#//that functionally can work as guest muses

[troublewithvampires]

//...... i do not need to make another sideblog. i do not need to make another sideblog. i do not need to m

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」 #//was thinking earlier about just having a sideblog to host the important npcs for sal's life #//that functionally can work as guest muses #//sal/jason. izzy. victor. cass. his family members. goddammit #//man. gonna have to think on that #//edit: ofc i mean billy/jason wow i was tired when i wrote this

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Spring in Fall

Summary: Jensen Ackles has spent his whole adult life in front of the camera, but now he wants something more. Something he’s not been able to find yet: an omega to settle down with. When Y/N Y/L/N arrived on the set of Supernatural, the alpha may just find all he’s ever wanted – his true mate.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics (no smut or anatomy talk), fluff, scenting.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This WIP has sat unfinished for over a year. When I got the ‘Scent Bond’ bingo square for Jacklesverse, I just knew this would be the perfect fill and found my fluffy bone long enough to get this finished! I hope you love this absolute floof 😘

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Jensen was irritable. That much was obvious from the Goddamn moon. In fact, irritable was too polite a word for what he was. His ruts were no joke since he hit forty, knowing that his biology dictated he should’ve settled with a mate long before now. The problem was work always got in the way.

If it wasn’t sixteen hour filming days, it was every other weekend at conventions. If it wasn’t conventions, it was catching up on sleep; if it wasn’t sleep, it was an awards show, corporate event, or some other function he was obligated by contract to attend.

Jared had been lucky in finding his true mate on set, and Jensen always hoped the same fate might come to him, but so far, twelve seasons into the show, it hadn’t happened and his hope was starting to wain.

He couldn’t deny that he wanted what all his family and friends had. He was lonely—not that he liked to admit that out loud to many people. All that would achieve is a sudden string of blind dates that always ended in disaster.

The alarm on his phone went off with the reminder to buy a present for his nephew’s birthday, and when he registered the date, he frowned. Quickly, Jensen ran through the math in his head, and his frown deepened. He wasn’t due a rut for another week.

Then why was he so on edge?

“Mr. Ackles? They need you on set in five.” One of the PAs, Riley, he thinks, shouts through his trailer door.

“Alright, thanks,” Jensen calls back, trying to put it to the back of his mind for now. He had a job to do, and if Jensen was anything, he was a professional. He would never let personal issues bleed into his professional life.

Plus, they had a very important guest star for the next couple of months. Y/N Y/L/N had signed on for an eight-episode story arc, and everyone was excited. She was the most popular actress the network had ever had on their books. She was making waves in the acting world, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she moved to a bigger network or the big screen and began cashing in on prestigious award wins.

Not only that, but Jensen had a massive crush on the beautiful omega, and Dean would be having a really good time with her sassy, sexy character for the duration of her time here. He knew it was unlikely that she’d be his true mate, but maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d at least go on a date with him, and things might work out for them. Plenty of couples he knew weren’t true mates and life was great for them.

“Can you smell that?” Y/N asked no one in particular in the hair and makeup trailer.

“Smell what?” Jared asked from the hair chair.

“Leather, and…” she turned her head and sniffed again. “Sandalwood. Mmm, whiskey.” She felt her cheeks heat up and a tingle in her belly that wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her; neither was the scent she was detecting. It smelled like home. “Spearmint, too?”

Jared smirked through the mirror at Frida, the hair lady, and Y/N caught the grin on the makeup lady, Tanya’s, face. “What?” she asked. Tanya just shook her head, her grin getting wider.

“Come on, Tanya! There’s something you’re not telling me! What is it?” she whined and pouted playfully.

“Jeez, don’t give me that look!” Tanya laughed. “Damn it! Or those eyes!” she stepped away, laughing harder, when Y/N pulled out the big guns. “You know, Jared, Y/N’s puppy eyes are better than yours!”

Jared laughed and mumbled something that sounded a lot like: “Jensen’s gonna be in so much trouble!” as he looked over at the confused omega, who was still subtly sniffing the air with an adorable frown on her face.

“Is it getting hotter in here?” Y/N suddenly exclaimed. “My God, it’s hot,” she fanned herself with her script, feeling the heat rise from her toes upwards as if she’d just sat in a tub filled with water that was too hot. “Can we open the door or something?”

“Sure, I got it,” Frida said as she left Jared in the hair chair and opened the door to the trailer. “Jensen!” she gasped as she opened the door and saw the green-eyed actor reaching for the handle. “You scared me!” she giggled and stepped back, allowing the tall alpha to enter the trailer.

As soon as Jensen stepped inside, he stopped short, his green eyes blown wide and pupils dilating at the sight of his famous crush sitting in what was usually his makeup chair. She looked beautiful with her big doe eyes as wide as his and her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

Jensen stepped out of his trailer and took a deep breath of fresh air, frowning at the scent he caught on the wind. It smelled like home. Like The Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden in the springtime, to be exact. Cherry blossom, lilac and honeysuckle all mixed in with a hint of lavender, making his mouth water. But that was impossible. Except for the lavender, those flowers only appeared in the spring or early summer. It was October.

He didn’t think they’d have flowers on set for any reason, but he supposed that didn’t mean someone didn’t get sent a bouquet or something. The smell of lilac was unmistakable to him; his mom had a huge lilac bush in her backyard, and he’d grown up with it. He’d know that smell a mile off.

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of home, he continued towards the set. He was really excited to work with Y/N, and he hoped she was as sweet and kind as he’d always heard she was. Nothing was worse than having professional respect for someone, meeting them, and finding their personality or attitude lacking.

Jensen spotted Rich across the lot and walked towards him to welcome him. The kind beta was directing again, and Jensen wanted to greet him properly and make sure he knew where to go if he needed anything. Not that Rich needed the reminder, but Jensen was nothing if he wasn’t a gentleman.

“Hey man, good to see you again,” Jensen said as he greeted Rich with a hug.

“Looking good, Jensen. How are you doing?” Rich asked.

“Ah, you know,” Jensen said simply. Rich was one of the few people who knew how desperate he was to find a mate, settle down and have a few pups of his own instead of always being the fun uncle.

“She’s out there, Jay. And I have a feeling she’s closer than you think!” he smirked.

“Ha!” Jensen scoffed. “You sound like Jared! He’s convinced Y/N’ll turn out to be my true mate!” he chuckled.

“Hey, I get why he thinks that! I remember all those nights in your trailer or apartment, and if you saw her on screen, you just froze and stared at her until she was off camera again!” Rich laughed heartily.

“Well, she’s incredibly beautiful. And I’m no worse with her than when you see Scarlett Johansson or Jared was with Nina Dobrev!” Jensen laughed.

“True, but your eyes glaze over, and you get this stupid smile, and…” Rich trailed off at his friend’s head tilt and look of sheer concentration.

“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.

“Smell what?” Rich asked.

“It’s like a spring garden or something. I smelled it earlier and can’t get it out of–” Jensen whipped his head around and began stalking towards the hair and makeup trailer. Rich followed him, staying a safe distance behind the prowling alpha.

The alpha stopped in front of the trailer door and sniffed, purring low in his throat at finally finding its source. Just as he raised his hand to pull on the handle, the door whipped open, and his senses were assaulted with the most delicious and delicate scent he’d witnessed in his whole life.

Jensen stepped into the trailer, his gaze fixed on his celebrity crush, and felt the air being sucked from him as her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones, wide and submissive. “Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Jared grinned, raising his hands at the older alpha, showing he was no threat to them. The two women showed the same respect to Y/N, raising their hands as they left the trailer.

“I think Jay just found his true mate!” Jared grinned, pulling Rich into a hug.

“He’s gonna absolutely hate that you were right. I hope you know that!” Rich smirked.

“Hell yeah! And I’m never gonna let him forget it!”

Rich chuckled as he pulled the walkie from his belt. “We got a code 143; I repeat, a code 143 is in progress. All filming is suspended until further notice. Ladies and gentlemen, Jensen Ackles has met his true mate in none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Over and out,” Rich spoke through the device and smiled, high-fiving Jared when they heard the cheers erupt from all over the lot.

“Alright, I’ll start with the phone calls. Have you got the numbers for Y/N’s family? I’ll let them know she’ll be off grid for a few days at least,” Jared asked Rich, who handed him a sheet of paper with her emergency contacts listed.

“I’ll get some betas to keep the parameter clear from here back to his trailer. The last thing we need is another alpha getting too close to Y/N. Or an omega to Jensen, for that matter. Then I better call the Network and let them know their golden boy and girl are officially off the market!” Rich chuckled.

“They’re gonna love that!” Jared laughed.

It’d been suggested to Jensen before by numerous executives that he and Y/N should meet and see if there was a spark, but Jensen was stubborn and said if they were meant to meet, it’d happen naturally. Apparently, so was Y/N. They’d heard a few times that it was the same response she gave them whenever they asked her about it.

Once the door was closed, Jensen stepped towards her and kneeled at her feet. “Do you want this, Y/N? Want me?” he asked shyly. Yes, they were true mates, but he had a few years on her, and she might not want to settle with an older man. She might not want to settle at all. Being in the prime of her career might mean she wasn’t ready to start a family yet.

“Yes, Jensen. I want this… want you, Alpha,” she purred, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling softly. The gasp of pained relief from the big, strong alpha broke her heart, and she wondered if he’d been let down as many times as she had in the past or if it was more.

“Can I… uh… can I scent you, Omega, please?” Jensen asked quietly, and Y/N giggled at his cuteness. She’d always hoped she’d have an alpha with a softer side, and it seemed like she got one.

“Yes, Alpha. I’m yours now,” she said softly.

“Not quite,” his fingers rubbed softly over her mating gland. “But I intend for you to be mine very soon,” he smiled softly before slowly leaning forward and nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hot breath against her sensitive skin made Y/N shiver, and her body erupted in goosebumps. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt tears sting in her eyes.

Jensen whined as he got in closer and breathed her in. “You smell so good, Omega. And so beautiful,” he whispered to her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. Y/N tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his mating gland, her neck still open, and began to scent him in return.

Within seconds, an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and contentment at being exactly where he needed to be rushed over him, and he had no idea if it was coming from him, her or both of them. And it was the most elating feeling in the world.

“Sweetheart, I could sit her for hours and do this,” Jensen whispered, placing the softest of kisses on her neck between each word he spoke. “But I wanna take you somewhere more private if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” Y/N answered, a whine escaping her throat as soon as he pulled away from her. Jensen chuckled at her pout, stood, held his hand out for her to take, and pulled her protectively into his side when she was on her feet.

“What hotel are you staying in?” Jensen asked.

“I’m not. I’m staying with a friend. Her apartment is just outside the city,” Y/N responded.

“My place is closer. Is that okay with you? I’d rather we have complete privacy, but if it would make you feel better, we can go to my trailer or the place you’re staying,” Jensen spoke softly.

“Let’s go to your place, Alpha,” she beamed brightly, chuckling when Jensen purred in approval of her answer.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen pulled Y/N into his body and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The omega responded instantly, winding her arm around his waist and moving as close to him as their bodies allowed. The alpha smirked and puffed his chest with pride at hearing the wolf whistles from the crew, who’d gathered to wish the new couple well.

Jensen noticed his driver standing next to an SUV and headed straight towards him, determined to get them out of there as quickly as possible. He’d waited long enough for her and didn’t want to wait any longer. 

Helping Y/N into the car, Jensen quickly moved to the other side and climbed in beside her. He’d barely sat down when the omega slid over to his side and cosied up to him, burying her nose in his neck and scenting him contentedly. He purred, happy to finally have his omega in his arms, scenting her hair, allowing her aroma to mingle and settle in with his own, binding them together in a bond that would become unbreakable the instant he claimed her, which Jensen had every intention of doing before the sun came up.

“Forever starts now, Omega. You ready for it?” Jensen murmured into Y/N’s hair.

“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”

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[rehnwriter]

Tag Game Here We Go!

My good friend @girlfromthecrypt mentioned me in her recent writeblr tag game and I decided to join in the fun!

1) What motivates you to write?

To be honest? Anything. I've written ever since I was little, and have enjoyed it ever since. I'm a very creative person, and I'm constantly thinking about stories, ideas, and what not, and putting them to paper always feels great. I'm also a very driven person, and like to work on projects / keep myself busy, and writing definitely ticks that box.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I'm currently working on the final edits of my novel 'New Haven,' based on my series 'A guest at my motel asked me to post his story. He looked like he went through hell…' It's been quite a ride, but I'm finally on the final stretch and the end is in sight. Here's just a random little snippet from a dream sequence that I quite enjoyed:

At that moment, Mom got to her feet. She was impossibly tall and towered high over every other member of the congregation. Her face was stern and her appearance was that of a stoic believer. Around her head, a halo of dark, hellish flames had formed. In a bellowing voice, she answered that there was indeed yet another sinner.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

It's got to be Ethan from my 'New Haven' novel. He's your typical loner, rebel-type (and loosely based on James from Twin Peaks). He's quite the interesting character, one who might seem half mad and angry all the time, but he's got quite the depths to it. I just really enjoy writing him and his dialogue.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The first draft hands down. While I usually outline a story beforehand, the first draft is the most creative part of writing. The best thing is that after a good ten to fifteen minutes, I get fully immersed in the story and things just come to me. It's almost as if the process of sitting down and forcing myself through those first minutes hands me the muse's kiss (as weird as that sounds).

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

This is really a tough one since I'm very bad at judging myself. I think I've gotten quite a bit better when it comes to writing dialogue and I enjoy it a lot. On the other hand, I think I've got a hand for otherworldly, and weird imagery/descriptions.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Gotta be honest, I'm not really a part of the community. I guess even when I'm on social-media, I'm a rather anti-social person who keeps to himself and just shares/rebolgs his own stories. I'm, however, always happy to see other people interacting with one another, and motivating each other to keep on writing and pushing forward. You guys are all the best!

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I really, really love WriteMonkey. It's a distraction-free writing software that essentially gives you nothing but a black screen on which you type. I've got serious focus problems and pretty much anything can distract me, even if it's just a menu with formatting options.

Another piece of software I've recently started working with is Scrivener. It doubles as a writing and organizing tool, but the best thing is that it comes with an export and formatting function. It means you basically just type out your story/chapters and the program puts it into a publishable ebook or submittable manuscript. This honestly saves an incredible amount of time and headache, since there are so many things you've got to look out for and keep in mind otherwise.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really like the backstory of New Haven. It's essentially a small, unimportant religious town in the middle of nowhere, but as the novel continues my main characters discover that it's got quite a history. This includes Lutheran Christians, a German nobleman from the city of Gotha, and quite a few other things. I really love adding these tiny bits and pieces to make the settings seem more alive.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

This might sound a bit harsh, but the best advice I can give people is to just sit down and write. Anything, really. If you're stuck on your current WIP, write something else for a bit, or maybe put out an entirely different story. I've been stuck before, and it's a terrible place to be in, and sometimes things just might become a bit too much, or you might grow to hate your current WIP. It's happened to me before. So just taking some time off, and writing something just for fun, is a great way to rekindle your creativity.

Another thing is, to allow yourself to take breaks! Sometimes, you've just got to recharge. Over the years, I've been extremely disciplined and forced myself to write every single day, even if I got home late, I'd force myself to put in at least half an hour. While I got a lot of work done, it honestly wasn't healthy, and I had to learn that taking some time off isn't a bad thing, and sometimes, it's truly necessary.

Just last month, I didn't feel things. All the stories I was working on were tough, a new novella I'd started didn't feel right, and I was in no mind to work on editing New Haven. And so, I took a few weeks off, until the spark was there again and I just help getting back into things.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Oh man, this is so tough. @girlfromthecrypt was the one who originally tagged me, so I've got to give thanks for this little break. Other than that, I'd tag @octoberconstellation who's been sneaking me little sets of questions that are quite fun to answer.

Well, that's about it! Hope you guys enjoyed this little look into my head. And I'm sorry, some of my answers might have gotten a bit out of hand.

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[seeingteacupsindragons]

How to Wrangle a Muse: A Guide to Finding Inspiration When You Have No Creative Ideas

Get Your House in Order:

It is unlikely for a muse to show up when you can’t host one. If you’re not in a position to create, even if a muse does show up…she likely won’t stick around for too long.

So, first things first: make sure your mental health is taken care of. Make sure your social and spiritual needs are taken care of. Make sure your physical health is taken care of. None of these things will likely ever be perfect, but get them in functioning shape. Find routines that make them easier and less burdensome.

And if you can’t get there, that’s okay. Those things are more important than creating anyway. You are more important that creating, and your body and mind knows this and shuts off the muse and creativity when you’re not capable of doing more important things first. Running away from danger will turn off your digestion, and not being healthy can turn off creativity.

You need to be able to have time and space and mental energy in order to create So fix the walls and the door that’s hanging off the hinges and buy some furniture so when the muse shows up, she has a place to sit down. And if you can’t: then that’s okay, too.

It’s not a big deal if a window sticks or your cabinet doors are hard to open or one of the stairs sticks. Your mental place for creating doesn’t have to be perfect. But if you have mold or flooding or a toilet doesn’t work, well…living there is gonna suck and so is creating.

So make sure everything’s livable before you move on.

Get Excited for Guests:

If you’re ready to create, it’s time to remind yourself what creating is.

This is a good time to engage with the craftwork of others to get excited about craft again: study someone else’s knitting pattern, read their comic, listen to their music. Watch them work and enjoy the time.

Fall in love with your craft again. Look at things you love and want to create like, and stare at them hard. Have fun. Play. You need to want to be there. You need to want to be doing what you’re doing.

Send out the Invitations:

Muses are tricky, finicky things. And they’re lazy. They’re not there to work. They make wanting to do the work easier. Muses are there for inspiration, as guideposts, but they’re not gonna do any chores.

A muse has not, ever in the history of the world, mixed paint colors for her artists or wrote a single word of writing or sewn a single stitch. They will never, ever do it. But they make people want to. And they show what you want it might look like.

So if you want one to come, practice creating so your muse knows where she’s going—if inspiration for music strikes and you are not at all a musician, it might be tricky to figure out what to do with it.

If you have a medium you want to channel it in, then create a habit so the muse is more likely to fall into the rut you made for it. Practice and do the thing!

This also entails things like getting good creating habits set up: do drawing warmups; get reference documents; get your yarn, fabric, and scissors; get a list of writing exercises; whatever.

Go into your craft room or office or workshop regularly, even if you’re just moving things around a little bit or tinkering with completed projects. Open up your word documents.

Start the Party Without Them:

Again, muses are rather lazy, and it takes a lot for them to feel welcome. They’re not going to navigate a rosebush to get to your house. They’re going to find you or they’re not, and they don’t care if they visit you or not.

If you don’t have ideas, but you want to create? You go find some. People have creative challenges for just about every craft imaginable: sign up for one. Do a prompt list, try to do something weird, try to copy something you saw, try to figure out how to do something you only saw finished from scratch.

Is it the same as being inspired? Is it the same as creating a muse? No. Fuck no, it’s not. It’s much less fun and much less exciting and it can feel like the chore it is sometimes. But you know what?

A muse doesn’t know how to start a party. She only knows how to sing at one. Oh, people claim a muse started the party when she arrived, but she didn’t. She lit it up, sometimes she’s the life of a party—but that doesn’t mean that’s all there is to creating. The muse doesn’t need to be there to start creating if creating is what you want to do.

If your muse doesn’t want to come, show them she’ll be taken care of, and that she’ll matter. That you’re willing to put the work into making her feel welcome and valued. That you’re willing to put in the work with or without her.

The more you put into creating and letting your brain work over ideas, the more you keep seeking out where a muse might be, the more you work at meeting your muse halfway…the more likely she is to show up. The more likely she is to be flattered into arriving.

Okay, muses aren’t flattered or not. This really works because you’re training yourself to find inspiration. You’re training yourself to look for ideas and find ideas, and once you have provided a little bit of raw material, your brain can work wonders. But inertia is a thing. Blank page syndrome is a thing. Trying to create when you haven’t gotten anything to build from is hard…both mentally and often physically. We like forms and molds and shapes and patterns. We’ve all got basic building blocks we turn to.

But while a lot of people mistake a muse for those forms and molds and shapes and patterns…they aren’t. A muse isn’t the base of a story. A muse is the guiding light of inspiration that shows what it could be. What it might be. It’s the excitement that comes with potential, the whirling mind as you realize what you could do, what this creation could be. It’s not the hardy roots of creative love.

So find an idea, or grab one from someone else, or spin one out of a prompt generator or list and get to work. You can do it without a muse. You will.

And then one might just show up unexpectedly late with all the apologies in the world and a brilliant torch to lead the way.

[kessielrg]

Kingdom Hearts AU: Lay In The Fire: Part 2

Summary: In which Ventus presents Aqua a traveler to feed on, with the promise that she will keep her alive. Things get messy from there.

Notes: Another thing based on luxmoogle’s vampire AU. Sponsored by Tove Lo’s Come Undone from her studio album, Sunshine Kitty. Much longer this time and with 60% of my usual shenanigans. 😘

Word Count: 3,117 words

Series: Stupid Kids: 1. Drink Deep: 1, [2], 3, 4

AO3 Link: here

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Ven felt a bit better the next day. Preparing a meal for one more person kept him a bit busier than usual. He still gave Aqua her morning meal, as per the rules of a standard house.

“You’re really happy this morning,” Aqua noted with a slight tease in her voice.

“Am I?” Ven mused. Not once did he look up from arranging Aqua’s meal in front of her. The motions were far too familiar to mess up. “Haven’t really noticed.”

Aqua let out a light laughter.

“You know,” she then entertained, placing her handkerchief in her lap, “You can tend to her while I eat. I can clean up as well so you have time to redress her wounds.”

Ventus almost tripped. “Really?!”

His master gave a firm nod.

“Thank you Aqua!” he gratefully said. He gave her arm a quick squeeze to further show his appreciation, as hugging her was a bit complicated at the moment, before dashing back into the kitchen. Aqua couldn’t help but let out another laugh.

Ven almost tripped multiple times as he got Sabrina’s breakfast ready. His gait was all but a skip as he took the tray to the guest quarters. Making it through the door almost led to another near-spill. When he looked to the bed, his surprise caused him to jump, making the liquids on the tray fall out of their vessel.

“You’re sitting up!” Ven gleefully remarked. “Are you feeling better today?”

“Watch this.” Sabrina taunted. With some effort, she scooted her body close to the edge of the bed, then brought her legs down to the floor. Nervous, Ventus quickly put the tray down on the washstand but he didn’t need to help. Sabrina was standing on her own. A bit wobbly, perhaps, but certainly not bedridden anymore.

“Practiced all morning before you got here,” she even boasted, giving him a wink and a click of her tongue.

“Are you sure that’s safe for you right now?” Ven carefully asked.

Sabrina sat down at the edge of the bed.

“I traveled while having cold sweats from a fever. I almost got thrown off a horse because it got spooked by an animal. I had my blood taken from an actual vampire, and lived to tell the tale so far. I think working on standing again with the safety of a bed behind me is the safest thing I could probably do.”

Ven laughed- one riddled with more concern than amusement.

“You really don’t give up, do you?”

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.” She told him in a firm tone. “Now bring that tray over here, I’m hungry.”

“And there she goes,” Ven mused with a roll of his eyes, picking up the tray regardless, “Boasts about herself and not giving a lick of gratitude to someone who spent all morning on her meal.”

“Because I haven’t tasted it yet,” she informed him. “Give it.”

“Alright, alright. Sheesh.”

Ventus did not trust Sabrina’s motor skills the same way she did, so he placed the tray beside her on the bed. He then sat on the other side, just in case she needed help.

And, boy, did Sabrina try not to need any help this morning. She took her slice of toast (topped with marmalade and watercress) and carefully picked at it so she could take smaller bites. It was a test to herself. She had proven that enough of her gross motor skills were functioning well enough, now it was time to prove her fine motor skills too.

She took her time, making it look like a practiced stage production. While she sat tall, Ven idly considered for a moment that it wasn’t a surprise her caretaker called her princess. Her manners while eating were perfect despite the unconventional dining area. The consideration she took on what to eat was looked over with a critical eye. She even held her pinkie out while drinking from the teacup! Had he not been sitting near her so casually, it would have been easy to mistake Ventus for Sabrina’s servant instead of Aqua’s.

“You rushed this, didn’t you?” Sabrina asked once she had finished everything on the tray.

Ven jumped with a start.

“H-how?” he started to stammer. He quickly shook his head. “I mean, Aqua is always given her meals first. Being lady of the castle has that privilege.”

Sabrina nodded. “Naturally.”

“This morning she gave me permission to send you breakfast instead of waiting and cleaning up for her. I guess the change of pace made me rush a bit. But most everything was done beforehand- around the same time I made Aqua’s breakfast.”

That made Sabrina quirk an eyebrow. She didn’t say anything against it, though.

“Was it bad?” Ven ventured to ask as he got up, taking the tray with him.

Sabrina gave an indifferent shrug. Once more, not truly bothering to elaborate on her thoughts.

“Well…” Ven awkwardly went on to say, “If you need anything, let me know. When you feel up to it, I can help you around the main areas of the castle as well.”

Ventus did not wait for her to respond. Instead he made his way to the door. Just as he touched the handle, Sabrina declared,

“Wait.”

Ven did so at the same speed when Aqua requested something from him. He turned to look at Sabrina again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Sabrina laid back on the bed, apparently well worn from a good meal and making her body return to its usual productivity.

“Since this is a castle, my princess self would like to know something.”

Ven raised an eyebrow, carefully shuffling the tray in his hands.

“What is it?”

Sabrina's mouth became a cunning smirk. “Any secret passages? You know, in case the villagers decide to plan a siege against the monster on the hill.”

Ven blinked. The thought lulled around in his brain for a bit longer before realizing what she was truly asking.

“There is one.” he agreed. “But it’s quite a walk, are you sure you want to explore it?”

“As if I have anything else to do than benchmark myself.”

The familiar looked the traveler over. Soon a smile etched across his lips with excitement.

“Now?” he asked, just to be sure.

“Give or take.”

His smile grew even wider.

“Let me return and clean these dishes, and then I’ll come back up.” he promised. “As much as I trust your ability to stand, I don’t feel the same about your walking just yet.”

“What a gentleman.” Sabrina smirked.

Her sassiness wasn’t going to stop him now. Ventus finally opened her door to head back to the kitchen, his steps were light and giddy. Before going back to her, he went to check on Aqua. It was routine by now that she would be reading in the library. Always the same spot, but not always the same book.

“Sabrina and I are going for a walk.” Ventus announced to his master. “She wants to see the emergency corridor. If that’s alright by you.”

Aqua looked up. For a moment Ven swore he saw a flicker of concern, but Aqua’s voice was as calm as ever.

“So long as she doesn’t plan on sending her kind after us, I do not mind at all. Will you still be joining me afterward?”

“Of course!”

“Then go. I’m sure she’s practically out the door as we speak.”

Ventus nearly jumped for joy.

“Thank you so much, Aqua! You have no idea how much it means to me!”

And with that, he bolted out of the room. Aqua had to give a small laugh. The  small worry she had for her familiar, however, lingered.

-

Sabrina was not at all charmed by the entrance to the escape corridor. It wasn’t well hidden considering its location- the buttery. The stone door with an impressive arch had more than enough space around it to know it was a door you could go through. Sure, you had to navigate through a few racks of wine, and multiple barrels of still fermenting juices, but anyone could have seen it.

“This is a choice.” she decided with a disappointed click of her tongue.

Ven, who had been opening the door, took a look back at her.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Sabrina used her arms to gestures around them.

“The buttery? That’s where the secret escape route is?”

Ven gave a small shrug. “I think it’s pretty clever,” he admitted. “I mean, think about it. The kitchen and the dining hall are the heart of any building. The buttery is usually only used by servants- no one else would know it exists. Not even average guests.”

“But the door isn’t even hidden.”

“Some of the most obvious things are. Also happens to the most dangerous things too.”

With a grunt, Ven was able to push the door open. Sabrina took a few steps forward to see what she would be dealing with. The corridor wasn’t much to speak of- both walls and steps made out of the same stone that the rest of the castle was laid in. There were no slits in the walls for minuscule lighting. Once that door closed, the two were going to be in pitch black darkness until their eyes adjusted.

“This is already a lot more steps than I was expecting.” Sabrina mumbled.

“It’s all about the perspective. Imagine trying to descend them with angry villagers at your door.” Ven mused, meaning for it to be a joke. All he got back in return was a perplexed glare.

With the plath open, the duo began the trek downward. Ventus remained ahead of Sabrina, guiding her down the steps even though the darkened path was more than clear. There was only one exit at this point, after all.

Ven had only gone down this secret path a few times in his life so far. The first was when he was much, much younger, and Aqua wanted to ensure his safety in case someone came for her. Every time after was to make sure it was still secure. It was a path he would take when flying in owl form wouldn’t have been safe. In good time, he could make the path down in less than 10 minutes. His record so far was roughly seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds.

With Sabrina still weak, the time it took was quite a bit longer than that. They had to pause three times just for her to sit and catch her breath again. At one point Sabrina had made them stop for so long, he worried that she had fallen asleep again. By the time they got to the other side, a door matching one that started the journey greeting them, the afternoon sun was already starting to wane.

“Help me with the door.” Ven told Sabrina. “We have to pull it open.”

“Right.” she agreed with a nod.

Using what looked like large brass knockers, Ventus and Sabrina took a firm hold before pulling as hard as they could. Slowly and carefully, the door started to move from the frame, allowing light to stream through before it became almost blinding.

“Oh wow.” Sabrina remarked once her eyes adjusted to the outside light again. She moved forward without waiting for Ventus. On the other side of the emergency corridor was a beautiful meadow filled with sweet smelling flowers that Sabrina wouldn’t even begin to name. The sunlight bounced off each one like jewels. By the time Ven closed the door and noticed she was nowhere near him, Sabrina had already ventured to the near middle of it all. She unconsciously found herself starting to sit down in the flowers. Her arms laid out beside her as if she were comfortable in bed all over again.

“You okay over there?” Ven mused once he was next to her again. He also started to lay down, keeping his hands over his stomach and just close enough to her that no little stem blocked his view of her calm face.

“Shut up, there are poppies in these flowers.” she told him- far less bite in her voice than usual. “Just let me relax. Those stairs were steep and many.”

Ven chuckled a little, but did as she requested. He gazed up at the clouds with mirth. One was shaped like a lumpy crown. Another looked like three circles joined together to make a pair of mouse ears.

A small noise started to come near Ven. It took him a moment to realize Sabrina was humming. The thought of it caught him off guard, to say the least.

“Papa taught me that song,” Sabrina then said- shocking Ven even more. As if she sensed his astonishment, she added, “I can feel you staring at me. You do that a lot.”

“How can you tell? Your eyes are closed.”

“Despite current circumstances, my fight or flight reactions are still an active part of me. Being stared at invokes those, you know.”

“Ri-ight.” Ven smirked. Then a small thought came to him. Before he could stop himself, he had to ask, “Why do you leave your family so often? They worry about you just as much as Aqua worries about me.”

Sabrina raised and lowered a shoulder in indifference.

“It’s quiet here. And that’s a commodity back there.” she claimed. She turned her head to him- her dark eyes now open and bearing into his soul. “Isn’t that why you left your family for Aqua? For solitude? To find yourself? I can tango with a vampire because of you. But who -or what- led you here?”

Ven’s body clenched slightly. He looked away from her. A cloud passing by looked like a bird.

“I didn’t know my family before Aqua. I was abandoned on her steps as a baby.” he admitted. “I wouldn’t leave her for anything. That’s why I want to be her familiar.”

Sabrina looked Ven over.

“I bet you would have been a traveler.”

Surprised, he looked back at her.

“What makes you think that?”

“Not every caravan picks up strays like mine does.” she said, simply enough. “Then again, there has to be strays to take in to being with, don’t you think?” A small pause. “You’re so lucky Aqua claimed you before Papa and Mama did. You’d be twice as fat and probably married off by now.”

“Gee, what an opportunity I’ve missed.” Ven chortled. Even Sabrina had to laugh a bit at the thought- not that she thought herself wrong, either.

“Besides,” she went on, looking up at the clouds as well, “Is there anyone else in the village that looks uncannily like you? Not a bit. There’s only one sense of your helpless idiocracy around here, and it belongs to you only.”

“Thanks…?”

“You know I always give the best compliments.”

“And being incredibly humble too.”

“Now you understand.”

They both laughed. The sound of their shared content fluttered through the flowers like butterflies. As silence came in, peace joined with it. A breath between them was the simplest form of intimacy between the duo at the moment.

“I’m so delirious right now.” Sabrina laughed to herself. To Ven she said, “You wanna know a secret, Ven?”

“What could you have that would be worse than ‘I’m a familiar’ and ‘the one I’m tied to is a vampire’?”

That got her to laugh. He liked her laugh. Her real laugh. It didn’t happen all that often.

“I’ve called myself a changeling before.”

Ven quirked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Sabrina nodded. “One of the Willis, specifically. Faerie spirits of heartbroken women whose lovers abandoned them. Usually at the altar, or for another woman.”

“Oh…” Ven moved a bit before venturing to ask, “So you’ve been in a relationship… that ended badly?”

To his surprise, she shook her head.

“Not really. Mostly because I can’t connect with people outside the caravan long enough to have a comfortable relationship.”

“Are you in a relationship now?”

Sabrina lulled her head over to look at him. Her smirk was particularly mischievous as she asked, “Why? Jealous?”

“No!” Ventus immediately blurted out. He then caught himself, giving a small, forced cough before correcting with, “I mean, you called it a comfortable relationship, not a meaningful one. Or even a loving one. What does a comfortable relationship mean to you?”

For a long time, she didn’t answer. When she did, her voice was much, much darker than what it had been moments prior.

“She’s watching us right now, isn’t she?”

“Huh?” was Ven’s first reaction. His next was knowing exactly who she was talking about. Of course he knew Aqua was watching. As much as she liked Sabrina, there were still many things the vampire had to accept before fully trusting the human. Leaving her familiar alone with one for too long (and still so close to her grounds) was one of them.

“Aqua doesn’t have anything to do with our conversation, Sabrina.” Ven told her, his voice taking a more defensive tone.

Sabrina carefully worked to sit up. Ven mirrored her, knowing and fearing the direction their talk was heading into.

Sabrina’s eyes only narrowed at having his eye contact. “Where is she, Ventus?” she once more asked.

Vne could feel the small flare of anger course through his body. And yet, his eyes betrayed him- flicking to a certain window in the castle where, indeed, Aqua was watching them under the guise of needing more light to read her book. Sabrina’s glance matched his own. She didn’t see Aqua. But she knew. She could feel that gaze like she could with Ven right next to her.

“I’m going to bed.” she decided, groaning slightly as she worked her weary body up to its feet.

Ven’s heart immediately felt like someone had dunked it in icy water.

“What? Why?!” he asked, also scrambling to his feet. “It’s barely time for dinner yet.”

Sabrina didn’t acknowledge him. She held her word in making her way back to the castle. It even looked like she would walk back around to the front entrance instead of taking the emergency corridor again.

“Sabrina!” Ven called out, both desperate and exasperated at this point. It was what got her to stop. She looked back at him- her face blank.

“I’ve lost a lot of blood, and I’m tired.” she told him, simply enough. “You can help me back, but don’t expect any more sincere talks.”

Ven’s mouth floundered for a moment. Eventually, all he could do was nod. He let her take the lead, and not a single word was had between them for the rest of the day.

#my writing #writing #writing stuff #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic

[puppyluver256]

So discussing the NiGHTS mod of Pizza Tower--the fact that it even Exists, and looks pretty good from what I've seen as a person who only knows of Pizza Tower through seeing some gameplay footage and prolly won't play it themself whether vanilla or modded--with a friend got me musing that there could prolly be a similar Habit-themed reskin mod if the playerbases crossed over enough to make that happen. That made me remember seeing some fanart a while back, it had to be sometime last year because PT was released last year, of Peppino in Habit's office in the style of one of the level opening title cards. Don't remember the hypothetical title beyond "special guest Dr Habit", akin to how I'm assuming the level(s?) with Mort the Chicken is (are?) labeled.

Problem is, with Tumblr's infamously bad search function and google having gotten worse and worse on purpose in recent times, finding this is proving to be next to impossible.

I have tried several varieties of key words to try and find it, nothing so far. I've gotten plenty of fanart for both separately, an art of someone's BKMN OC in the PT style along with canon character Rarold (so there's the Limbo but without the Lane), and HABIT from EverymanHYBRID, which while that's not the first time that wire has crossed with SFM in fan works (hell, I did an art years ago of Boris kickin' HABIT in the face, the asshole deserves it don't even try and say he doesn't), that's obvs not what I'm looking for and the only reason that came up in the search besides sharing the doc's name was "pizza appears to be HABIT's favorite food" on the villain wiki page preview. Not to mention that there's a nonzero chance that either the person who drew this fanart deleted either it or their account orrrrrrr it maybe never existed in the first place and I false memory'd myself. But I somewhat doubt that the false memory idea is possible because I can picture it so clearly in my mind, as clearly as you can a memory of an image you saw in passing anyway (and I know I saw it on Tumblr if it's real), with Peppino strapped into the dentist chair and Habit looming over him, yannow, as you do when you're a 7'4'' dent-est about to make your smile bigger to cheer up the world at the cost of someone else's teeth and all. Standard stuff ;P

Anyone else know what I'm talking about? Anyone else seen this art, perhaps reblogged it a while back to make it easier to find? Hell, if we find it I'll give it a reblog myself, I may not be a PT fan myself (nothing against it aside from the fact I think playing it would give me a headache and stress me out, but that's a personal me thing) but I'd still want to do that much at least if I'm already trying my damnedest to find it for confirmation purposes.

#pizza tower #i don't go here but #smile for me game #jess calls to the masses #i swear this thang exists or existed it's driving me nuts #i just want to know i'm not having a false memory #my search has given me fake title cards crossing with tf2 and welcome home and amogus and parappa #but no beautiful glowing dent-est :-(

[sparklyslug]

WIP tag game!! 'Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps'

This is a @greenlikethesea collab which is like a multi-character POV Parent Trap/Much Ado About Nothing AU and UGH WE GOTTA GET BACK ON IT

Name the wip, I’ll share a snip!

“Hey bud,” Owens says, regarding Eddie with his habitual look of paternal affection, like Eddie is continuously presenting him with the most incredible macaroni art to put on the fridge. “How you doing?”

“Hey pal,” Eddie says, his habitual response to the habitual greeting. Eddie’s eyes were fully closed three seconds ago and he can kind of only keep his head up by resting his chin on one hand, which makes his head jerk up and down weirdly while he chews, but. “You know,” he says. “Fine.”

“You’ve got to stop letting them rope you into triple shifts,” Owens says, shaking his head a little. “Or you’ve got to stop being such a soft touch for a sob story. You know how many grandmothers Joclyn has come up with, just to kill them off because she knows you’ll go for it?”

“I think we’re at nine this month,” Eddie admits. “But I don’t know her life story, maybe she’s from like. A commune.”

“Hear about the band getting back together?” Owens says.

“Or maybe someone in that family tree got around, like– a lot,” Eddie muses, distantly aware that there’s a lever he neglected to pull to switch tracks back there. “Or there was a cloning incident.”

“Earth to Eddie,” Owens says, another habitual favorite.

Eddie blinks, running the tape back. “Oh,” he says. “Right, sure. The thing.”

“The thing,” Owens confirms.

“And when you say the band–”

Owens folds his hands together on the table between them. “The usual suspects, the posse. The boys, as they say, will be back in town.” he thinks about it for a second. “And the girls too.”

He’s working off half a functional synapse right now, but Eddie can still fill in the blanks, more or less. “So when they told you it would be an internal review, no big deal, a pat on the back and send you on your way, that naturally was bullshit.”

“Sure was,” Owen shakes his head, looking a little bashful. “Now I have to figure out inventive new ways to get out of at least three dinners in my honor, two awards presentations, and roughly five hours of speeches.”

“You need an alibi, I got you,” Eddie mumbles.

“Thanks, but you’ll be in the same boat, kid,” Owens says. “You’re one of the guests of honor.”

“Now there’s a sentence I’ve never heard before,” Eddie says, and forces his eyes open again. “You sure?”

“So sure that I told them you’d do one of the speeches, even,” Owens says. And gets to his feet, coming around to put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “They asked me to suggest an important and essential colleague, and someone who I hoped could embody my legacy for the future of this department.”

Eddie looks up at him, swallows hard. “So…El Hopper wasn’t available?”

Owens shakes his head with a knowing smile, and squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “Get some rest, Eddie. And stop being such a damn pushover for the orderlies.”

#I have strong feelings about Dr Owens #my fic #wip game

[maenage]

THE HOTEL

introduction: continental hotels are structures found all over the globe, usually in main and highly populated cities. despite not looking any different from any other luxury chain hotel, it serves as a focal point for every high end criminal and elite hitman crossing the city and it offers a wide range of services from weapons and work appropriate wear (tailored and modified on client specifications) to food and lodging for however many days needed.

the new york city's continental hotel was first established in 1904. situated in lower manhattan’s financial district, the building stands fifteen stories tall and it displays a neo-renaissance architecture style.

you know the rules. no business can be conducted on this premises, lest incurring heavy penalties

generally speaking, there are two vital rules to keep in mind when stepping inside any continental: no blood is to be spilled on company grounds and all guests are forbidden from going after their contracts or seeking information relevant to them inside the hotel

the sentence for anyone who kills inside the continental hotel is being considered excommunicado. all services are barred and entrance is no longer permitted, with (usually) immediate effect

all services must be paid with specific coins issued by the continental itself,  although payment through regular means is allowed for outsiders

people who are not making use of the hotel's services can be allowed sanctuary. this is strictly subject to the manager's discretion and authority

continentals   (and their managers)   are subjected to the high table's authority.  if there is a violation of the rules,  or any anomaly is perceived,  an abjudicator is sent to regulate matters.  they can declare a continental deconsacrated,  effectively shutting it down,  or issue a state of interregnum,  meaning business is temporarily halted   (usually due to a change in management).

THE STAFF

manager.   winston scott has been the manager of the continental hotel of new york for nearly forty years,  uncontested and widely respected.  there is very little that goes on in the city he doesn’t know about.  he can usually be found on company grounds,  whether in the lounge or up above in his penthouse

concierge.   a continental hotel concierge is not simply a desk clerk.  their authority is second only to the manager's and they can implement house rules if they see fit   (although this could not be true for every continental),  with authorization

assistant-concierge.   a specific staff member among those qualified that has received or is receiving special training in order to fully take on the role

other staff.   a continental,  like any other hotel,  needs many people to function properly,  such as kitchen staff,  cleaners,  bartenders,  guardians and so on

affiliated.  those that,  while not officially among the hotel's staff,  might offer their services,  such as:  bank clerks,  tailors,  doctors,  bodyguards and drivers.

+ blog relevant specifications

winston abides by the rules, generally speaking. but he is not unwilling to bend and twist them a little when he needs to. however, he is not in the business of doing favors for people with no reason. if he has a solid enough relationship with your muse and convincing motive, then he might meet them halfway (this mostly pertains to him providing information, which is easy enough for him to do without raising suspiction)

i go by the assumption that new york isn't the only continental in the united states,  because that would simply be impractical.  there should be at least one,  if not more,  for each main area. 

#WORLD.

[mousegard]

the latest chapter of my fe3h/symphogear crossover features a special guest appearance by giancarlo esposito as an immortal alchemist violinist swordsman loosely based on chevalier de saint-georges

Chapter Nine: Heart of Stone

vanessa's meeting with her boss goes sideways. edelgard's meeting with maria cadenzavna eve goes sideways. and maria's encounter with an old enemy—one that once nearly took everything from her—goes very, very, very sideways.

Edelgard, Heidrun, and Dorothea reached the Skytree ninety minutes ahead of their scheduled meeting with Maria, and though the mall surrounding the base of the tower was bustling with commerce, the tower itself was eerily quiet. Supposedly, or so Edelgard had heard, people lined up to get into the tower as early as dawn, but the sign on the doors announcing that the tower was reserved until half past noon for a private function had apparently done well to deter them today. Heidrun eyed the sign with a skeptical glower. “To think Maria had such strings to pull,” she noted. “Do you smell a trap, Heidrun?” Edelgard asked her, drawing her heavy cape tighter around her shoulders. This was short notice to successfully close a public attraction off to the public. “We ought to be prepared for anything,” she said. “When I’d heard how difficult the tower was to enter, I assumed Maria would be meeting us in the surrounding mall. But,” she added, craning her neck and looking up… and up… and up, “now that I see this place for myself, I can see why the tower itself would be more, er… advantageous for her.” She fumbled anxiously with her collar, her pale cheeks somehow even paler. She was close to taking on a complexion not seen outside the ranks of Those Who Slither in the Dark. “Aoi says it’s the tallest freestanding structure in the entire country,” Dorothea mused. “Yes, Dorothea, I know.” “She says there’s a glass floor 340 meters up, so you can look through it straight down to the ground,” she added. “I am aware of that, Dorothea.” “And that you can see Mount Fuji from the observation deck on a day as clear as this.” “Dorothea, I think that’s enough,” Edelgard said, taking Dorothea by the shoulder. “Let’s be reasonable. Maria and her cohorts know nothing about us. They couldn’t possibly have planned anything with the knowledge of one’s… aversions. It’s not as though they’ve hidden rats strategically throughout the tower.”

#fire emblem three houses #symphogear #fanfiction #crossover

[vainglors]

greta  onieogou.     she / her.     cis  female.      ›    spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   kemdi  o’daro   ,   most   likely   listening   to   cozy   by   beyoncé   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty - eight  year  old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -intrusive   yet   +endearing   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   lining  a  mug  up  perfectly  so  the  label  faces  the  camera  in  a  selfish  act  of  promotion  ,  having  your  makeup  and  hair  done  three  hours  early  so  you  can  sit  on  your  phone  until  you  leave  ,  and  late  nights  that  end  with  falling  asleep  on  your  desk   ,   followed   by   their   bubble  bath  replica  by  maison  martin  margiela   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   how  she  ditched  her  ex  at  the  altar  during  a  night  out  in  vegas   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   .   (   hazy   ,   25   ,   she / her   ,   est   ,   no  triggers   .   muse  t   .   )

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎  .

full  name  :   kemdi  lena  o’daro  . nicknames  :   kem  ,  kd  . bday  :   august  20th  . age  :   twenty8  . gender  &  pronouns  :   cis  female  ,  she  /  her  . sexuality  :   bisexual  . occupation  :   late  night  talk  show  host  .

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒  .

host  and  founder  of  late  night  with  o’daro  ,  which  is  her  talk  show  that  airs  mon  /  wed  /  fri  with  specials  on  some  saturday  nights.  it’s  usually  around  11pm  and  runs  for  about  an  hour  ,  give  or  take.  it’s  a  bit  of  a  mix  of  things  (  think  snl  meets  fallon  /  clarkson  y’know  )  and  she  usually  has  guests  on  to  talk  about  their  upcoming  projects  or  latest  news.

trust  fund  baby  ,  daughter  of  a  famous  screenwriter  and  her  father  owns  a  good  chunk  of  beachfront  properties  along  both  the  east  and  west  coasts  that  he  rents  out  to  people.

she’s  been  …  unlucky  in  love  because  she’s  a  bit  flaky  and  tends  to  focus  more  on  her  work  rather  than  focusing  on  making  genuine  relationships  between  her  and  other  people  work.  cares  about  her  show  more  than  anything  in  the  world  and  prioritizes  it  over  everything  else  ,  including  family  functions  and  stuff  that’s  involved  with  her  personal  life.

although  she  works  hard  ,  she’s  a  naturally  endearing  person  and  can  talk  anyone’s  ear  off.  she  has  a  way  of  getting  through  to  people  and  uses  that  to  her  advantage  because  it  helps  her  gain  a  holding  point  against  everyone  else  –  just  in  case  she  needs  it  ,  the  ammunition  is  there.

as  you’ve  probably  gathered  before  ,  she’s  very  professional.  that  kind  of  front  comes  from  how  strict  her  parents  were  while  she  was  a  teenager.  they  practically  raised  her  to  build  an  empire  from  the  ground  up  ,  was  barely  given  the  money  she  needed  to  do  what  she  wanted  ,  but  also  grew  up  around  luxury.  she  has  a  complicated  relationship  with  her  parents  now  because  they’re  beginning  to  mooch  off  of  her  success.

her  subplot  includes  her  selling  info  to  nepoupdates  –  mostly  info  her  team  acquires  about  her  guests  and  whatnot.  

[  death  tw  ]  recently  (  about  a  year  ago  )  lost  her  brother  and  his  wife  to  a  climbing  accident  that  she  was  with  them  during.  while  kemdi  was  hospitalized  for  about  a  week  with  several  fractures  ,  her  brother  and  his  wife  did  not  make  it.  they  left  behind  their  daughter  ,  keziah  ,  who’s  three  years  old  now.  kemdi’s  been  taking  care  of  kez  ever  since  the  accident  and  has  official  custody  of  her  as  of  late  2022.  

keziah  is  the  only  thing  kemdi  cares  about  outside  of  work.  legitimately  the  only  thing.  

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  .

(  +  )   elusive  ,  endearing  ,  personable  ,  charming  ,  comedic  ,  confident  ,  inquisitive. (  -  )   indifferent  ,  loose  lipped  ,  selfish  ,  calculated  ,  dishonest  ,  wily  ,  overworked.

#nepofm.intro #death tw #hey besties x

[wclfstrife]

“Character Setting!”

Send me “Character Setting!” to learn about my muse’s home!

main verse.

viewed in-game, it's a standard apartment, although small, it seems adequate for a single person, but with him not spending too much time there and after the fall of the sector 7 plate, it didn't get a chance to be personalized.

advent children verse.

he lived with tifa, barret and marlene in the newly built 7th heaven bar, however this was not shown but i imagine it's similar to that of a small-medium sized room -- perhaps upstairs -- of the bar that did have a few details within to express it was cloud's room, perhaps more or less the same as his original living situation, just the necessities. basic bed, dresser maybe a bookshelf, the works. this was up until he moved into the sector 5 church, however hard to say how exactly he lived there other than camping gear. after all the events of AC happened, cloud went back to living with everyone else.

modern.

kitchen. the house was bought as is, i really tried to make it standard but might be considered too much considering this dude lives alone and 100% forgets to feed himself daily, but perfect for get-togethers!

bedrooms & bathrooms. these are pretty standard as well, nothing too cluttered but could seem lackluster to the eyes of others. many of the doors lead to small attached balconies if one would like to just sit outside, another has a chess table outside too should he met/invite someone over to play chess. ( i don't know whether or not he knows how to play ). the smaller room can serve as some sort of study or hobby/game room, or even a temporary guest bedroom should he install a bed there. bathrooms are more or less the same in both appearance and function, except that his ( master bedroom bathroom ) doesn't have room for a shower, which he prefers as they are quicker. plus a dog bed in his room for his puppy!

living room. i didn't get a close up screenshot. not too fancy but definitely cozy -- because he deserves it -- as defined by the fireplace in the back. this is would probably be the area where he decides at 2 am to move furniture around because he was bored.

#( this took so long i had to move him out from another house bc i had two sims just to give him his own place dnksgsd ) #( thank you!! ) #🗡️ – ⋞ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ. ⋟ ┊ answered. #;; long post.

[summoner-renzus]

[ Continued from here ]

"Well then perhaps you should've informed me about this entire matter BEFORE dragging me here!" The Virtuoso snaps, hissing underneath her breath as she glances at the guards, then at the man seated opposite her. "I would've come undercover as opposed to my performance self!" The woman scoffed annoyed, motioning at the tea and then her mask. "How am I supposed to drink like this?!"

"I should've done this myself. Play the shamisen and sneak around afterward... Now I have to be here with YOU." The woman rolled her single visible eye as she grabbed the cup and judged it harshly. "Last time I'm working with you."

"And as if I'd start causing a scene! I could do with a bit of drama, certainly. But I am not a murderer, I'm an artist. And there are too many people for a two-act..."

"Can't we just stage a diversion and exit, stage left?"

“And I would have informed you, Jhin, if you weren’t so irritatingly difficult to track down on any given day.” Renzus finished pouring the tea, returning to his upright seated posture, his face continuing to project calmness despite the irritation of his erstwhile partner, especially when they were under the watchful gaze of the guards.

“Besides, Lord Senjin knows not of your reputation, nor what you look like. His world is his garden, his grandchildren, and the entertaining stories in his court. You can simply lift that mask a little to drink, I’m sure.” The Crow couldn’t help but indulge in a little humour at Jhin’s expense.

After a few moments, an old man hobbled into the room, his walking cane creaking as Lord Senjin took halting steps forward, guided along by a pair of dutiful attendants who remained close by his side. The Ionian elder slowly took his seat at the table, a genteel smile crossing his wizened features, milky eyes that were scarcely functioning turning over each of his two guests.

“Oh! It’s my foreign friend. It’s such a welcome surprise to see you!” Lord Senjin mused, picking up his tea with a slightly trembling hand, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow sip. “And your friend, too. What might their name be?”

Renzus glanced sideways at Jhin, sipping his own tea, clearly intent on letting the Virtuoso answer for herself.

@thecompulsivevirtuoso

#thecompulsivevirtuoso

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[jargonautical]

A summons

THE LETTER IS waiting in the hall, crisp and clean and utterly blank. No stamp or frank in the top-right corner, so it must have been hand-delivered early this morning before he got moving. He carries it through with him to the tiny kitchen, tossing it on the table while he coaxes the stove to light and sets some coffee on to brew. Only after he’s taken his first appreciative sip does he sit down and pull the thick envelope towards him, extracting a pearl-handled penknife to slit the paper and extract the contents. 

A single sheet of heavyweight cream paper slides into his hand, crackling genteelly as he lays it flat. He frowns at the embossed heading and coat of arms, then at the two lines of elegantly handwritten script. 

Your presence is kindly requested at your earliest convenience on a matter of significant interest to both our principals. Failure to act could result in an opportunity lost. 

There’s no name, no salutation, and that along with the absence of an address on the envelope delivers a message of its own. They know who he is and where he can be found. And as for what he’s being invited to discuss - they know he knows that too. The letter ends with some unreadable scrawl of a signature, but that’s irrelevant. The embossed letter head announces in crisp square cut capitals that this comes via the private office of the Honourable Charles Ernest Warrington Vernon. 

“Well. Here we go.”, he muses out loud to the empty kitchen. Then he leans comfortably back in his chair, one hand still resting delicately on the paper, and finishes his coffee.

FASHIONABLY LATE, LINDEN lingers in the doorway for a moment of people-watching. You can always tell the ones who were born into status and wealth. Every overt signal of the power imbalance between them and the people around them, every benefit and opportunity, is accepted as just fundamentally how the universe is supposed to function. If sometimes they’re aware of their massive privilege, as the man they’re currently watching would like to think he is, it’s still mostly a performative affair; like making a point to smile and thank the server gliding past as he deftly claims a refill from her silver tray. More, that smooth charm, from overling to underling, is a fragile veneer over a deep well of entitlement. Break the compact, fail to be suitably grateful for the condescension, and the charm can vanish. They’ve seen it. Caused it too, they recall with a lopsided smile swiftly suppressed, and they push off the doorframe to go and greet their host. 

He turns as he registers their approach, arranging his features into a warm overling smile masking his mingled apprehension and relief. On paper Linden currently works for him, but he’s entirely aware where the power balance would lie if it came down to a challenge. He’s far from the only client with the correct combination of money and requirements. 

“It never gets old, you know, mission briefings in the back room of the fundraisers’ ball. Are they really so boring that you need to spice them up with covert operations?”. 

“You’ve attended enough by now, you tell me.”. He takes a sip of his own champagne to mask the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Have you reviewed the brief?”. 

“Only the outline. I thought it was very similar to the Ely project, apart from - well, you know. Is he serious?”. 

“Well, we shall see.”. He nods at the figure in sombre grey livery lurking pointedly in the entrance to a side corridor, a signal that their host is ready to see them now.

..............................................................................................................................

A very select handful of guests is enjoying a more intimate view of their benefactor’s residence, dotted about the room in twos and threes admiring the artwork and talking academic politics in hushed tones. It’s a grand setting, certainly. The room must be fifty feet long, with elegant panelling at the far end open to reveal yet more space beyond. Deep blue velvet, fringed and tasseled and draped, adorns the floor-to-ceiling windows running down the right of the room while a cheerful fire crackles in the massive marble fireplace on the left, presumably for the comfort of the frail figure huddled in one of the armchairs there. 

Time has not been kind to the honourable Charles. The receding hairline he once tried so vainly to ignore is ancient history, just a bare iron-grey fringe clinging on somewhere around the level of his ears. Dark pink lesions dot his scalp and forehead, and an unusual pallor gives him a drawn, weary look despite his many comforts. He stares into the fire, face settled into heavy jowls, with a petulant quirk to his mouth that recalls the spoilt child he used to be. 

“Finally.”, he snaps at the new arrivals. “The paperwork is on the desk.”. 

One crabbed hand swirls imperiously in the direction of the double doors and the study beyond. Linden receives the hint with unruffled good humour and retrieves the documents, offering them to the old man, but he waves again impatiently. 

“No, no - that’s your copy. I have no desire to read the blasted things ever again.”. 

Linden settles in the wing chair opposite the old man, leafing through the folder to check the contents while the Archchancellor fidgets irritably. Etiquette is a consideration here, in the private home of the Institute’s founder and most significant donor, and he hasn’t actually been offered a seat. But then neither has Linden, and Vernon didn’t comment. 

“This historian.”, Linden says thoughtfully, breaking the silence. “You expect him to be a problem?”. 

The old man wheezes, a painful parody of a laugh. “I expect him to try, certainly. He’ll hate not having the upper hand. Had it all his own way for far too long. Cooper tells me you’ll keep him under control - I should damn well hope so, considering your outrageous fee.”. 

“Forgive me, sir.”, Archchancellor Cooper interrupts. “Are you serious about bringing in this man? He may claim to be the local expert, but he’s hardly the sort of name that will enhance the project’s reputation.”. 

“He is considerably more than that - didn’t you read the briefing material my people put together?”. Charles gives him a sour look. “I’m deadly serious, believe me. Fifty years ago he stood in my study and told me I was wasting my time, damn him, and if there’s a way to cause trouble he’ll find it. Better we have him on the inside pissing out than on the outside pissing in. He’s essential.”. 

‘Essential’, in Cooper’s considered opinion, is exactly what the man is not. Vernon has some very odd ideas that he’s prepared to spend very generously to pursue, and that sort of obsession attracts exactly the type of lowlife charlatan willing to indulge - or even encourage - the old man’s delusions. 

It’s another matter entirely that that the university happily continues to cash Mr Vernon’s cheques, of course. Not the same thing at all. 

“Of course, sir. If you’re satisfied that you have the right man,”, and a significant glance at Linden clearly signals his opinion on that score, “might I recommend that you leave the negotiations to my people? I see no reason for you to be troubled with the details.”. 

“You’ll allow me the pleasure of bringing him to heel first.”, Charles shoots back, with a flash of bitter humour. “If I’m right, he’ll be appearing before you have a chance to summon him - if there’s one thing you can count on with these creatures, it’s their curiosity. Remember that!”, he adds jabbing a finger in Linden’s direction. 

Linden scans the blurred photo on top of the pile; a dark-haired man striding down a crowded street with his long coat billowing out behind him, gaze fixed straight ahead and apparently unaware of his surveillance. Their client seems utterly convinced, but it’s not possible. Fifty years ago the man in this picture probably wouldn’t even have been born.

. “Your other guest has arrived, sir.”, a deferential voice murmurs, and Charles begins the painful process of extracting himself from his chair. “As I thought. Show him up once I reach the study.”.

..............................................................................................................................

No shadows to lurk in this time; Charles can clearly see the nothing-man strolling across the room towards him. Still tall, still dark, still dressed head to toe in dusty black. Still approximately forty something years old even though more than fifty years have passed since their last meeting. It may be the nature of his kind not to age, to wear any face they take a liking to, but still it stings to see it. On the other hand his very presence here unchanged after so many years is a strange sort of comfort, a testament to the truth of his obsession and validation for the task ahead of him. In a moment of rare introspection Charles wonders what the creature sees, lightly fixed in time as he is. Does he see him as he was, or as he is now - the fractious old man his own mirror shows him, weaker and paler with every passing day? 

Those fifty years haven’t been wasted at his end, however. Clearing the debt attached to the estate swallowed up the first decade and most of the comfortable profits from his first practice, but that was only the beginning. Reviving the Vernon name and influence demanded enough expensive favours to keep him at a standstill for a decade more, but now? Now he stands as financially secure as any of his noble ancestors. 

“Well, here I am.”. Mainder smoothly claims the chair on the other side of the desk and makes himself comfortable, adding conversationally, “It’s a little strange to be meeting the same Vernon twice. You know how it is, you come and you go … anyway. What can I do for you?”. 

Bored already, his eyes flick to the private party going on through the huge double doors. A couple of young men uncomfortable in rented black-tie, one older chap in considerably better fitting and better-quality ditto, and an expensive-looking blonde in an expensive-looking dress, blood-red lips and nails echoing the wine she accepts with a dazzling smile from one of the youngsters. He winks at her just for the hell of it, and grins ruefully when she blanks him with well-bred disdain. 

“You didn’t come all this way to sit there and ignore me.”, Charles says sharply. “Does it surprise you to learn that I’m ready to make amends? As soon as they find the door I will have it repaired, no matter the cost. I’ve told my people to expect you, to save you the bother of trying to sneak in.”. 

“How very thoughtful of you.”, Mainder murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. 

“Kindness has nothing to do with it. I assume you intend to meddle.”. 

“I intend to observe.”, Mainder corrects him casually. “Thank you for making it easier. I don’t suppose for one second you’ve given any thought to the implications if your little project goes wrong?”. 

Charles chooses to skirt the question. “My people have everything in hand. Just show up and make yourself useful - or is that too much to ask?”. 

“Not at all.”. 

Charles almost sags with relief. Braced for a fight, expecting denial and anger and outright mischief, and yet it was so easy! He hates to think less of his grandfather, the disciplinarian terror of his childhood, but he feels just a little smug in that moment. Generations of cajoling, negotiating, even outright begging, when all that was needed was a little firmness. 

Mainder’s attention has wandered again, this time to the illustrious ancestors staring down from the walls. One in particular he keeps returning to with a lurking smile, an unattributed oil-on-board of a young woman in a dark red gown, pearls in her hair and lace at her throat, her merry dark eyes sparkling out at the viewer as if inviting them to share her triumph. ‘Margaret, Lady Vernon, c.1540’, says the nameplate set into the heavy gilt frame. The painting is beautifully done, even if the subject were less engaging; the delicate patterns and knots of the lace glow creamy-pale against the darker folds of the dress, picked out in individual strokes and dots as crisp as if the artist’s hand had only just placed them there.  He looks from the portrait to Charles, eyes suddenly tawny in the light. 

“A question in turn.”, he says curiously. “If you manage to get the door open, what will you do next?”. 

“That needn’t trouble you.”, Charles says dismissively. “Do your part and we will be even.”. 

“I suppose we will.”.

#fantasy #fiction #books #somewhere to be #faerie #reading #booklr #gnu terry pratchett #goodreads #storygraph #a chapter at a time #www.laurie-mather.co.uk

[votivecandleholder]

Birthday Party Places in Malden, Massachusetts (Kids & Adults)

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Birthday Party Places in Malden, Massachusetts (Kids & Adults)

Hey! Perhaps you’re in the midst of planning a birthday celebration in Malden, Massachusetts? There are plenty of creative options available to suit any taste and budget. From adventurous outdoor activities (Malden parks, beach, mountains, inflatable play facilities, Malden amusement & trampoline parks,…) to creative arts, crafts workshops, and other indoor places (Malden restaurants, pubs, hotels, Malden museums, swimming pool,…), there’s something for everyone to enjoy on their special day.

Contents

1 About Malden, Massachusetts

2 Malden Birthday Party Places

2.1 Sky Zone Trampoline Park

2.2 Pearl Street Station

2.3 Artlounge Arlington

2.4 Lucky Strike

2.5 Boda Borg

2.6 Laser Quest

2.7 Flatbread Company

2.8 Jump N’ Slide

2.9 Boston Paintball Chelsea

2.10 Mystic Brewery

2.11 Muse Paintbar

2.12 AMC Methuen 20

2.13 Playtime

2.14 AMC Assembly Row

2.15 Clip N’ Climb Chelsea

3 Birthday Party Ideas in Malden

4 Malden Map

5 Party Supplies in Malden

About Malden, Massachusetts

Malden Ma

Malden is a city in Middlesex County, Massachusetts, United States. Malden is home to the historic Malden Mills factory, now known as the American Textile History Museum, which provides a unique glimpse into the city’s past. From adventure parks to art studios, there’s something for everyone in Malden.

Malden Birthday Party Places

Let’s review some of the best birthday party venues in Malden for kids and adults:

Sky Zone Trampoline Park

Looking for a high-energy party experience? Sky Zone Trampoline Park is the place for you! With wall-to-wall trampolines, dodgeball courts, and foam pits, your party guests will have a blast bouncing around.

Sky Zone Trampoline Park Malden

Plus, Sky Zone offers party packages that include a private party room, pizza, drinks, and a dedicated party host to ensure your event is a success.

Pearl Street Station

If you’re looking for a more low-key celebration, Pearl Street Station is a great option. Choose from a variety of menu options, including appetizers, entrees, and desserts.

Artlounge Arlington

For a creative bday party, consider Artlounge Arlington. Your guests will have a blast creating their own masterpieces to take home.

Lucky Strike

For an upscale birthday party experience, check out Lucky Strike in Boston. Lucky Strike can accommodate parties of all sizes, from small groups to large events.

Boda Borg

Boda Borg Boston Malden

For a unique and challenging birthday party experience, check out Boda Borg in Malden. This interactive gaming facility offers a variety of puzzles and challenges for groups to solve. With multiple rooms to explore, your guests will have to work together to complete each task.

Laser Quest

For an action-packed birthday party, check out Laser Quest in Danvers, just a short drive from Malden. This laser tag facility offers a variety of game modes, including team and solo play.

Flatbread Company

For a delicious and unique birthday party experience, consider hosting your event at Flatbread Company. This restaurant specializes in wood-fired pizzas and organic salads, and offers a private function room for parties.

Jump N’ Slide

For a birthday party that’s sure to tire out your little ones, consider Jump N’ Slide in Everett. Jump N’ Slide can accommodate parties of all sizes and offers party packages that include a private party room and access to all the attractions.

Boston Paintball Chelsea

For a thrilling and action-packed b-day party, consider Boston Paintball in Chelsea.

Mystic Brewery

For a unique and adult-friendly bday party, check out Mystic Brewery in Chelsea, just a short drive from Malden.

Mystic Station Malden

This brewery specializes in Belgian-inspired beers and offers a taproom and outdoor beer garden for events.

Muse Paintbar

For a creative and relaxing birth day party experience, consider Muse Paintbar in Lynnfield.

AMC Methuen 20

For a movie lover’s birthday party, check out AMC Methuen 20 in Methuen. AMC Methuen 20 can accommodate parties of all sizes and provides a fun and classic birthday experience.

Playtime

If you’re hosting a birthday party for younger children, Playtime in Arlington is a great option. This indoor play space offers a variety of activities, including a ball pit, slides, and climbing structures.

AMC Assembly Row

If you’re looking for a classic b-day party experience, consider hosting your event at AMC Assembly Row.

Clip N’ Climb Chelsea

For an adventurous and active bday party, consider Clip N’ Climb in Chelsea.  Clip N’ Climb is sure to provide a unique and exciting birthday experience for all your guests.

Birthday Party Ideas in Malden

Bday Table Decor

Mystic Brewery

Okie Dokie Fun Zone And Party Rental

Love Is Sweet

Birthday Tent

Malden Map



Party Supplies in Malden

Big Balloons

Amazing Celebrations & Events

Play Time

Just In Case Party Rental

Okie Dokie Rental

Dollar Tree

Conclusion

In conclusion, Malden, Massachusetts offers a variety of options for birthday party venues, whether you’re looking for a high-energy experience or a more low-key celebration. From trampoline parks to art studios to breweries, there’s something for everyone in Malden. So, start planning your next birthday party and make it a celebration to remember!

#Malden #Malden Birthday Decorations #Malden Birthday Parties #Malden Party Supplies #Malden Venues #Massachusetts Birthday Parties #Massachusetts Party Supplies #Massachusetts Venues

[eisiramdeus]

LTRFLOYD, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAP’N    ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral .

✯ YOU KNOW, IT’S A BIT IRONIC THAT HE’S     CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS DOWN AT THIS     MOMENT. NOT THE... PHYSICAL PANTS THAT     WEARS, NO, THOSE ARE UNDERSTANDABLY     DOWN AT THIS MOMENT SO HE CAN HAVE     A LITTLE FUN. RATHER, HIS GUARD THAT WAS     AMBUSHED LIKE THIS BY THE PRETTIEST LITTLE     THING OF A NERD HE’D NEVER EXPECT. AND     THAT’S THE THING. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.     CHRIST’S SAKE, HE LITERALLY DOES THIS FOR     A LIVING. Well played, Robert. Viper to another.

Down the little glasses he wears and all. Well-fucking-played. He wears a lenseless frames at embassies, too, combined with his gelled, slicked back hair. It’s very disarming. And yet. Guess you got the better of me. Not an hour ago, he’d been drinking a little to George Strait in the little living room (he establishes dominance by imposing George Strait on all guests, he calls is an act of civilization for all under his domain), building a goofy little aircraft model. They do this a lot more often than anyone would think; it’d become some sort of bonding exercise, I think. He didn’t expect to become fond of the little fuck like this, but that’s just how things turn out. With the little thing on his knees before him on the couch, looking up at him with those glassy, little glossy eyes. His own squint, mouth agape, throat trying to suppress the warm feelings and gruff noises that rise like smoke in a wildfire. Is there a more beautiful thing than a man who doesn’t hold back? Whiskey-flavored exhales of pleasure into the ceiling as his head rolls into the sofa backrest along with his eyes, likewise rolling to Heaven. To Hell, more likely, but pardon me, I require analogies that indicate up rather than down. You’re wrong for that, Floyd, you know that? Deceiving a man like this... 

Pretty green orbits looking up at him, seeking & deceiving. Scandalous and evil. No, I could never believe Bob ever had impure intentions, even when he’s demonstrating his profane skill at captivating a man like this. Greedy grasp of a real man’s calloused, heavy hands on Bob’s head, gripping as much as they can into Bob’s hair, charting their natural course into the back of his head, where they rest.  It’s functional, a bastard such as this might think. Keeps the other’s head within range. He’s lightly pulling his head down into his cock, as encouragement; looong, deep, gruff moans, as praises sung to his talent. ❝...❞ open, singing mouth contorts into a grin when just the right, sensitive parts of his head and shaft slide on smoothly by. Lips quiver and fingers curl into his scalp, he attempts to bite down and grind teeth to control his damn self. A nasal, sighing grunt of frustration. Needing, aching chest leans back against the couch so that his hips can push forward into Robert’s face, perhaps callously thrusting him deep while hands hold him there for a few brief seconds. The noises moments like this only fuel him, enchant him, taints and depraves the goodness in his heart. As if. 

A bursting gasp for mercy and air when it’s all the way deep in, fingers vibrate and tremble into Bob’s hair, and this time tomorrow, he would think to buy you flowers and dinner some time next week. As an apology. Eyes wide open, he’s looking down upon Bob, brows furrowed, cheeks whiskey-rosed. Oh, Bob. He pulls back, hands slide down to the sides of the aviator’s face, thumbs upon his cheekbone, ring finger just on the line of his jaw: they hold his head possessively yet gently, drawing him close, careful tugs to tell him to come here, pulling him up to the level of his chest, bridges of spit drawn from Alex’s tip trailing up to Bob’s lips until they tense and break. Work of fucking art. He curves down to make faces meet, tilting his head to the right to make them fit like the pieces to the model statue they erected in the living room there, shyly staring at them inanimately from the dining table. A purring, vibrating, pleased mmmm rolling in his mouth when lips meet, kissing Bob with a certain kind of lust and ardent, lost-in-desire aggression only a Greek warrior knew how. Tongue taking him in every sense of the word, tasting himself in another’s mouth, and, parting even more of his flavor unto Bob’s mouth. Stings like whiskey, tastes like sin, breaks like heartache. ❝Fuck.❞ Nothing else more expressive and succinctly put that he could have whispered breathlessly into Bob’s lips when they part briefly for air before taking him again.

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