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dancingbirdie · 8 months

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Would you plz do a fic with Astarion when tav and the party looted a bunch of alcohol and take it back and drink it and celebrate at camp but tav gets a little drunk and astarion starts realising his feelings for them? 😳

I’d love astarion to take care of me after a few drinks 😂

Bless you anon, for gifting me this fic idea. It practically wrote itself and saved me from being bored all day at work. I hope you enjoy it!

A Night of Drinks and Realizations

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,120

Warnings/Tags: Astarion x GN!Tav, minor act 1 spoilers, drinking, drunkenness, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, FLUFF! Non-sexual HEARTWARMING FLUFF!

Song Credit: The Galway Girl by Steve Earle (I do not own rights to the music, lyrics modified slightly to fit the fic)

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Chultan Fireswill tasted exactly as its name suggested - like the last charcoaled bits remaining in a dying campfire. But, Tav had to admit, it got the job done. It was as strong as horse piss on a hot day. They were absolutely soused from just half a bottle. Although, to be fair, Tav hadn’t been a heavy drinker in their past life, before all this illithid tadpole business had come about. Now? Well, they supposed they had much more reason to imbibe.

Tav sat around the campfire with most of the others, enjoying spoils from the goblin camp the party had handily defeated - mostly due to the help that Halsin and Lump the Enlightened’s group had provided. They had yet to make it back to the Emerald Grove as Halsin had requested. Utterly spent from the fighting and fleeing, Tav and the rest of the party had opted instead to rest for the night in the blighted village on the outskirts of the goblin camp. At least there were semi-usable beds in some of the abandoned buildings.

Shortly after setting up camp, Gale had retired early, eager to continue reading some of the dusty tomes he’d been collecting throughout their journey. Astarion had slunk off in search of something to satiate his thirst, leaving the rest of the group in various states of relaxation around the fire. It was a quiet, peaceful evening. Everyone seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, ruminating.

That was until Tav hiccupped loudly, breaking the thoughtful silence that had overtaken the party. Karlach guffawed at the sound, smacking her hands on her thighs.

“Tav’s absolutely PISSED, look at them!” she managed between cackles. The other party members turned to observe them, curious. They had all been running about, fighting, nonstop for the past few days. No one in the party had ever been well and truly drunk in front of the others. There just hadn’t been the time, or the relative safety, to be inebriated.

Tav blinked blearily at Karlach across the bonfire, trying to focus. “‘M not,” they garbled. “‘M perffc-ly fine.”

“Chk. Your tolerance for this weak slop is an embarrassment,” Lae’zel spat from her seat next to Tav. “Give me that,” she said as she grabbed the bottle from their hand, upturning it and consuming the rest of the foul liquid in one go.

Tav smiled amiably and patted her on the knee. “You’re *hiccup* lovely. I forgive you *hiccup* for takin’ my drink.”

Lae’zel stared at them, eyes widened to the size of saucers. Wyll, Shadowheart, and Karlach were nearly bursting at the seams to keep from laughing openly.

“I do not require your forgiveness, ska’keth,” she snapped.

Tav just giggle-hiccupped and smiled again. Looking to the rest of the party, they put a hand to their mouth and stage-whispered, “she’s a little grumpy, that one.”

At this, they all laughed uproariously. Lae’zel rolled her eyes, reaching for another bottle of alcohol piled near the rest of the camp supplies.

“YOU-GUYS,” Tav suddenly shouted in a slur, tottering over to snatch up a new bottle of Chultan Fireswill. “We should have a party. Like, right now, have a party.”

“FUCK YES!” Karlach cheered, chucking an empty mead bottle onto the ground with a resounding crash. “I’m all in, baby,” she said, reaching for an unopened bottle of Ithbank.

“Here, here,” Shadowheart echoed, raising her own bottle. “We could do with a bit of levity and foolishness, I think. Does anyone play an instrument? Some music would be lovely.”

“It’s been a few years but I believe I can still pluck a few tunes on the lyre. Let me give it a go,” Wyll replied, rummaging through his pack supplies to retrieve the instrument.

Moments later, he began plucking a jovial tune that had everyone besides Lae’zel tapping their feet and nodding to the music. After it finished, he continued with a dancing jig Tav was familiar with from the taverns in Waterdeep, although most of the footwork eluded them in their drunken state.

“Where’s Gale and Astarion?” Tav shouted in a sing-song voice, twirling around in a laughable attempt at dancing. “Wake their asses up and tell them we’re having a party!”

“No need for ass-waking, at least for me,” Gale called, joining the party from the direction of one of the abandoned houses. “No one can get an ounce of sleep with you lot frolicking around the fire.”

“GALE!” Tav shrieked as they dance-skipped over to him, tripping slightly and smashing into his chest. “You made it!”

Chivalrous as ever, the wizard kindly grabbed Tav’s arms to keep them upright and restore some semblance of balance to their swaying form. “Quite literally impossible to miss it, Tav. Your voice carries extraordinarily well,” he replied, chuckling.

Tav gave him a rueful smile. “I drank, jus’ a lil’,” they explained.

At this, his face broke into a wide grin. “I can certainly see that. Looks like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do if I'm to match the rest of you!”

He guided Tav over to where Shadowheart was sitting, delicately perched on an old traveler’s trunk near the fire. “Perhaps stay here while I go peruse our stockpile.”

Tav plopped down unceremoniously next to Shadowheart, who quirked a smile. “Enjoying ourselves are we?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Tav sighed out. “Although it would be even better if Astarion joined us. Where IS he?” they asked, swiveling their head around the village square, hoping to spot his telltale white blonde locks.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually. Maybe he caught himself a big bear and is drinking it dry,” Shadowheart said teasingly.

Tav nodded seriously, “He deserves the biggest bear, ever,” they said, absolutely failing to notice the joke.

Shadowheart scoffed. “Lovesick, little pup?”

Tav giggled, abruptly hiccupped, and then giggled again at that.

“He’s just beautiful,” they finally replied in a dreamy sort of voice.

And then, “Inside and out,” they added, more softly.

Shadowheart threw her head back with a laugh. “Oh gods! You really are lovesick.”

Tav hummed happily. “I think I am, but - OH MY GODS!”

“What?” Shadowheart shouted, startled and peering about to assess the apparently impending danger.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Tav shrieked, jumping to their feet and swaying about once more as Wyll began playing another lively tune.

Confession utterly forgotten, they were lost to the strumming of the lyre, spinning like a top that might never stop.

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Astarion had not planned to eavesdrop on the conversation between Tav and Shadowheart as he made his way back toward the camp. Truly, he hadn’t. But, at the mention of his name from Tav, he couldn’t help but wonder what the conversation was about.

Stepping quietly around the corner of the decrepit tavern, he paused to listen. His heightened senses easily picked up on their voices as clear as if he would be standing next to them.

Tav had… feelings for him? Astarion didn’t know what to do with this information. Why were they admitting this so openly? And to a person they barely knew? Was this a ploy? Was Tav banking on him hearing this supposed confession and trying to lull him into some false sense of security? The paranoid part of his mind was absolutely convinced of it.

But no, surely that couldn’t be it, another more reasonable part of his brain asserted. Lost in his thoughts, he observed Tav whirling about the campfire with their bottle of booze spilling out. They accidentally doused Lae’zel with a spurt of liquid, causing the Githyanki to swear loudly and move to the other side of the campfire.

Astarion huffed a laugh. No, Tav was… many things… but devious was not one of them. He had observed them enough throughout their travels the last few days and had come to the conclusion that Tav was as harmless as a week-old pup to those they liked and trusted. They were genuine, transparent, and… open… to his utter confusion. And, okay yes, his considerable annoyance.

But Astarion was truly hard-pressed to remain annoyed at Tav for long. They were just so gods-damned pure. As pure as the sun’s rays. Being annoyed with them was like being annoyed at the sun for existing. It couldn’t help what it was. Tav couldn’t help who they were. It would be a mistake, a waste of time, to despise them for their nature.

He envied them for that. But above all else, if he were being totally honest with himself, he craved their attention just as much as he relished the actual sunbeams he’d been able to feel on his skin for the first time in over 200 years.

But still, Astarion had no idea how to process this revelation, that the-pure-sun-incarnate-Tav had love for him. Love. Not merely lust, desire, or attraction. Now those he was familiar with. Those had been a currency he’d transacted on Cazador’s behalf for so many years. But love? Love was an unknown concept to him. It had never been something he’d tried to cultivate in the minds of his victims. Astarion wasn’t even sure he understood what love actually was.

A series of loud bangs startled him from his circling thoughts. He looked up and chuckled at the sight he beheld.

Tav had found several scrolls of minor illusion in Gale’s packs and had begun to set off fireworks. Bright green, pink, and yellow sparks were careening into the sky, exploding into images of flowers and pixies to the utter delight of Tav. The rest of the party were loitering about, laughing at Tav as they clapped their hands in joy.

Seeing as this would perhaps be the best time to integrate himself into the party, Astarion strolled toward the campfire. Grabbing a bottle of some cheap swill they’d looted, he took a seat beside Shadowheart and nodded in a cheers sort of motion to the cleric. She raised her bottle in acknowledgement.

“Come to watch the wonder that is Tav utterly debauched?” she quipped.

“I must say, I rather like them like this, all uninhibited and bawdy” he replied, his eyes following Tav as they danced and gyrated their way over to Wyll, who was plucking out another familiar tavern tune.

“Wyll, do you know the song ‘The Amphail Girl’?” Tav asked too loudly, hiccupping.

“I do, but gods Tav, I don’t know that I’ve ever tried playing it,” Will admitted.

“Okay, okay,” Tav sighed in a mock-morose tone, stopping Wyll from playing by placing a hand on the lyre strings. “Then you must pass the lyre my friend and be ready to take some *hiccup* notes.”

Wyll, ever the good sport of the group, obliged Tav’s demand and relinquished the instrument.

Astarion chuckled. “Oh, dear. They’re not about to actually put on a performance, are they?” he asked in a somewhat-rhetorical question toward Shadowheart.

She chuckled. “It appears so. Liquid courage really does wonders, it seems.”

They both watched as Tav began plucking at the strings of the lyre until they stitched together the right tune. After a few beats of strumming, they began to sing.

“I took a stroll down the old long walk

Of the day I-ay-I-ay

I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

Of a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

And I knew right then I been takin' a whirl

Down the Salthill Prom with an Amphail girl”

The entire party watched, enraptured, as Tav sang the lyrics in a beautiful, high tenor voice. Their hands never missed a chord, performing as though they knew the song by heart.

“Did you cast Guidance on them?” Astarion whispered to Shadowheart, as Tav strummed the bridge of the song.

“No, I haven’t touched my magic since this afternoon,” she replied. “This is all Tav. Shocking, considering how inebriated they are.”

It seemed the rest of the party members were in equal disbelief that their drunken compatriot could perform so flawlessly. Tav continued the song, smiling as they sang, eyes closed and blissfully unaware of the stares they had garnered.

“We were halfway there when the rain came down

On the day I-ay-I-ay

She asked me up to her flat downtown

On a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

So I took her hand, and I gave her a twirl

Oh, and I lost my heart to an Amphail Girl”

And the longer Tav sang, the longer Astarion realized there were cracks now forming in his long-held aloof façade. There they were, singing with their heart and soul, radiating unobtrusive joy. Astarion was enamored by Tav’s utter lack of pretense. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, even if he had wanted to.

“When I woke up I was all alone

With a broken heart and a ticket home

And I ask you now, tell me what would you do?

If her hair was black and her eyes were blue

'Cause I've travelled around, I've been all over this world

Boys, I've never seen nothin' like an Amphail girl”

Tav concluded the song with a final series of strums. They opened their eyes slowly and looked around curiously at the party, as though they had forgotten where they had been before the song began. Astarion thought they had an almost ethereal look in their eyes. Everyone had grown quiet, the meaningful pause leading them toward more introspective thoughts.

Of course, that was before Tav doubled over and hurled the contents of their stomach on the ground. In a blink, that otherworldly moment was gone, and the party members groaned at the mess of ick now puddling in the center of their circle.

Tav wobbled on their feet, very nearly careening to the ground.

Strong arms caught them about the waist before they collapsed.

“Now, now darling, the fun is truly over, it seems. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” Astarion coaxed, leading Tav toward the tavern.

“You alright taking care of them, then?” Karlach called after him and Tav.

“Yes, yes, I can keep the pup from choking on their vomit,” Astarion promised.

“And make sure they drink plenty of water!” Shadowheart added.

“Astarion?” Tav mumbled, seeming to finally come to, blinking up at the pale elf’s face.

“Yes, darling, I’ve got you,” he murmured, an arm wrapped solidly around Tav’s waist.

“Oh good. Did you get a beat grig bear? Oops,” Tav chuckled, grinning. “I meant a great… big… bear. Shadowheart *hiccup* said you would.”

Astarion didn’t have a bloody clue as to what Tav was talking about, but he nodded along, charmed by their innocent look of excitement.

“We should drink to celebrate!” they said suddenly.

Astarion well and truly laughed. “No, my dear, I think we’ve both done enough drinking for the night,” he responded.

Tav sighed. “I suppose you could be right,” they grumbled.

The two fell into a companionable silence. Astarion carefully walked Tav up the steps of the tavern and guided them toward an old boarding room near the back. There was a bed there, mostly left untouched by grime and pests. In any case, it was a more favorable alternative to sleeping on the ground.

Gently, Astarion pushed Tav to sit down on the edge of the bed. Crouching to his knees, he began pulling their boots off their feet. Tav watched in a daze before lifting a hand to cup Astarion’s cheek.

Concentrating on the laces of Tav’s boots, he hadn’t been expecting their touch. He jumped slightly in surprise. Casual touches were not something he was used to.

At his response, Tav removed their hand from his skin but kept it floating there in the air, as if unsure what to do.

“Sorry,” they murmured. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Astarion held their gaze, pondering them thoughtfully. After a moment, he took Tav’s hand and returned it to his cheek.

“It’s all right,” he said quietly. “I’m beginning not to mind those touches from you.”

Tav gave him a sleepy smile. “Thank you, Astarion,” they whispered and began to slump over onto the bed.

“No no, not yet you don’t,” Astarion said hastily, rising to his feet and walking over to fetch a carafe of water from his pack.

“Here. Drink all of this,” he said, extending the bottle to Tav.

“I don’t want water,” they said, frowning.

“Trust me, darling, you’ll thank me for it in the morning,” Astarion chuckled.

Tav gave a sullen huff. “Fine, but only because you asked.”

They downed the carafe in a couple of drinks before collapsing back onto the bed.

Satisfied that Tav wouldn’t perish from alcohol poisoning - at least not tonight - Astarion made to leave the room. A quiet voice gave him pause just as he was about to cross the threshold.

“Could you stay with me, please?” Tav whispered, watching Astarion through half-closed eyes.

Astarion balked inwardly. Staying in the same bed with Tav would mean something. To Tav. To him. Was he prepared for that? What would Tav expect from him then, in the days that followed? Was this a step toward some kind of commitment? Did he want that?

As the seconds ticked by, he watched Tav’s eyelids close completely. They may not have even been aware that they had uttered that request aloud. They certainly weren’t aware of the effect it had on Astarion. He could just as easily pretend not to have heard them and walk out the door, leaving things as they were between them now: a curious potential.

But watching Tav’s chest slowly rise and fall with peaceful breaths, Astarion felt that craving again. The desire to be in the warm sun. To be touched by the sun’s rays.

Fears be damned, he thought. At least for tonight. He could have this moment, he reasoned. He could have this one night.

And, climbing into bed next to Tav, a part of him thrilled at the way their body turned and curled into his. The complete and total trust they had in him, that he wouldn’t harm them. That he - Astarion - was a safe harbor in which they could rest.

The realization was too much to take in. So foreign. His mind couldn’t make sense of it.

But, as he lay there in the quiet, his hand gently brushing Tav’s locks back from their forehead, listening to their even breaths, Astarion knew one thing. Whatever this new feeling was that Tav was drawing out of him? He wanted more than just a few stolen moments of it.

#bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #baldur’s gate astarion #astarion #dancingbirdiewrites

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clonefandomevents · 1 month

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Trans Clone Week 2024 Prompts!

Prompts are here! We have three prompts, a quote prompt, an image prompt and a battalion prompt for the first 6 days! Choose one, choose them all! Day 7 is a free day, anything you like or a prompt you couldn't decide between for an earlier day.

Day 1- July 14th:

Kamino Guard-

-Cadets

-Gender Affirming Technology

-Snuggling

-"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." Vincent Van Goh

('Becoming' banner by Jasper Alexander- https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/744761034799202304?source=share)

Day 2- July 15th:

212th-

-Trans Commander

-Gender Affirming Dirty Talk

-Intimacy

-"Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be." Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

(A State of Mind by Robert W. Chambers- https://images.app.goo.gl/7BF1f723M5GKoGJDA)

Day 3- July 16th:

501st-

-Clone Gender Expression vs Other's Expectations

-Vod'e Cultural Gender Markers

-Tattoos

-"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." - Shakespeare

(Barbie and Ken- https://images.app.goo.gl/4LEZ424od96RffeY7)

Day 4- July 17th:

104th-

-During Wartime

-Trans4Trans

-Hair Braiding

-"Invigorated by the possibility of reinventing my own body. The meaning was mine, as long as I was with those who had the vision and vocabulary to understand my creation." -Nick Krieger

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722124686135361536?source=share)

Day 5-July 18th:

Coruscant Guard-

-A Senator/Natborn Finds Out

-Internalized Transphobia

-Nightclubs(79's)

-"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." -Chuck Palahniuk

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/742328449316880384?source=share)

Day 6- July 19th:

Original Units-

-After the War

-Gender Euphoria

-Community

-“Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.” -Margaret Mead

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722349367302012929?source=share)

Day 7-July 20th:

Free Day!! Create any and everything for your favorite clones!

#trans clone week #trans clone week 2024 #prompts #clone events #clone wars #star wars #trans clone troopers #fandom week #star wars events

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vaspider · 7 months

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Hey! Long time follower first time asker- is there a tag for your canning content?! I love it and I dream of one day having the space to do it. Currently I am happily making an absurd amount of mead.

Also if you have any tips on storing chicken stock I will be in your debt to hear them.

Have a good day!

No, but I should come up with a tag for it, since APPARENTLY I have a new special interest, which everyone else in my house figured out before I did.

Okay, I have one now, and it's on this post.

As far as chicken stock is concerned, unless you're going to invest in a pressure canner*, the only way you can safely store it is in the freezer. When I've done this in the past with stock I've made, I've cooked the broth down until its really really concentrated, then allowed the broth to cool until I can put it in the fridge without melting any plastic. Then I filled an ice cube tray with the chilled, concentrated broth, and put the cubes in a (labeled!! You will forget what's in the bag and when you made it!!) Ziploc bag and put it in the freezer.

Because you cooked it down to a concentrate, it'll take up less space in your freezer, and you can just chuck one of those hyper-concentrated cubes in a pot of boiling water to make stock!

* anything containing meat and low-acid foods must be canned using a pressure canner. Failure to use the right tools for the job can lead to botulism and that shit can be fatal. Always follow canning recipes precisely.

#my peasant roots let me show you them

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dalishthunder · 10 months

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Throw a Dart at the Map (p4)

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (gender neutral reader) Rating: Explicit Words: 1938 Additional Info: Pure, unadulterated smut for all you horny people out there, breath play, Nebarra is a lil shit (affectionate)

Nebarra pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, drinking in the desire, the longing there. And you smiled up at him, hands cupping his cheeks before pulling him in for another kiss. He slid his tongue along your lower lip, and you let him in.

Your tongue curled against his as he pressed deeper, exploring your mouth. And while normally he found the taste of mead to be unpleasant... in your mouth it was as intoxicating as the finest wines. Your hand slid down to tangle with his, fingers lacing together. Nebarra pushed them above your head, pulling back just enough to breathe out, "Tell me how you want me."

"Just want you." You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "However you wish to have me."

He kissed your cheek before leading a trail to your ear, "Well, in that case, I can think of several ways."

The way you flushed under his touch made something stir in his heart that he was sure had been dormant…. But he supposed that a lot of what you did awakened things in him that he’d tamped down and stomped out.

He ground against you, reveling in your shiver, pressing a kiss to your jaw and catching your wrists in one hand while the other played with the hem of your shirt. You wrapped a leg around his waist and whatever hesitation he had left fled.

How long had he wanted this? To have you? To hold you? To claim you as his own?

And you… you wanted him.

For how long? How long had he been denying you both?

Oh, Old Soldier how… blind was he?

He kissed down your neck, nipping and sucking, and committing to memory the way your body arched against his. Your skin was warm in his hand as he slid his palm under your shirt and up your abdomen, cupping your chest before giving a firm squeeze. You bucked your hips up against him and he could already feel himself growing hard; Pants quickly becoming too tight.

Nebarra pinched a nipple, biting down hard at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder and you cried out his name, writhing under him. He soothed it with his tongue, knowing full well how beautiful the bruise would look on your skin tomorrow, before licking a stripe back up to your ear.

"Any way I'd like to have you?" He purred, grinding down so you could feel him through the fabric, relishing in the throaty moan you gave him. "I hope you understand what you're in for, Dragonborn."

You just threw your other leg over his hip, bucking up against him again, turning your head to kiss his cheek. You nipped at his earlobe, and he let out a soft chuckle. "The only thing I don't understand is what you're waiting for."

"Patience."

He sat up a bit, grinning down at you, admiring his handiwork so far. The hunger in your eyes was unmistakable, and it was all he could do not to tear off your clothes and pound you into the bedframe right then and there. But he had intended to show you what your fake honeymoon had been like and he had plans.

Patience.

He used his free hand to push up your shirt, exposing you to the cold night air before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your nipple. Your legs tightened around him, and you arched your back. His teeth scraped against your skin as he nipped down the side, hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

He fumbled with your belt buckle for a moment before the clasp came undone, and you loosened your legs a bit to give him enough room to slip his hand into your pants, teasing you over your underwear. Finally Nebarra released your wrists, and you immediately chucked off your shirt, attempting to relieve him of his own not long after.

What sort of husband would he be if he couldn't oblige such a simple request?

He pulled it over his head, and you ran your hands along his chest, down his abdomen and back up. Your lips found his neck, sucking his skin before biting down. Hard.

"Naughty thing, I should be putting you in your place." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, catching the bottom one between his teeth. You shivered under him, and he dragged his tongue over. "But I suppose I do have a bit of a soft spot for you so maybe I can overlook it this time."

"Well I can think of a hard spot you have for me too." You grinned as though you had just said the cleverest thing in the world, and his hand wrapped gently around your throat.

"It seems I spoke too soon." He gave a tentative squeeze, just enough to make it a little harder to breathe, testing the waters.

Your surprise melted into a heated gaze and you licked your lips.

"Now what am I to do with you, my darling spouse?" He trailed his blunt nails down your side, "I can really only think of one way to jog your memory, but that would require giving you exactly what you want, and we can't have that, now can we?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but his hand tightened, cutting off your air for a moment before relaxing his grip.

"I'm sorry, Dear, I didn't quite catch that."

You just reached up and tweaked his nipples.

Nebarra resisted the urge to kiss you again, instead sliding his free hand into your pants again to tease you over your underwear. You ground against his palm, eyes fluttering closed as your head fell back.

"C'mon, Cor." You moaned, "I need you."

He tightened his grip around your throat again, and you writhed against him all the harder, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back and surely leaving red stripes. He relaxed his grip again and you panted.

"What's the magic word?" His voice was lilting, fingers teasing.

"Please, Cor. Never wanted anyone so much."

"Not even your akaviri lapdog?"

You shook your head.

"Not your lovely little lizard."

You shook your head again.

"Not even that wizard in Markarth?"

"Only you."

He pressed a kiss to your lips, letting you go to pull off your pants.

"How could I truly want anyone but my husband?" You whispered with a grin, helping him by kicking off your underwear.

Something settled in his gut that he couldn't quite put a name to, both familiar and not. Like seeing a childhood friend all grown up... or visiting a hometown after being away for thirty years. He swallowed, pushing you into the mattress and kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, eyes full of fondness and an emotion he... couldn't place... didn't want to place... when he pulled away.

Your fingers laced through his hair, giving it a tug, and he let out a low moan.

His hand slid up your leg, along the inside of your thigh, touching and teasing you without any barriers, working you into a writhing mess. He pulled back after a moment, reaching over his bed and fishing around in his pack, finally pulling out a health potion and pouring a little bit of the viscous liquid onto his fingers, and working a digit into your entrance. He gave a few shallow pumps, drinking in the way your back arched for him.

"Cor, please."

A second finger slid in next to the first keeping a slow, languid pace. "Please, what?"

"Harder."

"Are you sure, Dragonborn?" He nipped at your ear, feeling your emphatic nod. Nebarra upped the pace, scissoring his fingers as you panted and moaned and pulled his hair. He could hear the buildup, the way your body twitched around him, and as you keened a soft "There!" he pulled out and made sure to avoid touching you where you needed it the most.

You huffed in frustration, shooting him an annoyed look. "Gods, why did you stop?"

"I thought it would be obvious, Dear." He gripped your chin, locking eyes with yours. "I want you to come undone on my cock."

You swallowed, eyes wide as you gave a very small, quick nod. Nebarra pulled his pants down, the way your eyes followed his cock as it bobbed free from its confines was impossible to miss. He grabbed the healing potion again, pouring it over your entrance and his shaft before lining his tip up with you.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

Gods he really was getting sentimental wasn't he....

He gave a shallow thrust, only enough for his head to slip in and you gasped, wrapping your legs around him and urging him deeper. He steadied your hips with his hands though, focusing on the feeling of your tight hole around him.

"Patience," He breathed, though he wasn't quite sure if it was for you or him at this point.

"Please, please, pleasepleaseple-"

Nebarra snapped his hips, sheathing himself in one go, your babbling erupting into a high keen. The way you twitched around him, warm and slick... he only managed to hold a slow pace for a moment or so, steadily working his up until he was panting as hard as you were. He did his best to remember where you'd been most sensitive, his suspicions being confirmed as you cried out his name, fingers curling roughly in his hair.

He let out a pleasured hiss, "This hard enough for you?"

You nodded, kissing every square inch of skin you could find, and he nuzzled into your neck, leaving another vicious bite on the other side. He pulled back just enough to slide your legs up, ankles over his shoulders as he folded you in half, pounding you deeper with the new angle, doing his best to hit your sweet spot over and over. You clenched around him like a vice and his hips stuttered for a moment before hitting his stride again.

If your babbling was anything to go off of you were close, another few thrusts sending you over the edge as you spasmed around him, calling his name out into the night for everyone to hear.... If anyone had been around.

But he didn't let up even as you started to come down from the high, chasing his own. He was close too....

Your fingernails bit into his back, clearly on the verge of overstimulation.... But he was so, so close.

And then it hit, and he pulled out, stroking himself a few times as he spilled himself in ropes on your stomach.

You looked up at him, slack-jawed, panting, thoroughly debauched; The bite marks beginning to bloom into beautiful bruises; Your eyes filled with something soft as you reached up a hand, fingers gently tracing along his cheek, his jaw, his ear before tucking some hair out of his face. And you leaned up to kiss him, soft and long. He returned it without hesitation.

You pulled him close, and he slumped against you, ignoring the stickiness of his own seed on his belly. "That jog your memory?"

You snickered. "I think so.... But I'm sure my memory will need more jogging in a bit."

He nipped at your skin, "Give me a minute and I can remind you as many times as you need."

Your laugh echoed throughout the cabin and he held you close, savoring the moment.

Throw a dart at the map indeed... because wherever you chose to go, he would be right there by your side.

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #x reader #elder scrolls #TES #nsft #very nsft #odt #thunderous applesauce #feeling thorny #throw a dart at the map

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tfc2211 · 3 months

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Whiskey And Rock & Roll - Black Frogs Rockabilly Band Rockabilly Rhythm - Tom Stormy Trio feat. Rhythm Sophie Hillbilly Rock'n'Roll - Voodoo Swing Everybody Needs To Rock - Phil Haley And The Comments Train Kept A Rollin' - Imelda May Come Rock With Me - Ray Gelato Purr Kitty - The Firebirds Diana - The Silverballs Dirty Baby - Danny Rockabilly & His Clan Doin' Time For Bein' Young - The Prison Band Be Bop a Lula - Chuck Mead & His Grassy Knoll Boys Jumpin' Record - The Wise Guyz Dismissed Man - Boppin' B No Heart To Spare - The Go Getters Stranger Girl - The Slapbacks Move On - Jack Baymoore And The Bandits Country Roads - CandyMen Duo Boppin' Mary Lou - Marc & The Wild Ones You Ain't Nothin' But Fine - The Jets Gonna Rock And Roll - Cave Catt Sammy Rockabilly Boogie - The Obscuritones Drinking Gasoline - The Baboons The Wanderer - The Lennerockers Don't Bug Me Baby - The Swamp Shakers Roll Roll Roll - The Rock'n'Roll Kamikazes Mary Lou - Darrel Higham American Music - The Woodchoppers Folsom Prison Blues - Chili & The Barracudas Stray Cat Strut - Stray Cats

#Rockabilly #rock n roll #Music Compilation

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clatterbane · 14 days

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I don't know why this video didn't seem to pick up the sound, but the glugging is pretty loud in there.

And, what actually prompted me to finally get that kit wine racked over tonight: another installment of Homebrewing With Mr. C!

I really don't know how this will fit in the closet with the rest of his mead still in there, plus now my smaller-scale experiments over to one side. But, he was inspired to get another batch going this afternoon. This time a melomel involving several bags of frozen strawberries, some dark brown demerara sugar, and a vanilla bean.

(While I just barely resisted intrusive hobbyist geeking at him in ways he probably wouldn't appreciate, not to mention sneaking and adding more yeast nutrients myself. I really wouldn't like it if he did that, so nah. Dude is happy enough chucking rough proportions of ingredients into a bucket, and it's really his business. Turns out pretty good too.)

I have mostly just been leaving mead to him, as His Thing. But now he's hitting the budget fruit!

It's already bubbling away like mad in there behind the couch. And I am looking forward to seeing how it turns out. The combo really didn't sound bad.

I really was not kidding about the storage situation for at least 15L more mead, BTW. And my side of that space is not very full right now. 😅

We are also both cheap with the bottling, yes.

#video #homebrewing #mead #melomel #my partner #alcohol

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allthatisleftinthedark · 5 months

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❝ you do turn a pretty shade of pink when you blush. ❞ (Makoto @ Mai)

asoiaf: feast for crows starters | accepting

Amid gaiety and rejoicing, Maisie holds her tankard of raspberry-red wineberry mead, its untouched and neglected content sparkling like rubies in the sunlight. Her brows furrow as she scrutinizes the drink, tilting the mug uneasily and watching the mead trace the rim.

A small-scale gathering in northern Argyll was an invitation never to decline. Each event is an opportunity to strengthen and foster relationships and maintain appearances. At this time, it's the seasonal Hides and Gains gathering held in Stoneyard.

Stoneyard is one of Dewburrow's many neighbors, specifically eastward. It is an orcish settlement that existed for 300 years, which is relatively young considering the area's history. Conflicts have been seen between the northern orcs and vanara from the southern archipelago of Argyll, vying for dominance. After the last battle, the orcs secured their territory, and sightings of simian faces have become rare.

Nowadays, there is plenty to celebrate without territory threats. In this instance, the Hides and Gains gathering was a bazaar held biannually. Initially, it was a meeting of orc tribes in northern Argyll as a grand contest to compare their proudest and more ruthless kills in hunting. It served more as an over-glorified weekend competition but allowed the young orcs to meet others not too close to home and create informal groups for seasonal hunting. As a result, Argyllian orcs have a tradition of sending their young to other tribes to spend the season trapping and gathering in hopes of bringing the best spoils home.

The tradition became more public in the age of economics, and the advancement of boats came. The Stoneyard settlement, specifically, was more than content sending dead pheasants as invitations to their neighbors. Though its original roots are hailed and respected, it has become more 'marketable,' a common complaint made by the traditionalists in the tribes. Communing and catching up aside, attendees can secure great deals on rare resources, like furs, not readily available in the region.

Maisie, who is rarely home, endeavors to engage in local affairs when she can. This year, she is back in Dewburrow just in time to participate. However, it was her first time venturing to Stoneyard with companions beyond her village and family. Given how little their schedules coincide and how limited his threshold is with mortals, it would only be a day.

While her companion explores the market and inspects the wares, hilariously dwarfed by the orc majority in the market stalls, Maisie reconnects with familiar and acquainted faces. At one instance, there was an axe-throwing contest, and then there was a log-chucking contest and plenty more sports events the gnome couldn't decline. Friendly conversation continued, some even better known asking about her mother. Though eyes occasionally drifted towards her left arm's scars, playfully inquiring about the creature who didn't survive her.

All this time apart from another was anticipated; Maisie would not press expectations on him or anyone else. She only shared an open hand for an opportunity. A moment of reprieve, she was allowed.

The same untasted stein in one hand while the other is free, but her thoughts drift. Maisie's cheeks flush faintly without alcohol. Leaning against a too-tall wooden fence, she catches her breath. Associates' motives and covert schemes dissipate from her concerns, replaced by the dread of alcohol's stench and slight swelling in her feet.

It was nearing mid-afternoon, and the two of them had not met up again. At least, Maisie was unsure of his location as he seemed to slip away. A low groan leaves as she rubs her palm against the side of her forehead.

When would she have such an opportunity again to share what home is like with anyone else? It isn't like she has friends, to begin with—a truth that once troubled her but had now become a quiet reality. She handled it with discretion, playing along and holding her tongue.

Nevertheless, that hidden, tender side of her heart stings at every reminder.

Adjusting from one foot to another, the gnome looks over the horizon line and watches the festivities. The forecast for today is still sunny without a cloud in the sky; no sudden changes of snowfall or blizzard are to be found. In her headcount, there are no signs of any horns of the draconic kind; a tiefling here and there had their horns, but many paled to the crown on that man's head.

A rustle of branches catches her attention, and as she turns her head, she notices him in the corner of her eye. The frostbite of Rivera, the prince of the court of Winter, Makoto Igarashi, is leaning slightly over and standing close behind her, almost like an adopted shadow. A comparison like that may peeve Silas, who tends to be quite protective of her and literally occupies her shadow, too.

The sight of Makoto startles her, causing the mead to ripple in her trembling hand. But Maisie composed her demeanor and greeted him, " Koto, are you enjoying yourself at the festival?"

Glacial-blue irises flit from the busybodies of the market and return to her. His fixation is evident enough. Makoto's interests rarely lay outside those he considers close, so few can be named off one hand. The draconian man crosses his arms, resting them above the fence posts, a subtle sway in his tail.

Something occupies his eyes, and it's clearly on her, Maisie assumes. For a moment, she brushes her hand against her face, trying to find the source of his curiosity.

He leaves no room for wondering as he hooks a brow, complimenting the blush over her cheeks.

"I'm all flushed from the dancing and competing," a happy sigh leaves Maisie. "Thank the gods pink looks good with my complexion, or else my father's genes have cursed me," she can't help but laugh as she gestures to her carnation pink highlights.

"The purple, pink, and yellow combination is a challenge when I need to coordinate an outfit for it. My siblings have it easier since they usually have one color from ma' and the other from pa'," her finger brushed the bottom of her short hair. She squints, unable to twirl a lock around her finger completely. "Unlike you, many of those dark colors wouldn't be a part of my regular attire if I wasn't always on the clock already. Meanwhile, you wear that extensive range since you have black hair and bright blue eyes. It looks well on you and ridiculous on me."

"But, hey, it's professional." She shrugs. "Can't go being dressed in all purple and expect someone to take me seriously."

Maisie blinks, glancing at Makoto. "I went quite a tangent there," she can feel slightly warm in the face but holds eye contact. "Sorry for that."

"Hey," she raises the mug and pushes it against his hand. "Take this. You can appreciate this more than I can."

As the gnome adjusts her back to the fence, she nods towards the marketplace. "Say, you want to see if they have anything you'd want to bring back for your parents?"

#⋆ * correspondences acknowledged and responded ; maisie doscedar‚ asks * ⋆#⋆ * exchanges with the emissary ; maisie doscedar‚ ic * ⋆#offrozenmemoirs #[ ooc: tyvm for sending luca ;A; !! ]

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Most of my love for GW2 lies firmly in the "It's Complicated" quadrant, but I do really enjoy the canon queer and especially f/f content. It is by no means perfect—the PC's choices are often very binary, for instance—but there is a lot that I really enjoy.

There are generally admirable queer couples who make it out alive, including the game's rightly beloved signature pair, Marjory Delaqua and Kasmeer Meade.

But some of the queer characters are absolute disaster areas and I love them for it.

And you can track down the spouse and son of a random guy who got murdered and the grieving spouse turns out to be his husband.

You meet a woman who decided Life Is Too Short For This Shit after the destruction of her city and is now living her best trans life.

There's a beloved novelist who is a sort of in-universe Chuck Tingle and mostly seems to write interspecies gay porn about thinly disguised expies of other characters. This could be a joke, and is (he's a Charr for maximum comedy), but he does get a whole story line and he's very earnest about being on a Mission of Love.

There are also some characters who will flirt with you regardless of what gender you choose, but others whose responses shift if you're not their preferred gender, sometimes even in the same scene. (For instance, Baroness Yolanda will only flirt with human male PCs, but Baroness Jasmina will with any human PC.)

Even though the PC can't romance anyone or make these kinds of choices, it does make for a kind of pleasant background noise.

#t: greetings friend #gay shit: guild wars edition

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magnetocerebro · 2 years

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A Little Asgardian Mead

(For @canuckleheadcowgirl for the writing prompts, #78: Words They Didn’t Mean, specifically for Noh-Varr)

Noh-Varr didn’t get drunk—easily.

A few things could do it, but the easiest way to do it was to talk to Loki and get some magical mayhem started. And after an all-out fight against Kang the Conqueror, everyone had wanted to unwind. So… no one was about to turn down Asgardian mead.

It only took a couple hours before Noh realized that he was well and truly drunk. And an hour after that before some Shi’ar showed up to invite themselves to the party. And about five seconds after that before Noh had challenged most of them to a fight.

Honestly, after that, Noh didn’t remember much of what had happened, though when he woke up the next morning and realized where he was, he woke up much faster, already sure that he had crossed boundaries that ought not to be crossed.

Kate Bishop’s room hadn’t changed much from the last time they had seen each other, even though he had been in space for a long while. She still had the energy bow he had given her as a gift, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw it. She was sentimental, and he had loved that about her.

Her sheets smelled the same as they always did, and she had sticky notes on the mirror above her dresser related to the teams she was on as well as important dates for her friends, including an anniversary party she wanted to throw for Billy and Teddy. She was always trying to take care of her friends; he had loved that about her too.

And there, at the end of the bed, was Kate, her arms crossed as she glared at him.

He started to sit up and then let out an unearthly hiss when he realized he couldn’t do that. And then, she chucked a bag of beef jerky at him so that it landed in the center of his chest and then fell into his lap.

“They kicked your butt,” she told him dully.

“Tell me I at least got in some good hits.”

“Oh, obviously. But then you ran into a wall at full speed and gave them a tactical advantage, you nincompoop.” Kate rolled her eyes but kept her arms crossed. “Just couldn’t resist, huh?”

“Well, Shi’ar…” He trailed off and let the thought come to its natural end. He had a headache, and he definitely needed to eat before he could heal from his injuries. Which, he realized, was the point of the beef jerky. And she’d even given him protein.

Kate watched him for a long time before she asked, “What all do you remember, exactly?”

“Ah…” He looked down at his legs tangled in her sheets and had a sinking feeling. She’d made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him, and this was crossing a line neither of them could come back from. The only excuse he had to give was: “I honestly don’t remember what happened after I laid down my challenge.”

“Figures.” Kate huffed out a sigh and got to her feet, throwing a tee shirt at him. “Yours is unsalvageable. Don’t challenge people who had swords when you’re that drunk, Noh.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“You’re just lucky I still know how to take care of your sorry butt.”

Noh watched her and the defensive way she kept holding herself. “Kate, whatever I’ve done—”

Kate cut him off with a curt wave of her hand. “It’s fine. It was stupid. I’ll get you some more food so you can heal.”

“If you’d just tell me—”

“I think it’s best if we just leave things like they are,” Kate said sharply. “Wouldn’t want you to make another mistake.”

Noh blinked at her, and she turned bright red and looked away.

“Just tell me, please,” Noh said in the too-long silence that followed.

Kate huffed and sat down on the end of the bed. “Just stupid drunk you saying I was the biggest mistake of your life. Way to make a girl feel appreciated after I saved your sorry butt.”

Noh shook his head in pure disbelief before, wincing, he sat up and practically crawled over to where she was so he could look her in the eyes. “I did make the biggest mistake of my life with you—by ending it. I’m sure when I was drunk, I didn’t make that clear.”

Kate kept looking away, though she had lost a lot of the tension in her shoulders as well. “No, just a lot of talking about mistakes and me.”

“And I’m usually so eloquent,” Noh teased lightly.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Kate sighed and got to her feet, though she did finally look back at him. “At least you realize you let the best thing that ever happened to you slip through your fingers.”

“I seem to remember you saying that, yes.” Noh rearranged himself so they were sitting side-by-side. “Thank you for taking care of me while I was out of my mind.”

“Yeah, well.” Kate shrugged. “You’d have done the same for me.”

“Yes, I would have,” he agreed.

She gave him a tight, quiet smile and then leaned over to kiss his cheek. Or, at least, that was her intention, but he had turned to tell her he was sorry for the misunderstanding at the exact wrong (or right) time. She kissed him full on the lips instead, and they both stared at each other for a long time.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” she said, smirking wider as, with one hand, she pushed him off balance and this time kissed him on purpose.

#kate/noh

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imxthexhandler · 1 year

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🥃🥃🥃

For every 🥃 my muse gets– they have to take a shot and share a personal fact about themselves that not many know about! ----------------------------

( @mcltitcdes)

“Okay, okay, so... It wasn’t Hulk that broke the big screen TV in the living room at the Tower... That was me. Yup. Me. I chucked my phone at it because J. Jonah Jameson pissed me off with his news report. Sorry, Brucie!”

“And okay, okay, sometimes...when I’m in a time crunch, or I’m at the office late...sometimes...I buy the cookies. I don’t always make them. I’m sorry! Sometimes, I just get really tired, you guys!”

“Sometimes, when I’m deciding on which ‘fire’ to put out first, I’ll use a d20 dice roller from DnD Beyond to help me decide what gets taken care of first... What? That is a totally valid decision making technique!”

...Okay, who let the handler have Asgardian mead again??

#mcltitcdes #The Team #(basically...all your Avenger muses lol)#tw drinking #tw alcohol #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

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could you imagine one day while adrien is at work, luka and marinette decide to have zero— no, no, negative a million— impulse control and cut luka’s hair short? like, like shorter than adrien’s? not a buzz cut. he’s got hair. but the tips of his ears are showing, and the back of his neck is showing, and oh god adrien is going to never let marinette touch a scissor ever again.

he looks weird. older. not that old is a bad thing but he doesn’t look like luka. he looks… strange. it’s mean to say, or at least mean to think it, but marinette has no idea how to explain it.

“it’s not my favorite, but it’s not the worst,” he shrugs with a smile, as marinette keeps staring at him with a scrunched up nose. “hey, come on. don’t look at me like that, it’s fun to change things up.”

“but your hair—”

“it’ll grow back.”

“but— but—” she sighs. “do you like it?”

“it’s alright.” but he smiles, in that luka way that is so luka, looking at her with so much humor that she feels like a comedian. “what about you? be honest. seriously. tell me what you think.”

“really honest?”

“really.”

“are you sure?”

“if you don’t like it all that much, you’ll be glad to know that it’ll grow back in tonight, if we’re lucky.” he’s become apathetic to his own nightmares. poor luka can’t catch a break. “might as well tell me now. i like knowing your opinion.”

he looks like a guy. a guy. he looks like someone who has a favorite coffee order and enjoys the chocolate marble cake at his local coffee shop. he looks like someone marinette would eye up at the grocery store but only with lukewarm interest, because even with the studs in his ears and musculature and height, he looks so…

“doughy,” she breaths out.

“huh?”

“you remind me of a guy.”

“well—”

“no, not like that. i mean, like, you remind me of a…” how the hell does she put this in words? what kinda synesthesia is she having right now, moving her fingers around to get the feeling out? “warm mead.”

he barks out a laugh. “are you trying to give me a compliment but not completely?”

“like a sandwich,” she continues, licking her teeth in frustration. “you look like. just. some guy.”

“sandwich. not working with me, honestly. NPC a closer term?”

eh. “you work at a coffee shop.”

“you’re terrible at giving compliments.”

“you look like you unironically would ask me something in japanese instead of french.”

“wait hold on, now that’s just offensive.” he pauses with a smile. “for me and for you.”

she follows him into the kitchen as he starts collecting all their dishes. “you remind me of those guys who say that they slept through getting their tattoos.”

“you’re kidding.”

“there’s something about you when you have your long hair that reminds me of a fairy. or an elf. but with short hair, you almost look like a human.”

“i think that’s the worst one yet,” luka chokes out in between his laughter.

adrien comes home and shrieks.

he bans scissors from the house, chucking them out the window or into the trash.

#speakizys #demon lovin #would he look cute? i’m sure #but also…. hmmmm #i like men with long hair #adrien is an exception bc his curly hair is so 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺#but luka without long hair is a crime

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chrissensat · 11 months

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The Hundred Dollar Quartet — Featuring: Chuck Mead & Jay McDowell (BR5-49) and Joey Simeone & Chris Sensat (The Bellfuries). Sam Phillips Recording, Memphis.

#Youtube

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ac1numa · 5 months

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literature muses.

daisy jones and the six.

billy dunne, lead singer of the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sam claflin, bisexual. camila alvarez/dunne, photographer, twenty-thirties/forties, camila morrone, bisexual. margaret/daisy jones, lead singer for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, riley keough, bisexual. eddie roundtree, guitarist/bassist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, josh whitehouse, bisexual. graham dunne, guitarist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, will harrison, bisexual. karen sirko, keyboardist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, suki waterhouse, bisexual. simone jackson, disco queen, twenty-thirties/forties, nabiyah be, lesbian. warren rojas, drummer and stoner for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sebastian chacon, bisexual.

malibu rising.

nina riva, nepo baby ( unfortunally ) eldest daughter of singer mick riva and mother june riva. love surfing and doesn’t like to be the center of attentions. loves her sliblings so much, she would do anything for them. twenty/thrity, victoria bronova, bisexual.

off campus / briar u.

allie hayes, drama queen of briar and college student, twenty, scarlet leithold, bisexual. brian crowes, hockey player of briar and college student, twenty, jacob elordi, bisexual. daisy abrahams, hockey player for the girl of briar and college student, twenty, benedetta porcaroli, bisexual. garrett graham, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins, twenty, froy gutierrez, bisexual. hannah wells, singer of briar and college student, twenty, diana silver, bisexual. ivana loveslange, influencer of briar and college student, twenty, sahar luna, straight, ship exclusive with. jake connelly, stars of the hockey team of harvard and the bruins, twenty, xavier serrano, bisexual. john logan, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins + garagist, twenty, drew starkey, bisexual. sabrina james, baby mama of jamie and law student at harvard and briar, twenty, cindy kimberly, bisexual. demi davis, twenty-one years old girl who loves to show confidence, nailea devora, bisexual. taylor marsh, twenty-one years old, loves educating children from hasting's elementary school, iskra lawrence, pansexual. conor edwards, surfer and hockey player from briar , twenty-two, neels visser, pansexual. summer heyward-di laurentis, sunshine who's living her best life at briar, twenty-one, kaley mcpherson .

twilight.

alice cullen, vampire who’s a little bit lunatic at times and psychic, nineteen in apparence but 186+, ashley moore, bisexual. rosalie hale, beauty queen who’s a little bit cold but is a cinamon, twenty in apparence but 73+, samantha logan, bisexual.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.

evelyn hugo, porto-rican godess who hated everything about herself so she build an image of perfections, actress, twenty/thirty/forty, ana de armas, lesbian ( closeted at the begining )

the secret circle.

diana meade, witchy woo and student, twenty, lea seydoux, bisexual.

the vampire diaries.

damon salvatore, brooding brother who’s obessessed with a evil vampire, +500 years, louis garell, bisexual.

after.

theresa lynn young, student and writer, eighteen years old girl who tries not to attact attentions but doesn't suceed, bisexual, olivia dejonge.

offside.

chase carter, twenty-two years, likes to pushes men against ice rinks when they says outrageous and bad things about women, straights, elmo o'dwyer. bailey james, twenty-one who got dumped on her birthday and hates her own college, so, likes to hang with the enemy, straight, marissa grace long.

the maze runner.

thomas, subject a2, the leader, greenie, chuck's older brother, runner from the glade, group a, impulsive at times, will do anything for his friends and people in general. seventeen-nineteen. bisexual. dylan o'brien. minho, subject a7, keeper of the runners, is thomas's and newt's sidekick, will do anything for his friends, people in general. bisexual, seventeen-nineteen, ki hong lee.

twisted games.

rhys larsen, thirty-one years, former military now a bodyguard, stoic broody and arrogant, is pretty good at his joband tries not to let it get too personal, straight, hakan adalı.

pjo.

piper mclean, piper is a demigod, meaning she is the offspring of a mortal and a god. her parentage is revealed later in the series: she is the daughter of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. piper's father is Tristan McLean, a famous actor. seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, madison bailey. jason grace, jason is a demigod, born to the Roman god Jupiter ( the equivalent of the Greek god Zeus ) and a mortal woman named Beryl Grace. he was raised at Camp Jupiter, the Roman counterpart to Camp Half-Blood, where Greek demigods are trained. like his Greek counterpart Percy Jackson, Jason plays a crucial role in the events that unfold in the series., seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, rudy pankow.

#lit muses.

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ac1numarch · 6 months

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literature muses.

daisy jones and the six.

malibu rising.

off campus / briar u.

twilight.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.

evelyn hugo, porto-rican godess who hated everything about herself so she build an image of perfections, actress, twenty/thirty/forty, ana de armas, lesbian ( closeted at the begining )

the secret circle.

diana meade, witchy woo and student, twenty, lea seydoux, bisexual.

the vampire diaries.

damon salvatore, brooding brother who’s obessessed with a evil vampire, +500 years, louis garell, bisexual.

after.

theresa lynn young, student and writer, eighteen years old girl who tries not to attact attentions but doesn't suceed, bisexual, olivia dejonge.

offside.

the maze runner.

twisted games.

rhys larsen, thirty-one years, former military now a bodyguard, stoic broody and arrogant, is pretty good at his joband tries not to let it get too personal, straight, hakan adalı.

#lits muses.

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