Pen, you found us! I was wondering where you went!” She says drunkenly.

“Hey Mill, I brought you this” as you hand her her drink, feeling incredibly awkward as the people stare at you. You tell them hi and your name, and they begin to lighten up and introduce themselves to you.

“Hi I’m Danny” he reaches out to shake your hand. This is who Amelia has been chatting it up with, he is tall, muscular and has long dark curly hair. Exactly her type, so you’re not surprised at all.

The guy next to him reaches his hand out to you and says “Hey girl, I’m Sam nice to meet you.” You smile politely at the tall, lanky, but weirdly handsome man. “Hi, Sam. Sorry about Amelia, she can make friends with a brick wall I swear.”

“Ah no worries it’s not often we get to come out here anymore and socialize.” He says coyly looking at Danny with a smirk.

You all begin to chat casually for a few minutes discussing some cool music event happening around town soon when suddenly Sam yells “Brother, we were wondering where you went!”

You all turn around to face him and at that moment you could feel all the blood drain from your face.

You make eye contact with Josh. Yes, the man that lives in your phone, Josh. A small smile creeps up on your face and you try you hardest to stifle it back. He looks at you nervously before addressing Sam. “Hey yeah, the line at the bar was massive but I did bring shots?” he says, as he nervously glances at Sam, and then back to you.

You immediately look away and Amelia is staring at you, knowing exactly what is going on.

All the men in this bar tonight she had to chose these?

You nervously swallow knowing that introductions are about to be made.

Josh first introduces himself to Amelia, who is absolutely scoping him out and trying to get a feel for him. She says her hellos and goes back to chatting with Danny.

You look over to him and he is already looking at you, absolutely beaming when he reaches the tiny plastic shot glass out to you and says, “Hi, um, shot?”

You nod as you wipe your clammy hands on your outfit and quickly reach up for the shot, he begins to count down “three, two, one, down the hatch!” As you all take a shot of what you now know is Fireball, and your lungs burn. You hope that this will calm your nerves a bit.

You then begin to question if maybe he doesn't realize its you. He reaches for your arm and places his hand ever so gently on top of it, sparks igniting under your skin when he says “Well this isn’t exactly what I had planned for our first date but I guess that something mystical intervened.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling, waiting for your response.

“I didn’t know if you were going to recognize me.” You say shyly looking down at your feet.

“Recognize you?” He says in a questioning tone, “Of course I recognize you, your face has been on the billboard in my mind for the past two days straight.” He says reassuringly.

“And now you have materialized in front of me, and quite frankly I am not sure what to say or do.” He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I have been working on clearing a little free time to ask you on a proper date.”

Your eyes widen and you are shocked at his statement. What does he mean clearing free time? You don’t think on it too long before you say “Well I am glad Amelia picked Danny to talk to tonight. If she hadn’t, we would be here right now at the same time and not even know it.”

“Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off pretty well, don’t they?” He says looking over at them. You turn your head to see Danny laughing at whatever Amelia has just said, Sam rolling his eyes at the entire interaction. He then looks over to you and gives you a small half smile before continuing to sip his drink, legs crossed on the couch.

With the liquid courage having its way with you, you bite the bullet and ask “So what kind of music do you play? Your profile said you are a musician right?”

“Well, it depends on your definition, but I would say Rock. It’s actually us three,” he motions with his drink, to Sam and Danny, “and my twin brother Jake who couldn’t be bothered to leave his house tonight.” He says sarcastically.

“Wow that is awesome, you have a twin? I thought the other guy in your photos kind of looked like you?” You say smiling at him.

“Yes” he says, and then making air quotes with his free hand he says “my better looking, twin”.

You reach for his arm and say “I don’t think so”. He places his hand over yours and says “That’s a sweet thing to say, but tell it to his fans.” he laughs. Confused, you shrug it off and change the subject.

The conversation continues to flow so naturally, Josh is extremely flirty and a big fan of romantic sentiments. He has barely been able to keep his hands off of you all night, and you find yourself naturally drawn to wanting to touch him back.

Sam starts up a story and you both turn to face him and listen in. All the sudden you feel Josh reach for your hand and he begins to trace the outline your fingers with his, studying and committing the feeling to memory. With his eyes still focused on Sam’s story he leans over and whispers in your ear, “I hear him talking, but all I can think about is how beautiful you are in person.”

You blush so hard that you are positive he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks. He laughs a little and then says “and that is the most marvelous shade of pink I have ever seen.”

A while later he takes your hand firmly into his and leads you over to the Jukebox.

“Pick a song, my treat.” He says smiling at you.

“I feel like this is a test, and I fear I may not pass” you say smirking at him.

“Oh it definitely is. I just need to see how much work I am going to have to put in to your musical education.” He says with a smile.

You pick A9 which is ‘Electric Feel’ by MGMT and he smiles at you. “Good choice pretty girl, I love this song.” You add this to your mental note on his music choices.

You two make your way back over to your friends, still hand in hand. Once you arrive back at the little couch you both take a seat, Josh places his hand on your thigh, looking at you to make sure it is ok. You nod and smile at him and he starts up a conversation with Danny, subconsciously rubbing his thumb in circles.

Amelia, who has just plopped herself down on your other side is begging for details. You tell her that you will tell her in the morning when she will actually be able to process. She agrees reluctantly and asks if you are ready to go.

This night has been the most fun you have had in weeks, and you are sad that it’s coming to an end. You both agree you should probably head out soon, and you order the Uber.

You look at Josh and tell him that you and Amelia are going to head home for the night. His face drops slightly and he shakes his head and says, “how about I drive you girls home, there is plenty of room in the car” it's almost a plea.

You talk it over with Amelia, and you both decide that it would be nice not to have to pay for another Uber tonight, so you agree that he can take you home.

Sam, Danny and Josh all close out their tabs while you cancel your Uber.

A few minutes later you walk out to the parking lot to Josh’s White Jeep. Josh and Sam are up front and you, Danny and Amelia take the backseat. Josh hands you his phone and asks you to put in your address.You put it in and you are on your way.

Sam calls DJ and within seconds Danny, Josh and Sam are all belting out the words to ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ by Elton John. You and Amelia are positively reeling and laughing so hard tears are forming in your eyes. You wish every night could be this fun. You think maybe it could be?

Ten minutes and three songs later, Josh pulls up at the apartment. He turns around to look at you with a smile and jokingly announces that “the cab fare will be $22.50”, he smiles even bigger and winks at you before shutting the car off.

“Hey guys I am just going to make sure they get in okay, I’ll be right back”. He announces.

Danny and Amelia are furiously exchanging numbers as Sam scrolls through Spotify to find another song to play.

Josh walks around and opens the door for you, and takes your hand in his, yet again while you walk up the path to your building.

Amelia walks ahead, Josh pulls you back a little to put some distance between you and Amelia.

“Hey” he says, “This has been the best night I have had in a while, I want you to know that I do want to take you on a real date, as soon as I can. My schedule is pretty hectic but somehow I am going to find time for you. I just want you to know.” he says squeezing your hand.

You turn to him and look into his eyes and put your hand gently on his neck, and he grabs the side of your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone and leans in. His lips slowly part as they reach yours. His kiss, so electric and warm you feel like you’re on fire. You are intoxicated by the smell of him. Warm, natural, and familiar. You begin to kiss him back very softly just as he is doing to you. You both pull away at the same time. A small involuntarily whimper leaving your throat at the removal of his soft lips from yours.

“Thank you” you say to him before he cuts you off and says “No, don’t thank me, I should be thanking you. I feel so good and normal right now and it’s something I will cling to for quite some time.”

You blush again, and continue walking to your door. He releases your hand and gives you a quick sweet kiss on the cheek and says “Until next time.” You smile at him as he starts to walk away. You walk in and shut the door, positively on cloud nine.

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sapphic-squids · 1 year

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my list of words/phrases ive read to describe 'the bits' in fanfiction💞💞

All of these I have read in fanfiction and novels. Enjoy!

• Member

• Phallus

• Cock

• Length

• Pecker

• Willy

• Manhood

• Schlong

• Wood

• Tool

• Shaft

• Staff of life

• Tunnel of love

• Vertical bacon sandwich

• Dong

• Twinkie

• Pocket rocket

• Danger noodle

• One eyed wonder weasel

• Sausage

• Joystick

• Beef whistle

• Wang

• Disco stick

• Meat sword

• Trouser snake

• Firehose

• Third leg

• Flesh flute

• Excalibur

• Love stick

• Baby maker

• Meat popsicle

• Pickle

• Wanker

• Love shaft

• Pink cigar

• (Plump) Pussy

• Fanny

• Flower

• Twat

• Hole

• Box

• Penis fly trap

• Bean

• Front bottom

• Lady garden

• Beef curtains

• Canal

• Flower

• Nub

• Slit

• Her core

• Groin

• Her center

• Apex of her thighs

• Her moisture

• Mound

• Entrance

• Cooter

• Penis garage

• Penis glove

• Cock pocket

• Cum dumpster

• Sperm bottle

• Coinpurse

• Hot pocket

• Sausage wallet

• Pandoras box

• Rosebud

• Flesh tuxedo

• Snake charmer

• Meat sleeve

• Honey pot

• South mouth

• Sweaty love box

• Lesbian lunch box

• Erection correction trench

• Candy stick

• Picturesque pecker

• Gigglestick

• Rigid length

• Love dart

• Soaked folds

• Her wettness

• (Wet) Netherlips

• Glistening snatch

• Thick petals

• Inner flower

• Throbbing pearl

• Juicy flesh

• Engorged button

• Her lovely flower

• Delicate love tunnel

• Her virgin tightness

• Her tight passage

• His endowment

• His weapon

• Thick and veiny girth

• Moss covered stone

• Entrancing lump

• Zesty meat sandwich

• Love cavern

• Woodpecker holster

• Fish stick platter

• PB&J sandwich

• Warm apple pie

• Pickle jar

• Her prize

• The crease

• Her walls

• Tight hole

• Sensitive lips

• Feminine core

• Boner garage

• Fleshy folds

• Pink, nectar covered treasure

• Her channel

• Her canal

• Slick nethers

• Quivering hole

• Soaking blossom

• Swollen heat

• Rigid appendage

• Sexy marsupial pouch

• Sensual canoe

• Pink silk

• Pretty little bunny

• Panty hampster

• Fluids

• Her essence

• His seed

• Juices

• Nectar

• Hot seed

• Love juice

• Their essence

• Glistening liquid

• Release

• Climax

• Slick

• Moisture

• Honey

• Honeyed cum

• Hot load

• Thick, potent load

• Cunny

• Silk

• Nub of pleasure

• Her modesty

• Her heat

• Fleshy pillar

• Potent impregnator

• Velvet covered rod/steel

• Strong hot meat rocket

• Third forearm

• Bologna pony

• Carnal pole

• Yogurt slinger

• His excitement

• Truth bullet

• Body worm

• Sonic screwdriver

• Her node

• Decedent dewey rose

• Pubic mound

• Tight passage

• Wet cannon

• Delicate dermis

• His mass

• Instrument of satisfaction

• Her abyss

• Potent sweetener

• Clenching flesh

• Center or pleasure

• Ever burning dumpster fire

• Like an elderly mans mouth

• A swamp as misty as the florida everglades

• Sensual canoe

• Pretty little bunny

• Lady business

• Beaver

• Dam

• Banana bowl

• Monkey hammock

• Black hole of happiness

• Fish taco

• Kitty cat cavern

• Panting puppy dog

• Velvet muscles

• Stoic walls

• Upper/lower walls

• Molten seed

• Radiating heat

• Her seam

• Flute

• Honeyed center

• Sticky pool

• Cupcake

• Cherry tips of her breasts

• Wet hearth of slick heat

• Dripping depths

• Tight orfice

• Tight glove

• Center of pleasure

• Erotic juices

• Unholy sight

• Petal

• Sensitive intimacy

• Stiff mounds (in reference to female breasts)

• Mound of venus

• Her intimacy

• Wet spot

• Deliciously wet region

• Her anticipation

• Muff

• Wet mass

• Thick love

• Tentacles

• Dessert

• Mounds of her breasts

• Gentlemans/man sword

• Vagagool

• Soaking wet apex

• Damp warmth

• Warmth of her dampness

• Enticing wetness

• Second cavern

• Flaccid meat of his penis

• Potent desire

• Intimate site

• Gushing pussy

• Man cave

• Dude ditch

• Gentlemans gorge/cavern

• Princess wand

• Chamber of secrets

• Innie/outie

• Void

• Male box

• Manhole

• Junk bin

• Man canyon

• Lady stick

• Slick heat

• Her hood

• Hot viscous liquid

• Swollen bud

• Most wonderful inner spot

• Excited nipple

• Supple, heavy mounds

• Clenching flesh

• Jostling boobs

• Shell pink lips

• Fruit

• Channel of nerves

• Eager warmth

• Special spot

• Her sanctuary

• Susceptible spot

• Sensitive button

• Her secrecy

• Prized destination

• Brown nobs

• Her destination

• Tender region

• Salty wetness

• Inner walls

• Warm wet walls

• Juicy hamburgers

• Feral gerbil

• Trunk

• Vienna sausage and tater tots

• Polish sausage

• Lolipop

• Front door

• Rear exit

• Hot rod of velvet thunder

• No no space

• Dough

• Mold of gelatin

• Girlish flesh

• Down there

• Her virtue

• Her box

• Thst lady business

• Beaver/dam

• Yogurt dispenser

• Pulsing tower

• Ripe (pussy)

• Perfect piece of fruit

• His spend

• His graduated cylinder

• Her bunsen burner

• Slick nethers

• Spotted gecko the size of a forearm

• Velvet wrapped electric thunder

• Hot white bangle tiger

• Long venomous cobra

• Little spelunker

• Pulsating thickness

• Hot wet flesh

• Swamp gator

• Rounded fruit

• Soft rounded pearls

• Juice

• Fuzzy muppet

• Sopping wet cavern

• Rabid chinchilla

• Sweet and salty little knob

• Electric charge thunder wagon

• Squeaky like a dog toy (penis)

• Gobbler wobbler

• His Charlie

• Meat box

• Two breaded fishsticks

• A loose trashbag flowing in the wind

• Slippery coinslot

• Heat guided missile

• My princess parts

• Lady canal

• Man monster

• Hotdog bun

• Dangly bits

• Her yawning hungry portal

• Arching rainbow

• Mountainous region

• Your foothills

• Slock channel

• Man root

• Sweet wet box of lust

• Lush and alluring forest of her lowlands

• Caber

• The organ stuffed painfully in his pants throbbed and begged

• Her marble

• Chocolate milk

• Purple headed warrior

• Sweater puppies

• Velvet haven

• Fuck pocket

• Glistening paradise

• Valley

• Throbbing tor

• The moon of my thighs

• Flowery garden

• Her gate

• Little lady/man

• His 11th finger

• Moist beef whistle

• His "terms and conditions"

• His wand of awesomeness

• Kid making cucumber

• Murder weapon

• Big boi

• Dingledong

• Raw wand

• Rocket launcher

• Electricity pole

• Fairy staff

• Birdy

• His empire state building

• His glowstick

• Little brother

• Blaze rod

• Tootsie roll

• His pump

• Dangling participle

• Pussfied hole

• His girthy cock

• Thoroughly flustered and wet parts

• Weight and steel of him

• Velvet helmet

• Weeping entrance

• Full, smooth dome

• Intimate muscles

• Sensitive button

• Hot channel

• Dewey folds

• Under lips

• His warm gift

• Glue

• The flesh of mankind

• Hung like pomegranates

• Little corn cob

• Pecan soaked in maple syrup

• Salty release

• Fleshy canyon

• Fluted petsls

• Layonaise

• Sweet rain

• Ducal phallus

• Perfectly tailored flesh tuxedo with its matching ascot

• Inverted hampster

• An open wound on the body that was never actually healed

• Weeny wrangler

• Wet and slippery eel

• An angry putple bunch of grapes

• Velvet wrapped super sausage

• Group of fingers that would open up and spread out once inside

• Beautiful box full of my favorite pink meats

• Medusa

• Meow maker

• Wilted asparagus stalk

• His own little velveteen rabbit

• Cute little button with eyes

• Delicious fish stick of love

• Panty dropping debt collector

• Happy fun time zone

• Velvety fuzz box

• Life giving cave of wonders

• Eves original doorway to sin

• Swollen pieces of pepperoni

• Hot puncture

• Her hot tissues

• Pump action Yogurt rifle

• Ham cucumber

• Fuckpole

• Her honey

• Pouting lips of her cunt

• Love torpedo

• Meatball sub

• Killer cobra

• Hot frothy milk canon

• Supple heavy mounds

• Womanly hills

• Large fleshy hills

• Cute sensitive hill

• Pink nectar covered treasure

• Unveiled twitching pebble

• Wobbly lady flaps

• Moistened girls lips

• Chunky cottage cheese

• Lucious taco supreme

• Snail trap

• Vegetarian lasagna

• Pickled herring (felt, tasted, smelled like)

• Remote holder

• Papaya

• Eggplant

• Banana

• Pickle

• Love truncheon

• Squish mitten

• Sacred starfish

• Gummy cave

• Swollen tissues

• Sopping clamshell

• Velvet snuffbox

• Tuna tunnel

• Fortune cookie

• The devils doorbell

• Frothy beef flaps

• Harder than a lobster

• Flounder flaps

• Orgasmic chamber

• Ham candle

• Sinful seam

• Salmon companion

• Breeding stick

• Painted mound

• Secret bedroom

• Her fertile fields

• Unfurling chrysanthemum (butthole)

• Quivering flesh vacuum

• Leech mouth without teeth

• Pink room

• Glostick of destiny

• Magical life giving door

• Radioactive crisco

• Blackened salmon

• Delicious cheese curds

• Velvet coinpurse

• Fully loaded fruit basket

• Her ripened avocado

• Her tempurpedic body pillow

• Hungry swollen loins

• Little garbage disposal

• Mamas sugary vanilla latte

• The baby conga line

• Lightly fried fish filets

• Glowing pearls

• Slick passageway

• Clam hammer

• Lustful south

• Tortured open flesh

• Honeyed satisfaction

• Her doorbell

• Anazing hills of soft flesh

• Glorious hills of muscle

• Lemon flavored popsicle

• Swatter

• Garlic and herb breadstick

• Pogo stick

• Petaling lips

• Pearly fluid

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