#smokey blue sunshine
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November 18, 2022
#fitf#holivia#banana nut muffin#smokey blue sunshine#harry styles#louis tomlinson#larry is literally real#moodboard#undefined#peace#freedom#larry stylinson#the future is now#faith in the future
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I may or may not be awake and I may or may not be thinking about mountain and his piercings…
#mountain ghoul#the band ghost#he’s got so many on his ears (which are cow like) and so many little chains connecting all the rings and studs together it’s like a fucking#maze#but he’s got these special little studs that have the color for each of the ghouls#citrine for Swiss#pearl for rain#a fire opal for dew cause it flashes red but can flash blue in the right light as well#amethyst for Aether#little honey calcites for sunshine#rainbow fluorite for cirrus#n zebra jasper for cumulus#AND HES GOT RUBIES FOR IFRIT FUCK#AND SMOKEY QUARTZ FOR ZEPHYR#OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#sodo ghoul#rain ghoul#aether ghoul#rhodolite garnets for omega hhhhhh#ewrites#anyway… all his jewelry is titanium#so silver#tongue piercing#eyebrow piercing#COLLARBONE PIERCINGS#oh man#oh fuck#I need to go to bed
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Meeting your Changeling Boyfriend
A/N: This is a mostly complete, somewhat somber yandere story with some complicated emotions, flawed characters, and NSFW parts. I'll post the parts over a couple of days to not spam
Changeling (Clark) x Flower nymph f Reader
General Plot: You wake up in a strange place and meet a friendly changeling who is happy to help you adjust to your new home
TW: future nsfw, domestic violence, isekai, yandere, jealousy, fairy prejudices
Word Count: 6k
Next part will be posted soon.
You woke with a start, your eyes flying around the room you were in. This wasn’t your bedroom. Bolting upright, you took in the space you were in frantically. The walls were roughly hewn boards sealed with grout. You were lying on a lumpy feather mattress under a thread-worn quilt. A small woodstove in the corner warmed the room with a few dying coals.
“Where? What?” you murmured, confused.
Looking down, you realized you wore a long blue dress with a bow collar. It was simple but fit you well and was a pretty contrast to your skin.
This was not your home. These were not your clothes. The last thing you remembered you’d gone to bed in your pajamas. You pinched your wrist, wondering if this was a dream, but no matter how hard you pinched, you didn’t wake up.
Something smelled of jasmine, and you patted your hair, finding it wasn’t braided as you usually did before bed. It was also much longer than it had been, and vines of jasmine were worked through it. The length fell to just above your bottom in luxurious, thick piles. Trying to pluck one of the pieces of jasmine out, you winced as it stung, a drop of blood forming on the cut tip. The jasmine was growing out of your head!
You hurried to your feet, hoping to find a mirror. There was a small bathroom with a metal tub, washbowl, and chipped mirror. Blinking at yourself, you found that you were still you. You had the same features as you’d gone to bed with, the same skin, only now you had jasmine winding through your hair. Pretty silver hair cuffs decorated with little pearls and shells shined in the candlelight. Glancing at the tub, you found a few colorful bottles of oils, pots of cream, and a cake of soap that smelled like shea butter.
You jumped at a large banging from nearby and hurried out of the bathroom. Making your way through the small one-story cottage, you opened the heavy wood door. A man was standing in front of you. He was quite tall, with dark, blue-black hair that was braided down his back and smokey gray eyes. Two pointed ears peeked out from the loose strands of his hair.
“Good morning (Y/N)!” he said with a smile.
“Do I know you?” you asked, utterly confused.
You peeked past him at the forest surrounding the house. A field of beautiful flowers and juicy vegetables was enjoying the sunshine, butting up to a thick woodland. The man’s brow drew, and he looked at you more closely.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“I don’t know you…or…this,” you stammered, waving your hand at the field of flowers. “Where am I?”
The man’s eyebrows jumped, and he looked around nervously before pushing past you into the house.
“Are you playing a joke, (Y/N)?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“I went to bed somewhere else and woke up here,” you explained. “I have no idea who you are.”
He frowned.
“Oh my,” he hummed. “Have you met anyone other than me?”
You shook your head.
“I only woke up a few moments ago,” you said.
“And all of this is new to you,” he finished your sentence, and you nodded.
He moved around the small house as if looking for someone, finally coming back to you.
“I think someone has bewitched you,” he finally concluded.
You shook your head, confused. Bewitched? What the hell did that mean?
“Bewitched? Magic isn’t real,” you scoffed. “Who are you anyway?”
His head jerked back.
“You…don’t know magic?” he asked.
You shook your head, and his nicely curved lips formed a thin line.
“You came from somewhere else than Merida?” he asked, and you nodded.
“I’m from (Y/C),” you said.
“(Y/C)?” he grunted, rubbing his chin again.
“Who…are you?” you asked again.
“Sorry, I’m Clark. You and I have been…friends for many years,” he said.
“How did I get here?” you asked. “Where is here?”
He sat down heavily at the small table in the kitchen area. You could see the gears turning in his head as he worked through some inner puzzle.
"You are in the province of Merida," he explained. "This little village is Alliet."
Your mind was spinning, and you felt dizzy.
Clark suddenly stood and helped you to a chair before pumping a cup of water out of a hand pump tap.
"Here," he said. "Have a drink before you pass out. This must be quite a shock."
Trembling, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip. The water tasted fresh and sweet.
"Wh-who am I?" you gasped. "My hair is…different…"
He gave you a half smile.
"I suppose the answer to that question is not so much who but what," he said, rubbing his chin. "Does your world have flower nymphs?"
Your eyes widened.
"In fairy tales, not in real life," you said.
"Well, here, flower nymphs are an essential part of the economy," he said, pointing out the window to the lush garden. "You cultivate all of those flowers and sell essences and stems in the village."
"I don't know anything about flowers," you said.
"Yes…" he hummed. "Though your magic is still intact, I'm sure. You haven't lost your blooms."
He nodded to the vines of jasmine falling over your shoulders.
"How…how do I get back?" You asked, clutching the clay cup in your hand. "I can't stay here."
A flash of recognition flared in his eyes, but he looked away.
"I'm afraid you can't," he said. "A soul-swapping spell can only be done once. If people could come and go at will…it could be chaos. Whoever did the spell did it at great expense to themselves. Usually, they require a sacrifice."
You gasped.
"Who would have done something like that?" you asked.
He blinked at you and then shrugged.
"The other (Y/N) is the most likely culprit," he said. "Perhaps she had something she wished to escape."
"But what?" you asked. "You said you were friends. You must know-"
He held up his hand.
"I cannot guess why she would have done that. Perhaps she simply wanted to experience something new. But that's not the issue at hand…the key issue here is that you need to be introduced to this world," he said, sliding a chair next to you and sitting down. "I'm happy to help."
You chewed your bottom lip, completely at a loss. If Clark was willing to help you, you were sure you should let him. He said he was the old (Y/N)'s friend.
"Aren't you sad?" you asked. "You lost your friend. She ran away!"
He sighed and gave you a sad smile.
"The old (Y/N) was always troubled. I'm sorry it is at your expense, but I'm glad she found where she wanted to be," he said. "I hope your world is all she dreamed it would be."
You blinked at him, wondering if you should tell him that Texas was not exactly a paradise. She would probably end up in a hospital if she ran around trying to do magic.
Deciding not to, you got straight to business. "I guess if I'm trapped here, I should learn how things work," you sighed. "I don't expect you to help me for free. You don't know me. I'm sure I can find something to trade."
His hand raised, and his thumb brushed your cheek.
"I don't mind helping you," he said. "The village is rather boring, and I'd like to honor my friend."
"I'll find something for you," you assured him, but he only gave you a bemused smile.
"First things first, we ought to reintroduce you to the village," he said. "This is a small town. People will notice you are not the same. It's best to be direct. We’ll start at the doctor and make sure the soul transfer didn't harm you in any way."
He stood, but you winced a bit.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "In pain?"
"No," you sighed. "Just nervous."
He gave you a wide smile, revealing pointed teeth.
"Do not be worried," he said. "I'll help you along."
He held out a hand to you, and you took it. His fingers were long and strong with black nails.
"Um…can I ask you something?" you asked as the two of you walked down a dirt path leading away from the house you woke up in.
"You can ask me anything," he said.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you?" you asked.
He chuckled.
"Of course, you would wonder," he said. "I’m a changeling.”
You blinked at him.
“Oh…I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means,” you said.
He smirked.
“I’m a type of fae,” he said, and before your eyes, his body morphed into something that looked like an orc, then a wolfman, then back to himself. “I change shape.”
You gasped, blinking in disbelief.
“Was that real?” you asked, forgetting yourself entirely and pinching his cheek.
It felt like normal warm flesh. He gave you a playful smile, pinching your cheek back.
“Yes, that’s all me,” he said. “I’m also a mage.”
He held his palm up to the sky, and black fire burst from it. You jumped, squealing, and he quickly put it out.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. This must all be very strange and new, hm?”
You nodded and gave him a wan smile.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said.
You looked down at your hands.
“Can I make black fire?” you asked, and he chuckled.
“No, no, you are a simple nature spirit,” he explained. “Not to diminish your value. You are extremely valuable; every town wants flower, tree, and water nymphs, but your magic is limited to growing plants and blooming flowers. Most villages take your protection to heart as nature spirits aren’t common and are very delicate.”
“Oh,” you said, not sure how to process that information. “I don’t feel particularly magical.”
“It will come to you,” he assured you, taking your hand.
The sound of people laughing and the creaking of carriages drifted through the trees, and soon you were walking through what looked like a quaint medieval village. Your heart pounded as Clark led you through the hustle and bustle, and you squeezed his fingers. He glanced down at your joined hands, his lips parting before he returned his gaze to the road.
“Morning (Y/N)!” a man with horns curving over his ears and hooves for feet shouted.
You gave him a wary wave, not wanting to be rude. Clark winked at you.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Once we visit the doctor, word will spread quickly.”
As you walked through the village, magical beings you’d only seen in storybooks went about their day. Fairies with gossamer wings fluttered about, and you even saw a centaur unloading crates off a cart. Clark stopped in front of a little shop with a heart on the sign.
“Here we are,” he said, nudging you inside with a hand on your waist.
You noted that the office was very messy, with books and scrolls filling the tables and shelves.
“Doctor Meriel!” Clark called deeper into the building.
“Be right there!” a female voice shouted, and a few moments later, a tall, lithe woman with pointy ears and pink skin appeared.
Her white hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. If you had to guess, based on your knowledge of fantasy books, you’d guess she was an elf.
“Oh, hello (Y/N),” she said, then glanced at Clark.
Her eyes drifted down to your hands entwined, and she frowned slightly.
“Clark... Is everything okay?”
“I think we should speak in an examination room,” he said, and she nodded, waving him back.
This room was spotless compared to the front office. Clark nodded for you to sit on the examination table, and he turned his attention to the doctor.
“(Y/N) has gone through a soul swap,” he explained. “This (Y/N) comes from…”
He looked at you.
“(Y/Country),” you filled in.
Dr. Meriel’s mouth fell open, and she hurried over to you, her lips forming a deep grimace.
“Oh dear,” she hummed, looking you over. “That can be jarring on the body. Who would have done such a thing?”
She pulled a wand out of her coat, and the tip glowed.
“Follow the light,” she said, holding it in front of your eyes.
You followed her directions as she examined your vision, ears, and throat.
“My guess is our (Y/N),” he said, and she turned to look at him, an eyebrow raising.
“You don’t suppose it was because of Harri?” she asked.
Clark shrugged.
“Who is Harri?” you asked.
Dr. Meriel gave you a worried look.
“Um…he used to be a member of our village. He left for the capital to join the King’s guard,” she explained. “Goddess bless us. I certainly hope he stays there.”
“Why?” you asked, and her mouth opened and closed.
She and Clark exchanged a glance.
“Harri…isn’t a nice fellow,” Clark explained. “But you don’t need to be worried about him. He’s gone.”
“Oh,” you said, wondering why they all seemed so concerned. “I’m sorry.”
They both looked at you, miffed.
“Why are you sorry?” Clark asked.
You wrinkled your dress under your fingers, your eyes getting a little misty.
“I feel like the other (Y/N) was well-loved,” you said. “I feel like I stole her from you.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Dr. Meriel said, giving you a comforting squeeze. “Don’t think that, dear. Of course, I’m sad that she is gone, but it’s not your fault. In fact, I’m a little angry with her. She forced you into a soul swap against your will. It…doesn’t seem like something she would do…but perhaps she felt desperate. It was not fair to drop you into this world so abruptly. Many people don’t handle that shift well. People go mad, convinced their world isn’t real. It can…get messy. What she did was quite cruel.”
“Am I going to go crazy?” you asked, and she gave you a sympathetic smile.
“I think if you’ve gotten this far and not melted down, you should be okay,” she said. “Most people lose it the moment they are presented with an entirely new world. However, if you begin feeling…off…please return. There are therapies we can try to help.”
“Is she okay…physically?” Clark asked.
Dr. Meriel sighed.
“Yes, she appears to be perfectly fine,” she said. “I’ll inform the mayor that we will be welcoming a new (Y/N) into our town. It’s best you take things slow. Don’t try to do too much all at once. The last thing she needs is more stress. Perhaps save the introductions until the village has been informed of her…condition.”
Clark nodded and helped you off of the examination table.
“You can come back to my house, and we can have lunch,” he said.
“Thank you, doctor,” you said to the elf before Clark shuffled you outside.
“(Y/N)!” a cheerful orcess squealed the minute your feet touched the cobblestone of the main avenue.
She picked you up and spun you around in her arms.
“I was just at your house!” she said, glancing behind you at the clinic. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”
You looked up at the tall female, her thick dark hair falling over her shoulder and her head shaved close on one side.
“I-I’m sorry…I don’t-” you mumbled, not sure what to say.
You had no idea who this person was, but they obviously knew the old (Y/N) very well.
“Neia!” Clark said. “This…this isn’t (Y/N). Well, the (Y/N) you knew.”
Neia’s brow furrowed, and her face took on a thunderous look.
“What the hell does that mean?” she barked, her large fists on her hips. “(Y/N) and I have been friends since we were kids. You know that. I think I know what my best friend looks like.”
Clark put a hand on her arm.
“Dr. Meriel was going to announce it to the town all at once, but the old (Y/N) performed a soul swap,” he said. “I’m sorry Neia, the (Y/N) you knew is gone.”
Neia’s mouth fell open, and her eyes grew shiny.
“That’s not true! You’re joking,” she turned to you, and you trembled under her gaze. “You know me! Tell me you know me!”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “I’ve never met you before. I don’t really understand where I am.”
Neia’s face fell.
“But…I’m your best friend,” she said, her voice scratchy with tears. “You wouldn’t…she wouldn’t do that without telling me!”
“I’m sorry Neia,” Clark said gently. “That’s the way it is.”
Her eyes narrowed on him, frowning.
“(Y/N) would never do that,” she said, crossing her arms. “It couldn’t be. Someone else did this to her!”
“I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’d go back if I knew how, I promise.”
She blinked at you, her face softening slightly.
“I-I’m sorry…I- this is probably terrifying for you…” she hummed, brushing a large hand over your head. “I just…I can’t believe-”
Again, her gold eyes focused on Clark, full of mistrust.
“I don’t believe (Y/N) would do that herself, Clark. I don’t buy it for a second,” she snapped. “Goddess, bless whoever the culprit is when I find them!”
“We all just have to get used to it,” he said, shortly. “I miss (Y/N) too, but think of her feelings. This is all new to her. Please treat her kindly.”
Neia huffed.
“Of course I’m going to treat her kindly,” she hissed, then looked down at you, lifting your drooping chin with a finger. “You ought to come home with me.”
She glared at Clark, then glanced at you, holding out a hand.
“You shouldn’t be left alone with him,” she said. “My family knew the old (Y/N) well and can care for you. This one can’t be trusted!”
You blinked at her, not sure what to say. You knew nothing about the social life of the old (Y/N). Would she have mistrusted Clark as well? You had no way of knowing except that the doctor hadn’t seemed concerned that you were together.
“I don’t want to be rude,” you muttered, “but I don’t know you.”
Her head snapped back as if you’d slapped her.
“How long have you known him?” she asked. “A few hours at most?”
“I-um…” you mumbled, unsure what to say.
“You’ll get plenty of time with her,” Clark hissed. “She’s only just arrived, and you’re confusing her! The doctor said to keep introductions minimal until she’s informed the town. You’re not questioning Dr. Meriel, are you? She left her in my charge.”
Neia frowned but pointed a finger at Clark.
“You’re lucky Dr. Meriel is a kind soul, or I would carry her back with me on my shoulder,” she snapped. “If I catch you mistreating her, I won’t hesitate to end you. Doctor’s orders or not.”
“Um…thank you for your concern,” you murmured, trying to diffuse the situation. “And…I’m sorry for your loss.”
Neia gave you a sad smile.
“Still a kind nymph, even from another universe,” she murmured.
She shouldered past Clark, sure to knock him over with her bulk. He looked after her, annoyed, as he brushed himself off, getting to his feet.
“Damn orcess,” he muttered under his breath.
“She doesn’t seem to like you much,” you pointed out.
He sighed and drew up a smile for you.
“Changelings aren’t well-liked,” he said. “It’s a stereotype that we’re all spies and thieves. Neia always hated me. We’ve all grown up together…but her parents told her I was bad when her dad found me in the woods the same day she lost her younger sister during birth and…well, the legend is changelings steal babies. It’s all nonsense.”
“I guess racism exists everywhere,” you sighed, feeling sad. “It must have been so hard to grow up as an orphan.”
He gave you a long, gentle look.
“Yes…it was difficult,” he agreed. “But that’s enough sad stories. I owe you lunch.”
He pulled you by your hand through back allies, avoiding any more villagers, until you reached a small castle, much grander than any of the other buildings. It was built with bright blue stone, and people wandered around the courtyard doing chores dressed in navy uniforms.
“This is where you live?” you asked, and he smiled as he pulled you through the front door.
“Built it myself,” he said. “Being a mage is a rather prolific occupation.”
“It’s beautiful,” you commented.
He led you into the foyer, which was decorated with lovely, carved wood furniture and large tapestries depicting mythical beasts. You stopped at one, brushing your fingers over the gold threads.
“This is all like it’s out of a dream,” you murmured.
You felt the heat of Clark’s chest behind you and his arms wrapped around you.
“I wish I could make it easier for you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of your head.
You sucked in a breath, and the scent of incense filled your lungs.
“You smell nice,” you murmured, and he gave you a squeeze before pulling you by your hand to what must have been the dining room.
“What sort of things do you eat at home?” he asked, and you thought for a moment.
“Most everything,” you said. “Meat and vegetables, rice, bread…the normal stuff, I guess.”
He nodded and grinned.
“Got it,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen.
A few moments later, the scent of roasted meat drifted to you, and a short man emerged with two plates full of what looked like a roasted bird and some toasted roots.
“That was so fast,” you commented. “But it looks delicious.”
“Magic,” he said as he took his seat nearby.
The man bowed to him silently and disappeared. You looked down at the food, unsure where to start.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, frowning.
You shook your head and blushed.
“Is…is it okay to eat food with magic in it?” you asked, and he blinked at you before bursting into laughter.
“There’s no magic in it,” he chuckled. “I just used magic to make it cook faster. It’s very safe. I’d never feed you something that would harm you, (Y/N).”
You nodded, feeling rude.
“Of course, you wouldn’t,” you said, taking a bite of the chicken.
It was delicious, seasoned with rosemary.
“Thank you so much for all your kindness,” you hummed, feeling happier the fuller your belly got.
He gazed at you with a smile on his face.
“I’ve waited so long to spoil you,” he murmured, and you blinked at him.
“You have?” you asked, and he straightened, appearing as if he hadn’t meant to say that.
“It’s nothing,” he muttered, then changed the subject. “I’ve been wanting to visit the capital to do some business. Perhaps you’d like to join me and see more of the countryside?”
You had nowhere else to be and were curious to learn more about this land, especially what a city looked like. This little town was very different than what you were used to. You also felt very anxious about meeting more of the town, based on how Neia had reacted to you. The people already knew and loved the old (Y/N); you were simply an imposter.
When lunch was finished, he showed you the many rooms of his mansion, seeming especially proud of his laboratory.
“This is amazing,” you gasped, looking at the glowing liquids in glass vials.
He had a real-life cauldron, bubbling away with something smelly inside. The notes he had posted to the wall were written in some strange language. You paused on a small painting sitting on the desk. It was of you.
“What’s this?” you asked, pointing to the picture, and he blushed.
“Oh…just a painting I had made long ago,” he hummed. “When I was an orphan, you were my only friend. Nymphs survive rather independently in the old wood. It’s a different place than the forests near our homes. We met when I was hiding from Neia and Harri, and I brought you into town. Convincing the younger you to stay was my path to acceptance in this village. Otherwise, I would have forever been an outsider.”
“Why did you have to convince me?” you asked, and he sighed.
“Um…it’s a little complicated. As I said, nymphs can survive easily in the old wood. The animals see you as a flower or a tree and are quite fond of you. That’s where most nymphs stay,” he explained. “They don’t like fussing around with our affairs. Convincing one to move into town and using their magic to support the economy is…challenging.
You do more for us than we could ever do for you, and you have much more to lose by our hands. The earth, the water, and the forest are filled with wild magic and difficult to tame. Those who venture into the old wood, rarely return. Though I can heat food and conjur fire, I can’t make a meadow bloom or trees bear fruit. No spell I can perform will bring a fruitful harvest or cleanse a poisoned well. Only you can do that sort of magic. Nymphs bring food, plentiful game, and clean, fresh water. Some would capture you and try to force you to do their bidding.”
“Oh,” you said, chewing your lip nervously.
“Why did I stay?” you asked, and he smiled wistfully.
“I’d like to think it was for me,” he said softly, “but I probably will never know the reason. Many things happened since you moved in. It would be hard to explain in a sitting, but that’s enough talk of a past you will never truly understand. We must think of the future now.”
He hustled you out of his laboratory and out of a rear door, heading down a small path.
“Where are we headed now?” you asked.
“To your home,” he said. “You ought to pack. I was thinking we could leave tomorrow.”
“What about the villagers?” you asked.
He shrugged, looking away.
“They don’t deserve you,” he muttered, looking bashful again as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “It will be fine,” he finally decided. “This is about you. Not them. They’ve had years with the old (Y/N). You must choose on your own if you would like to stay. Don’t feel pressured because they want you to be her. You are your own person with your own needs. You may like the capital or wish to return to the wood.”
He stopped at your front door.
“I need to go home and make some preparations,” he said. “Pack whatever you like; there is plenty of room for your belongings. We’ll be gone a month at least.”
You nodded and smiled at Clark.
“Thank you for your guidance,” you said. “I know Neia had bad things to say about you, but I appreciate your patience with me.”
He gave you a somewhat sad smile and then folded his body down to peck you on the cheek.
“Pack and then have a good rest,” he said before turning to head back towards his mansion. “I’ll come get you in the morning.”
You spent the evening sorting through the old (Y/N)’s belongings. They were simple enough, clothes, potions for your skin and hair, combs, and other utilitarian items. You hoped you’d find a journal or some other diary to learn more about her, but there was nothing like that.
By the time the sun set, you’d filled a bag with the clothes you’d found in a chest and whatever pots and bottles seemed useful.
You were just about to lay down for bed when you heard the front door open. Heavy footsteps moved through the front room, and scared, you hid in the small closet.
“(Y/N)?” you heard a heavy voice ask. It was not Clark’s, but deeper and more raspy.
Whoever it was moved through the house slowly before a dark figure blocked the light from your bedroom. A large hand jerked you out of the closet, pulling you into the light.
“Why are you hiding from your own fiance?” the stranger demanded in a sharp bark that made you tremble.
He was much larger than Clark, with gold skin. Shaggy blonde hair fell to his whiskered jaw. Blue eyes bore down on you. Though he was unnaturally large and wide, he looked rather human.
“Who…who are you?” you gasped.
He smelled awful, like sweat and burnt tires.
Your question seemed to infuriate him.
“What game are you playing (Y/N)?” he shouted, tossing you to the floor. “Hurry up and start some dinner, you stupid wench. I’m starving!”
“Don’t throw me around, asshole!” you huffed at the man, pulling yourself to your feet. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but no one calls me out my name! Get the fuck out of my house!”
The man loomed over you, looking furious. His gold skin turned red with rage. He jerked you up in his grasp, tossing you easily into the kitchen. Your shoulder hit the stove, making you shout as pain shot up your arm.
“Don’t talk back to me, woman!” he snarled, stomping towards you. “I see you haven’t been properly disciplined since I left!”
A heavy hand came down on your cheek, making you see stars.
“Keep arguing, and you’ll get worse!” he snarled, marching out of the room.
You had no idea who this man was and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around and beaten. The moment he turned his back, you fled, wiggling out of the kitchen window. It was hard to find in the dark, but you managed to locate the path that Clark had walked you down from his house, sprinting down it.
When you reached the blue stone building, you banged on the front door, frantically looking over your shoulder to ensure you hadn’t been followed.
“Miss?” the short man from before asked, dressed in his pajamas when he opened the door.
“Please, I need help!” you gasped, your cheek and shoulder still aching. “Some man showed up at my house and started tossing me around!”
His eyes narrowed, and he glanced over your shoulder, hustling you inside. When you were past the threshold, he was certain to drop the large piece of wood that barred the door.
“Come with me, Miss,” he said. “I’ll wake the master.”
He set you on a plush couch in the living room and brought you a glass of something that smelled alcoholic.
“Some brandy to help with the pain,” he said, his eyes dropping on your swollen cheek, then scurried away into the dark house.
A few minutes later, Clark came rushing in, picking you up and examining you from head to foot.
“Harri came home, didn’t he?” he snarled, looking just as furious as the strange man. “Bastard must have failed his entrance exam.”
“I don’t know who he was!” you gasped, tears leaking down your cheeks. “He said he was my fiance then slapped me. I climbed out of the kitchen window.”
“Shhh, shh,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you toward his laboratory. “I’ve got something to help. I won't let him get to you.”
He set you down on a chair while he gingerly examined your cheek with his fingers.
“Who was he?” you asked as he looked through his potions for the right one.
Clark took a few minutes before he answered.
“Harri is the mayor’s son,” he said through gritted teeth. “He got it in his head you were meant for him and moved in. The old (Y/N) was incredibly kind. Instead of abandoning the town and escaping to the forest, she accepted him into her home, thinking if she gave him what he wanted, he’d be…kinder…I suppose. They had some sort of…silly moment when they were children that made her heart soft to him. She thought he was a misunderstood malcontent, not the abusive man he is.”
“Then why wasn’t he here when I woke up?” you asked.
His cool fingers spread a spicy-smelling gel on your cheek.
“He decided he was good enough for the King’s guard, and he went to take the examination,” he said. “My guess is he failed and came home in a bad mood.”
“No one stopped him from abusing the old (Y/N)?” you asked, and he looked solemn.
“He’s not the way he is with you with the rest of the town,” he grumbled. “They see a charismatic, charming man. He hides his temper well, and (Y/N) covered for him. He and Neia are very close. (Y/N) refused to let me…do anything about it. Only Doctor Meriel and I knew because she often treated the old (Y/N)’s bruises. She thought she loved him. She thought she could fix him. The whole town supported the match. They were going to be married when he was accepted into the guard.”
“Is that why she soul-swapped me?” you asked, and he gave you a long look as if he were thinking deeply about something. “To get away from him without upsetting the town?”
“Yes, that is likely,” he said but didn’t elaborate.
“Well, I don’t want to be married to him,” you said, tears filling your eyes again.
“Where else does it hurt?” he asked, looking down.
You rolled up your sleeve, and he also applied the soothing gel to your shoulder.
“I won’t let him have you,” he muttered, gazing into your eyes with his stormy irises.
You heard a banging and winced.
“Stay here,” he said sharply, and before your eyes dissolved into a puff of smoke.
You couldn’t just sit there waiting for something to happen, so you hurried back down to the first floor, peering out of one of the windows. Clark was standing in front of him, preventing him from entering
“Hand over my wife, changeling!” Harri barked at Clark.”I know you have her!”
You would have been frightened to stare down such a massive man, but he seemed unmoved.
“She’s not your wife,” he snapped back. “(Y/N) knows nothing of you. She doesn’t love you, and I’m sure she hates you after tonight.”
“Of course she loves me,” Harri hissed. “She’s always loved me! You’re just bitter she didn’t pick you! Bring her out before I break the door down!”
“She came here to hide from you,” he said. “She doesn’t want to go back. You ought to drop this before you get hurt.”
“Like you could hurt me!” Harri boomed, pulling a heavy sword from the sheath strapped to his back. “I’ve already called the town guard. It’s only a matter of time before we chase you out!”
Clark chuckled.
“You know she soul-swapped herself to get away from you,” he said, smug. “The (Y/N) you’ve abused tonight has no memory of the accident that tied you together. The old one left you for another world so she’d never have to see you again.”
At that, Harri looked hurt before his face returned to a stony grimace.
“You have a lot of nerve calling it an “accident.” Just another one of your lies! All you’ve ever done is lie! I’ve told my father we ought to chase you out, and now I have a reason. This town should have never accepted a filthy changeling to start with!”
Suddenly Clark morphed into a version of Harri, right down to his big sword.
"You have a lot of nerve calling it an 'accident'," He jeered, parroting the real Harri's words. "You're just sour your own pitiful attempt to chase me out blew up in your face! The accident was letting you live! You've lost, just accept it."
Harri charged him, sword raised, and before your eyes, Clark transformed into some creature you’ve never seen before. It looked like a ghost floating above the ground but was solid. Long gnarled fingers were tipped with massive claws, and his mouth was impossibly wide, filled with razor-sharp teeth. His red eyes glowed, seeming eager for the fight.
He easily knocked the sword Harri was clutching out of his hand, long claws slicing his skin like butter.
You gasped as blood sprayed into the dirt, and the hulk fell to the ground, still hanging on to enough of his pride to glare at his enemy.
“The town guard is coming!” he gasped, pressing his hand to his chest to slow the bleeding.
Clark disappeared into a cloud of smoke again and appeared beside you.
“I told you to stay put,” he growled, back to his more humanoid form.
“How could I?” you asked, and his face shifted from annoyance to soft concern.
“Ready the carriage!” he boomed, his voice echoing through the mansion. “Quickly!”
Servants appeared from seemingly nowhere, hurriedly packing bags and rallying the horses.
“We need to leave now,” he informed you, pulling you by your elbow out the door.
As you passed, you stared at Harri, who was panting in the dirt.
“(Y/N) please! Whatever he’s told you is a lie!” he shouted at you, his voice losing its volume at the end. “You belong to me! You love me! That changeling has bewitched you!”
His golden skin was going gray, and his chest heaved. You turned away from him, finding it hard to have sympathy for a man who’d thrown you into a stove the moment he returned home. Clark cradled your head as if to shield you in his arm as he led you to the carriage his staff was preparing.
“Is he going to die?” you whispered when he’d settled you on the lacquered black carriage bench.
He plopped down next to you, slapping the side, and you heard the driver click at the horses to drive them forward.
“Not likely, unfortunately,” he snarled. “The bastard is half ogre. They heal quickly. He’ll tell his father I tried to murder him, however. Which is why we need to leave.”
“How could the other (Y/N) decide to marry that guy?” you murmured, utterly confused. “He’s horrible.”
“I don’t understand it either,” Clark said quietly, stroking your head with his arm wrapped around you. “As I said, the old (Y/N) was troubled.”
He brightened a bit, smiling at you.
“But you have a whole new life ahead of you, darling,” he said. “There’s no reason for you to live in her past. I should have never let you stay in this village in the first place. You don’t belong here.”
You gave him a wan nod, leaning into his warm chest. There was so much happening around you that you didn’t understand, but Clark felt like an anchor in the storm.
“Will they come after us?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“I bespelled the carriage,” he said. “They cannot see us. You are safe.”
“But what about all your things?” you asked. “Your laboratory?”
He smiled at you.
“All of those things can be replaced,” he said. “Your life is far more important. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Where are we going?” you ventured, and he looked thoughtful.
“To the coast, then we’ll take a ship out of Merida,” he explained. “Across the sea, there’s a province named Ilirion where you will be safe. Enough questions; you need to rest.”
The last four words were said in an odd lilt, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You notched your head in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around you. You fell asleep, the spicy smell of incense filling your breath.
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Breakfast mornings
Oneshot Summary; You wake up to a rainy September, not thinking the morning will end up with you and John finally defining your relationship.
Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot
Word; 7k
Warnings; smut (please no minors only 18+), oral (m-receiving), implied age-gap
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: Did someone order lazy Sunday mornings with a hint of blowjob and my personal fucking kinks? No? Well, you get it anyways.🙃
SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST
The soft hazy ascend from sleep nudges you into the space between dreams and clarity.
You feel the covers around you first. The satiny material envelops your body, the underside warm and downy, the top cooler as it brushes against your cheek. The slight touch sends a rolling chill through your body and you snuggle further into the bedding.
You burrow your nose into the pillow you'd pressed flat during the night from your shifting. A deep exhale is heaved from your chest as you see the blackness your closed eyelids create.
You don't want to open them, so you don't, slowly letting your other senses catch up instead.
The warmth beneath the covers hasn't only accumulated during the night. You feel a great source of it not far from your body.
You shift closer to it, only then sensing how your bent leg is slung over someone else's. Next, you feel a weight upon your thigh. It's a warm hand, the owner's fingers spread wide over your skin in their relaxed state. It's a comfortable feeling. Likewise is the sensation of pressing up against the bed's other occupant.
One arm is bent beneath your pillow, while the other gets pressed between your naked breasts and the equally naked chest you nuzzle against.
Again, you inhale. This time not only getting a lungful of cotton, clean and something mild. There's the distinctive scent of skin, warm and alive. Permanently infused into the skin is a smokey fragrance, yet, it's not acrid and sour-tinged but dulled into a soft and sweet richness close to molasses.
You linger in that state, body languid and resting on the side, leg draped over and resting in-between someone else, face buried against the delicious warmth of the body besides your own.
You savour the moment of feeling, saving the near arduous task of cracking your eyes open for later. Imagining that if you put it off for long enough, the moment will never end and you can forever live in this little bubble.
There's a pitter-patter somewhere further away than your breath. Compared to your soft and warm breath fanning against your face as it bounces off the rhythmically slow moving of the chest you're pressed against, the rain sounds both soft and heavy. The rain douches the greenery surrounding the house in a not-so-gentle noise dulled down into a drone, whereas abrupt snaps of droplets hitting the roof and window sill make the metal sing.
There is no rumble, no flashes, simply a steady September downpour. Even though it's only the 20th, mother nature already teases about swiftly oncoming autumn. Even so, it paints the early morning in cool colours. If the moment was captured from an outsider's eyes, you believe the painting would receive the description 'desire to remain in bed'.
The slight twitch of the body you enjoy the presence of finally makes your eyes flutter open.
A blurry sight of white and beige is your immediate view before you blink and crane your head upwards, the covers slipping down from how you'd nearly wiggled beneath it from head to toe.
In the clarifying picture, brown is the next colour that bleeds into your vision. The shade takes the shape of hair dusted across the exposed chest in front of your face, thickening into a beard and sleep-mussed hair as your eyes travel upwards. Blue is now the only excluded colour of the painting the man beside you forms, his eyes still close, soundly asleep.
It wasn't often you found John like this, still sleeping. He was an early riser. Sometimes it bordered on ungodly hours, even for early birds. But now he rested on his back, the hand not having wandered to you during the night resting on his chest, his head relaxed and rolled to the side on his pillow.
From the times you'd awoken before him, you noted that no matter how he fell asleep, John often ended up on his back during the night, only to wake up on his side. More often than not, his unconscious shifts hinted at where in his slumber he was. And if it wasn't from his position, his regulated breathing told you he was still far from consciousness.
You worm your arm from in-between your bodies, settling it on John's upper stomach. It rises and falls with his deep breaths.
You follow the up-and-down movement, sensing the air sweeping down John's body at each exhale. Somewhere along the way, your fingers started trailing along the ridges of his abs and jut of ribs below his pectorals, the lines sculpting his upper body firm and slightly uneven from the white marks scattered about.
A sudden shift makes you stop, fingers hovering above John's skin.
Your eyes rise to his face. There's a slight frown as his head roll to the other side, away from you. You don't continue the movement as he shifts again, not wanting to wake him up.
While John had been home, he'd argued he didn't need to sleep in. His body had, apparently, gotten used to the hours his line of work made him go through. I'm used to it, he reassured you. But you didn't believe him, not one bit, still thinking that his body was regenerating from his deployment, no matter what he said. And considering you caught him sleeping longer than you a handful of times since he'd gotten home from the two-month-long deployment, you felt entitled to continue to think that.
Slowly, you ease your body away from John's, careful not to jostle him too much as you gradually slip away from his hold and from beneath the duvet. You don't bother pulling the cover up when you finally climb out of bed. Even if it rested low enough on his hip that the band of his boxers were visible and an ordinary person possibly would wake up from the coolness, he was a living heater.
You silently walk around the bed, seeing how you've slept on the side furthest away from the door.
Now when out of bed, you note the air isn't as cold as you first feared it would've been, just less warm than beneath the covers. So, on your way out of the bedroom, you opt for one of John's shirts thrown over the seat in the corner, picking out a pair of fluffy socks from your bag and balancing on one leg at a time to pull them on.
You're thankful that John keeps the hinges of his doors well-maintained. That way, you don't fear the door will creak when you push it open.
With a last look over your shoulder at the sleeping man, you smile as you slink out of the bedroom.
Making your way down the staircase, you try to step at the right places to give off as little sound as possible. Since his return from deployment two weeks ago, you'd probably spent an equal time at John's place and your flat. Hence, you were slowly learning which steps creaked in the stairs and where on the piece of wood would trigger the sound.
When hitting safe ground, you breathe out, waiting for a few beats to catch whether your descend had roused John. But, when nothing suggested such from above, you head into the kitchen.
As silently as possible, you move around in the space, wanting to prepare breakfast for when John wakes up.
You look in his fridge, finding it well equipped for the breakfast you had in mind but soon needed to be restocked for any other meals.
Taking out milk and butter, you close the fridge with your elbow before putting the ingredients on the counter. Heading to the cupboard where John keeps his dry ingredients, you locate the flour, bicarb soda and salt.
Scones felt like an easy thing to throw together in the morning without unnecessary bangs of pots or pans. And with the jam and cream cheese you'd noted in the fridge, it felt fitting enough for this rainy Sunday morning.
You put on the oven to preheat, its gentle hum joining the white noise from the rain outside. As you wait for the temperature to reach its desired degree, you fish out a tray, covering it in a sheet of baking paper. Then you fetch a bowl and wooden spoon to start mixing the ingredients.
You're stirring the batter when you feel the air behind you is disturbed. A second later, a warm, firm body press against your back, arms circling your mid-drift. You don't start, instantly recognising the haunced form of a man you're pulled into.
"You left". John's voice is rough, drawly from newly roused sleep and slightly muffled from how his face presses into the juncture of your neck.
"Didn't want to wake you", you hum, continuing to knead the sticky dough with the wooden spoon. "You should've slept in".
"Bed got cold". He kisses the skin at the base of your neck before sighing heavily, arms winding tighter around you.
You know that ain't the reason. Of the two of you, you've heard John complain more about being too warm. Something which, when in his house where AC didn't exist and he was too stubborn to buy a freestanding one, earned you him roaming the space shirtless. A sight you didn't complain about, really.
Still, you didn't press, knowing John had been under enough pressure as it was during his latest deployment. After meeting up with the others at the pub two weeks ago after he'd visited you, he'd finally started to adjust to being home. So you let him hold you, keeping you close as you finished the batter and reached for the tray you'd prepared previously.
Though John remained plastered to your back, he let you move enough to reach what you needed, smoothly following your motions. When the tray was in place and you'd gotten two spoons, you portion the batter in even piles giving you ten sticky balls in the end.
Finally turning, you're met by John's face right in front of yours as it remains hanging low. Unable not to, you peck his lips, parting from him with a smile.
"Will you let me put these in the oven?" You nod backwards towards the scones. A low hum and a tilt of his head was his initial reply.
John's eyes flittered over your features, a slow smile tugging the edge of his lips. He leaned down a notch, brushing his nose against yours. It was a slight nudge to tilt your head to the side so he could press a lingering kiss against your lips.
"Alright", he mumbled, stepping to the side.
Picking up the tray, you walk over to his oven. Having grown used to it, you effortlessly flick the safety off with the same hand you open the hatch with. With a quick push of the tray and click once the oven is closed, you set a timer for the scones.
When you turn around, your eyes immediately fall on John rather than hurrying into whatever next task you'd had in mind previously. His hip is cocked, resting against the counter, while his arms are loosely crossed over his chest.
John looks good like this, ruggedly soft. Though his hair isn't long enough to look like a mess from sleep, it still ruffles, sprouting in different directions than usual. His body is relaxed, shoulders dropped as low as they get and his back slouched just slightly, something you know will fade as his spine straightens throughout the day. He'd put on a pair of grey joggers and while you never considered the piece of clothing anything special despite people hyping it up, you now understood it.
You swallowed, eyes flittering over his form again, this time noticing the minor things.
The bulge of his bicep, the lines running on his forearm, the way his hands loosely grasp the flesh of his opposite arm. His chest, lacking the dog tags he stores in his bag once settling into the pace at home again, rises and falls evenly. The slight dip in-between his collarbones at the base of his throat gets more visible on each inhale, only to fade as he exhales.
Eyes trailing upwards, you're unable not to linger on his beard, the phantom touch from remembering how it felt carding through it last night making your fingers tingle.
You can't help yourself when you move towards John, hands immediately seeking his bare torso, running over the soft but marred skin above his waist.
You gently push at his side and John lets you move him to lean against the counter, lower back fully pressed into the edge. His arms unfold, allowing you to step in-between his feet and closer to his body.
You crane your neck to kiss him, the fleeting brush of your mouth against his travelling to his cheek. The brown strands covering John's angled jaw tickle your nose and lips. Continuing to the spot beneath his ear, you exhale lightly, blowing air at the shell of his ear, his shudder noticeable upon the action.
When you continue down his throat, John sighs, head notching backwards, letting you roam the space he grants you. His hands seek your hips, the gentle squeeze he gives them earning your attention while continuing down to his chest, hands gliding up and down his ribcage.
Your gaze travels upwards, meeting his. You see the questioning look in his eyes, but it gets erased when you start to crouch.
"Love…".
"Sush", you interrupt John. You see his eyes flash dark as you drop to your knees, maintaining eye-connect as you settle as comfortably as possible before him. Your legs are folded beneath you. Even so, your knees would probably take a hit from the wooden floor, but the moment was worth it.
You run your hands up and down his joggers until you balance on your knees, hands running up his stomach.
You'd never said it to John, but despite his ridiculously handsome face, something about his upper body, specifically his stomach, made something tick in the primal part of your brain. It was hard to concentrate when he was wandering around whichever space you shared bare-chested, and you caught yourself staring more times than you could count. And you decided to show him some of your undeniable attraction to this part of his body.
Trailing your hands in repeated up and down motions, you tease him with the scrape of your nails. His skin twitches and you feel the gentle rise of goosebumps beneath your fingers. As your hands trail lower, your card them through the slight trail of hair on his lower abdomen. His happy trail was another part you couldn't describe as anything but utterly delicious.
Unable to control yourself, you lean forwards, nuzzling against the slight strip of hair below his navel. A low groan pulls your eyes to him as you kiss upwards as far as you can reach on your knees, your hands continuing to press into the flexing muscles of his torso while he clutches the counter's edge.
Your gaze meets John's. His head has dropped forwards, chin resting against his chest, burning eyes set upon you. A smirk tugs your lips when you decide to haunch back on your heels before licking a broad stripe up the ridges of his abs, causing his eyelids to drop close and his hips to jut forwards.
"Fuckin' hell", John releases it as a breathless mumble, eyes remaining half-lidded when they open once again, intensely following you littering kisses along the prominent lines narrowing his abdomen and hips.
You tug slightly at his joggers, enough for the waistband to drop lower than the black boxers beneath. The new access enables you to follow his v-line even deeper until your tongue plays with a vein running further beneath his boxers.
John doesn't hurry you, doesn't take over himself. He lets you do as you please. Whether it's teasing the sensitive skin as you hike his boxers lower but not enough to set him free or drag your nails down his flexing abs. And you fucking revel in his slowly building pleasure.
It's palpable John wants to do something but holds off for your sake. His brows are pulled together. He occasionally forgets to unflex his hands when his grip grows too tight on the ledge, turning his knuckles white. A growing erection bulges the front of his joggers and boxers that you'd hiked as low as possible on his waist. Each time you trail your fingertips or lips against the soft skin above his base, he's unable to not to press forward into your touches and release a guttural noise.
Despite how much John notices you enjoy what you're doing, you catch his sigh of relief when you finally decide to hook your thumbs below both waistbands of his clothing.
Pulling down his joggers and boxers until they pool around his ankles, his cock bobs upwards, brushing his abdomen as its stands proudly erect before your face.
He's grown impossibly hard from your ministrations, twitching even upon the gentlest brush of your fingers against the skin of trimmed hair around the base you previously hadn't reached.
It's not hard to let spit pool in your hollowed tongue. You're practically drooling at the sight before you, the tip of John's cock flushed red and precum beading it. Your fingers close around his length and you let spit dribble down the tip of your tongue onto his tip. You smear the fluids together while you pump your hand up and down his length.
"What you do to a man, love". John's voice is hoarse but breathy.
You smile sweetly at him. "And what is that?" His answer is slightly delayed, his heavy gaze falling to follow how you slowly jerk him.
"Dropping to your knees as if it's nothing".
"Wanna treat you good, John". He groans, hips instinctively chasing your hand with a twitch.
"You're gonna be the death of me".
"Don't die on me now, old man", you cheekily wink at him.
He huffs at your tease, about to return something, but the words seem to die in his throat as you keep eye contact with him when leaning towards his cock. An electrifying buzz of anticipation fills the air a second before your tongue flicks out to lick his tip.
A husky sound is pressed from John's lungs, his stomach flexing upon your awaited touch. And you don't tease him for much longer, only giving the head of his cock small laps to let his taste fill your mouth. It's musky and something you only can associate with the tangy taste of sex.
"Just like that, love". The hand at the back of your head and the praise are instantaneous when you suck him into your mouth for the first time.
Your eyes remain locked with his as you keep him still inside you, tongue toying with the throbbing veins on the underside of his length. John's fingers twitch but don't do much more than intertwine with your hair.
As you suckle his tip and simultaneously swipe your tongue back and forth, his eyes finally close, head falling limply backwards, lips parting. You close your eyes soon after, starting to work up and down his cock.
His grunts become wordless praise as you enjoy feeling his heavy weight on your tongue. And when you hollow your cheeks, an even louder groan fills the air. The spit collecting in your mouth dribbles down his length, coating it in a slick sheen.
When you pull off him completely, you dip down, flattened tongue dragging along the ridges and veins on the underside of his cock. Your pink muscles swerve back and forth languidly before you reach his tip again. With a swirling motion, you pay attention to the head of his cock, occasionally suckling it as your hand picks up the jerking motion again.
"Such a pretty sight, eh?" John groans. Your eyes flutter open to look up. His head has dipped forwards and your gazes lock. You pull off him then, putting your tongue out to tap the head of his cock against your pink muscle. His curse is immediate. "Fuck".
Your smile up at him, playfully repeating the motion with pleasure still shining in your eyes, relishing how the ever-composed man looks impossibly dishevelled.
When you wrap your lips around him again, circling the tip with your tongue before hallowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, John's lips press into a thin line as his head tips back before releasing a guttural sound.
His groans border on growls as you eagerly drag your mouth up and down his cock, one hand stabilising yourself against his thigh as the other works the base of his cock with circular motions.
A slurping noise fills the air as you hollow your cheeks even further, tightening yourself around his cock. His hips jump slightly forward, pushing himself into your mouth again with a wet noise while you tease his tip. In return, you barely graze your teeth on the underside of his length.
"Mind ya teeth", he mutters, rich voice thickened from pleasure.
Though you do as he says, John's unable to hide how you'd felt him twitch and throb violently against your tongue from the action he chastised. You hum in return, the vibrations a wordless half-assed apology that makes him groan, hand tightening the grip on the back of your head, tugging the smallest amount on your hair.
A rhythmic wet sound follows each up-and-down movement of your head.
As you flatten your tongue against the underside of his warm flesh, you feel his pulse against you as you push down on his cock. When you retreat, you tense your tongue into a firm point, moving it back and forth in swift motions against the underside of his head. He's leaking into your mouth, and you hum at the sensation and his taste.
You twist your head, taking more of him into your mouth, enough for him to brush the back of your throat. And when he rests as deep in your mouth that remains comfortable, you tighten your lips, putting pressure a few inches from his base as your hand jerk what you can't fit with a twisting motion.
He shudders, muscles in his thighs clenching as his legs quiver. You feel how he holds himself back, the grip on the back of your head tightening, a rut of his hip that would've driven himself deeper if he hadn't cut it short.
"Love-". John's vibrating baritone rolls unevenly from his lips as you pull back, letting your tongue toy with his tip, swirling the top of his cock with exaggerated movements. "Need to- fuck. Need more of your mouth, can I?"
You know what he asks for. So, you answer his question by sucking him into your mouth again, letting your hand drop from his base to his thigh as you settle down on your legs.
Your eyes flutter close, anticipation rising when his other hand joins the back of your head, gathering your response as a silent yes concerning you didn't pull off of him completely.
John's fingers span wide as he adjusts his grip from your slightly more dropped positioning, pinkies now brushing where the base of your skull meets your neck.
The first pull of your head forwards stops about halfway down his cock. The second makes his tip brush the back of your throat, still a comfortable sensation as it doesn't push him further than you previously had. And then he tugs you as far as your mouth lets him, earning you a swift tap against the back of your throat.
You breathe through your nose to suppress the swift tightening of your throat. Although, when John repeats the movement and now with a roll of his hips, you can't suppress the gag.
Even if it's your body's attempt at rejecting the foreign feeling, there's something erotic about your involuntary reaction when it makes John's cock twitch and a moan spill from his lips. Still, he pulls back slightly, enough for you to regain your composure, before keeping your head still as he slowly moves again.
He thrusts slowly back and forth a few times before he stills. "Deep breath", John groans, only his tip resting against your tongue.
You do as he says, taking a deep breath through your nose. Soon afterwards, he gradually pushes himself back into your mouth.
It's unhurried, but you realise why when John pushes as deep as he can before coming to a halt upon feeling your throat constrict, preparing for a gag if he went any further.
There's not much of his cock that you can't take, only an inch or so at the base. But fuck, you want all of him.
So, you try, tongue playing with the underside of his shaft as you force yourself forward, further than John's hands keep you still. But, your throat constricts in a near fluttering pattern as you repeatedly gag, shoulders bunching and one of your hands tightening into fisting your thumb on John's thigh as you try to quell the reaction.
"Easy, girl", John grunts from above. His grip tightens for just a moment as your head is pulled backwards.
In an instant, he pulls out of your mouth. You pant, his spit-covered cock only connecting to your lips by a string of saliva. Your eyes seek his within seconds and he looks positively drunk when his lust-filled eyes meet yours.
"Doin' so good for me", he massages your scalp with one hand as the other drops from your hair, wiping away the sole tear that had accumulated from your watery lashline. You didn't even notice the wetness that gathered there until now. "Even so, I know you want something, but I'm no mind reader, love. Speak up". You wet your lips, tasting him on your tongue as you break the line of spit connecting you to him.
"Want all of you. Want you to take what you want".
John cocks his head. You can see his mind working behind those blues, whatever thoughts nesting in his eyes darkening them considerably.
The hand on your cheek falls to your chin, angling your head even further backwards as his gaze pins you in place.
"I want to fuck your mouth. I'll be gentle", John husks. "You want me to?"
"God, yes". He hums low and far back in his throat at the flicker of your eyes from his to the cock not far from your face.
"Don't push yourself too much", he remarks lowly but without harshness.
Your eyes flicker back to his again, noticing the warmth in nestling there. "Okay".
"Let me set the pace", he begins, gripping your hand resting on his thigh and pulling it to the inside of his hipbone. "Press here once if you're doin' good and twice if it gets too much". He forces your thumb against the soft flesh and you see him twitch slightly from the action. A sensitive spot, then.
"Yes", you pant.
"Eager for this early in the mornin', eh?"
"Want to make you feel good". There's a mumbled curse beneath John's breath.
He grips his length. Instinctively, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
It feels entirely different when he taps his cock against your tongue compared to when you did it previously. It makes lightning zip down your spine as your stomach makes a somersault before the fluttering feeling travels down, down.
Your body thrums when he finally starts sliding into your mouth again, gently urging your head forward with the hand resting at the back of your head.
"Come on, love, relax for me", John groans as he moves his hips.
You try, you really try, but it doesn't feel natural. John's bigger than any partner you'd had before him and they'd been around or just below average size. So, despite giving him a blowjob previously, you'd only ever taken him shy of the base.
You whine, and the sound comes out garbled as John teases the back of your throat. Though he groans at the added sensation, he understands.
"You wet?" You hadn't thought about yourself, so focused on pleasing John. But, upon the question, you suddenly feel your clit throbbing, the way your thin panties stuck to you, almost rubbing against your core from how you rest on your legs. You wiggle, trying to see if you could grind against yourself, but you don't find a good angle.
Even if you highly doubt John didn't see your attempt at pleasuring yourself, you still moan in reply to his question.
"Then touch yourself for me", he instructs and you obey.
You relent the grip on his thigh to let your hand fall between your legs, pushing your underwear to the side. You seek your clit immediately, almost jolting from the sensitivity you hadn't noticed built up. The moan bubbling up in your throat is distorted as John's hand joins the one already resting at the back of your head and pushes into your mouth again.
With circular motions over your neglected bundle of nerves, a furrow enters your brows, eyes dropping close. The warm tingle of building pleasure makes you shudder, your body melting towards John's legs.
Your fingers resting on his hip digs into his flesh, nails biting into the skin at his back as you try to mind your thumb, when a dual pleasure course through your body. It feels good. You feel good. You're working your clit just how you like while having the heavy feeling of John on your tongue and his presence above you.
You notice when he pushes into your mouth but doesn't do much about it compared to focusing on the pleasure. He slides deep, deeper and even deeper as he finds some space he hadn't before.
Your eyes shoot open, your vision encased mostly by his lower abdomen before you look upwards, realising you'd taken him to the hilt.
"Fuck, s'good f'me, s'good", he groans, accent thickening, but he doesn't forget about you. "You good, love?" One firm press into the place he'd directed you to is your answer.
John moans as he starts moving slowly, you both getting used to the new sensation. It still feels odd, alien and you occasionally gag, but now John can bottom out.
If the way your fingers alternate between your clit and entering your dripping hole isn't enough to make you relax, the mere thought of taking him all the way overwhelms your neurones with a dopamine rush.
You fall into the rhythm of breathing when you can. And once you feel as comfortable as possible with the new sensation, you hollow your cheeks again. A guttural moan escapes John as he drives his hips a bit faster, the wet sounds from your pussy and slurping from your lips making your thighs quiver and clench together as you feel him twitch on your tongue.
You sense how John moves then, feeling his presence close in as he haunches over you, stomach brushing the top of your head as your face nestles close to his groin. You feel the fine hairs brush against your nose and the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth and the upper part of your throat as he grinds into you.
Your eyes are closed. Even so, it feels like they roll into your skull. Everything is so overwhelming but so fucking heavenly that oxytocin is pumped through your system.
When you catch the breathed 'fuck, I'm gonna cum' from above, you don't even consider pulling away from John, the hand on his hip giving a swift single press before travelling to the back of his thigh, clutching. His fingers twitch in your hair, hips making an uneven stutter before you feel him jerk inside your mouth.
Even though he's still bent over you and your face brushes his lower stomach and crotch. John has pulled back just slightly, making it easier for you to prepare for his orgasm, mindful to not spill straight into your already fluttering throat.
He spurts against your tongue, the tangy and salty taste intensifying as he comes.
You swallow until you feel him stop filling your mouth and that's when your fingers quicken their movement over your clit. Your head is airy, your body moving on auto-pilot as you feel a tingle beginning in the back of your neck and, with lightning speed, reach your stomach and core.
You can't even think when you cum. Only able to notice that John's looming presence disappears as he must straighten and pulls out of your mouth, enabling your moan to fill the air when you reach your high.
It's quick, bright, your orgasm striking like lightning as your head snaps forward. Your pitched voice trails off into a pleased hum and it takes a few seconds for your heart to steady until you notice your breath is fanning back against your face.
"Love", his soft call makes your eyes flutter open, eyelids still heavy as you angle your head upwards. Seemingly, you'd slumped forwards, your face pressed against his thigh.
You catch a sheen across his forehead as you smile up at him. John's features are soft in a completely different way than before. Previously, it had been thanks to sleep, while now it's post-orgasmic. "All good?"
You nod, voice nor tongue collaborating at the moment, still processing what just went down. As your eyes flutter close for a few seconds, you rest your head against John's thigh. You release an airy sigh, returning to yourself quicker thanks to one of his hands stroking your head.
When you finally blink away the grogginess, you reach toward the boxers resting around his ankles, pulling them up over his hips and soft cock, giving him some sense of modesty. You imagine he'll like to clean up either way. John follows your action by stepping out of his joggers, discarding them in a heap on the floor as he loops his hands beneath your arms, helping you into a standing position once more.
Your knees pop, so instinctively, you stretch your legs to rid yourself of the odd feeling of numbness when on your feet again.
"Should've thought of gettin' you a pillow or somethin'". You glance at John, his eyes just retreating from being cast own, following your action.
"Because that would've added to the mood of an impromptu blowjob". You roll your eyes playfully, but they return to John with a gentle look upon his chuckle. "Besides, it's gonna be fine, just sore knees for now".
You step toward him, arms finding their natural position around his neck. Meanwhile, John's hands slip down to rest on your hips.
"Mine would've gone long ago". This time, you chuckle, shaking your head.
There's a slight pause when your gazes lock again. It's intimate, slow, as you still feel smiley from your orgasm and John's.
You don't know who of you moved closer and initiated the kiss, but from the feeling in the air, it was a gradual act from both sides.
You both hear and feel the groan that leaves John at what must be the mixed taste of you and him on your tongue. Even so, he doesn't shy from deepening the kiss further.
It doesn't go on for long, the make-out slow from the beginning until it lessens in pace until your lips only brush against one another, foreheads connecting.
"How do you feel?" He mumbles, checking in again.
"Good", your breath out, voice hitching and getting a little croaky halfway through the syllable, making the both of you smile. You clear your throat before continuing. "Maybe gonna be a bit sore but really good. You?"
John chuckles at your reply, leaning away slightly. Your arms fall to his chest and one of his hands comes to your cheek, caressing your cheekbone.
"Can't complain when you treat me to this fuckin' mornin'". The humour is soft. You can't help the giggle slipping past your lips. "Wasn't how I planned it to go, though".
You cock your head, thumbs continuing their aimless brush against his skin. "And you had the morning planned?"
"Yes, and it didn't include gettin' greeted with you cookin' breakfast and then this pretty little mouth", he muses, tapping your lower lip with his thumb once.
"No? So what were the Captain's plans then?" You amusedly tilt your head.
John hums before he speaks. "I'd planned to take it slow, lay in bed for a bit".
"And that's something your jittery self can do?" You bite your lip, arching a brow at John. You suppose it's his line of work which made him unable to sleep in and spend too much of his mornings in bed. Even though the couch apparently went under different regulations.
John rolls his eyes, jokingly pinching your side, eliciting a gasp and jolt away from the sensation. Your reaction made him chuckle before settling his hand on your waist with a comforting squeeze.
"You know I enjoy a book in the morning as long as you're snuggled into my side".
"Sounding an awful lot like you complain about not getting a Sunday cuddle". You smile up at John, receiving a shrug and half-smile in return.
"Never sayin' no to cuddlin' with you, love".
"Fine", you relent with a peck to his lips. "What else would your perfect little morning have entailed?"
"I would've cooked you somethin', makin' you sit right there-". You presume the finger lifted from the side of your face, directed at something behind you, points towards the kitchen island and one of its seats. "-with that favourite morning drink of yours. Lettin' me take care of you".
"And here I come, robbing you of your delightful plan".
"Mhm, takin' as good care of me as I want to do with you, eh?"
"You know it". John brushes his thumb over your cheek once his pointer rests along your jawline again.
His blue eyes flicker between yours before he speaks, a faint smile curling his lips upwards. "Don't know what I've done to deserve you, love".
"Being yourself is quite enough".
He ducks his head, kissing you. Your eyes flutter close at the warm feeling, soothing everything in your body that already feels like it's on the brink of melting. Somehow it feels different, just slightly. You can't put your finger on what, but it makes a peacefulness settle.
When you part, you don't open your eyes, your face remaining close to John's. You feel his heat, his presence lingering just out of reach. Your fingers drag over the side of his chest, repeated unconscious movements.
"Do you know what else I would've done?" He speaks lowly against your lips.
"M'no".
"Asked whether we should make this exclusive or not".
You smile, lips parting. But, just as you're about to speak, you stall, brain catching up with what John just said.
Your eyes shoot open, leaning away just slightly, watching as his eyes open to follow you. "What would you've asked me?"
The fingers upon his chest cease their movement as your brows arched high on your forehead, lips remaining parted even after you'd asked the question.
"How you felt about this, us, takin' the next step, being exclusive?" He repeats the question calmly. Even though he follows you with a lighthearted expression, John's eyes alternate between yours, searching them closely.
"You're asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"If you still want me to despite it being less romantic havin' the conversation after you went down on me, then yes", he says with a tug in the corner of his lip and a shrug off his shoulder. He's bashful about the circumstances.
You hope to erase that as you immediately drag him down for a kiss, one causing a surprised sound to leave John before the press of lips gets broken off by your grin and his chuckle.
"It's a definite yes if it wasn't clear".
"Could've gathered", he grins. And just as if the timer for the scones had waited for your shared moment to be over, it chimed.
Your head swivels towards the oven, but you only leave John's arms after facing him again with a big smile and a swift kiss.
While you pluck the oven mitts from the counter and shut off the timer, you notice John bends down to snag his jogger from the floor. The smile is still etched into his features.
"M'gonna go change, freshen up, then I can help you", he says as you open the oven door, the smell of scones filling the air within seconds. You inspect the ten buns, thankful they hadn't burnt to crisps when your attention had been utterly focused upon John, forgetting to check them halfway through their baking time.
"Do so, even if there ain't much more to do", you respond as you shut off the oven, turning with the hot tray in your grasp to place on the cork-pad you'd prepared earlier. "I need to do the same afterwards". As you pull off the heat-protecting mitts, you catch how John's eyes flicker down and back up.
"Don't get any ideas now", you warned, but that only made creases form in the crease of his eyes.
"Only would've offered to share a shower". John stepped towards you, fingers toy with the edge of his borrowed shirt. Much like his joggers, it was the only other piece of clothing not ruined on your body.
"You know these will turn cold before we're done". You lightly tried to smack John's hand away, but he was quicker than you, fisting the excess fabric by your thighs and tugging you towards him.
You stepped into his firm chest, head tilting backwards as his chin dipped.
"Didn't imply anything should happen. I only want to care for my girl like she does with me". Your heart fluttered enough for you to worry just slightly and you couldn't help how you ducked your head, repressing the urge to do a happy dance from the burst of feelings swelling in your chest.
But John would have none of it, as his finger hooked beneath your chin, effectively making you face him again.
"Growing shy after giving me your dirtiest and most mind-blowing blow job yet?" Your lips parted in a shocked gasp before a grin spread on your lips. The amusement in those blues was evident, showing John knew very well his words affected you like this and nothing else.
"Jog on". You smile through the whole sentence, earning a chuckle from John and a quick press of his lips to yours before he heads back up to his bedroom.
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South Park Music HCs
What music I think the South Park characters would listen to.
Stan ✰ Kyle ✰ Kenny ✰ Cartman ✰ Wendy ✰ Bebe ✰ Heidi ✰ Tweek ✰ Craig ✰ Butters
With Spotify links!
Stan Marsh
Artists:
Radio Head
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Crywank
She Wants Revenge
System Of a Down
Slipknot
The Front Bottoms
Favourite Songs:
Atoma- Dark Tranquillity
Smokey Eyes- Lincoln
F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X- The Fall of Troy
Mr Grieves- Pixies
Misc:
Generally angsty
Gets embarrassed of his taste when he’s put on aux
He probably likes 90s dad rock
Whenever Stan listens to ‘System of a Down’ Cartman calls him ‘Syndrome of a Down’
Likes The Front Bottoms purely because he relates
Kyle Broflovski
Artists:
Dan Mangan
The Cure
Echo & the Bunnyman
Blur
Weezer
Billy Idol
Favourite Songs:
I Love You- Fontaines D.C.
Troubled Mind- Dan Mangan
The Killing Moon- Echo & the Bunnymen
Jumping Someone Else’s Train- The Cure
Candy- Paolo Nutini
Misc:
Cartman calls him a virgin for listening to Weezer
If he’s playing his music around you, he’ll sneak glances at you to see if you like it
Definitely has a poster for The Cure in his bedroom
Refuses to use Bluetooth headphones
Kenny McCormick
Artists:
Eminem
Outkast
Ini Kamoze
Car Seat Headrest
Cypress Hill
Limp Bizkit
Green Day
Favourite Songs:
Hits from the Bong- Cypress Hill
Sexy Drug- Falling in Reverse
Deadlines (Hostile)- Car Seat Headrest
Take A Look Around- Limp Bizkit
Misc:
Watches clips of Woodstock 99 on YouTube
Plays his music so loud that it spills through his headphones and gets weird looks for it
Listens to Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter with his little sister
Eric Cartman
Kanye West
T-Pain
Lady Gaga (we all saw this coming)
Rihanna
Black Eyed Peas
Oliver Tree
Pitbull
Favourite Songs:
Church- T-Pain, Teddy Verseti
Meet Me Halfway- Black Eyed Peas
I Can’t Stop- Will Smith
Bury Me Alive- Oliver Tree
Happiness is a Butterfly- Lana Del Rey
Misc:
Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn’t really listen to music
Unironically likes Oliver Tree (His music and him as a person)
Rips on everyone for their music but won’t tell them who he listens to
Lip syncs to Wiz Khalifa while flexing in the mirror
Listens to T-Pain and Will Smith to make him feel tough
Prefers podcasts
Wendy Testaburger
Artists:
The Shins
Gwen Stefani
Hozier
Grizzly Bear
Nelly Furtado
Olivia Rodrigo
Elliot Smith
Favourite Songs:
Swan Upon Leda- Hozier
Lacy- Olivia Rodrigo
Stand By Me- Ben E.King
Vienna- Billy Joel
Pocketful of Sunshine- Natasha Bedingfield
Misc:
Thunder makes her think of stan so she skips it
Relates to Vienna and probably got a small tattoo for it after she graduated
Probably has an eclectic taste and loves 2010s pop
Lets everyone else play their music while she’s driving and never complains
Stares at her ceiling and listens to Elliot Smith when she’s sad
Gets ready listening to y2k pop songs
Bebe Stevens
Artists:
Jungle
Wild Belle
Dominic Fike
Kesha
Avril Lavigne
Justin Bieber (baby era)
MGMT
Favourite Songs:
Feet Don’t Fail Me Now- Joy Crookes
Back On 74- Jungle
Memory Box- Peter Cat Recording Co.
Keep You- Wild Belle
Beauty And A Beat- Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj
Ur So Gay- Katy Perry
Misc:
Hates sad music, she’ll force herself to listen to USHER during a breakdown
Picky about her music, if someone plays a song she doesn’t like she’ll definitely skip it or complain until someone else does
Mentioned she liked Justin Bieber and then got in an argument with Cartman because of it
Never lets Clyde near the speaker
Screams Ur So Gay at the top of her lungs when it comes on
Heidi Turner
Artists:
Jack Johnson
Syd Matters
Daughter
Fleet Foxes
Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Noah Kahan
Of Monsters and Men
Favourite Songs:
Open Season- High Highs
To All of You- Syd Matters
Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson
Sisyphus- Andrew Bird
Blue Ridge Mountains- Fleet Foxes
Misc:
Loves going for walks while she listens to music
Sends you songs that remind her of you
Listens to every song you send her and tells you what she likes about it
Hums when she has her headphones in without realising
Her and all of her friends love Noah Kahan
Tweek Tweak
Artists:
Billie Holiday
Billie Marten
Johann Sebastian Bach
Claude Debussy
Ludwig van Beethoven
Foals
Connie Francis
Favourite Songs:
Who’s Sorry Now- Connie Francis
Cello Suite No. 1 in G Minor- Johann Sebastian Bach
Méditation from Thaïs- Jules Massenet
Bad Apple- Billie Marten
The Lark Ascending- Ralph Vaughan Williams
Misc:
I actually think he would hater Hyper-Pop
Prefers slow/classical/instrumental songs
Listens to a lot of white noise, really specific ones like ‘Heavy Rain in Autumn Fairy Forest 9 hours’
Musical prodigy, plays piano and cello
Craig Tucker
Artists:
Nirvana
Hole
No Doubt
Foo Fighters
Pulp
Arcade Fire
Jeff Buckley
Favourite Songs:
Common People- Pulp
Malmo- Mook
Forget Her- Jeff Buckley
The Pretender-Foo Fighters
Dumb- Nirvana
Misc:
Made one playlist in eighth grade and never listens to anything else
Thinks Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain
Hates TikTok music, like genuinely.
Somewhat of a gatekeeper
Butters Stotch
Artists:
She & Him
Blonde
Kate Bush
Dolly Parton
Regina Spector
The La’s
The Mama’s and the Papa’s
Favourite Songs:
You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls
In the Summertime- Mungo Jerry
Hey, Lucky Lady- Dolly Parton
The Tide is High- Blondie
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him
Don’t Let The Good Life Pass You By- Cass Elliot
Clay Pigeons- Michael Cera
Misc:
Songs absentmindedly all the time, annoys the hell out of everyone
Quotes the songs he listens to
Developed choreography in middle school and still remembers it
Asks people if they’ve heard a super popular song that’s all over the radio and social media out of genuine curiosity
Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Re log or comment what you think they’d listen to bc I’m genuinely curious, thanks for reading!
Also it literally took hours to add all of those Spotify links so I hope you got something out of this! they wouldn’t let me add more than 100 :/
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Adopting a pet with Bob headcannons (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Notes: Rest in peace Jimmy Buffett, your music was a huge part of my life and was always a little piece of the Florida sunshine whenever it was freezing cold
You and Bob have alot of places where you love to split your time, but you were a little surprised when you found out his family had a little beach cottage down in Islamorada, Florida
The house had actually been where his mom grew up going as a kid (Irene grew up in Tallahassee but her father was mostly stationed in Pensacola) and it's where she and Joe spent their honeymoon
So when you and Bob ended up taking on the place as your own, you two spent quite a significant amount of time there, especially with the rest of the squad (and especially when Mickey's family descended en masse when the Hurricanes would play)
You were down at the cottage one day, fixing it up after a hurricane had blown over. Thankfully, the damage wasn't too horrible, but it still needed some good repairing
You were out in the garden one day replanting some really pretty, and rather fuzzy, red and yellow flowers when a blue and yellow macaw landed next to you and started whistling
You and Bob were a little bit weirded out but the bird didn't mean any harm. You even gave him some mealworms from the garden and oh did he eat them up
And every day he'd come back begging for more mealworms
You'd even give him the leftover fruits that were a bit too ripe in the fridge and he'd chow down right at the kitchen window
But you and Bob also found he was the most gentle little bird you had ever met
You took him down to the animal shelter one day to see if he happened to have a chip and the vet did indeed find one. The animal control officer ran the numbers and found out he had belonged to a bartender who couldn't keep him anymore
But you and Bob felt terrible and didn't want your new feathered friend to end up in the shelter
So you worked it out with the officer and the macaw's original owner and in no time at all, he was yours
It was yours and Bob's idea to name him Jimmy since he reminded you of the parrot on the covers to his dad's Jimmy Buffett albums
Any time you played "Knee Deep", "Margaritaville" or "Cheeseburger in Paradise", Jimmy would start dancing and flapping his wings on his little perch and you thought it was the funniest thing in the world
Bob even taught him how to whistle "Bridge on the River Kwai", you sent the video to the Daggers, his family and even put it up on Tik Tok which got a ton of laughs
Jimmy is also incredibly protective of your kids. One time Auggie encountered a group of kids who weren't so nice and Jimmy ended up scaring the shit outta the kid, much like Smokey the family rooster
That damn bird once flew off with one of Rooster's Hawaiian shirts. It wasn't the best one in the closet and Jimmy had shown his distaste by pulling it off the clothesline and flying up into the jacaranda tree in the garden
But you and Bob were happy beyond words to have adopted Jimmy into the family
Because you both know that you'll have many laughs in the years to come
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Hi!! I just wanted to say that I am obsessed with your Bluestreak x Sunstreaker art!! It is amazing! And I am so happy to have found a fellow Bluestreak x Sunstreaker shipper! I'd love to hear any headcaonons you have about the two of them??
AAAAANDNFBFNF THANK YOU
And tell me about m8 i can’t find many other sunny and blue shippers it’s a true tragedy UnU
maybe after i answer this i’ll post a comic of them i never finished cause there really isn’t enough fan works of them seriously :0
If u have any headcanons yourself btw i’d love to hear them
(my headcanons beneath the cut)  i warn u i’m very bad at articulating my thoughts so this is gonna be messy
- I love the differences in writing between blue and sunstreaker, how blue is talkative and energetic but can be seen as too much, while sunny is very reserved, and creative but incredibly cocky
- sunstreaker being more quiet and blue being more talkative complement each other so so well. blue doesn’t have to be scared he’s gonna overwhelm sunny (and if he does he trusts sunny to tell him) and sunny isn’t shooed aside in conversations because he only talks when he feels what is he says is important.
- 100% believe tho in terms of couples they would be the most obnoxiously in ur face couple on the ark, pda all the way baby. sunstreaker wouldn’t really give a shit what people think and bluestreak is really just vibing and happy to be around him
u name it, hugs, cuddling, little pecks throughout the day, u cannot get away from the pda.
- Sunstreaker got a shovel talk from prowl and smokescreen (mostly prowl and jazz made fun of him afterwards for being so protective)
bluestreak did not, however, get one from sideswipe because it is constantly implied to everyone that if one twin is picked on the other is right around the corner ready to start throwing elbows
- sideswipe and smokescreen were definitely on the side making bets on if they would get together
smokescreen lost a lot of money
- sunstreaker taught bluestreak how to defend himself in close hand to hand combat and in turn bluestreak showed sunstreaker how to locate snipers and avoid there line of sight
- bluestreak doesn’t paint but loves sunstreakers art he thinks he’s super talented and has art sunstreaker gives on display in his habsuite
- before only sideswipe was allowed to call sunstreaker nicknames (sunny, sunshine) in private
even tho that never stopped sides from embrassing sunstreaker in front of all their peers
but bluestreak is allowed to use ‘sunny’ in public. sideswipe thinks it’s hilarious 
not ship related ig?
- bluestreak isn’t actually related to prowl and smokey but they adopted him as a younger brother and jazz as kind of a brother in-law
-bluestreak had a family before the fall of praxus but lost them all in the bombing
-sunstreaker and sideswipe grew up near and working in the gladiator pits
- sunstreaker stopped painting for a long time after they joined the war and sideswipe tried to encourage his brother but it wasn’t until they landed on earth that he started again
sorry if this was long and poorly written I have to work midnight shift tonight and i’m very eepy
if anyone has any headcanons throw em at me >:}
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Hiiiii I’ve seen some perfume posts going around and I’ve decided to make one for the old ghouls
Everything is purely based on vibes and what I think fits them best! Era 1- 3 ghouls (:
Alpha:
Smells of something smoky, mechanical. As bright as a factory fire.
- https://www.sirensongelixirs.com/products/archangel-mass-effect-garrus-inspired-perfume-blue-steel-icy-musk-leather-black-pepper-coal-gunpowder-sandalwood-vegan-indie
Blue steel, icy musk, kiss of leather, black pepper, dry coal & hint of gunpowder, citrus, & soft woods.
-https://six-scents.com/products/ierofante
Suede, Gasoline Accord, Nutmeg, Styrax Pyrogene, Smoky Leather, Golden Amber, Cashmeran, Vetiver
Omega:
Like a hug from an old familiar book, something intellectual and dusty
-https://us.akrofragrances.com/products/ink
Vetiver, Black Ink, Jasmine, Birch
- https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/bibliophilia?variant=31891723386957
The vanillic scent of aging paper, the tang of fresh ink, venerable bookshelves of oak and mahogany, a sweet trace of pipe tobacco, an undercurrent of faded leather. Wear this subtle potion to invoke spirits of arcane knowledge and empower your perceptions.
Water:
Bright crispy and refreshing. Smells of tropical waters and the feeling of meeting your childhood best friend on a beach
- https://www.smallflower.com/products/outremer-oceane-eau-de-toilette-1_7-fl-oz?variant=37056704610455
Let the scent of ocean mist transport you to the Southern coast of France, where the bright, fresh Mediterranean sea fragrances the air. Oceane is a mix of marine notes that conjures the salty, sultry allure of the beach.
-https://www.sephora.com/product/skylar-salt-air-eau-de-parfum-P456975?skuId=2468445&icid2=seop_2_title
Salt Air is the fragrance of a perfect seascape with notes of sea salt to give you a fresh-out-the-water feeling. Grounding driftwood and green seaweed mingle with light floral notes of water lily for a perfume that smells of endless summers and breezy, beachy days.
Earth:
Like a dark soil. A deep ancient being buried beneath the ground. Ominous greenery
- https://www.poesieperfume.com/featured-collection-ss/enchanted-forest
Notes: ancient hinoki trees shading moss covered stones, playful forest spirits, bone musk, a hint of gunpowder
-https://fantomeperfume.com/products/ruslan
Black spruce, smoky opopanax, oud, fresh cedar, hinoki, dry fir needles, oakmoss, frankincense, black tea.
Air:
Like a breath of fresh air. Air smells like the first deep breath in a national park
- https://www.victorinox.com/global/en/Products/Fragrances/For-Her/Morning-Dew/p/V0000897
Swiss made revitalizing scent interweaving a sheer citrus blend of lemon, bergamot and mandarin with white violet and airy musk.
-https://altraprofuture.com/products/ghost-flower
A maximalist gathering of smokey woods, rich resins and a singular White Lily. Notes of unripe tropical fruits surround the full-bodied floral, bringing an unexpected neon brightness. Bohemian at its heart, this evocative floral is enveloped by a veil of incense, leathery saffron and unifying spice.
Delta:
Something dark and horrifying. Like a terrible atrocity has occurred but you can’t place what makes you feel like something’s watching you
- https://sucreabeille.com/products/seems-legit
Rotten river mud, a few drops of blood, a swirl of tobacco smoke, sweet pumpkin pie, candy corn, tears.
- https://eaudespace.com/products/eau-de-space-the-smell-of-space-100ml
Latex, metallic, fire, gunpowder, rum and bitter almonds
Pebble:
Mossy. the smell of sitting on a rock the day after it rains
-https://www.cbihateperfume.com/0069
The smell of pavement on a rainy day
-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/gaea-perfume-oil-forest-loam-ferns-decaying-leaves-lichens-wet-stones
Forest loam under warm spring sunshine, new ferns poking up through decaying leaves, maple sap flowing over lichens, mosses and wet stones at the edge of a vernal pool.
Cowbell:
Warm and sterile. Light a brightly lit well lived in hospital room
- https://www.toskovat.com/product/anarchist-a_/
Top notes: credit cards, snow, whiskey
Heart notes: dirty dollars, ink, candle wax
Base notes: green sacra resin, holy water, old confession room, priest’s clothes, plastic bag
White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it
for every tomorrow.
And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.
Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
- https://fzotic.com/products/room-237
a bracing vinyl shower curtain note followed by a supernatural green-floral accord that includes wild fleabane and estragon. In the base: whispering aquatic notes that smell like cool steam haunt a blend of soft woods, opoponax, and costus root.
Mist:
Refreshing and feminine. Crisp ocean air on a cold winter night
-https://forstrangewomen.com/products/siren?variant=31095095361633
Siren opens with a salty overtone of Pacific Ocean air and Jasmine vines filled with tiny white blossoms along the coastal landscape. The blend dives deeper into the water with notes of seaweed, driftwood, and ambergris, finished with a bonfire on the beach.
-https://imaginaryauthors.com/products/every-storm-a-serenade?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAiAzJOtBhALEiwAtwj8tmsMiNIu7KuYJkeTgspW3Noe-Ck6deUEdECrK-ihHLGqGTFPuXcnDRoCChEQAvD_BwE&variant=30276992729165
Danish Spruce, Eucalyptus, Vetiver, Calone, Ambergris, Baltic Sea Mist
Ivy:
Sweet and inviting, like your grandmas garden after she waters it.
-https://margotelena.com/products/poison-ivy-eau-de-parfum
An ode to the powers of nature. Intoxicating notes of sumptuous Bergamot are lavishly laced with blooming florals of Eden Rose and Lily of the Valley, a tangle of Orris Root completes this brush with a dangerous beauty.
- https://www.perfumesclub.us/en/4711/acqua-cologne-blood-orange-basil-eau-de-cologne-spray/p_44880/
Acqua Colonia Blood Orange & Basil combines the aroma of exotic flowering blood oranges with the characteristic essence of basil.
Ifrit:
Warm and sweet. Masculine but comforting, like a hug from someone you love most
- https://www.vixtorm.co.uk/products/lava-cinnamon-b
Balsamic,earth,rich,root,smoke,spice,sweet,warm
- https://www.doctorsweettooth.com/products/cinnamon-bun-perfume-oil-roll-on
Irresistibly sticky and sweet cinnamon buns, the aroma of cinnamon spice and warm flakey pastry dripping with icing wafting through the kitchen
Zephyr:
Spicy, crispy, hurts upon first wiff but is addictive the longer you smell
- https://www.aedes.com/products/menta-y-menta-eau-de-parfum
Moroccan mint, peppermint, mint tea. The name of the perfume menta y menta is repeated like a captivating mantra reminiscent of the movements of the dervishes turning to infinity. menta y menta is definitively a mixted fragrance. Notes: Moroccan mint, tea leaves, citrus, jasmine and roasted coffee
-https://www.etsy.com/listing/836191387/solanum-tomato-leaf-wild-mint
Tomato Leaf, Wild Mint, Blackberries
River:
Dark water, an abandoned dock, secrets only a body of water can hold
-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/st-louis-cemetery-1-perfume-oil-moss-stone-cement-dirt
A BROODING OF SPANISH MOSS, CRUMBLING STONE, OLD CEMENT, RED CLAY BRICK, AND GRAVEYARD DIRT
-https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/queen-s-bath?variant=39376179724365
Its scent portrait balances cool floral notes of lotus, pikake, and tuberose with bracing springwater and moss-covered stone. Wear for bright blessings and to facilitate deep meditation.
Lake:
The inviting sound of waves crashing into the shore on an empty beach
-https://juniperridge.com/collections/perfume-cologne/products/redwood-mist-cologne
Fog Drenched Forest, Fresh Rain, Crisp Coastal Air
- https://www.poesieperfume.com/fragrance/full-moon
fragrant white rice, shiso leaf, bitter yuzu zest, hinoki wood, green tea, lakewater
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@aliengirl Meat Blue Bohan.
Outlaw name would be "BlueEyes,...so maybe he's not an actual outlaw, but that was the inspiration.
He has a North American southern accent, btw.
Blue: Let's just say my last relationship didn't end well, so at the young age of 18, I jumped onto Old Smokey here and have been riding the roads ever since. But Old Smokey is quitting on me, and honestly, a quiet life was sumthin I had always imagined for myself, not this lone rider I've become... so...what do you say sunshine? Think you'll give this stranger a chance at love???
Home town: Brindleton Bay.
(he/him)
Aspiration: Renaissance sim.
Bookworm, Loves Outdoors, Kleptomaniac.
Likes: Rhea's spots, Ridgeport, cringey romance novels, cats, mischief, freshly made bread, horse shoe throwing, card games, his Ma & little sis.
Dislikes: getting sick, people with no sense of humor, crowds, Daisy's (his ex loved Daisy's), his ex.
His 10 skills have been evenly distributed.
Let me know if you have any questions or thoughts! ♡
#this man was inspired by a picture of a cat I found#if you give me the opportunity to make a himbo bad boy I'll do it! with no hesitation.#unworldly love bc#bachelorette challenge#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#sims community#ts4#simblr#seyvia's sims#that Blue boy
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Highlights from reviewing this old art book…
How did Hollyleaf have a kit with Fallen Leaves, that guy was dead 💀 He had three dead siblings - Tumblekit, Timekit, and Aurorakit. Oh yeah his name was Leafclaw because… of course he had to be named Leaf.
Why I chose boring Stonestar over Monarchpaw looking back I don’t understand. I made a Crookedstar clone who is infinitely worse.
Snowbush and Lilyheart are together, so I guess I just didn’t think about cousins back then either. He’s called Snowflight and he’s shy at first but becomes super jaded and mean when Lilypaw leaves to become a kittypet.
Oh yeah Sorreltail didn’t die in the Great Battle??? Somehow? She got shot with a GUN????? And it traumatized Lilypaw so much that she dipped out.
Seedflare continues to be the name I use for dead Seedpaw.
Smokey and Floss kits being major characters who to this day I still remember fondly. Three girls and one of them is like the murderous villain and… reincarnation of Tigerstar? Like she doesn’t look like him at all, she’s a white cat with blue eyes - but she apparently was “born when Tigerstar died” like at the same time so she’s like… cursed to be evil???
Kinkfur’s kits? Sparrowpelt, Mistcloud, and Dewkit? Yeah those ones - major characters as well? Sparrow becomes Sparrowstar, Mistshadow is a medicine cat (which inspired the choice in my 10% left AU).
Dovewing has her kits Stonekit and Monarchkit in ThunderClan where everyone thinks they’re Bumblestripe’s, including him, but they’re actually Tigerheart’s and it’s like woah woah :0 big reveal. I don’t even ship TigerDove any more
I was so heteronormative oops
Bramblestar and Squirrelflight have kits but they’re not Alderheart and Sparkpelt… because they didn’t exist in canon yet so uh. They had Hollowkit, Bloodkit, and Acornkit. Hollowpaw died, but there’s Bloodclaw and Acornleaf. Acornleaf became a perma queen.
Thornclaw and Hazeltail kits?!?! Oh no, it’s early 2000s fandom showing itself. Ugh this is where Stonestar’s love interest is who is killed off for man trauma. Rip Skywillow. They also had her brothers Shadesky and Badgertooth. Badgertooth was jealous Shadesky had friends I guess and was an evil little shit. Incel vibes.
Foxleap and Rosepetal kits - Blazestripe, Smokestep, Saplingpool, and later Ashfire and Fuzzystripe. Uhhh Blazestripe died protecting elder Ivypool (yeah it went that far…), Smokestep was blinded in one eye and was a Brightheart apprentice (because at least I did that thank god)
Evil male RiverClan medicine cat who is in love with main villain.
Indigopelt… uhhh some random WindClan cat I have no clue where she came from.
Firestar lineage kit named Firestorm who is influenced by bad guys and has a relationship with a RiverClan cat who she kills when he rejects her and their kits…
Firestorm having a brother named Opalfang (do they know what Opals are???) who is the Jayfeather med cat apprentice and falls in love with a WindClan warrior for double issues. Uhhh he gave his one kit to Firestorm to raise alongside her own because his mate died giving birth because of course.
SnowLily kit from twoleg place named Golden who joins ThunderClan and takes over after Stonestar dies. I still remember liking her a ton genuinely.
The evil cat and her evil medicine cat mate had kits and one of them is like a ball of sunshine despite being raised to kill I guess so he joins ShadowClan. Oh another one of the kits got with Goldenstar somehow?
Oh god the Lionblaze and Cinderheart kits. Oakshade and Blizzardwind, then later Cardinalfeather and…. Rainbowsplash. I hate it here.
Oh Cardinalfeather left to join WindClan and be with his grandpa Crowfeather for some reason.
Toadstep and Blossomfall kits. Hornetsting, Cottoncloud, Fawnpelt, and Turtleshell. Turtleshell ended up being evil because she was jealous of Fawnpelt because she got with Oakshade. Ugh.
Twins named Burningpaw and Drowningsong. Burningpaw died.
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#2 weeks and i'll be home#two hearts in one home#canyon moon#larry stylinson#harry styles#louis tomlinson#waiting to wrap your legs around me#gone too long from you#enjoy your vacay bubs!💚💙#*hubs#hslot22#ltwt 2022#hubbins on tour#banana nut muffin#smokey blue sunshine#alexa play i will survive#alexa play still the one#alexa play home by one direction#bugs bunny#meme
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glowing threshold to the other side
plug me into the metaverse
keep me on a iv drip
feed me a stream of numbness bliss
ketamine and lorazepam
effusive thoughts escaping
infusion of sleep in waking
what i don’t feel, can’t think to fake it
if i give up i cannot fail
watching life like tv
entertained but uninvolved
no pressure to contribute
sit back and watch
laugh when it’s funny
ignore when it’s not
owing nothing to nobody
except to myself
my brain only requires my body’s authentic response
sipping soda from a cup
never telling lies
give me all my diet dreams
paid to watch my memories
and i rented the big blow-up screen
so don’t interrupt my show
come sit next to me, crossed knees
sink in and dissolve with me
interlock your hand in mine
we could die, let’s watch our lives
i’ll learn everything you were
long before you left the earth
i think you’re an angel now
on my shoulder, you haunt my house
baby pictures from death to birth
you’re becoming who you were
frozen in my head you are
love extended forever
i’m picking scabs and making scars
i’m pulling petals off flowers
floating in a liminal space
blue light pools, it dissipates
i see angels in a living room
the static behind my eyes when i’m with you
watching human picture shows
feeling drunken yellow glow
hazy smile and smokey eyes
swaying dance that i’d die for a million times
i’m so happy i met you
you’re the only thing that’s true
i want to feel this way forever
ask clouds not to change the weather
fuck life, all i want is this
intensity and tenderness
desperate wanting all the time
to stay out at sea in sunshine
every day is a holiday
not one bit of monotony
we don’t have to work a job
we see the sun and never sleep
24/7 fireworks
i never want to lose the feeling
every time is just as magic
every thing feels just as fresh
as the first time that i saw it
sensitive to each caress
i don’t ever want to feel anything less than this
ever, anything less than this
nothing sub-threshold
dial always to the max
if i’m not shaking from the bass
what’s the point of listening
i want pure euphoria
everything, i’ll drain it raw
i want me and only this
me and this feeling
nothing less
there is nothing else in this world
there is nothing else
there’s no me
there’s only feelings
drain the juice from every sunset
squeeze the color out of life
bite and chew up all the beauty
take it til the feeling’s mine
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Hi there, all you wonderful people, I'm back with another list inspired by the fact that I'm finally getting my hair cut and dyed today! Because of that fact, I wanted to make a prompt list with the names of different hair dye colors for characters.
I just thought this would be a fun way to celebrate something small since getting my hair cut and dyed is one of my favorite things since it always leaves me feeling refreshed.
So with my small ramble out of the way, please enjoy this prompt list, and if you use these, please credit/tag me so I can check what you created because I'd love to see it!
I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.
Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙
Prompts:
Blood Moon
Eclipse Black
Cerulean Sea
Chestnut
Peach
Solar Flare
Smokey Teal
Wild Cherry
Moonstone
Lunar White
Crystal Clear
Ginger
Spiced Amber
Clover
Electric Lime
Cotton Candy
Fruit Punch
Sunrise Orange
Honey Blonde
Honey Brown
Chocolate Blonde
Black Velvet
Lavender Haze
Orchid Purple
Violet Night
Amethyst Purple
Raging Red
Pastel Lemon
Neon Tangerine
Fire Opal
Juniper Green
Sweet Mint
Blush
Mystic Gray
Raspberry Fire
Dusty Rose
Slam Orange
Fuchsia Pink
Magic Shadow
Nightshade
Smokey Mauve
Neon Guava
Jet Black
Mocha
Midnight Ruby
Light Auburn
Orange Blaze
Green Apple
Blue Fairy
Sea Witch
Aurora Green
Beetle Green
Rich Eggplant
Blue Black
Royal Navy
Hot Pink
Pink Rose
Rose Red
Petal Pink
Coral Pink
Silver Lining
Platinum
Titanium
Storm Cloud
Ruby Red Slippers
Soft Lavender
Sweet Cotton
Chocolate Diamond
Glittering Black
Baby Blue
Powder Blue
Emerald
Ocean Blue
Sky Blue
Jade
Dragonfruit
Wine Red
Yellow Jacket
Sunshine
Black Wine
After Midnight
Green Smoke
Ashes to Ashes
Bad Boy Blue
Bat Out of Hell
Atomic Blonde
Dark Star
Tiger Lily
Enchanted Forest
Green Envy
Pretty Flamingo
Truly Red
Firetruck
Crimson
Intense Red
Raspberry Twist
Psychedelic Sunset
Serpentine Green
Silver Stiletto
Smoke Screen
Solar Yellow
Ultra Violet
Tiger's Eye
Velvet Violet
Vampire's Kiss
Wildfire
Raven
Virgin Snow
Sandy Brown
Golden Bronze
Plum Brown
Sun Kissed
Cola
Lilac
Pink Lemonade
Honey Lemon
Ginger
Copper Brown
Sunflower Blonde
Copper Shimmer
Ash Blonde
Chocolate Cherry
Ruby Fusion
Beeline Honey
Sparkling Amber
#writing#writing prompt#writing prompts#writing prompt list#writing prompt lists#prompt#prompts#prompt list#prompt lists#world building#world building prompt#world building prompts#world building prompt list#world building prompt lists#hair#hair prompt#hair prompts#hair dye#hair dye prompt#hair dye prompts#hair style#hair style prompt#hair style prompts#life#life prompt#life prompts#character#character prompt#character prompts
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- Chuck Berry - Laugh And Cry '66
- Little Richard - Freedom Blues '70
- Marlena Shaw - Mercy, Mercy, Mercy '67
- Casey And His Group - Comin' Home Baby '71
- Kool And Together - Reaching Out '7?
- Marcia Griffiths - Here I Am Baby '74
- Ray Charles And His Orchestra - I Believe To My Soul '59
- The Sensational Guitars Of Dan & Dale (Sun Ra) - Batman Batmorang '66
- Johnny "Guitar" Watson - Gangster Of Love '58
- Nina Simone - Save Me '69
- Lyn Collins - Ain't No Sunshine '72
- Bill Withers - Ruby Lee '74
- Little Beaver - Money Vibrations '74
- Smokey Robinson - Baby That's Backatcha '75
- Van Morrison - T.B. Sheets '67
- Andre Williams - Hall Of Fame '2016
#Compilation#Chuck Berry#Little Richard#Kool And Together#Casey And His Group#Bill Withers#Smokey Robinson#Van Morrison#Johnny Guitar Watson#Nina Simone#Marlena Shaw#The Sensational Guitars Of Dan & Dale#Lyn Collins
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Song Title: Muse
written by Sunshine
I got the case of the blues
Because my lover choose another to be his muse
There were so many clues, so many weird rules
Questions would be answered with jewels
That were worth less than the gold of fools
Like every heart drawn in the sand
Waves of tears wash it away at the sea's command
Like every heart carved in a tree
Eventually shadowed by thorns and weeds
Like my heart pounding in my chest
Will explode soon of despair and stress
The day I can make you mine
Is the day that my fears finally die
What does she have that I don't
The body, the finesse, the attitude
Whereas she is in a different altitude
While being in the same latitude
If I were your muse, I would pose for you everyday
Serenade you in smokey cabarets
Prance around for you on Broadway
Would never go astray, yet you treat me like a castaway
And made a purebred out of a stray
The day I could make you mine
Is the day my tears will finally dry
Trying to stand tall as a weeping willow
Failing as I weep in my pillow
Curl up like an armadillo
Asking God how did it go this low
The day I could make you mine
Is the day I will finally be able to fly
My love will always be for you
No matter who else is between us two
No matter who springs out the blue
I am always ready to be your muse
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a mistake (spotify wrapped 2023 on steroids)
here's the top 100 from both of my accounts. and i mean both. i used two different accounts this year. meaning it's a top 187 :3
links will be supplied at the bottom in case you'd rather look at them that way
version one
1. ramen waitress - high sunn
2. hunter's moon - ghost
3. how to never stop being sad - dandelion hands
4. rats - ghost
5. ghuleh / zombie queen - ghost
6. the bug collector - haley heynderickx
7. nova scotia 500 - boyscott
8. ode to joy 2 - remo drive
9. per aspera ad inferi - ghost
10. where the sun sets - mars water
11. what a pleasure - beach fossils
12. seventeen (age) - mike krol
13. year zero - ghost
14. glass jaw - chokecherry
15. american spirits - inner wave
16. fifteen minutes - mike krol
17. kiss the go-goat - ghost
18. ever new - beverly glenn-copeland
19. visions - loving
20. dræm girl - no vacation
21. jigolo har megiddo - ghost
22. song for a guilty sadist - crywank
23. her sinking sun - coma cinema
24. lotus eater - foster the people
25. mummy dust - ghost
26. hospital beach - cottonwood firing squad
27. evergreen - richy mitch & the coal miners
28. what once was - her's
29. con clavi con dio - ghost
30. grade school love - mike krol
31. my blueberry life - current joys
32. clay pigeons - michael cera
33. call me little sunshine - ghost
34. the end - sisyphus
35. gnaw - alex g
36. i exist i exist i exist - flatsound
37. dance macabre - ghost
38. orgasm of death - the growlers
39. using - sorority noise
40. disco - surf curse
41. cirice - ghost
42. swing lynn - harmless
43. stress relief - late night drive home
44. boys - indigo de souza
45. jesus he knows me - ghost
46. red minivan - mike krol
47. blond hair, black lungs - sorority noise
48. smokey eyes - lincoln
49. twenties - ghost
50. ash in the sun - vundabar
51. kids - the frights
52. francis forever - mitski
53. square hammer - ghost
54. alien blues - vundabar
55. ***hidden track*** - prince daddy & the hyena
56. nostalgic feel - bedroom
57. faith - ghost
58. misty morning - travis bretzer
59. killing floor - subvision
60. fine, great - modern baseball
61. i'm a marionette - ghost
62. losing touch (nyc) - thanks for coming
63. make out song - the rosebuds
64. forever dumb - surf curse
65. monstrance clock - ghost
66. two weeks - grizzly bear
67. the gaping mouth - lowertown
68. art school wannabe - sorority noise
69. kaisarion - ghost
70. need 2 - pinegrove
71. you are going to hate this - the frights
72. velvet ring - big thief
73. ritual - ghost
74. rip van winkle - shannon & the clams
75. like a star - mike krol
76. i dreamt i saw you in a dream - sunbeam sound machine
77. watcher in the sky - ghost
78. maud gone - car seat headrest
79. natural disaster - mike krol
80. where'd all the time go? - dr. dog
81. griftwood - ghost
82. morning sun - dave bixby
83. glue - p.h.f.
84 idk - fake tides
85. stand by him - ghost
86. all alone - acid ghost
87. everything is going to hell - teen suicide
88. best supporting actor - good morning
89. spillways - ghost
90. cold weather - glass beach
91. woke up - olivia olson
92. heart attack - mike krol
93. from the pinnacle to the pit - ghost
94. nothing lasts - bedroom
95. enjoy yourself - saint pepsi
96. s.w.a.k. - luxary elite
97. crucified - ghost
98. resonance - home
99. 恢复 - 2 8 1 4
100. a sad song about a girl i no longer know - bedroom kites
version two
1. the village - wrabel
2. get fucked - mustard service
3. unlucky - lunar vacation
4. dancing through the telephone - the axidents
5. i think it might be hell - clarence james
6. common sense - benches
7. want me - baby queen
8. a portrait of - sorority noise
9. like or like like - miniature tigers
10. keep two-stepping - pretoria
11. smokey eyes - lincoln (48)
12. hanging from the ceiling - the velveteins
13. eventualities - daddy's beemer
14. card declined for pizza & wine - stevie dinner
15. fear of heights - daddy's beemer
16. why do you lie - the grinns
17. stay - buddah trixie
18. jesus he knows me - ghost (45)
19. demons - m.a.g.s.
20. shrek~chic - winona forever
21. why am i like this? - orla gartland
22. dogs - nouns
23. drought - carpool tunnel
24. where did my pets go? - furnsss
25. sea dogs & pyrite - soft cough
26. a.c.l. - the symposium
27. jaded - near tears
28. cowboy hat - sea ghost
29. typical - goodbye honolulu
30. nova scotia 500 - boyscott (7)
31. red minivan - mike krol (46)
32. like i care - noah nolastname
33. girls - girls in red
34. corpse - franky flowers
35. grade school love - mike krol (30)
36. dance with me - beabadoobee
37. dover beach - baby queen
38. lovesick - peace
39. like a star - mike krol (75)
40. sappho - frankie cosmos
41. colours of you - baby queen
42. too close - sir chloe
43. easy eyes - archer oh
44. strawberry milk - deep sea peach tree
45. art school wannabe - sorority noise (68)
46. pine point - pup 47.
27 club - strange case
48. blackout control - spendtime palace
49. kids - the frights (51)
50. where the sun sets - mars water (10)
51. the spins - mac miller
52. shred cruz - mom jeans
53. evergreen - richy mitch & the coal miners (27)
54. my only friend - lll spector
55. kim - joy again
56. don't delete the kisses - wolf alice
57. grass eater - the mellowells
58. call me - elevator fight club
59. if you want to - beabadoobee
60. lucid - rina sawayama
61. don't leave me (chapter 1: despair) - hmltd
62. buzzkill - baby queen
63. any other way - tomberlin
64. because i love you - montaigne
65. fever dream - mxmtoon
66. alaska - maggie rogers, toby green
67. i want to be with you - chloe moriondo
68. paper mache world - matilda mann
69. close to you - dayglow
70. telephone - waterparks
71. 14 days - floral tattoo
72. april - beach bunny
73. let's go - stuck in the sound
74. d'you have a car - swrms
75. soapbox sunday - courier club
76. dance macabre (37)
77. ode to joy 2 - remo drive (8)
78. star catcher - vansire
79. cut your bangs - radiator hospital
80. our window - noah and the whale
81. yer killin' me - remo drive
82. my own person - ezra williams
83. angel - lava la rue
84 clearest blue - chvrches
85. flirting with her - sir babygirl
86. heart - flor
87. what's it gonna be - shura
88. tired - beabadoobee
89. urbanangel1999 - thomas headen
90. knock me off my feet - soak
91. you are going to hate this - the frights (71)
92. nothing else i can do - ella jane
93. moment in the sun - sunflower bean
94. bang bang bang - lauren hibberd
95. imposter syndrome - sidney gish
96. natalie portman 2002 - jason is
97. nobody loves you - similar kind
98. i want to kiss you - the spook school
99. turtleneck sweater - marinelli
100. satan's hands - sexy girls
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