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folkookie97 · 9 months

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❝ illicit affairs ❞ — kth

— SUMMARY: ❝ You are the model for Taehyung's paintings. You are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. You are the love of his life. You are a prostitute and a concubine. You are an illicit affair. You are a secret. ❞

— PAIRING: viscount!taehyung x concubine!reader

— TYPE: angst | historical!au, 1800s!au, secret relationship

— WORD COUNT: 629

— WARNINGS: infidelity, nude modeling, mention of nakedness, open ending, mention of prostitution, Taehyung is also a painter, based on Illicit Affairs (Taylor Swift)

— NOTES: i loved writing this story based on one of my favorite Taylor songs.

— RELEASE DATE: July 22, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Art has always been present in Taehyung's life. Even though he belonged to a noble family, his admiration for the artistic world was evident to everyone's eyes. There was no way to know Kim Taehyung and not share those thoughts as well.

Taehyung breathed art.

And not even the responsibilities as a viscount could stop his appreciation for it.

"Tae, can we do this later? I'm still so sleepy." The woman in front of him asked with her eyes still drowsy and shining due to the morning sunlight reflecting through the windows.

Taehyung gave her a slight smile as he observed her. Half of (Y/N)'s body was covered by the thin layer of silk sheets, leaving her upper body exposed to the breeze that entered the room.

Her hair was messy, a typical look that Taehyung loved to observe during the beginning of the day especially when her hair strands brushed against the woman's sensitive nipples.

She was so beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of life.

He loved painting her in his countless frames.

"Take your time, my love. Don't you want this frame to be perfect?" It was Taehyung's turn to ask a question. A slight charming smile adorned his thin lips as he dipped the brush into the palette for a moment.

"Just for you to keep it hidden in your drawer and away from your wife?"

A sarcastic and angry tone from (Y/N)'s voice hit Taehyung like a punch in his stomach and causing him to sigh as he noticed the lady's teary eyes.

Realizing that she wouldn't say anything else and would continue holding the sheet tightly, Taehyung took care to move the wooden easel and the frame with the unfinished painting away.

The viscount walked over to (Y/N) with gentle steps, placing his knees on the mattress before touching her face. His hands on the sides of her chin making the exchange of gazes almost required.

"You know I only love you my love."

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh before pulling her hands away from the nobleman.

"Then why are you still married to her? You'd be with me if you truly loved me."

Taehyung wished he could lie. To promise that he would try to fight against his father's rules and leave the woman he was forced to marry.

However those would be empty promises he couldn't keep.

(Y/N) knew it. She knew that a viscount could never acknowledge a marriage to a prostitute in society's eyes.

She would always be the concubine of the man she loved. Always the other woman. Always a secret.

"I can't disappoint my father."

"So you'd rather disappoint me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Both of them knew it.

"I'm so sorry."

Holding back tears the woman embraced her own naked body and laid back down. Her head ached with the screams trapped in her heart.

Why were things like this? Why did illicit affairs hurt so much?

"Baby..."

"Don't call me 'baby,' please," She pleaded, giving up on holding back her tears. "Just stay with me and hold me for a few more minutes."

Knowing that there were no better ways to soothe the heartbroken of the woman he loved, Taehyung nodded and settled beside (Y/N), intertwining his long arms and leaving caresses on her skin.

The viscount placed a gentle kiss on (Y/N)'s shoulder before uttering the words that felt like punches to her feelings.

"I really love you so much. I hope you know it my baby."

She sniffled as she felt more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"I know."

And that's what hurt her the most. She really knew it.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Hi first off, I hope you're having a wonderful day, and secondly stay hydrated! 🤍🤍

Okay for my request, I want a m!readerx Eddie.

m!reader is into art and you know those pinterest aesthetic b*tfhes lmao. M! Reader loves to just draw and paint, and Eddie sometimes gets irritated because his lovely boyfriend isn't giving him attention. You could do what ever you want with the ending. Again sorry if this is confusing lmao😭🤍. Also make Eddie the Dom of the relationship mreader the sub(only if your comfortable with it!)

Hi! Thanks for the request. It makes sense.

CW: Dom/sub dynamics. Smut adjacent. It doesn't go full smut, but it's alluded to.

Post Volume 2--canon divergent.

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson.

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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Eddie gets it--when the motivation and the muse align and there is a frenzy of energy. It's intoxicating when all your soul wants to do is create. He gets it and does his best to always encourage those artistic sprints. He's not neglectful. He still pauses you to eat, stay hydrated, use the bathroom in regular intervals, get up and stretch. Eddie is like that, to make sure you're still taken care of. If he's going to honest, he likes to take care of you. It's how this whole things work. Eddie thrives when he's giving care to you. It makes him feel needed and wanted and loved to see your eyes light up when he brings you a plate of your favorite food. He laughs when you grumble about needing a water break because coffee, and energy drinks definitely have water in them.

But you still drink the glass Eddie extends. "Good boy," he always coos, fingers cupping your jaw.

Eddie watches the way your throat works down the last sip of water and it's sinful the way he imagines kissing over your throat, grazing his teeth over your Adam's apple to make you shiver. But he also doesn't want to fully interrupt this current art stretch. So Eddie releases the sigh from deep in this throat and takes the empty glass. It clinks against his rings. "What are you working on today?"

It's the same question during every break. Eddie asks about what you're working on, what kind of progress have you made. You always excitedly recount to him whatever he hasn't been around for--how you finally got the outline done on the painting, how you finished the sketch on the next waiting canvas, how you've finalized your color palette.

But you notice something else. The way, Eddie stands next to you, arm slung over your shoulders and as you speak he kisses the top of your head in counts of three. One kiss, two kisse, three kisses, pause. He hums at your speech, then goes back for more kisses--one, then two, then three. Another pause.

"It looks amazing love," Eddie offers softly.

"You okay?" you ask, squeezing at Eddie's waist.

He nods, painting a smile that doesn't fully reach his eyes on his face. "Why wouldn't I be okay? Got everything I could want in my arms."

It's just enough like what Eddie would normally say that you buy into it. Eddie lingers on the threshold of the door. He wishes he'd asked if he could pull up a chair, just sit with you as to not distract you. But he doesn't. He spins on his heel, empty glass locked tight into his grip.

By the time lunch rolls around, Eddie's knocking softly on the the open door. You pause and see him lift up the plate of leftovers from the night before. "Hungry?" he asks.

You shrug, knowing that no matter what he's going to pause you so you can eat. You set the paints down and walk over. "If I'm not?" you tease.

Eddie only grins. "I know how to make you hungry." He punctuates his sentence by gripping your ass in one hand.

You can't help the laughter, but still peck Eddie on his cheek. "Thanks, handsome."

Then you're off again with the leftovers and Eddie's trying to swallow down the disappointment yet again. The ghost of your touch still lingers and god, he just needs to be held for a moment longer by your warm and strong embrace. He just doesn't have the words. And he keeps trying to show you. But of course, you wouldn't see it. Eddie's never had to be the one to be taken care of.

Frustration bubbles in his chest and Eddie knows it's at himself, but for the briefest of moments, he stares down the back of your head, down the line of your shoulders and back. The t-shirt you're wearing accentuating the sinewy muscle--soft it be, but still full of strength. He desperately wishes you'd turn around so you can see how much Eddie's white knuckling his sweatpants. You never do.

The evening settles and you're broken out of your trance when you hear the wailing of a guitar. You know it's Eddie and you follow the sound to the living room, having been previously working in the corner of the bedroom, next to the window. It's not a lot. No trailer currently within your budget would be. But it's all you two need.

Eddie's perched on the edge of the couch, guitar stretched over his lap. His face is pinched, hair tucked loosely behind him in a ponytail. It looks like it could slip any moment, but he makes his jaw stand out and you relish in the small swirl of desire in your stomach.

"Hey Eds?" you call out just as the last note settles.

"Yes?"

No nickname accompanies it like usual. It's feels a little clipped too as it falls from his lips. You frown at the sound of his voice. "I-I was going to ask what you wanted to do about dinner. But I-I think I want to focus more so on your tone. You okay?"

"My tone?" Eddie returns. It falls hot from his mouth and it makes him wince just a little.

You resist the urge to fire back, but fold your arms over your chest to protect your heart from the sting of his rebuttal. "You wincing tells me you hear it too. Did I do something?"

Eddie sees you shrinking back and he knows. It's all falling apart. He'd tried to hide his mood the rest of the day in music, in house chores, in notes for potential D+D campaigns. But nothing really took away the sting of you not noticing how much he needed you. But he shouldn't be taking it out on you.

Eddie places the guitar down, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'm being an idiot, I know. Call it the Munson special."

Your response, You're not an idiot, is primed on the tip of your tongue but he blinks up at you--big brown doe eyes downturned just a hair. You can practically swim in the guilt and fear in his eyes. The sight steals your breath and you're left mouth gaping open just a little.

"I'm sorry," Eddie states. "It's not an excuse. Just needed you today and I know how you get with your art. And I didn't want to interrupt. But I-I didn't have the words earlier and I kept trying to tell you but I couldn't get it out. And I'm sorry."

He hangs his head, knowing it sounds ridiculous but it doesn't stop the words, "I just wanted you to get it. And that's not fair, I know."

You sigh too. You thought something was up earlier when he lingered longer than usual. But you wanted to finish as much as you could today knowing tomorrow you had a double.

Your feet are quiet over the thin floors and perch onto the arm of the couch. You slip one hand down Eddie's back and he melts into your touch. "It really helps me when you tell me you need something with words. I can respond faster," you offer softly, trying to carefully measure each word.

"I know, I know. I haven't been sleeping great and I think it's catching up." Eddie's hand leans into your stomach. You cradle his head, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. "Missed you."

"I'm here now," you hum.

The longer Eddie stays pressed up against you the more the thoughts form earlier, watching you as you work, the t-shirt leaving your frame at some point in the day, come creeping back up in Eddie's hand. He just needs to give in and give into you more specifically. He wants the pretty noises you make in his ears. He wants you to curl around him. He wants to feel you squeeze him back in the cuddle to know he's being taken care of too.

Eddie's lips press kisses into your ribs and abdomen. He exhales, a grin lifting his cheeks at the small whimper you give above him. "This--see this is what I needed," his voice is low and barely a whisper. But he knows you'll hear it.

"I still want take out after," you demand, feeling Eddie stand from the couch. His hands fall onto your hips and you slowly blink open your eyes.

"Your wish is my command."

"Sir, I think that's my line right now," you tease, pulling him into you by the collar of his t-shirt. "You're the needy one right now."

It's evident by the tent in his pants and Eddie doesn't give a fuck if it's true. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"As you wish, sir," you tease, sealing your mouth around his.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #h writes #stranger things

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glamphantasm · 10 months

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Prompt 8

Mammon and Asmo have brought/dragged MC out to the Fall for a huge party! What’s MC doing? Are they having fun?

(8 & 7 are reversed in order, because I read the list wrong. Oops?)

Kai didn't know why he was surprised when the sleek maroon and silver limousine had pulled up outside the House of Lamentation.

"What, did you think we were going to walk?", was the amused reply. "Or that I'd let myself be nearly killed by letting Mammon drive?-"

"OI! Y'ain't one to talk y'know! You tried drivin' ONCE and decided it was too much."

The human couldn't hide his grin as they piled in to the back, listening to the two argue good-naturedly. It had been a relaxed few hours, exhausting in its own way as Asmodeus emptied out his seemingly endless closet to find Kai something suitable to be seen in.

"This IS the biggest event of the month you know~ You're just lucky we're the same height, but I really hate that everything's a little too big for you."

Kai ignored the comment. He couldn't see any reason to respond, instead reapplying a bit of gloss which had smudged off, gazing into the mirror at the peacock and gold paint that hugged his features. He had of course known Asmodeus was brilliant with a palette, but they'd truly outdone themself this time. The effect was somehow stark and baroque at once, vaguely unsettling.

As the car drew closer to downtown, Kai leaned his head against the window, looking out at the skyline with its mix of familiar and unknown buildings. The Devildom was still small in comparison to what he was used to, and it was always a shock to realize it anew. He gazed past his reflection in the window, as Mammon spoke, "What's this party tonight for again? Who's gonna be around?"

Asmodeus sighed, light from passing street lamps catching on exquisitely jeweled liner as he rolled his eyes. "I told you twice already, it's a release party that FabSnap put together - multiple labels! Everyone will be there~ That's why it's so important to be seen~" the demon was buzzing with energy as the car drew ever-closer to the club, a line of similar vehicles pulled to one side as they made the final turn, twin spotlights flanking the edges of the club's property, and a fairly impressive crowed gathered along each side of the walkway.

"Asmo... is that a fucking carpet? And paparazzi?!"

The human's outburst was met with a manic giggle and nod. Kai and Mammon's eyes met as they shared a look that spoke volumes. The two raised glasses in a silent toast, downing the contents in a synchronized swallow.

(you should have known - four, five hours getting ready? seemed excessive)

Their outfits were of course, coordinated.

Asmodeus looked as though he had stepped out of a renaissance painting by way of a fetish ball.

(The sort of look Galliano wishes he could have come up with for that one line)

A floor length vest was held closed at the throat with a soft black leather collar, frothy layers of iridescent pink fabric creating a gradient of tones that spilled like sea foam at sunrise over the ground, silvery brocade embroidered throughout, speckled with minuscule golden beads to catch the light with matching, barely there shorts beneath. Long, matte black leather boots and gloves with the scorpion's tail wrapped from right shoulder to hand, stinger curving around their index finger to form one of the most dangerous rings in the three realms.

The demon flowed down the carpet with a dangerous androgynous grace, flanked by silent sentinels clad in black leather, cropped jackets a swirling mosaic of silver and gold crystals and gemstones, flashing sunbursts with each photo taken as all three made their way towards the door, pausing for pictures at the marks.

As the three made their way through check-in, impressively heavy gift bags being pushed towards each individual passing by; there was a vibration like thunder, the club's lighting becoming an ever-shifting lurid red.

The Fall was not yet what it would become, but was still the largest club the Devildom knew. A makeshift VIP section was cordoned off, each booth bearing an ornately scrolling plaque with an invitees name. Asmo let out a squeal that was mostly hidden by the music throbbing through the area, and darted ahead.

(this is his first event. less than a month ago the brothers were being shunned as angels still)

Kai paused to snap a picture of the nameplate, knowing they would want this memorialized.

A text. Simple. Three words. "Where are you?"

The reply was quickly thumbed, before the DDD was muted. "Out."

Kai adjusted the three bags he was holding with a vague bit of annoyance. He placed a hand on Asmodeus' lower back, leaning close. "Taking these to the car." A gloved hand caressed his jaw, and he couldn't help but lean in to the touch. "Such a good Attendant, hurry back~!" Kai nodded, preening at the scrap of praise.

Taking a service corridor he knew led to the parking lot, Kai shivered, the sticky heat of the club quickly dissipating into the cold night.

A quick glance of the lot was enough to see that their car had not yet made it in. Following the side of the building, he hummed quietly, blinking as he emerged from the glorified alley into the street proper, momentarily blinded by lights and flashes after the dark. He felt a hand on his shoulder and pulled away instantly on the defense, a spell crackling at his fingertips.

"Hey, calm down. You nearly ran straight into the line", came a smooth voice as the hand dropped.

Kai blinked a few more times, silently cursing inferior human vision. As the flashes cleared, a smiling face came into view. Kai looked the demon up and down, taking in the short horns jutting up straight from his temples, and a mane of shaggy red hair that cascaded past his shoulders.

(holy shit he's hot, if this were any other night...)

The human smiled, "Shit. Sorry about that."

"No problem. You need to get in? I'd be thrilled to have you on my arm for awhile."

Kai shook his head, gesturing with one of the bags. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just putting these in the car."

"Your car?"

"No. No. The family I... work for."

That earned a long look from the demon, forked tongue flicking over his lips. "Fancy boy, huh? Hope he treats you good, humans are rare in these parts...", a slow, lazy grin sent a spike of arousal straight through him.

(another night, you were going to behave, remember?)

Kai smirked. "I'm here kinda often, one of the perks of the job."

The demon shrugged, arching a pierced eyebrow. "Maybe I'll see you around again, fancy boy.", he turned as the line moved, dismissive.

Kai nodded, smirking as he found the car half a block later, mind still occupied and turning over the short conversation.

As Kai he made his way back to the table, Asmodeus leaned to speak into the human's ear while they entered the VIP area once more. "Darling, I had no idea you knew how to work a camera like that ♡"

Kai laughed, eyes dancing with mischief. "It was a change to be clothed."

"You're joking.", the tone was halfway between disbelief and hope.

"Hundreds of them in the human world. Good luck with the search."

The appraising look was its own reward.

Mammon caught up as Kai slid into the curved booth. "Trying to lose the Great Mammon already! Whisperin' like that, like you two have enormous secrets."

Grinning, the human leaned past Asmodeus to address Mammon. "No secrets. I was just telling Asmo about some modeling I did back in the human world."

Greed leaned closer, intrigued. "No shit? I've thought about it, seems like easy grimm."

"Tons if you're willing to do it wearing nothing but body glitter and cum.", Kai was honestly proud of the deadpan delivery, even more so as Mammon choked on his drink.

"What the hell!", he managed to choke out, red to the tips of his ears. "You can't just say that!"

"Seems I did, though."

Asmodeus cackled, biting his lower lip. "You sure you don't have any of those handy?"

"Afraid you'll have to hunt them down yourself. So much for maintaining mystery."

Mammon eventually caught his breath, and the conversations continued, though he could no longer meet the human's eyes.

Kai sipped at his drink, listening to the banter, and watching as the event progressed.

(take it easy tonight. that's the plan. two, maybe three drinks tops. don't embarrass anyone. best behavior. don't be a disappointment)

Inhaling deeply, air heavy with smoke, sweat, and the lingering scent of alcohol spilled long ago, Kai chatted up demons who stopped by to mingle, smiling, charming, deflecting those who overstayed their welcomes. An easy night really. Marketing events weren't all that different than any other events, and he'd done similar often enough back

(five years ago)

in the human world.

Shaking his head a bit, Kai leaned over, offering the club equivalent of "be right back", complete with hand motions. A questioning look was offered, and Kai tipped his nearly empty glass in response.

Finishing the first drink as he crossed to the bar, he paused, taking a minute to look around. The dance floor was only a single level, and it was likely no one had even thought of the eventual balconies from which those lucky (or devious) enough to be considered VIPs could stare down on the masses of writhing bodies.

(how could it be five years? it didn't make sense.)

Gesturing for another drink, Kai leaned against the bar, breathing a deep sigh. As he waited, he turned, to look out over those gathered, the dance floor crowded with bodies packed together tightly, small clusters of demons around various tables and seating areas.

Spinning back to grab his drink, a familiar face came into view. "Fancy boy. Didn't think you'd come looking for me so quick."

Shaking his head, Kai picked up the clear drink. "Figured I wouldn't have to."

"Quick. I like that."

Taking a slow sip, Kai met the demon's obsidian eyes., "Not tonight, I'm afraid."

"No? That's too bad. Vyleon, by the way."

Kai smiled, licking the rim of the glass. "A shame. But I'm on the clock, and should be getting back."

Vyleon leaned in close, resting a hand on Kai's hip. The human felt the same spike of lust run through him again.

"What's the rush, Kai? One drink, we'll stay right here. The Angels are even in view."

Kai pulled back, mustering all the contempt he could manage.

"Shit way to talk about the demon that embodies your sin."

Vyleon smirked. "Told him you'd figure it out fast. You're smarter than Solomon gives you credit for."

Kai turned to walk away.

"Sorcerer says you should come home tonight. He misses you."

Kai stood still, empty hand clenching into a tight fist. "Tell him I'll be back when I'm done with the brothers. He doesn't hold my leash."

The incubus clicked his tongue. "Too bad. Someone should."

Kai walked back to the VIP area with measured steps, head held high. He only let his hands shake after he put his drink down on the table.

Asmodeus was mingling nearby, turning up the charm to maximum. Mammon flopped down in the booth breathlessly, grabbing Kai by the shoulders with a wide grin. "Whassa matter, 'tendant," he slurred. "Sposed to be fun, remember?"

Kai drained the new drink in a single pull, throat working smoothly. "Mammon, promise me you won't drop me back at Cocytus Hall tonight, please?"

Mammon blinked several times, trying to clear the fuzz from his mind, before shrugging. "S'ok with me.", he leaned half out of the booth to call to his brother, "Asmo! Hey! The Attendant wants a sleepover!"

Asmodeus paused his conversation with an elegantly raised hand, glancing at Mammon with a shrug and a nod before turning his attentions back to networking.

Kai looked down at his glass, stomach knotting dangerously.

(fuck it. disaster averted for another few hours.)

He looked at Mammon, pouting as he showed an empty glass. "Get me another? Please? We can dance once you get back."

The demon began to draw in an indignant breath before shrugging as the deal sunk in. "Okay, Attendant. Just this once, and don't forget it! The Great Mammon ain't handing out favors every time!"

Kai closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to push away everything except the moment.

(maybe two more. four isn't that many...)

The music pulsed louder as the night went on, and the event wrapped up.

The lights blurred. Sweat transferred between bodies as the floor became tightly packed.

Kai closed his eyes as he danced, smiled, laughed, forgot.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #this one took awhile.

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chrisryanspeaks · 7 months

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HEAR: Synth-Pop | Born Days - “How To Disappear”

Born Days has released “How To Disappear” a unique and inspiring track born from a dark period in the artist’s life. The passion and intensity in this track is present from the first note to the last. Born Days is the conceptual darkwave synth-pop project from Chicago-based multi-instrumentalist singer, songwriter, and producer Melissa Harris. Her debut full-length album My Little Dark is set to release on October 6, 2023, through AudioSport Records. Read More: Harris explains the background of "How To Disappear": "I wrote this song while going on very long walks every day during a dark period in my life, maybe even for 2 or 3 hours sometimes. I live about a 10-minute walk from Lake Michigan and I would go there and watch the waves and record them every day. The sound of the water always felt really soothing, especially when you want to disappear from the world and join the clouds and the trees in their unknowing state. It’s that feeling when you don’t want to live anymore, but you also don’t want to die, it’s just the in-between where you wish you could just disappear and join the vapor breezes. Life can be very unkind sometimes, and it’s hard to know what to do when you’re feeling really down. My favorite thing when life is unkind is to write music about it and tell a story with sound. I love to create sound and use found sound, too. I tried to capture the little sounds of the world while walking around. Sounds like leaves crunching underfoot to make the rhythm, the sound of lake water breathing in and out and then run through a phaser, little sounds that no one really notices that make natural rhythms in nature. Then, I would go home and pitch and stretch and retime these sounds to the beat. I used a variety of synths and a really dark bass to create the disorienting feeling of being sad and neutral and dark about whether or not I want to stay on this planet. I added some cringey y2k chants for irony. I hope you enjoy it." Candidly vulnerable and emotionally complex, My LittleDark is an album that draws inspiration from the realm of confessional poetry and the world of childlike innocence to sonically explore and narrate the anagogic, deeply personal, and complex labyrinthine pathways that exist within the heart and mind. Mystical and melancholic, Harris’s ethereal voice escapes into dark symphonic soundscapes driven by dreamy, synth-heavy polyrhythms that paint a cinematic electronic pop soundtrack soaked in moody, hazy textures. The album was partially written while Harris spent time in an outpatient program dealing with a severe mental health crisis and as a means to heal. Writing this music was one of the ways that Harris was able to continue living on this planet. Harris admits that it is hard to put that previous sentence into words, but this music is about truth and beauty, and so that is what inspired the songs on My Little Dark. Drawing influences from alternative, darkwave, dreampop, and goth culture, Harris plays with a sonic palette of soft, dark, and dusty tones that mix elements of grunge, post-punk, neo-psychedelia, shoegaze, and modern pop. Deeply nostalgic and profoundly personal, My Little Dark explores Harris’s struggles with mental illness, trauma, destructive cycling, love, innocence, and beyond. Her distinctively soft and sweet voice is saturated with otherworldly essence that explodes into apocalyptic crescendos and escapes into ghostly innocence. Harris’s songs are brilliantly enchanting and sonically dripping with haunted textures, little spirits from the ether, and dystopian landscapes that leave you longing for a more innocent and beautiful time. TOUR DATES + LIVE SETS 10/5 Chicago, IL - Loud Pizza Records // My Little Dark pre-release listening party 8 PM CST 10/5 Bandcamp // My Little Dark Album Release // Live Virtual Listening Party 4pm CST 10/13 Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle // Album Release Show w/ Lipsticism + Sunglow Read the full article

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reeba!!! happy new year, my dear ✨🎉!! im so glad to have had so many silly and serious and everything-in-between conversations with you this past year 😊💫💖 i hope the new year brings a million happy moments, exciting opportunities, and pockets of peace for you 💌🥰

essie <333 happy slightly belated new year🎉🎆 I'm so glad YOU reached out after seeing my random tag rambles😭🥺🥺 because I don't think. I would have. and then I wouldn't have an insanely talented friend who's also? so good at getting the weird intangible thoughts and feelings that I am usually too insecure to talk about to most people. we're matching brain waves on a facet of ourselves and I am very very grateful to have known you this past year<3

thank you for all the wishes omg, same for you!! a million happy moments and a sense of fulfilment, progress and contentment with life. and the strength to step out of our comfort zones and reach for happiness💗💖

also I put in fireworks but I detest those irl, considering I cover my ears when balloons pop. so I hope your ears survived intact 😬

4 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

(also, no need to answer, just want to say i see about the flooding and i'm thinking about you <3 that must feel really scary and sad, i hope you and your loved ones are doing okay, sending love <3 <3 <3)

thank you, my area is safe but the country as a whole. all the provinces are effected, so many lives and livelihoods destroyed...it's really bad out there. and videos and constant updates are..emotionally taxing but if you put it in the back of your mind, you just get busy with your life and you forget those people who will need months until they can even begin to start rebuilding there lives.

and of course crops were effected so prices of some stuff are already high and they'll only get higher. and we already have shitty price hikes due to a recent change in government after some political turmoil. but thank God for private non-profits who actually help the people instead of looting donations

sorry this is. a lot. I just wish there was more I could do besides donating. hopefully volunteer activities will crop up after the initial situation has been stabilized so I can do something that isn't limited by my finances

5 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

reeba !!! are you back from the land of the shadowbanned??! also, what track are you claiming off midnights 👀🌙💫

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii essie🥰🥰

I am back from the land of the shadowbanned alright, so back in fact that when I saw half your ask in my notifications saying are you back from the land of... I didn't have the slightest inkling what this could be about and like a perfectly normal person, I wondered, why does essie think I'm in the land of the dead? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

as for claiming tracks, not to be (more) dramatic, I don't what's going on, idk who I AM? because like I cannot decide a track to claim. like this has never happened in any of the album releases I've been through so far. but like. lavender haze, maroon or midnight rain. like I think I want something s o f t. and side A sounds softer but I feel like the titles are going to be very misleading regarding the vibe? I am CERTAIN that whatever song I claim will not be my favorite. only two more sleeps till we know🕛⏳

How are you faring with this claiming business that I'm pathetically failing at😂

6 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hey hi how are you ☺️✨ (i typed this and my brain went ‘how’s life, tell me how’s your family’ even though i haven’t listed to that song in FOREVER aksjjj but i’m off to rectify that now <3)

hi essie!! ☀️✨✨

to be very honest, I'm just... tired 😅 I'm trying to juggle some uni stuff with a part-time job and utterly failing at time management. like I COULD give up the me time but at what cost? losing my soul? so I'm just sacrificing sleep etc 🥳🥳

oof not back to decemberrrrr. i don't think I've heard it since 9th grade except once with red tv but I remember it all too well🤪

I think that's what the kids these are calling 'core memories'

how are you?? how's life and your family (feline family)

7 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #top tags are all 911 are we surprised

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Endlessly Enough- Din Djarin x Reader

A/n: Hey all! So I’ve been in an interesting headspace recently and it’s gotten a lot better, but this little blurb is very very self insertive. So I totally understand if this is way out of y’alls interest!

Please be smart and don’t read this if it is going to trigger something!!! Be safe!!!

Warnings: Depression! but some fluff to go with it. GN! Reader

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It’s the small feeling that creeps up on you. Days full of joy and happiness suddenly turning into memories and wishes. The long hard ache to feel the corners of your lips twitch again. To experience the excitement and thrill that life once gifted you.

It’s the quiet voices quickly become overpowering and overwhelming. Repeating their sick cacophony of twisted truths and alluring lies. Pulling you into their jaded beliefs and taking you as their sombre prisoner.

Terrible. Horrible. Never enough.

It’s the heartache every night as silent tears trail down your cheeks. Your chest feeling both empty and too full all at the same time. As if you're drowning beneath the harsh surface of the world.

It’s the sharp pain running down your arms into the palms of your hands. The unforgiving torture of your nerves dancing as if on fire. Your stomach turning in disgust at yourself.

It’s the forced smiles as you try so hard to mask the decay within your heart and mind. Everything hurts.

Worthless. Undeserving. Never enough.

It’s the nights where you can’t even sleep. Eyes open but not looking at anything, the need to cry, to release some pressure, and yet the salty drops never fall.

It’s the mornings that haunt you and cast stern sunlight across your blanketed form. It used to be such a comfort, a scene you looked forward to, but now you despise it.

Burden. Broken. Never enough.

It’s the loss of interest of the things which once ruled your thoughts. The world shifting from its vibrant palette to dull greys and blacks.

It’s the disappointment you hold over yourself. Why can’t you just get up? Why can’t you just be happy? Why can’t you just be normal?

Weird. Ugly. Never enough.

It’s the soul crushing feeling of your mind tearing itself apart. Headaches and heartaches coming in tandem. Your eyes losing the sparkle they once kindred so bright.

Waste. Nothing. Never enough.

Then there's the soft coo of your name. It seeps through the thick heavy syrup encasing your thoughts. The quiet utter of a greeting. You try to call back. To reach out to him.

It’s the glass cage you’re locked in. Distorting your view even as your fists smack the metal. Your body sinking back to the floor, curling in on itself to try and regain the energy you once had.

Then there's the feathery touch of his fingertips. They trace your features and wipe away the drying tears with nothing but love. The light drag of his fingernails on your shoulders and back.

Then there's the touch of his pillowy lips to your forehead. They slowly move across your face. To each closed eyelid, to the button of your nose, and finally to the chapped mess of your own lips. Each kiss lasting for minutes as his breath fans across your face.

Then there's the words that shatter your icy prison. Claiming you back from the grip of your innermost thoughts. Calling you back to the world, pouring life and love back into your empty body.

Not a burden,

Not undeserving,

Not a mess to be cleaned up,

Then there's the slight waver to his voice. The small sniffle as his own emotions claw into his soul. His strong hand cupping your face and bringing his forehead to meet your own. Small drops of sorrowful salt landing on your face.

You are so

Endlessly

Enough.

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Don’t mind me, just crying over here!

Anyway, I love you all and hope you are having a wonderful day/night. And please please remember that nothing is forever, while the world feels like it may be ending today and you may want to leave, tomorrow might hold the change and light you need. So please, be safe and love yourself! Or if you can’t do that right now, know that I love you.

Never hesitate to talk to me, even if you feel like you might be bothering me. Trust me, you won’t be. I would love to talk! :)

Love forever, Lordy :)

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satellite-blossom · 2 years

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New refence sheet for an old OC : Crystale, the Lock of Order !

If you like this lad or my art : don’t just like it, reblog it !

After many years of neglecting her I’ve finally made a reference sheet for my OC Crystale ! Despite her great powers and growing importance in the story I had never completed any actual art of her...

If you want to know more about her then keep reading !

Crystale is part of Léa’s story I really need a new name for it, so she exists in a large multiverse involving Sonic characters among other things.

Story bit :

Information about Crystale quickly gets into heavy spoilers territory, yet there are still some things to know.

Despite her current appearance, Crystale was born on Earth as a human named Claire. Claire already had some of the features of Crystale ; although she was platinum blonde her skin was already pale and her turquoise eyes had no pupils. Claire was renamed "Crystale" upon being transferred out of Earth by Gods, into a place outside of dimensions where she would manage them.

Crystale has the ability to manage dimensions, her role is to make sure the greater order is not disturbed. Rather than stopping all violence she simply keeps dimensions stable and act as the hand of the Gods in various dimensional issues.

As Crystale is still an Earthling, she has a Wish Gem, although hers has an unusual shape. This one has the alternative name of Order Emerald and its type is Abstinence or "True Patience". Whoever uses this gem to transform will turn into an Unlocked form.

Dark energies can be stored inside Crystale, and she has been used as a container for such already. She currently houses a clump of dark matter taken from a certain being, as well as the being of negative energy Nazo, and she can hear and communicate with both. If Crystale cries or gets angry she will die and release the two, hence Claire’s embracement of this Crystale persona, the diligent Lock of order, a being supposedly without a will of her and and with little emotions. Even afraid of great joys Crystale aims at a selfless, obedient and calm mindset, embracing her role of tool, a lock rather than a guardian.

Yet Nazo caught Claire slipping in, and he is now determined to make her fully resurface. At the beginning he wished to upset her to her death, but he eventually got a sense that Claire was just as trapped as he was, so he wishes to at least let her be herself again, or even to someday escape with her. In his own words he hates this Crystale persona (who he calls "Empty Happy") while loving Claire (not necessarily in a romantic sense).

The place where Crystale resides needs a new name, but I have by the past called it the "Secret Zone" or the "Secret Chaos". It is a timeless place made mostly of white spreading to the horizon, with a few hallmarks like crystal trees or a temple.

Art bit :

Some extra information about my (thought) process with this piece :

The gems are glossy, yet I didn’t want to add too much shading as this was simply a reference sheet and I suck at drawing gems. I did however detail the silver so it wouldn’t look like gray lines. It isn’t the best-looking silver, but I hope it convey this idea well.

The veils on Crystale all have glitter on them, and if you pay attention some are star-shaped. If you cannot add this detail it’s alright though.

The percentages on the colors of the palette are for the opacity. There is none on colors used for gradients though.

As I make my reference sheets on Microsoft Publisher the files may be a little big.

A Crystale redesign has been in the works for quite a while already, yet the poor lad did not get any completed piece beforehand... She might as well be new to anyone but me. I hope you like her !

Also her gender is... Ambiguous. She’s often referred to as a girl but there’s more to it than what meets the eyes.

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babyybitchhhwrites · 3 years

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Sukuna x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit./R-18+

Words: 3567

Warnings: body horror, torture porn, cannibalism, urination, dead dove do not eat.

Just took a fucked up idea and ran with it. This isn’t much, but its honest work. Happy end of hiatus. : ^ )

♥♥♥♥

Slowly, slowly you move. Bidden by nothing more than a single pointed glance from the man across the room. His eyes follow you, always watching and all seeing. Your heart thunders inside its cage of ribs. It's hard to breathe, but he’s still looking so you keep moving. Almost lose your balance on the dutifully polished hardwood floor, your thumb and forefinger not quite enough to steady you. Bare knees ache with the pressure of holding up the majority of your weight and he, of course, does not miss the way you falter.

Sukuna’s mouth splits open in a toothy grin.

You forcibly swallow the bile rising in the back of your throat, the raw stump at the end of your left arm burning something fierce with needle sharp pin pricks. It still hurts.

“Are you having trouble getting around, little one?”

A mute shake of your head. Another fumbling shuffle forward.

He’s waiting, expectant and quiet; infinite patience etched across the cruel face you’ve come to recognize as the center of your universe. You have no choice but to answer his exigent summons. Even if it caused you physical distress and mental anguish in equal measure. Even if you died in the process of bending over backwards for his baneful wishes. You were compelled just the same as if he’d barked a command at you, his well trained little pet.

It’s a tedious, cumbersome journey from one end of the room to the other. Your body was simply far too battered and broken to respond quickly and you’d long since lost your voice in the time you’d spent in his care - weeks, months. It was hard to tell when every waking nightmare bled so seamlessly into the next. Your very autonomy was gone. All that was left were the whims and fancies of the monster slowly consuming you one piece at a time and now he’d called you to his side. You knew better than to disobey.

But it wasn’t speed he seemed to care about. Rather, it was your unfaltering submission to his endlessly vile inclinations and it clearly didn’t matter if you needed five minutes or five hours to drag yourself over to his throne of pillows. You suspected he’d be just as happy watching you squirm across the floor, worm-like and helpless, which was surely only a matter of months away from becoming reality. He’d be sure to keep you alive long enough to see such an amusing spectacle with his own eyes.

Your gait is awkward with only one mangled hand to brace on, but you push through the discomfort. Making him come get you was a fate much worse than whatever he already had planned for you, so it was easier just to comply. Save yourself the terror that inherently came hand in hand with displeasing him. It wasn’t any less harrowing, but at least it was easier.

And Sukuna watches you every step of the way, drinking in the pitiable picture you paint as you hobble closer like a wounded animal. He clearly enjoyed demeaning you like this. Stripping away your humanity, systematically removing what made you you with near fiendish glee until you were the empty husk of a woman struggling to get to him despite knowing only bad things awaited you at his side. By his own design, you were less than cattle.

At the very least cows had to be led to slaughter, sometimes by force if they sensed their impending doom. All you required was a single, silent look and you were in motion, slumping over to him despite every survival instinct in your body screaming at you to do the opposite. It was obvious which creature had more dignity.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, a small eternity later when you were finally within arms reach. You could all too easily extend your hand and touch him with the tip of your last remaining finger but you don’t dare. He doesn’t make a move to close the remaining distance either. Just keeps watching.

A quiet whimper rises in the back of your throat as you painfully drag yourself the last few inches separating you from him until you’re prostrated between his feet. The rich, expensive silk of his kimono brushes your shaking shoulders and the sensation makes goosebumps erupt across your skin. You can’t seem to catch your breath. Every inhale is short and quick. Each exhale a small burst that robs you of more oxygen than what you were able to take in. The fear vibrating through your naked body is palpable, you can almost taste it in the air, and he can sense it too. The way his eyes - all four of them - turn up in delight is all the proof you need of that.

“You’re trembling, dear. Are you cold?”

Another mute shake of your head.

Wordlessly, Sukuna lifts a hand and you flinch. Reflexive tears spring up in your eyes, pooling along your lash line so instantaneously that it almost catches you off guard. He pays it no mind though. Couldn’t care less.

His knuckles touch the spot between your shoulder blades before dragging a slow path down the length of your spine. Jolting at the contact, you instinctively try to arch away from him. But there’s nowhere to escape and all you do is impotently twist, awkwardly contorting your body like a cat in heat. The nerves feel like they’re alive and they dance under his touch with such intensity that you almost cry out in distress. The most you’ll allow yourself is a half strangled gasp, but startled horror quickly dawns when you realize you’d vocalized a sound suspiciously like that of a groan of pleasure and you freeze.

Pausing at the small of your twitching back, he regards you with a quiet, unreadable look. You quickly avert your gaze so you don’t have to stare directly into his horrible face anymore, as terrified of the man as you were ashamed of the humiliating noise you’d produced. There was nothing enjoyable about this. Nothing in this arrangement that brought you pleasure. He knew that as well as you did and you weren’t about to explain yourself to the likes of him.

The terse silence was almost suffocating.

At length, Sukuna hums. Thoughtful. Contemplative. Amusement coloring the wordless commentary even as he slides his hand back up the path it had just traveled. The sensation is no less powerful the second time, and you tremble under his attention. You make a concerted effort to bite down on your cracked lip and silence yourself, though, and he chortles when he reaches your shoulders again without another peep out of you. He found it all so very funny.

“If you aren’t cold,” He croons, soft and disarmingly gentle. “Then why do you shake like this, hmm? Surely you don’t find joy in being touched by the likes of me.”

You close your eyes. Swallow your nerves.

Clenching your jaw in grim resolution, you bring your face around and pin the demon with a hollow, unamused stare. Sukuna merely smiles, leers at you with unconcealed humor wrought solely from your expense. His hand shifts against your back and sharp talons replace the rough but smooth texture of his knuckles. Your blood pressure spikes, so fast you feel momentarily faint. The sweet release of oblivion does not claim you though and you quake as he drags inhuman nails across your neck in a thinly veiled threat that seemed superfluous at this point. You were all too aware of what he was capable of. There were three raw nubs where fingers used to be and a blunt stub where your left hand should have been. You didn’t need to be reminded that he was a monster.

He doesn’t linger long, however, and instead casually drags his claws up to your clammy face. Feather light so as not to tear you to shreds but enough to leave a burning, fiery trail in their wake. You suck in a haggard, choking breath of air. Try to brace yourself against the next cruel punishment he intends to inflict on you. But, to your astonishment, all he does is touch the pad of his thumb to your mouth in what you can only assume is a twisted mockery of affectionate gesture.

Your stomach violently clenches, threatening to expunge its contents right then and there.

Sukuna, of course, pretends not to notice. “Such a quiet little lamb. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think I took your tongue. You do realize you can still speak, don’t you?”

Without waiting for a response, he tugs on your lower lip. Pulls down until your mouth grudgingly parts and he can worm his thumb inside. You yelp when that unnaturally sharp nail nicks the roof of your mouth, the coppery taste of blood flooding your palette even as he finds your tongue and presses down on it so hard your gag reflex activates. Heaving wetly, you try to pull away. He puts a stop to that quickly enough by curling his fingers under your jaw, locking you in place with all the unyielding force of iron. You’re entirely helpless to stop it when he tilts your face up and peers into your mouth with near clinical detachment. A terrified little croak rises in the back of your throat. You really are going to be sick.

“Maybe I should relieve you of this next.” He muses. “You certainly aren’t using it.”

Emotions swinging to the extreme, you issue a slurred protest and implore him with big, glassy eyes. Plead for some semblance of mercy on his part. It’s a lost cause, you know it is. He’s never once taken pity on you in all the time you’d been acquainted with him but you can’t help this irrational panic from squeezing you in a death grip. Fingers and hands were one thing. A tongue was something else entirely. You didn’t want to be robbed of your speech even if you’d barely used it for anything other than screaming since he brought you here. There really wouldn’t be any of your humanity left at that point, and the looming prospect terrified you perhaps more than anything else he’d done up until now.

You wanted to cling to that last remaining vestige of your former self with a desperation you hadn’t realized you still possessed. Even if it was foolish to do so. Even if it would hurt all the more when he finally, inevitably, took it away. You weren’t quite the same as an animal just yet. Not yet, and your ability to talk was proof that you were still human on some level.

It wasn’t much, but the thought of losing that distinction very nearly sent you into hysterics.

Sukuna barely even stirs though, dully observing the way you rock on your knees and shake your head. The spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth hardly register in your mind but he watches its slow descent down your chin with nothing short of distaste. You’re almost certain he’s going to rip your tongue out right on the spot, just to spite you for such an unsightly display, and yet you can’t bring yourself to stop.

Wracked by a sudden onslaught of cold, wet chills, you jerk against his hold. It succeeds only in making him tug on your mouth so hard the joints actually pop and you wail in startled distress as pain shoots through your head. The realization that he could simply tear out the lower half of your jaw with one quick yank turns your blood to ice. You can’t breathe. It feels like you're vibrating right up off the floor and, heaving loudly, your arms fly out in a misguided attempt to keep him at bay.

The throbbing stub where your left hand used to be bumps into his forearm, further shocking you on some level. It was incredibly easy to forget you were missing such a vital appendage when the phantom sensation of a palm and opposable fingers still felt so real in your mind. The disconnect is mirrored in your right hand when only thumb and forefinger find purchase in his robes but you can almost feel the missing digits curling into silk as well. Your alarm doubles, then triples. He’s still gripping your jaw painfully tight. Just watching. Always watching. Observing from his elevated seat of superiority.

You let out a wheezing groan, shuddering when your bladder abruptly evacuates.

Sukuna curls his nose as the unmistakable pssssss rises loud in the otherwise silent hall. Your eyes promptly roll back and you slump against his legs, drained of your ability to fight. The piss spreading in a puddle underneath you feels blistering on your chilled, sweat soaked skin and it almost hurts. Almost burns the same way a boiling hot bath makes your mind register pain when you first step in. This, too, becomes more bearable the longer you sit in it though and you don’t even have the wherewithal to be embarrassed about wetting yourself at this point. You were so scared. So tired.

He waits until you’re done. Lets you finish pissing all over the polished floor before pulling you up by your jaw. A low, faltering moan tumbles out of you as you acquiesce, rising up on your aching knees even when the meat of your thighs try to stick to the drenched wood but there’s no more protest left in you. The king of curses will get whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.

If your tongue was what he desired then that is what he shall have.

“Filthy.” He utters the word like its poison. “You truly are a detestable creature, you know that? I should just kill you and be done with it.” A disappointed shake of his head accompanies this statement. “Tell me, girl. Is speech really that important to you?”

You nod weakly and let out a broken, halfhearted whimper.

“Oh?” Sukuna raises an interested brow at that. “Really? Then show me.”

Numb shock washes over you when his saliva coated thumb slowly retreats from your mouth and you sway, thoroughly caught off guard. You don’t understand. He’d never taken your feelings into consideration before. Never asked for your opinion. He clearly didn’t care what you wanted so why was he playing this game now? You couldn’t make heads or tails of it and, certain this must be some sort of trap, you warily stare up at him with tightly closed lips. There was definitely some sort of trick here, but where?

Predictably, his patience runs out in a matter of moments.

“Well?” He prompts with a vicious swat to the side of your face, jerking your head around.

“Please!” You blurt. It doesn’t even sound like you anymore.

The smile that graces his mouth is downright fiendish. “Ahh. So you do remember how to talk. Surprise, surprise.” Simpering, he props his chin on the palm of his bent hand while the other reaches out to swipe a stray clump of hair off your face. You flinch, shaking so hard your breath comes out in quick sporadic bursts, but he pays it no mind. Two sets of red, horrible red eyes dance across your pinched expression for a long beat before he seems to reach some sort of conclusion. “Do it again.”

You’re too stunned to even balk.

“If you still have use of your words,” He explains in the even, haughty tone of someone talking to a child. “Then you should utilize them, no? Especially since you claim to be so attached to them. Come on, darling. Speak for me.”

One taloned finger trails down the side of your temple, across your cheek and stops at your quivering chin. With far more care than you would have ever thought him capable of, Sukuna tilts your face up at him so that you have no choice but to meet his delighted gaze headon. The sick satisfaction staring back at you makes your stomach drop. It suddenly occurs to you that this, too, is simply another part of the game. He finds this so very entertaining - and not just the systematic torture he’s subjected you to. It’s everything about your humanity that sparks his interest and that’s the sole reason he wants to play with you like this.

You’re not just food for him. If you were, he would have likely already killed you by now. No, there was much more to it than that. Sukuna had brought you here to his barren, rotting domain for dinner and a show.

“Please …” You say it again, as if it will help.

Humming in faint approval, he drags his nail lower. Across your jumping throat and along the ridge of your collarbone even as it subconsciously tries to twitch away from him. Slowly, tortuously slow, he traces a taunting path straight down to your wrist - the one with a hand still attached to it - and you choke on a terrified shriek when he wraps steel corded fingers around the appendage. Your eyes are wide open but they see nothing; mouth running on autopilot even as he guides your trembling hand up to his face. You can’t do this. You can’t.

“Please. Please. Please, please, please pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea -”

“Mm. Please what, darling? Tell me.”

A quick tongue darts out to tauntingly lap at the pad of your outstretched finger. You attempt to recoil in visceral disgust, horrified beyond measure, but his grip holds strong. He doesn’t even have to try. His strength is just that much greater than yours, and all you manage is a skittish jolt as the wet muscle drags across your prickling skin in a farcical impersonation of much, much more pleasant activities.

You let loose some awful, hysterical squawk. It feels as unnatural in your throat as it sounds in your ears, and your finger twists violently to get away from Sukuna’s mouth. Curls at such an awkward angle it’s likely a small miracle it doesn’t snap in half right then and there. The uneven, jagged nubs he’d left you burn with a pain so intense it actually brings tears to your eyes and you don’t even realize when they streak hot, wet paths down your cheeks until you blink and notice the sodden quality of your eyelashes. You’d merely traded one horror for another. How could you ever have been so naive as to believe one was preferable over the next.

“Little one,” Sukuna regards you plainly, bringing you back to the moment, and you glance up to find his mouth hovering just over your painfully contorted finger. A suffocating lump forms deep in your throat, threatening to asphyxiate you. “You have more words at your disposal than ‘please’, don’t you?”

“I … I - I ca-”

That horrible tongue of his slithers past his teeth, glinting softly in the flickering light of a nearby candle as if it were little more than a slimy pink snake. But rather than attack your remaining finger again, it lashes out at the webbing between the joints. Warm and slick, it pushes in and digs into layers of muscle and sinew - in search of what, you do not know - and your breath hitches.

Rather than being dulled, the nerves in your remaining hand were actually painfully sensitive after the crude amputation of your fingers and a sensation not unlike a static shock zaps through your heaving body. It settles somewhere in the general vicinity of your belly button, your stomach twisting in painful knots, and you let out a hoarse, startled scream. Your whole system instantly runs hot as molten warmth floods every nook and cranny inside your soft, fluttering guts, so fast and so suddenly it actually knocks you off balance.

Knees giving out under the intensely unexpected sensation, you collapse in your own puddle of piss. The sharp, wet slap makes your ears ring but you barely even notice it. The stabbing pain rides the line of something you don’t quite have a name for. It’s not pleasure. It’s not ecstasy, but something else entirely. Something that far exceeds your limited depth of perception. Too much and not enough at the same time. Horrible, yet wonderful. Your body was alive with it and, cursing him, you grudgingly squeeze your thighs together to stop them from quaking.

Oh, how you despised him for doing this to you.

“Pl - plea - please … s - stop …”

The demon hums in vague approval. “Now why would I do that?”

Those crude lips brush against the raw, stinging tip of what used to be a finger as he sucks the paper thin flap of skin into his mouth and worries it, making you outright seethe. Your vision crosses for a split second, then doubles. You can’t even see straight anymore. Can’t even fully comprehend the moment when he stops applying that delicious suction to the webbing between your joints and redirects his attention to your forefinger instead.

You’re still panting, gasping for air, when he opens his mouth wide.

You shake uncontrollably with nerve induced chills when he covers it straight down to the knuckle and seals his lips.

You whine, mewling out in desperation when you force your eyes to somewhat focus on his horrible face only to find him watching you. Still watching. Always watching. Watching, watching, watching.

Your mouth warbles open. “Please …”

Crunch

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Dressed Up For Halloween (Taehyung)

Summary: Taehyung decides to invite you to a party he has to attend a bit last minute. So, you end up with a cheap and basic, albeit cute, witch costume. Going to the party makes you feel pretty self-conscious and it takes him a while to notice.

Warnings: SMUT! As always, do beware of (or look forward to): erotic body touching, fingering, hand-job, unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I write, be safe!), standing sex, sex in closet, aftercare.

Word Count: 2627

Okay, so you knew it was a predictable choice, going as a witch for Halloween. But it’s not like Taehyung gave you a heads up in time, you literally had less than three days to prepare. The best costumes were already out of stock in all of the stores you knew in town, you didn’t have that much to chose from.

Even so, you actually quite liked the one you ended up purchasing. It was a three-quarter length sleeved dress with a puffy ruffled skirt, sparkling tule to give it a magical feel and a belt to bring you in at the smallest part of your body, the waist. It worked wonders for your silhouette, showcasing the best curves of your oversized frame. The small skirt, longer on the back, displayed your soft legs, covered only by fishnet tights down to your black high-heels. With a typical broom in one hand and a pointy hat in your head, a striking make-up look, you actually liked the costume.

You should have had the foresight to ask your boyfriend what he would go as. Maybe then you would have felt better about how much you stood out next to him. He showed up at your doorstep dressed as Bob Ross, with a pair of expensive denim jeans and a blue fitted silk shirt, certainly from Gucci, a paint palette in one hand and a brush on the other. The only things missing were a fluffy curly wig and a beard, but he did have his black hair curly. He looked stunning as always and, once again, you wondered how the hell you got so lucky.

“My mischievous little witch, you look ravishing tonight, honey” he compliments with a boxy smile, before kissing your lips.

It would have been a lovely day if only you had skipped the party. You knew close to no one there except for Taehyung’s close friends, and they were all busy talking with other people, important people in the business. More than that, you kept standing by as Taehyung got continuous compliments on his costume – especially from daring women – which only made you feel more and more poorly dressed.

Being pretty oblivious in nature, Taehyung didn’t notice anything strange when you excused yourself and took a place next to the cupcake’s table, lips tugging down just like your spirits for the night. Your hand reached for one of the delicious looking treats and at the first bite you knew this would be where you would probably stay the rest of the night, surrounded by your closest friend: food.

By the second treat, you are leaning against the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone and fighting back the tears gathering in your eyes. You knew you were being overly sensitive about this whole thing, that you should be stronger than this. But knowing it didn’t mean you felt it.

“Y/N, honey, the guys and I were talking about-” Taehyung shows up next to you out of nowhere, with a spring on his step and a vibrant energy radiating from him. That is, until he searches for your eyes and realizes the state you were in. “Honey! What’s wrong, what happened?”

He leans down and places his hands on your shoulders, trying to keep your gaze but you glance away every time. His joyful expression is overtaken by a worried one, broad dark eyebrows pulled together and wide defined lips slightly parted.

“Nothing, really, don’t worry about it” you try and deflect his concern, to no avail.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here first” he decides, grabbing you by the hand.

Holding your hand firmly in his large one, Taehyung leads you away from the crowd, away from the party, and you can tell he doesn’t really know exactly where to go just yet. He is just searching for a quiet place to talk to you in a building he doesn’t even know very well.

Opening a door after you two cut a corner to an empty corridor, he pushes you into a maintenance closet, with shelves on both sides and tools at the back. It was a small room that was barely large enough to fit you two comfortably. Taehyung seems to hesitate for a moment, but does end up closing the door behind you and turning on the light.

“Okay, I doubt anyone will find us here. Now, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. I’m on the verge of” you correct him, to which he just crosses his arms and throws you a look. You sigh and, without looking at his face, you confess what’s been bothering you so much. “I just… I wish I didn’t come here. Tae, I don’t fit in. I don’t know anyone and everyone is wearing such expensive and creative costumes while I’m… I showed up dressed up for Halloween as a witch, Tae. A witch. Like the basic bitch I am.”

“Hey!” he admonishes, taking your face in between his hands and making you look at his offended expression. “My girlfriend is anything but a basic bitch. You look better than anyone out there and idiot is anyone who doesn’t see it!”

You smile and lean your head in his hands, enjoying the comforting warmth.

“You have to say that because you’re my boyfriend. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

His demeanor changes subtly, his comforting hands leaving your face to clutch together in front of him, head hanging low and eyesight set on the floor beneath his feet.

“Not much of a boyfriend if I didn’t even realize how bad you were feeling. I’m sorry I forced you to come with me, Y/N” he apologizes, voice filled with guilt.

“Hey, none of that” is your turn to comfort him, separating his hands so you can sneak past them and hug him by the waist, chin prompted on his chest as you look up with affection. “You invited me to come and I said yes. It’s not your fault I’m feeling a bit sensitive today about all of this. And you’re doing a great job as my boyfriend so far, Taehyung.”

He smiles slightly at that, releasing his culpability with a heavy sight as he leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“Want to go home now, honey?” he asks.

“Yes, please. If you don’t mind.”

His smile stretches wider and he pecks at your lips, just a few inches away from his and just begging to be tasted. Hands resting on your wide hips, he is about to step back and guide you two back out when you stand on your toes to steal a kiss from him too, soft lips meeting in a sweet encounter.

It was supposed to just be a quick kiss, but soon a kiss turns into two and three, and then it’s too difficult to keep count anymore. Mouths refuse to part as the air in the small room thickens, your skin starts to tingle and scorch under his touch, your back hits the shelves behind you and stays constrained against them as Taehyung’s slim body presses into your soft one.

More than touch, his hands are squeezing your abundant flesh over your clothes, creating paths from your waist to your lower back, up to your shoulder and again down your sides. Your cheeks turn red in crimson heat, eager hands pulling at the silk shirt to untuck them so you can run your fingers directly against the warm skin of his hips and lower spine. Taehyung shudders and sighs under your touch and your stomach clenches in desire for so much more.

As much as your mind logically understands that you shouldn’t keep going, your body screams for more and more. So, you don’t even try to stop him when Taehyung’s wondering hands find themselves at your thighs, playing with the fishnet tights, digits sneaking in between the holes to press against your flesh.

“Oh, Tae…!” you whisper, arching your back and clawing at his waist.

“You want to stop?” he immediately questions, voice dripping with repressed lust.

“God, no!”

He chuckles and attaches his beautiful lips to the side of your neck while his hands grew busy. The tights added no constriction as he grazed his finger over your clothed core, charging up the already electrified pressure down in your womb. The black panties hide the growing stain right at your crotch but there is little you can do to hide how turned on you are once he pulls the garment aside and dips his digits directly into your velvet center.

You jump slightly at the touch, mewling as you hold on to his shoulders, letting your legs fall a bit more apart to give him better access.

“You are so wet, darling” he informs, as if you didn’t know, with a hint of wonder and almost disbelief behind his tone.

Simply mewling into his chest at that, his fingers start a lazy path up and down your slick slit, teasing at your clenching hole and drawing circles at the little engorged pearl on the other side of your lower lips. You feel like your insides are bowling, a desperation taking over your brain and body that only he could originate.

When his lips reach yours once again, tilting his head to the right so he can taste you fully, that’s when he slides the first finger in, a delectably long finger of his that drag against your clenching walls in the most pleasurable ways. He swallows your moans as he keeps kissing you, tongue revolving around yours at a similar pace his finger slid in and out of you. As your breathing grows rapidly shallow, he moves his mouth to instead bite at your ear, at the same time he decides to add another finger.

The stretch is wonderful in the most shameless ways and when he starts scissoring them inside while keeping them knuckle deep in you, the legs holding you up almost gave out. Then he curls his fingers, deep inside and grazing your cervix, right at that spot that clouded your vision with white spots of light. With a movement of his thumb against your sensitive clit, you come undone completely and it takes all of your inner strength not to yell out as the aching coil unfurled from within.

He allows you a moment to regain control over your thoughts, fingers still buried in you but immobile. When you lean back against the shelves, spent but functional again, he removes them and you watch with hooded eyes as he licks them clean, almost shyly. His eyes were as dark as his hair, cheeks tinted pink and lips bruised red.

“Do you… want to continue this back home? I may need a few minutes before we leave” he states, looking down at himself before raising his eyes back at you.

You follow his glance and realize what he was talking about. Even in denim jeans, there was no hiding the enormous bulge pressing against his zipper. It would be difficult to get out of here without anyone noticing it.

“Maybe we don’t need to go back home to continue” you suggest, biting your bottom lip as you allow your hands to fall from his shoulders down his chest and tug at his belt.

A shaky grunt leaves your boyfriend’s throat and he tilts your head up towards him. You see passion and lust behind his look as he brushes his thumb over your lips and then gives you his fingers for you lick any remaining trace of yourself clean. You suck on his digits at the same your hands undid the belt and pulled the pants down, tasting both his own unique sweet and spicy flavor as well as your own.

Slowly, you pull at the hem of his boxers to free his erection and pull it down to where his pants had fallen, just above his knees. Taehyung’s cock stood tall and proud, flushed a dark pink and curving up ever so slightly. The dying flame at the pit of your stomach flared back up intensely at the sight.

One hand pulling at his collar so you can kiss him seductively, the other one encircles his length and, with a rough grip, pumps up and down the erect dick. Grunts bubble up his throat as you do so, his hands grasping at your arms to ground himself. You use your fingers and thumb to stroke over the flushed tip while you move your fist around him and he almost chokes.

“Feeling good?” you question with your lips pressing just below his hear.

“Y-yeah, very” he manages to respond.

He would prove it soon enough, when after just a few more pumps of your hand leave him mad with desire and he steps back from you. Removing your hands from him, he ends up ripping your fishnets between your thighs in the attempt to pull them off and pushes your panties aside, aligning himself with your entrance while lifting one of your bulky legs with a hand beneath the knee.

He plunges inside in a swift move, your welcoming warm walls embracing him with pleasure. It makes the hair behind your neck stand up and a moany sigh escape you.

“Those were my only fishnets, Tae” you complain even in the midst of all these erotic sensations.

“Sorry, I’ll buy you new ones” he promises in a breathy whisper.

He starts rocking his hips back and forward, his cock inside pulsating and filling you completely as the tip nestled right up against your cervix. You have to take the back of your hand against your mouth to keep you from making noise, the heavenly feeling of his shaft dragging inside your walls too much for you handle. Every time his pelvis snaps against yours, the impact reaches your protruding clit and you jolt, heat rising off of you.

Your pliant muscles fit snuggly around his throbbing haft and the slickness increases as the fire grows, pressure building rapidly deep and low in your belly. Taehyung’s face was flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat, you could see the throb of blood on his temples as his hips snap forward harder and faster, deeper and desperate. The grip on your leg is so strong it may leave an imprint of his fingers and you don’t care one bit as his cock suddenly hits that hidden spot inside and you cried out into your fist, eyes closed and back arched.

Your body melts into pleasure that uncoiled from your womb and erupted abruptly, leaving your brain dizzy and muscles clenched in the pleasurable high until they gave out in the most satisfying release. Feeling your walls sucking him dry as they collapse around his cock, Taehyung thrusts just a couple of times before his own release floods through him like water, crashing down in molten waves that have him quivering and spilling inside of you.

Spent and tired, Taehyung still manages to reach for a box of tissue paper they had in store and take out a few of them. Slowly, almost painfully, he slips out from you and cleans the mixture of juices that spill out with the up most care. He throws the dirty tissues to the garbage can beneath the cleaning cart and pulls your panties back up as well as rearrange your tights. Then he buckles himself back up but not without leaning down to kiss your smiling lips one last time.

“Let’s get out of here and throw our own Halloween party back at home? Just the two of us?” he proposes, knowing perfectly well that was your ideal scenario.

“Yes, please” you smile with adoration at him and agree.

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sonicgetsrawed · 4 years

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Love is Love

All I gotta say is fuck homophobes!!! 💁🏻‍♀️ warnings for homophobia!! Enjoy!!!

Rapunzel’s squeal could be heard from a mile away, the blonde quickly scooping up the two younger boys in a fierce hug. “You guys look adorable!”

“Thanks, but I’d like to be able to, you know, breathe.” Hugo grumbled, trying and failing to get out of Rapunzel’s grip.

“At this point you should just accept it.” Varian laughed, bringing his arms up to return the hug as best he could.

“You know, Sunshine, ponytail is right, they do need to breathe.” Eugene said, patting Rapunzel’s shoulder gently telling her to let go of her victims.

“Right, sorry!” Rapunzel laughed, finally releasing the two boys. “But you do look adorable.”

Varian beamed, placing a kiss to Hugo’s cheek before the older spun him in a little circle. Hugo smiled down at his boyfriend, Varian wearing a pair of cuffed jean shorts, knee high rainbow socks, a grey tank top with the sleeves tied up with blue, purple, and pink ribbons that read ‘bi disaster- stay clear’ in bold print, his cheeks sporting small painted bi flags on them. Hugo was dressed similarly with the same shorts and socks, but his shirt was a grey crop top with pink, yellow, and blue ribbons on the sleeves which read ‘pantastic’ across the front, his cheeks sporting the pan flag on them, his hair tied up in colorful ribbons.

“Thanks! It was hell getting this one into anything that wasn’t a flannel.” Hugo said, slipping his hand into the back pocket of Varian’s jeans as Varian stuck his tongue out at him.

“Believe me, I know.” Eugene said, rolling his eyes as he pulled Rapunzel to his side.

“This is honestly so rude, I feel so attacked right now.” Varian teased, Eugene reaching forward to ruffle his hair.

“You know we love you.” Rapunzel said, trying and failing to hide her laugh behind her hand. “But we can’t show our pride on an empty stomach! Let’s go get some breakfast!”

Rapunzel ran ahead, Varian following quickly behind her, they did have the biggest appetites of the small group so Hugo wasn’t particularly surprised. He was surprised, however when Eugene placed a hand on his shoulder, a questioning look on his face. He couldn’t help the small swell of panic in his gut, he’d gotten more than one shovel talk from the man already and he didn’t expect them to stop anytime soon. “Hey, kid, you think you could paint those little flags on our faces too?”

Hugo smiled brightly, it seemed the holiday of sorts brought out the best in even Eugene. “Does Rapunzel have a makeup palette I can borrow?”

“Hell, I got my own.” Eugene said, clapping Hugo’s back and sending the young man pitching forward as he tossed a small makeup palette into the air. Hugo barely caught it, shooting a glare at Eugene’s back as he sauntered into the restaurant. Hugo took a deep breath, he wasn’t going to let anything ruin his mood today, and followed the group inside.

The diner was one they’d been to numerous times before, a quiet little place on the side of the road, not many people paid it much mind, but it was one of his favorite places. The worn out leather seats and the outdated tables have it a certain charm, and he had spent many nights both alone and with Varian in those booths. It held many special memories and now there’d be another, their first pride festival. Hugo had been many times in the past, but this was the first time he’d get to go with Varian and their friends. He slid into the booth next to Varian, his hand finding a spot on Varian’s thigh as soon as he was settled. Varian smiled at him, his hand resting on Hugo’s knee. Hugo returned the smile, rubbing their noses together.

“Gay.” A group of people snickered from a few tables over, the tone harsh and demeaning. Hugo shot them a glare over his shoulder, Varian giving his knee a light squeeze and shaking his head.

“Ignore them.” Varian said, placing a soft kiss to Hugo’s lips. More snickers sounded behind them.

“They’ve been doing that since we walked in.” Rapunzel said, angrily dumping an insane amount of sugar into her coffee.

Eugene pried the sugar out of Rapunzel’s hands. “It’s not worth it, Sunshine. Besides, Hugo agreed to give us little flags.”

“Really?” Rapunzel beamed, already sliding over to Hugo and Varian’s side of the booth. “Me first.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Varian laughed, moving over to sit by Eugene as Hugo pulled out the makeup palette. He made quick work of adding their respective flags to their cheeks, almost wishing he’d used makeup instead of face paint for him and Varian solely for the fact that Rapunzel and Eugene’s flags had a slight hint of glitter to them. By the time he’d finished their order had been taken and Varian was back at his side where he belonged.

“So what do we do when we get there?” Varian asked, spooning more whipped cream into his hot chocolate.

“Have fun.” Hugo said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He intended to say more, but another snicker caught his attention.

“I bet it’s real fun giving it to him up the ass.” One of the girls at the table said.

Hugo was seeing red at this point, those insensitive assholes kept making jabs the whole time they were there. Varian placed a hand on his cheek, lightly shaking his head. “Ignore them, they’re not worth it.”

“I bet you wish your guy gave it to you up the ass!” Eugene yelled across the dining room, standing up in his seat.

“Eugene.” Rapunzel hissed, pulling him back down. “Don’t give them the satisfaction. Let’s just go.”

The group slid out of the booth, not wanting to waste any more time there. They could always grab breakfast somewhere else, somewhere less hostile. They were almost to the exit when another voice echoed behind them. “Ah, I guess we know who wears the pants in the relationship, and I bet you let her peg you too, Eugene.”

Rapunzel froze, a look of anger crossing her face like Hugo had never seen before, her hand twitching at her side. “On second thought-“

“Blondie-“

Rapunzel moved quickly, spinning around and picking up a frying pan that just so happened to be sitting in the middle of the counter, sending it flying through the air. There was a brief moment of silence, an odd second where the pan seemed to be moving in slow motion as it soared through the air, and then it hit its target. The poor unfortunate, well not unfortunate in Hugo’s opinion, the idiot more than deserved it, sap at the center of the table of homophobes got hit square in the forehead with the pan, sending him flying back, his chair tipping over. There was another moment of silence and then all hell broke loose.

“You little bitch!” One of the girls yelled, lunging at Rapunzel, Eugene putting himself between the two. The girl had a smug look on her face, her voice mocking. “You wouldn’t hit a girl.”

“I’m an equal opportunist, cunt.” Eugene said, kicking the girls legs out from underneath her.

Hugo watched the situation unfold with a shocked expression, he hadn’t expected Rapunzel of all people to start a fight and yet here they were. He hadn’t even noticed another one of those sorry excuses for a decent human being sneaking up behind him until the sound of a plate breaking reached his ears. He turned to see Varian with the broken remains of a plate in his hands, the food on the floor with the person, a proud smirk on Varian’s face. It didn’t last long, the boy being tackled to the floor by another assailant. Hugo wasted no time jumping onto that person’s back and wrapping his arms around their throat. He didn’t know where Eugene and Rapunzel were, but given the sounds of the frying pan swinging through the air it couldn’t be far.

“Duck!” Rapunzel yelled, Hugo barely having time to follow the instruction before the frying pan collided with the person’s head, sending them pitching forward. Hugo rolled off their back, his head spinning as he hit the ground. He quickly pulled Varian to his feet, the younger looking a little dazed and sporting a freshly spilt lip, but otherwise in one piece.

“Are you okay?” Hugo asked, cupping Varian’s face as he checked for any more injuries. Varian hummed, nodding his head as he did so. Hugo placed a soft kiss to his forehead, opening his mouth to say more, but Rapunzel interrupted them.

“Well, I think that’s the last of them.” She said, dusting off her hands and tucking her frying pan underneath her arm.

“You did amazing, Sunshine.” Eugene said, wrapping his arm around his wife as they admired their handy work. Hugo and Varian joined them. The group shared a look, each of them knowing exactly what they meant.

“On the count of three?” Varian asked, a smirk already working its way onto his lips. “One, two, three!”

“Fuck you, homophobes!” The group shouted, each sticking up their middle fingers. The small diner erupted into applause. Their victory was short lived as the sounds of sirens reached their ears.

“How the fuck did I know you all would be at the bottom of this?” Cassandra said, pulling her sunglasses off, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the group, her badge glinting in the sunlight.

“Yeah, yeah I know the drill.” Eugene said, leading Rapunzel away from the scene and into the cop car. Hugo smiled widely as they left the diner, they’d probably never be allowed back but it was so worth it.

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Twelve hours later they all sat in a holding cell. After hours of processing and three failed phone calls to Nuru, they finally had a moment to relax. Rapunzel was on the women’s side, a line formed around her as she chatted to the other women and braided their hair. Eugene was currently playing a harmonica he’d taped to the underside of the bench a while ago. Varian rested his head on Hugo’s shoulder, their hands linked together.

After what seemed like an eternity Nuru burst through the door. Her sparkly rainbow skirt doing nothing to dim the petite girls fury. “I swear if I have to bail you guys out one more time-“

“I’ll buy you ice cream.” Hugo cut her off, a wide smile splitting her features, the small bi and trans flags crinkling on her cheeks.

“And Amber too?”

“Sure.” Hugo agreed with a tired sigh.

“Great she’s in the car.” Nuru said, stepping to the side so the guard could let them out.

The car ride was silent, Rapunzel and Eugene chatting quietly in the back, while Varian rested his head on Hugo’s shoulder. Hugo placed a soft kiss on top of his head, Varian turning to look up at him, a goofy smile on his face despite the tiredness that lingered in his eyes. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to go to your first pride festival.” Hugo whispered, Varian gently brushing Hugo’s stray hairs out of his eyes.

“It’s okay, I still had fun. Nothing better than telling off a bunch of assholes, right?” Varian said, yawning as he returned his head to its previous position. “Besides, there’s always next year.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be the best year ever.” Hugo said, kissing Varian’s head again as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

#tangled the series #varian #rapunzel #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo #varigo #eugene fitzherbert

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atypicalsenerio · 3 years

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How do you repay someone who's given everything you've ever asked for, with or without your knowing?

Ike's not even half as smart as Soren. He knows this. All this while, he's relied on him for many things; his objectiveness, his tactical analysis, and has always, always counted on him to have a clear mind when he could not.

But Soren-- Soren is also a living, breathing person, and that makes him much more than that. The icy mage can get distracted, shows irritation, huffs (but he knows he's satisfied, perhaps even happy) and veils himself behind a wall of words that say everything about him and also nothing to those who don't quite know him. Soren tries-- very, very much.

The grains of time had piled up like a mountain, each a glimmering gold. Soren had given all of that to him, since day one. He'd not noticed, because he was silly. He'd noticed, but knew that any he could pay back was but a dim silver.

And then, he'd not paid back at all, and the grains had continued to trickle still.

Fingers run across the portrait that he'd been gifted. A memory of the past, a rallying cry.

But to him, wouldn't need something like this. Unlike Ike, who forgets, who blunders.

Because-- all this while, Soren has forged his own path, looking onward. Whatever that drives him had always been ahead of him, so a token of the past wouldn't be as meaningful.

The night passes. The day breaks.

A knock comes to the mage's door. Ike invites himself in, greets Soren with a warm smile and a nod.

"Happy birthday."

"I thought that this one out of the rest would be the most meaningful for you. I wish I could think of more, but-- here."

“My memory’s not as good as yours, but this is as close as I can remember.”

The crinkling of oil paper reveals a simple meal. It's nothing special-- slices of bread and lettuce and bacon. The taste wouldn't be the same; he's not his mother, and neither does he know well enough the taste of homecooked lunch. The best mimicry he can make of it is in its shoddy craftsmanship.

But it's as much as he can make.

"... And, I also thought about what I should do for next time."

A faint rustling, and fingers unfurl to reveal a band impressed with a seal, strung up with a line of rope.

“The signet rings gave me an idea. These are meant to be heated and pressed into rock, and they’ll leave stamp marks. So if you see this on a tree or a rock, you’ll know that I’ve been along the way. And—”

A faint tinkle, and Soren should feel cool metal land in his own palm.

“Here. There’s one for you, too. So it won’t be just you who’s looking the next time.”

He spends the rest of the time there he has with Soren, as long as the lamps allow. Eventually, they have to say goodbye to each other, and Ike waves goodbye, knowing that they'll see each other the next day.

The door creaks shut.

...

There’s also another reason for them. Ike presses his fist shut around the ring, feeling as if it would deform under his grip. It’s but an illusion of flesh, but held so tight, the ring feels like it gains warmth of its own.

Perhaps it truly does, for when Ike releases, letting the string catch on his finger, it turns, twirling like a pendulum, swinging one way and the other.

He holds it out. The swinging doesn’t stop, not for a long time. Ike catches it, and its head faces south—towards the door he’d come from.

It could just be his imagination.

But also; whilst in Castle Nados, there was some evidence left. There wasn’t enough to make good for a teleport, as much as Ike would have loved to, but with what he had, he’d put it in the rings.

It was mostly sentimental value. There shouldn’t be any effect with this little, but even if he couldn’t feel the reputed pull that the powder brings towards linking two points in space, perhaps the metal could.

Perhaps. It’s a little edge more, one more tiny patch for a gaping hole. A trinket at best.

But it's transcended it's purpose in the past, and taken on a new one for the future.

The ring lands in his palm, twinkling like an eye.

Ike still can't find an true answer to the question-- not now, and not still. He's not smart enough for something that slices down to the bone.

That was always more Soren's thing. He just barged in like a brute, and did what he thought worked best.

Perhaps that's his answer, this time. Because it's in the present, which ticks by like a leaky sieve.

If you can’t cut the truth in two; warming it up little by little--

Ike supposes-- Maybe, that’s fine, too.

All day long, there had been one person Soren wanted to see most on his birthday. They were close enough that Soren wouldn’t have minded if Ike was busy, they spent so many of their days together. It was with a softened smile that he welcomed Ike to his room, other gifts on his bed.

“Ike. Thank you. It has been. I wonder who let the date slip to everyone else. I have to admit I’m surprised by it.” This amount of casual attention, perhaps bordering on affection from others, people who mostly barely knew him, was too much to pass off as just flattery from someone trying to get their way or a favor returned to him. Being a part of a community and seeing it manifest in the smallest of ways in notes and trinkets had touched him in a way he hadn’t expected, nor voice directly to anyone else.

Ike, however, was the highlight of his day. Even empty handed, he would be. When all else faded, when it was no longer his birthday, he would still have Ike.

Perhaps the events of the day had him feeling especially sentimental. Soren took the offered sandwich, looking up at Ike. “This is how your mother used to make your lunch, isn’t it? It’s simple, but it really is my favorite meal. Perhaps your love of bacon is contagious,” he teased, voice gentle. “I might have a plain palette, but I wouldn’t change a thing about it. Funny, how the mind works,” he said fondly, taking a bite. There was nothing inherently special about the bread, lettuce, or bacon, but the memory attached made it all crisper, sweeter.

He set the sandwich down and turned his attention to the ring in Ike’s hand, watching it lower into his own palm. His heart skipped a beat at the association, foolishly, of rings and someone he cared for. (Who was the dense one here, anyway? Was it in fact, Soren? He was giving Ike’s history of being oblivious a real run for its money if he was…) Soren swallowed, a slight blush on his face as Ike explained. Hopefully, there would be no next time they were separated, but if there was—

“That’s brilliant. You’re brilliant. Thank you, Ike. I’ll guard mine well.” He slipped the ring on his finger to admire it, and felt the cord it was attached to. He raised his head, and he took a step forward.

A rush of affection carried him the rest of the short distance to Ike. Soren couldn’t remember initiating a hug before, but he did it before he could think, taking advantage of the chance to hide his warm face against Ike’s chest and cling to him in a display he didn’t want to hold back from anymore.

Every admittance and display of his flaws over the years, every conversation that had been a burst of what had always eaten away at him, the grounds for which anyone else would reject him, every part of himself or his background that had made him feel alone and unlovable— every syllable had been like asking Ike, ‘Are you sure you want me? Are you sure I’m worthy of being your friend? Are you sure, are you sure, are you sure?’ And every gesture, every answer from Ike had always been a confident, steady, ‘Yes’, as though Soren had never needed to ask at all, had never needed to fear his own vulnerable spots.

Soren squeezed Ike’s body in his smaller arms for a moment, hoping he was doing this whole hug thing right, overwhelmed and happier than he knew what to do with, for once overflowing with something other than painful memories and a silhouette that used to feel more shaped by old wounds and recurring rejection than his own lived life. “Thank you, Ike. For being here.” For being you, the only way you know how, so natural to you you don’t see how exceptional you are.

“I think I’d like to keep celebrating birthdays from now on.”

#//IKE #//BIG PLEAD FACE #//I finally had time to sit and Write but I was thinking about this for days #//Soren likely notices anything more about the ring later #//that concludes his birthday!#//I’m soft ok #ceaselessblade #ask

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Cats 2019: A Spectacle of a Trainwreck

I saw cats 2019. And I had a lot of thoughts about it. So I thought I'd write an essay. Because that's what I do when I have a lot of feelings about something. I write about it.

So, I’m going to start this off by saying that I’m actually a huge fan of the original musical. I get the songs stuck in my head constantly. My personal favorite rendition is the 1998 direct-to-video adaptation. When I first saw the trailer, I was terrified. I saw that they were adding a speaking plot, and I immediately knew there were going to be a lot of changes. I was prepared, though, because the original musical would be very hard to sell to general audiences. Hell, Cats is hardly a musical for people that like musicals. Cats us a beast of its own kind. A lot of changes would have to be made if this were going to do well at all in the box office. So, I promised myself that I would go into it with an open mind.

My mom asked me a couple months later if I would go with her to see it. Now, as most of you die-hards would know, seeing Cats with your mother is a very dangerous gamble. Either she’ll understand what’s going on in That Scene, or she won’t. But either way, you’ll be uncomfortable the whole time. I didn’t know if they were going to include the scene or not. I was hoping so because I would love to see the reactions, but also praying that it would be cut because Jesus Christ I’m seeing it with my mother. I agreed, though, because I knew I was contractually obligated to see this damn thing and if my mom took me I wouldn’t have to spend my own money on the ticket. So, the release happens, a few days go by, and then my mom and I walk into an empty theater on the morning of Christmas Eve.

It was certainly a spectacle of a film. Everything was super vibrant and flashy. I absolutely adored the giant sets. I honestly think it’s incredible that they actually built giant sets so the actors would look effectively cat-sized. They looked a little too small, but then again, Jellicle cats are rather small. Also, my sense of cat size is warped because my own cat, Comet, is absolutely massive. But I digress.

Aside from the set design and the flashy palette, though, one thing really bothered me visually. And it will surprise no one. I really, really didn’t like the cats themselves. Design-wise, fine, they’re alright. Their faces are a little creepy but it’s not that bad. Add a little more cheek fluff and you’re good. However, there’s a specific reason I didn’t like that they did CGI fur rather than practical costumes. It cheapened the dancing.

The moment you slap something CGI onto something real, it makes the real thing look like it’s CGI. That’s just unavoidable. During the whole movie, I couldn’t really get over the fact that they looked CGI because it made the dancing look like it was computer-animated rather than real people actually dancing. Which sucks, because when you look past the gross look of their digital fur, the choreography and the dancers were incredible. (Although I do wish it was a bit more… feline. The original musical’s choreography wasn’t as complex or impressive, but it really got the message across that they’re cats, and not just human dancers with cat features.) It’s really a shame. If they had been in practical costumes, they would have looked like much better dancers. Creating practical costumes would have also added a bonus of getting to create interesting, modern reimaginings of the old 80’s fluffy wigs and legwarmers.

Now, on to the story and characters. Some changes I liked, some I was fine with, and some I didn’t like one bit. I think it would be easiest to share all of my thoughts by going down the list of musical numbers and sharing my thoughts on each one, with some digressions to talk about other related things. I don’t think I need to say this, but many spoilers lie ahead. I’m going to mostly assume that you, the reader, have at least a basic knowledge of the original plot and characters of Cats, but I’ll fill in crucial details here and there as needed. Here we go.

When the movie opens, we’re treated to a fresh new story for one of the main chorus cats, Victoria. In this film, she’s an abandoned cat dropped off at the dump in a canvas bag. I immediately knew she’d be our main character. I found the decision to make her a newcomer to be a pretty smart one. Victoria became the audience stand-in, since the movie is assuming you’re going into this having never seen Cats.

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats was a banger. Can’t deny that. It was fun and upbeat, and the choreography was great. I loved the junkyard set, too. Plus, through the speaking plot, they gave The Naming of Cats a little more justification. Honestly, I think the entire speaking plot was just a huge justification for the songs for people that can’t connect the dots between them. But whatever. Anyways. Macavity also appears in this scene, but I’m going to get to him later.

I wish they kept Victoria’s solo dance… you know, a solo. The dance with Munkustrap was lovely, but I wish Victoria got to keep it. This is due to my own personal bias of that dance being my favorite, though.

Now, The Invitation to the Jellicle Ball brings me to a character that changed a lot. Mr. Mistoffelees. They say, in his song, that he is vague and aloof. There was nothing vague nor aloof about this Mistoffelees. They turned him into a hapless, bumbling fool. Personally, I thought he was kind of cute, but it seemed like an unneeded change. The plot would have been fine without it. I liked his pencil wand, though. I suppose they wanted to make the relationship between Victoria and Misto more sympathetic? Rather than making Misto this cool, distant character that any newcomer kitty cat would fall for, they gotta make him clumsy and dumb so Victoria doesn’t look shallow I guess? I dunno. It’s fine. I’m fine with it. Everything’s fine.

Also that song was fine.

Gumby Cat. Oh, Jennyanydots, what have they done to you? Okay, I’ll say it, I’ve never really found Rebel Wilson to be all that funny. I know, boo me, I’m the worst, I suck, moving on. She was fine in this role, and I’ll admit, some of the gags were pretty silly and fun, but watching Cat Rebel Wilson eat tiny roach people was just… not great. Also, the mice were creepy. *shudders*

Now, I’m going to go into this next song’s review with a disclaimer. The Rum Tum Tugger, in Cats 1998 specifically, is my favorite character. I love him. He’s an 80’s rockstar himbo delight with a smooth, sexy voice and he knows it. God help me. When I heard Jason Derulo would be playing the new Tugger, I found it to be a pretty obvious choice in making Tugger new and hip to the modern crowd. It’s fine, I get it. However, making him, like… Not as smooth? I don’t get why they did that. He’s supposed to be an unflinching badass personification (catification?) of swag and confidence. I didn’t like that change one bit. #NotMyTugger

Grizabella the Glamor Cat was pretty great. I loved Jennifer Hudson killed her role in this movie. 10/10 amazing job. However, this song brings me to another matter entirely. I couldn’t tell who was singing it! Pretty much none of the chorus cats were recognizable to me. I could pick out Jemima and that’s pretty much it! It took someone telling me that they changed Demeter to a russian blue for me to even have a chance of knowing which one she was. Demeter is one of my favorite cats, and we’ll be talking about her again later.

Although I wasn’t expecting it, I really liked Bustopher Jones. I thought that it was fun that they really went for it, making him shown literally digging through the garbage for all of the gourmet food he loves so much. It’s not made very clear in the original musical that this was what it was implying. I’m glad they did this, because otherwise it probably would have flown over everybody’s heads. I miss the “toodle-pip” though.

I loved Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. They chilled it down a lot, which I was fine with, though I did miss their loud cockney accents and eccentric choreography. I also miss the double cartwheel… The movie made up for it, though, with having really fun imagery. This one was definitely my favorite one from the movie. They made them more like sly, seasoned mischief-makers, rather than boisterous bastards. (I do love bastards, though…)

I loved Old Deuteronomy. Judi Dench is wonderful, and that song is always a lovely delight. Not much else to say about it.

Can we get an F in chat for The Pekes and the Pollicles? It shall be missed.

They cut down a significant amount of the ten-minute dance sequence that takes place in the middle of the show. DAMN them for shortening it. Cowards, the lot of you. However, this also means they cut out That Scene. I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. To those saying this movie is incredibly horny, I BEG you to go watch Cats 1998. THAT movie is horny. It has The Scene, and also a multitude of ass shots throughout the film.

Also I was fine with them changing Victoria’s dance with Plato. (I think they replaced him with Munkustrap? I don’t quite remember.)

I loved Memory. Jennifer Hudson. *chef’s kiss* Amazing.

Beautiful Ghosts was… fine. It was a lovely song, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t… sound like the rest of the musical. It sounds more modern than the rest of the soundtrack. And they modernized the soundtrack, too, so that’s saying something. It just felt a little out of place for me. Also, I don’t like its placement. Let me explain.

Grizzabella and Gus the Theater Cat are supposed to be comparisons of each other. They’re both old and nearing their final days, wishing for days long past. However, the thing that makes them different is their relationship to the other Jellicle cats. While Grizzabella is cast out and rejected, Gus is loved by the clan and he’s a very strong candidate for being the Jellicle choice. There’s already a song between their two songs, The Moments of Happiness, but that song acts as more of a bridge between the two songs, rather than an interruption like Beautiful Ghosts feels to be.

I liked Gus the Theater Cat. Ian McKellen seemed to like his role, which I liked. He’s amazing at everything he does, too, so his performance was no surprise.

Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat was fun and upbeat and everything I hoped it would be. 10/10 would tap dance again.

I didn’t like Macavity the Mystery Cat at all. They cut Demeter out of it entirely, removing her implied history with Macavity, and in the process removing her entire relationship with Bombalurina. Instead, they made Bombalurina Macavity’s bitch. She got the song all to herself. And I’ve gotta say it. I don’t like Taylor Swift. That song felt like nails on a chalkboard. I hated every moment of it. Also, I find it hilarious that they kept the lyric, “Macavity’s a ginger cat. He’s very tall and thin.” and he is very obviously none of those things in this movie.

I didn’t like a lot of things about Macavity, too. I liked Macavity he got more of a presence than in the stage musical, but some things were kind of… lame I guess. Some of the scenes on Growltiger’s boat (I thought they would do Growltiger’s last stand but I was wrong!) were slow and boring. Even their little “action” scene. They also removed the Macavity fight scene, where he tries to kidnap Demeter. Very cringe of them. ANOTHER thing that is very cringe fail terrible was what they did to Grizzabella. They stripped her of her original backstory and just made her Macavity’s ex. FORGET that. Horrible. Hate it. Stop making everything about Macavity.

Back to Mistoffelees and his own song. Although I didn’t like that they removed Tugger’s role in Mr. Mistoffelees, I understood why. They turned him into a main character, so of course he had to sing his own song. However, they kept the lyric, “His manner is vague and aloof,” (well, “My manner is vague and aloof.”) which I find very silly of them. Yet another lyric that directly contradicts what the movie is providing. Also, I didn’t like the lack of dancing in this scene! Mistoffelees is one of my favorite dancers in the original productions. Specifically the big, impressive toe touches. Cowards.

I wish they let Jemima keep her solo. I know why they gave her solo to Victoria, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Congrats, Webber, you got to cut your ex-wife’s part out of the musical. *claps*

I liked the reprise of Memory and the subsequent journey to the Heaviside layer. I loved the chandelier balloon, too. It was all very emotionally impactful. My mom literally cried next to me during Memory’s reprise. Amazing job.

I never really liked The Ad-dressing of Cats in the musical because it feels unnecessary after such an emotional, perfect ending note with the journey to the Heaviside layer, but this version was kind of fun, I guess. Old Deuts looking directly into the camera was a little off-putting, though.

Overall, I thought this movie was fine. Will I watch it again? I don’t know, maybe. If someone put it in front of me, I would probably watch it, but I’m probably not going to go seeking it out when Cats 1998 is right there. It was fun, and it was definitely a spectacle. But was it Cats? Mmmmmm… It sure does look like Cats, but it doesn’t really feel like Cats. Do I think it’s a good movie for someone that isn’t already a fan of the musical? I don’t know, maybe? I’m seeing that most people hate it, which is a shame. If anything, I hope this movie compels people to seek out other productions of this musical. It really is a fun romp of a musical that I think people might like if they give it a try. I mean, it was Broadway’s longest running show in its time for a reason.

Do I recommend this movie? Sure. Go see it if you want. I’m not about to give this movie a score out of ten, because I find those kinds of rating arbitrary. But sure, go see Cats. Maybe it’ll lead you toward the superior version. Cats 1998.

#cats the musical #cats musical #cats 2019 #cats 1998 #jellicle cats #cats review #long post

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Femme: 06

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Summary: The year is now 3019. Women were going extinct, cryogenics was the only hope for society. Now Femme Industries is the provider of Females, they use computer analysis and algorithms to match a femme to her male applicants. It is common for femme’s to match with multiple applicants. When you match with seven handsome young men, it is a challenge. But you love a challenge.

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, Kwon Jiyong (GD) x Big Bang, GOT7 x OC, Eventual TXT x OC

Rating: Fluff so far

Warnings: none

Length: 1.4k words

It was quiet. Stepping out the room, shuffling past the deserted living room and landing in the empty kitchen. The clock said it was half past nine. There was a note on the bench.

Y/n if you are reading this we have all gone to work. Feel free to use anything and go anywhere in the house. Yoongi says to not enter his work room as there is expensive equipment. If you wish to enter my library to borrow books that is okay. JK left his Laptop for you to use, if you get bored. If you need anything the landlord is on the first floor just ask at the front desk. Please treat this as your home and help yourself.

Namjoon and the boys.

P.S. Jimin left breakfast in the microwave he says eggs, tofu, rice and kimchi.

Breakfast was delicious. Kimchi was hard to adjust to. You were trying to get used to it however foreign it was to your palette. Opening the diary of Namjoon’s mother was interesting, you couldn’t read anything and that brought up some determination to learn Korean.

With a few internet searches, you found the latest social media platforms and began making an account. Undecided on what to name it, you thought ‘Behind the Scenes Femme World’ but that didn’t seem right. With a sigh you typed simply ‘BTS World’ this would do for now and you could change it after more thought.

Making a video was easy, thankfully the technology had an automatic translation and a really quick editing system. You made a video about the process of waking up in the pod to this moment and all the thoughts a feelings you had. Editing rendering and uploading was completed almost instantly and you added a picture to another platform and a post to another all leaving links back to the video.

You closed the laptop and there was beeps from the front door, Jungkook walked in saw you and ducked his head. He did a shuffle down the hall way to his room. You bit your lip and shuffled after him careful to make noise so he knew you were heading towards him, you knocked on his door which was open a fraction.

He opened the door wearing workout clothes and he was unpacking a gym bag. He stopped and turned bowing low his hands clasped together. You knelt down in front of him looking up at him his eyes were scrunched shut and he was ringing his hands.

“I am sorry Noona, you can hate me, I can even leave if you can’t stand to be alone with me” His lip trembled uncontrollably and his voice cracked. Hands cupping his cheeks he opened his eyes and dropped lower onto the floor.

“Jungkook, Look at me. Jk. Jungkook, Jungkoooook. Kookie” You laughed trying to get the younger boys attention. You began pretending to tickle his neck and ears “Kooookie… I am the one who should be sorry, you did nothing wrong, can I get a hug?”

He looked up and you pulled him into a hug and your stomach growled causing him to smile, he reached up onto his desk and pulled out a small box and bowed holding it out to you. It was wrapped in a ribbon and you gently took it and he looked up nervous as you started to open it. On a dainty gold chain with an engraved plate with hangul. “It say ‘Bangtan seoyeondan’ it means uh bulletproof boy scouts, my eomma she help uh for you”

“I love it so much thank you, Kookie” Pulling Jungkook in for a hug and swaying gently side to side. When you pulled away he rubbed the back of his neck his face ears and neck red. His stomach growled and you grinned “Lunch time?”

The two of you headed to the kitchen after you placed the bracelet into the jewelry box, you didn’t want it ruined. Jungkook was looking in the fridge and you leaned in grabbing ingredients to make some amazing omelettes with spinach and shallots mushrooms and more. Sitting at the table Jungkook began telling you about his work. Jungkook worked as a personal trainer and taekwondo instructor at a gym across town. He was teaching you Korean words and gave you an empty book to practice writing hangul.

Yoongi returned home in a business suit, he removed his tie as he walked to his room. Jungkook laughed and explained that Yoongi was a music producer and pianist and that he only left to meet clients and occasionally perform in competitions. Taehyung stepped inside and grinned he had a container and he smiled happy to see you both getting along again.

“How was work?” You spoke in Korean as you had been taught and Taehyung smiled at your efforts

“I photograph wedding and after I have cake” he said placing the container in the fridge and then sitting at the table and showing me beautiful wedding pictures of the seven grooms and the beautiful bride. “This is mark and Jackson and this one here is Jaebum”

“They all look so happy” The door opened and Jhope stepped inside with a sigh he had a bandage on his hand, his lips were turned down. You repeated the phrase in Korean asking him how his day was and his face seemed to instantly pull up into a smile.

“Jagiya, you are so choot” he ran over all bouncy and you opened your arms. He mumbled in Korean. Releasing you from his embrace he saw your confused face and pouted “A puppy bit me again”

Hoseok went off to get changed and Taehyung left saying he had to edit photo’s. Jungkook explained that Hoseok worked as a vet, you were learning and writing down new words he gave or couldn’t translate. Jimin came home his hair looked lighter and when he ducked his head and smiled at your greeting a powder filled the air. He headed off to the shower.

“Jimin has a bakery” Jungkook smiled his voice cracking as he stressed the words has. Jimin and Hoseok met in the living room both dressed in work out gear. They waved speaking Korean before leaving out the door, manoeuvring around Namjoon who had just arrived home. You were now feeling more confident about your pronunciation as you asked Namjoon about his day.

“Perfect johasseo, it was good.” He praised you coming over to read your writing taking your pen and correcting a few spelling mistakes. He helped you with a few things you were confused about and taught you the basic greetings and yes and no.

“You must be tired, I won’t keep you working when you just finished work” You said looking guilty and he laughed and told you that this was helping taking his mind off his work. “Can I ask where you work?”

“I work as a police detective” he checked his watch and looked to the door. You looked over as well, wondering what he was looking at. Jungkook walked over to the entrance and pulled out some slippers, before returning back to the table. Namjoon turned back to you and smiled “Jin is home”

“How do you know?” You challenged him raising your eyebrow as he got up and boiled the kettle. He was busy preparing a cup of tea offering you one to which you declined.

“He leaves work the same time every day and gets home the same time every day” You nodded and walked to the entrance and smiled waiting. The sound of the number lock pad beeped and the door opened.

“How was your day?” You asked and he whined in Korean and you took his bag and helped him remove his jacket hanging it up. He smiled at you and walked inside sitting at the table getting mad about something in Korean hand gestures flying. Stepping behind him you placed your hands on his broad shoulders and gently massaged the area he seemed to relax.

Namjoon and Jungkook were grinning over their cups of tea, you hummed the soothing song Yoongi had made for your music box. He leaned his head back over the chair and looked up at you. You walked back around to your seat and he threw you a wink causing you to blush.

Jin went to his room and returned in a sweater and jeans and placed on an apron. Sitting at the breakfast bar watching him cook he made puns in English and it made you laugh. Dinner was almost ready and Taehyung and Jungkook began setting the table.

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High Anxiety: Chapter 1

Chapter Warnings:

Panic attack, vomiting

Credits:

Goth: @nekophy

Palette: @angeutblogo

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"Hey, we should try that one first!" Palette exclaimed, hooking his arm around Goth's and dragging him towards the line for one of the roller coasters.

Staring up at the steel structure as a group of riders dropped down into a series of loops, the smaller skeleton said, "I remember hearing this thing's supposed to go over one hundred miles per hour; are you sure you want to start with this one?"

The taller flashed a wide grin as they took their spot in line, "Sure I'm sure! This one's right by the entrance, so it makes sense to start here. After this one, we can keep working our way through the park."

"Alright then," Goth conceded, thinking back to the invitation he had received this morning; Palette had found out today was one of his rare days off and had invited him to come to the amusement park. The hooded monster had readily agreed; any time spent with his secret crush was time well spent, in his opinion. Gradually, the line moved along until they arrived at the front. Following his companion's lead, he stepped forward as the gates opened and took one of the empty seats. As one of the workers came by and pushed a pair of padded restraints over their shoulders, he leaned forward a bit and asked, "So what do we do now?"

Palette blinked, staring at him for a moment, "What? You've never been on a roller coaster before?"

"No," Goth replied, feeling his face heat up in mild embarrassment, "I don't usually go out much. I've only ever read about them in books; this is my first time riding one."

"You're in for some real fun then!" the starry-eyed monster bounced excitedly in his seat, grasping the metal handles of his restraints, "You won't have to do anything besides holding onto the handles, the ride does all the work! It'll take us up into the air and when we get to the top, it'll follow the track through all the turns and loops until we end up back here."

"So... it's like flying?" Goth queried.

"Kind of," Palette bobbed his skull in agreement. Goth leaned back in his seat, satisfied with the explanation; he used his magic to float in the air all the time, so this sounded like it would be the same, only faster.

A mechanical whirring noise caught his attention as the floor beneath them sank, leaving their legs to dangle as Goth quirked his sockets, "Why did the floor move?"

"They need to move it to start the ride," Palette answered as the seats shook and began to move forward and upward. This wasn't what Goth knew about roller coasters; he remembered reading about cars that the rider would sit securely inside with seat belts and handlebars.

"It's supposed to be doing this, right?" Goth's anxious voice was nearly drowned out as the wind picked up.

"Supposed to be doing what?" the taller yelled back before exclaiming, "Stars, you can almost see the whole park from here! Isn't this cool?!"

Goth had always heard the phrase 'never look down', but he had never really understood it... until now. His breath hitched as he stared at the grassy area far below his dangling feet; he didn't like this, it was too high. The skeleton pushed on the padded restraints as they kept climbing higher into the sky, suddenly feeling like they were far too restrictive; he didn't want to be up here anymore, he wanted to go back down... why couldn't he go back down?!

"I can't do this...," He gasped, pushing more forcefully on the restraints to no avail, "I want to get out, I can't do this!"

"What?" Palette peeked through the hole in the shoulder restraints in confusion, "They can't stop the ride n-"

"No! I want to get out! Let me out!" Goth screamed as he struggled to pry the restraints back far enough to where he could slip out; the only thing he succeeded in doing was increasing his panic as his efforts were met with unyielding resistance from the locking mechanism.

A hand latched onto his, momentarily distracting him from his escape attempts, "Goth, stop! You're going to hurt yourself or worse!"

"I don't want to be here anymore! Let me down!" the smaller monster pleaded in misery as a clattering sound alerted him to the impending drop before them; tears sprung to his sockets as he recoiled into his seat wailing, "No no no! Please, make it stop; I don't want this!"

"It's going to be okay, I won't let anything bad happen," Palette promised, squeezing his hand tighter as the ride paused at the apex of the lift hill, "just close your sockets and hold on tight."

"NooOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Goth's protest devolved into terrified screeches as the coaster dipped, looped, and swerved around the track with its occupants. True to their word, Palette never let go of his hand; however, the gesture did little to calm the smaller as he hunkered into his seat like a cage animal, tearfully awaiting the moment his body would impact the ground with his socket clamped so tight he felt they would crack from the pressure.

Finally, after nearly two minutes of being subjected to the coaster's high-speed whims, the ride slowed as it arrived back at the starting point and his screams and sobbing trailed off into pitiful hiccups and sniffles.

"See? You did good," Palette praised, gently jostling the hand he was holding in encouragement, "You made it to the end."

"I... I wanna get off... please let me off... please... no more...," Goth rasped, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, dizzy, somehow nauseous, and completely mortified by his vocal display.

The taller kept soothing him as the floor rose back up, "The ride's done; the workers are releasing the harnesses now." Moments later, a pop signaled their freedom; Goth shoved the shoulder harness up and away, clambering out of the seat only to collapse onto the metal grate with a sharp gasp when his legs refused to support his weight. An acrid feeling traveled up his throat as one of the workers called out, forcing a gag reflex as bitter magic spilled onto the ground in front of him. Palette quickly pushed their restraints out of the way, crouching beside him to rub his back and mutter soothing words as he continued to heave.

The queasy feeling subsided after a minute, leaving behind a burning sensation as he gulped down air in unsteady gasps. A soft voice asked beside him, "How are you feeling; do you need anything?"

Goth shakily raised his skull to mollify his companion, "... I-"

"Ugh, so gross; they better clean that up!"

"Seriously; why would you get on a roller coaster if you can't handle it?"

"I know, right? I came to enjoy the ride, not watch to some kid puke."

"How is he even doing that; do they even have stomachs?"

"They're probably just doing it to get attention."

"Yeah; how pathetic can you get?"

Goth lowered his skull once more, grasping at his hood and pulling it down to hide his flushed and tear-streaked face in shame as the nearby female voices criticized him. He had never wished he could crawl into a hole and disappear more than in that moment as he hunched in on himself, quietly trying to stifle his whimpers so as not to draw more attention than he already had.

#Poth #Goth #Palette Roller #HA #Short stories #MyWriting #TW: Panic attack #TW: Vomiting

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