#cd verse

[crystallizedday]

So

Ya know how I mentioned in my previous post that I made this Samurai Jack oc based on a character I saw in a dream?

Well

It happened again.

Kind of.

It was Demongo himself with two heads, but I felt like making a different design entirely with that concept.

& then my hubby @aceofcards0715 wanted to join in on the fun & made his own, gifting me his bby to have since he didn’t know what to do with her.

So now I have 3 fire bbies

Since I originally made Boron Demongo’s “brother” (which… I mean, I like to think he was just created under similar environmental circumstances, saw Demmy, & went “you’re my brother now! We’re having soft tacos later!”), I guess uh

I guess I’m just starting a new trend of creating Demongo siblings…

It’s like the fuckin “Demongo children craze” of old & im kinda vibing with it IWNWKWMWOSMSODKWODM

Uh

If any of y’all feel like making your own

Pop off! I’d love to see em!

I used this chart for the names & colors & shit, so if ya wanna go by this thing, go right ahead!

#samurai Jack #SJ #Demongo #Demongo siblings #cd art #cd artwork #cd verse #CDverse #time is a flat circle #KWNWKWMWKWMWOSMSOSM #we just really like making characters with fiery hair #we can all admit it KWMWKWMWOMS

[unauthorized-output]

Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses scans from the cd cover and insert

#slipknot #alternative rock #1990s #metal #2000s #90s music #cd collection #heavy metal #nu metal #joey jordison #mick thomson #jim root #paul gray #shawn crahan #sid wilson #subliminal verses #corey taylor

[butchdoggy]

i made the silt verses season one into cds and a cd book!!!

i used the official art for the discs and created an original design for each episode for each cd folder!!! the fabric is canvas i dyed with natural dyes. i embroidered parts of the logo onto the fabric. i'm very happy with how this project came out, and grateful that i was given the skills and resources to make this project i've wanted to create for a long time about this show that i love so much let me know if you have any questions about my process!!!!!!!

#the silt verses #tsv #the silt verses s1 #bookmaking #printmaking #cd #embroidery #the silt verses fanart #screenprinting

[badnewswhatsleft]

(audio starts 10s in) i've been casually collecting some cd singles mostly for the artwork and the novelty of it all tbh, but i got this and never knew there was a "guitars down" version of sugar :0 upon listening it seems the biggest differences with this vs the album version are:

the instrumentals/sustained controlled feedback that usually plays behind the prechoruses is also used between the chorus and the 2nd verse, over the normal chuggy riff

the backing vocal harmonies in the chorus seem to be significantly brought forward which sounds STUNNING, easily the highlight of this version

made it (+the music or the misery) available to download as a flac file here :)

#tbh thank you to decaydancemp3 for basically obliquely teaching me abt that 10s workaround #i knew there were apparently a million iterations of sugar but like. i only js rdiscovered sometimes these cd singles have COOL THINGS #fall out boy #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #pete wentz #time capsule #spin for you #theres also smthn different happening in the 2nd prechorus but tbh idk what. like an extra.. zwoopy.. slide..maybe #2nd half of 2nd verse from 'isnt it messed up' also seems to have some more bg sustained notes but might be hallucinating atp #i always sucked shit at aural music theory exams

[trshednscatterd]

new additions to my cd collection :3

#cds #green day #mcr #my chemical romance #my chem #danger days #green day saviors #nimrod #slipknot #subliminal verses #music #cd collection

[nirvana-collector]

Sliver - The Best of the Box was released on this day in 2005. On the picture you can see the fucked up sticker (SNAPPY) and the corrected one (SAPPY).

November 1, 2005

#nirvana #sliver the best of the box #snappy #sappy #kurt cobain #kurdt kobain #frances bean cobain #geffen #dgc #cd #cd collector #debrecen #krist novoselic #dave grohl #novoselic #cobain #grohl #verse chorus verse

[bravewolfvesperia]

planned starter | @altosk

Upon waking up, he still felt hazy. He barely remembered if what he last remembered had been a dream or had actually happened. For the most part he remembered speaking to Duke, but Raven showing up trying to steady him at the last second had been so vague. Before he passed out he had felt so dizzy and unsteady. Was it really just his wound...? He highly doubted a single stab wound pushed his body to this point. If he had to guess, it was probably the fall that did the worst of it, and he doubted he hit the water at all. Even if he somehow miraculously survived that, his bones sure as shit would not have.

On top of that, he wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been in this state for, single time waking up for a short time aside. His body was probably weak from lack of nutrition... The longer he was stuck here, the weaker he would get, but... as much as he wanted to get up and do something, maybe even just figure out what was going on and how long he'd been out for, his body wasn't having it. As it was, he could barely sit up without a sharp groan of discomfort.

Instead of getting up, he leaned against the wall. Unless he could steady himself, there was no point in getting up - or at least, even trying to. If Duke had gone off on his way already though, had he at least told someone Yuri was here? He hadn't actually known if anyone had been around taking care of him since... and Duke didn't seem to be the type to go around talking to people to find out who knew Yuri to let them know he needed looking after.

He wanted to find out - had the immediate instinct to move forward to try to get off the bed, but the pain had stopped him instantly and forced him to lean back against the wall even stiffer than before. Finally he just sighed, resigning himself to staying against the wall for a while longer. Not being able to move was already annoying in itself, but he was quite positive he was going to get hungry sooner than later, and that was going to suck too.

#altosk #{ verse: canon } #{ thread: 10 } #/ goodbye old canon hello drama cd canon /

[chiropteracupola]

regular achievable plans (what if we learned a language simply because we wanted to get better at cataloguing different versions of johnny has gone for a soldier/siúil a rún...)

#news from the cupola #ballads and things #OKAY SO my normal first place to do lyrics look-up is mainlynorfolk which lists four versions #the version I've listened to the most for the johnny version is mark o'connor's which doesn't Have the chorus as a sung part #and most with the sung chorus either have it as siúil a grá or siúil a rún (transliteration variable) even when the rest of the song's #in english! something by which I'm Fascinated. #now the OTHER thing that's perplexing is that mainlynorfolk lists a john tams version of johnny with the siúil a grá chorus #but the only place I can track down a recording of mr tams singing this is Inside A Sharpe Episode #and what's also mysterious to me here is that the mainlynorfolk version lists a chorus and verse that doesn't Happen in the sharpe version #quick scan of another version (pete seeger) which isn't listed in the four variations I looked at earlier Also doesn't have those verses #WAITAMINUTE HEY I'm a fool it's in the STRANGE SOUNDTRACK CD #...and with a bit more looking I'VE FOUND IT AND IT'S GOT THE EXTRA VERSES IN IT #anyway back to the original point of this post which is that I realized that I've memorized about half of siúil a rún phonetically #and I should learn the proper demarcations of sound in the words so I can sing it more nicely and without my usual stumblemumble #altho' I'm also tempted to learn the weird john tams version except I know I'll be tempted to put a slant rhyme somewhere he doesn't

[merlettamustdie]

Hey so I’m finally doing a pt. 2 to showing my vinyl and cd collection. Next up is Vol. 3 The subliminal verses! With this album I have it in both formats so I thought I’d show them both (:

I have all the vinyl paper protectors hanging on my walls as decor cause why hide such beautiful art/photography? (They’ve all been replaced with better protectors dw)

Oki thank you for your time! Heres a photo of Joey I stole from someone on Twitter a long ass time ago that made me cackle + what I’m listening to rn/a recommendation (seriously go listen to the album “Mercurial World” by, Magdalena Bay rn it’s so fucking good)

#Slipknot #slipknot joey jordison #slipknot band #Slipknot vol. 3 #vol 3: the subliminal verses #vol 3 stan for life 🦑 #slipknot vinyls #slipknot cds #joey jordison #magdalena bay #mercurial world

[asiminthering]

IF FOUND: RETURN TO SPIDER-PUNK (AFTER LISTENING)

You know who has never made a fanmix and doesn't know how they work? Me. You know who made one? Also me.

Imagined as a C60 cassette tape, A side 30 minutes/12 songs, B side 30 minutes/11 songs Because. A side is more solidly just punk music (esp older stuff), B side has some more alternative rock-ish stuff, newer stuff, etc Because.

Listen here on Spotify, OR if you are into the old-fashioned fanmix things, you can download it here (mostly with shitty 192 bitrates but whatever) with the album art, divided into 2 "discs" (A side/B side), etc. There was also one specific version of one song Spotify didn't have so the uploaded version has the correct one but the version Spotify does have is. Fine.

Disclaimer: I haven't been really into punk music for 15 years or so, aside from a few favorites that are in the regular rotation, but it was a chance to listen to a lot of different stuff incl new stuff and pick some songs so uh anyway I had fun.

Tracklist & album art credits below the cut (warning for uh. language in band names and track titles? It's punk music.)

A side:

Punk Is Dead - Crass

C.I.D. - UK Subs

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

Should I Stay Or Should I Go - The Clash

Attitude - Bad Brains

International News - National Wake

17 Years Of Hell - The Partisans

Gimme Gimme Gimme - Black Flag

Shitlist - L7

Wankers - The Exploited

Rancid - Roots Radical

Hard Action - Pure Hell

B side:

Don't Follow Me - Rebelmatic

Coming Down to Beijing - Brain Failure

Criminal - Generacion Suicida

Black Union Jack - Half/Time

Uraraka - Amano Tsukiko

Provoke You - Sihasin

Crudo Soy - Los Crudos

Voice of Memphis - Negro Terror

Fly - Cherry Filter

Rock-N-Roll Victim - Death

Fuck These Fucking Fascists - The Muslims

Album Art Credits:

Expose42 "Checkers" Textures (I cannot find these specific textures anymore - they were apparently downloaded in 2011 - but my credit file says they're by Expose42)

Miss Minn - Bleeding Love Tutorial Textures (I apparently downloaded these in 2007 and can't seem to find this person anymore, if anyone has a current link for them, let me know)

Official Hobie Brown/Spider Art

Kyle's Brushes

Sony Cassette Tape (product image from yahoo search)

#fanmix #playlists #hobie brown #spider man #across the spiderverse #astv #spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie brown atsv #punk #uhh sorry to all the people who followed me for star wars #there will be some star wars posting for Finn Week probably #but I also signed up for the spiderverse Big Bang so there will also be spiderverse content coming up #the cassette tape thought process was basicaly #living in fascist dictatorship = probably don't want to have or carry a cellphone when Spidering #(also depending on what year it is in Spider-Punk verse: it is unclear) #but portable cassette players don't skip like a CD player would #again depending on the year an mp3 player would have been an option I guess but #the restriction of 2 sets of 30 minutes of music was helpful for me #so here we are

[jr-verse]

Welcome to the next level! Cause during then, Now your playing with power! Super Power!

#j.r-verse #my art #sega #sonic #mega cd girlfriend #friday night funkin #fnf #fnf fanart #fnf mod #fnf gf #girlfriend #mario madness #mario madness v2 #friday night funkin fanart

[crystallizedday]

HOLY SHIT OC ART

LET’S GOOOOOOOO

God, it’s been 2000 years since I drew these two.

They’re main antagonists, by the way.

Pretty Crystal-based parasite-cluster women…

#day’s art #cd art #cd verse #CDverse #Zwarta #Dornta #may change their names at some point #but until then #:p #KWMWOSMWOMDOSMD #ocs #original characters #oc #original character

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Carpe Diem - Chapter 3

Pairing: Sketchbook (Kaisa/Johanna)

Summary: Carpe diem: one of the five latim mottos of the arcadist, or neoclassical movement. Literally translates to "seize the day"

Picking up where Locus Amoenus left off, this fic follows the lives of Kaisa and Johanna for a couple weeks as their feelings grow and develop.

Notes: Sorry but infodumping/letting someone infodump to you are the ultimate love languages

Read it on ao3 or read the first installment on this verse or read the second installment on this verse

A recurring theme that they noticed on the stalls was that they were mostly decorated and selling a couple of products related to Halloween already, never mind that they were still in September.

Another recurring thing that didn’t escape Johanna, was how excited Kaisa got whenever they passed by stalls that displayed such things. Whenever they walked by a particularly interesting Halloween decoration, or an artist who had selected some “creepy” or darker products to put in front of their stall, Kaisa gasped just loud enough for Johanna to hear, and very subtly bounced up and down on her heels. Very subtly, in a way that she was sure she only had noticed because she was walking oh-so-close to her. It didn’t really surprise her that Kaisa hadn’t been expecting her to pick up on it, because clearly the girl had been underestimating how closely Johanna paid attention to her.

Not that she hadn’t been doing that from day one, that is.

“You really like Halloween, don’t you?”

Kaisa turned to her with wide eyes when she asked it, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Yeah, kind of. It’s silly though.”

“New rule!” Johanna’s sudden chirp made Kitty look at her like she’d grown a second head. “You’re absolutely not allowed to hold back on what makes you happy, or to feel bad for it. Let’s try this again. You really like Halloween, don’t you?”

Kaisa could only look down at her feet, hoping the black and purple hair that fell over her face covered the way she was absolutely failing to hold back a smile, uselessly biting at the inside of her lips to try to stop them from stretching.

“I really do. I was really obsessed with witches when I was younger, and Tildy always fueled my passions. She gave me every book on every subject I asked for, and an obsession with witches melted into an obsession with Halloween, which became one with the historical roots of the holiday and the Celtic people. Honestly, it’s one of the reasons why I chose to major in History as well as English.”

Success, Johanna thought, looking down at Kaisa who was now displaying the most adorable smile on her lips. She’d always been somewhat aware of the height difference between them, but like this she could see very clearly that Kitty was at least a full ten centimetres shorter.

“That sounds so fun!” As she assured, Johanna wondered how many other interests Kaisa had that would make her sound so alive when she spoke about them. It was kind of sad to know that they were all most likely being neglected, though. With how furiously Kaisa focused on college, Johanna doubted that left her much time to learn about anything that wasn’t related to her lectures. If she had any say in it, though, she’d make sure Kaisa spent as much time engaging with the things that made her happy as possible. “Do you have plans for this Halloween? We could spend it together, if you’d like.”

The look Kaisa gave her was shimmering at first, before being clouded by disappointment. “I’m afraid I have. Tildy forces Frida to go trick-or-treating every year, and makes me go with her. It’s one of her many strategies to force us to have a night of rest from studying. I already promised I’d be doing it. Frida wants us to dress like characters from a cartoon she likes.”

Even though Johanna smiled as Kaisa answered it, bemused at the image of two workaholics being forcibly kicked out of their home to ask for candy (Kaisa’s mother sounded more charming by the minute), Kaisa didn’t feel content about completely turning down her invitation. It was something she’d very much like to do, and she’d hate it for Johanna to get the wrong idea.

“We could do something the day before, though!” She rushed to assure her, terrified that Golden might think she’d been giving an excuse. “Or the day after. Even if it’s not Halloween related, I’d just love to hang out-”

Johanna gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, sensing her distress. “I’d love it too! I’m sure we’ll think of something nice. What characters are you and your sister dressing as?”

It was hard for Kaisa to even contain her sigh of relief when she understood that Johanna really didn’t feel like she was being brushed off. “Amity and Lilith, from The Owl House. Do you know it?”

They kept on walking, Johanna’s brow furrowed in thought. “Isn’t that the gay rights cartoon? I think I saw it on twitter.”

“Yeah, you’re probably thinking of the right one. Frida hasn’t said anything about liking girls or boys yet. I think she’s still very young to have that figured out. But I’m willing to bet that Tildy has some sort of magical filter that she uses when making adoptions that miraculously points her to the lesbians, honestly.”

Johanna was glad she hadn’t been drinking anything. If she had, she certainly would have choked on it and it would have spilled through her nostrils, and it would not have been a pretty sight.

“Gosh, I need to meet your family.” Johanna said through her laughter, happy to see that Kaisa had joined her in on it. “Radical change in topic, but I am starving. Want to grab a bite?”

“Sure!”

Funny, Johanna thought. Even her single worded answers sounded more full of life now.

They skimmed through the next stalls, since most of the food ones were deeper into the market, and only stopped for one that caught Kaisa’s attention. It sold small, handmade perfumed candles, and anyone that passed by the two of them while they were there would have thought they were clinically insane with the way they frantically picked candles of each available scent to smell it, discussing which were the best ones. While they came to the consensus that the coffee bean and vanilla one was the champion, Johanna for the most part was drawn to the wildflowers and tea scented ones, while Kaisa didn’t relinquish her opinion that the apple and cinnamon candle was special. Johanna left empty handed out of pure self control (the tons of unburned candles in her bedside table’s drawer would certainly not appreciate it if she brought home another one just to abandon it), but Kaisa purchased both their favourite candle and the one that smelled like apple pie.

Once more food vendors began popping up, their nostrils were assaulted with the scent of every kind of food you could imagine, which honestly felt like karma for so desperately smelling everything on the candle stall. One of the first stalls had a large metal bowl at its centre, and bags of powder of many colours around it, and there was a child walking away from it with an enormous blue and purple cloud on a stick.

“Cotton candy!” Johanna exclaimed when she spotted it. “Would you like it?”

Kaisa scrunched her nose. “Not really. It’s so… sticky. The texture isn’t really my jam, I guess. But you go ahead and get it! I’d love to see you try and eat that, it’s bigger than your head.”

Showing her friend her tongue, she tugged her hand to invite her to continue walking. “Nah, that’s okay. I’m not too fond of the taste, I just think it’s fun to eat it.”

“Once again, I won’t be the one to stop you.”

“No, but you’ll be the one to take pictures of me with cotton candy stuck in my hair and blackmail me with them later.”

“Fair enough.”

They took a while to look at all of the available options, paying close attention to the other market attendees who walked past them holding any sort of food so as to make an informed decision. The ultimate winner was a stall frying beignets and sprinkling confectioner’s sugar on top. If the smell of deep-fried pastry alone wasn’t enough to draw them in, the look of utter pleasure in the faces of those who they saw eating them certainly was.

Their paying time took three times longer than it should, a result of both of them arguing about how they should be the one to pay for the other while the shopkeeper looked absolutely unamused. In the end, Kaisa won and paid for them both with the argument that Johanna had already driven them here, which meant that Johanna was already plotting every sort of plan to pay for their next meal.

At the centre of the square, a couple of benches were positioned around what would be a bonfire as soon as night fell, and they took a seat on an empty one. As they bit into their beignets, neither contained the hums of delight at the sweet, warm explosion in their mouths.

After a few bites in silence, because that was definitely the kind of food that was too good to talk while eating, Johanna gasped and reached into one of the bags she had acquired while in the market.

“You know what would taste great with this?” Before Kaisa could even think of an answer, she took her jar of honey from the bag and opened it. She offered it to Kaisa first, who dipped her pastry only just enough so that her next bite would taste of honey, and then promptly poured such an obscene amount of it on hers that it began to spill and drip down her fingers.

“Hm, this is so good.” Johanna moaned. While Kaisa was sure that she wasn’t tasting the honey as much as Golden, she would admit that it gave the beignet a delicious depth of flavour.

And then she looked at Johanna and completely lost all rational train of thought.

Her eyes were closed in appreciation and her head was leaning slightly back as she chewed. What captured her attention, however, was the drop of honey that had caught on the corner of her lip, and was painfully slowly making its way down to her chin.

If a human could blue-screen, Kaisa imagined that this was it.

What was the appropriate reaction to this? Probably telling her about it and giving her one of her own napkins, since Johanna would probably already be needing hers to clean her hands. Was this what her mind was telling her to do, though? Absolutely not, because the only thing her damn brain was working for at the moment was providing her with a very vivid imagery of how nice it would be to kiss that drop of honey away from her face and into her own mouth.

With her face most definitely red at the appalling thought and her hands suddenly clammy, Kaisa wished it wasn’t weird to shake your head violently in a public space (what? At least she’d get the feeling of shaking that thought far away from her) and acted on what was probably the middle ground between those two options.

Reaching up with one of her spare napkins, she allowed her hand to float just in front of Johanna’s face.

“May I?” She asked when Johanna opened back her eyelids and looked at the offer with open curiosity. At her nod, she wiped the honey away.

“Thanks.” If Johanna’s voice was several octaves higher, Kaisa didn’t comment on it. It wasn’t like she had the credit to do that, anyway. “This is… really good.”

“Yeah.” Kaisa bit into her food again with gusto, willing her mind to allow her to forget that moment of insanity. It wasn’t creepy if she hadn’t done anything inappropriate, right?

They finished eating and without even communicating seemed to agree on just sitting there with each other for a while. Johanna extended her legs in front of herself while Kaisa sat with one knee bent and foot close to her skirt, and the other leg extended towards Johanna.

“It just occurred to me that I do not, in fact, know much about the historical roots of Halloween.” The wind played with Johanna’s curls, making her bangs swing softly from side to side.

Kaisa snorted. “Are you sure you want to go there? Get me started and it’ll be hard to get me to stop, you know.”

“I’d love to go there, actually.” She smiled. “Anything you’d like to teach me, I’m all ears.”

Sighing contently was the only thing Kaisa could think to do, really. How long had it been since anyone other than Tildy and Frida had been ‘all ears’ to her? Not only to her interests, but to anything at all? Had that ever even happened?

“Well, you see, it is generally agreed that the Celts had three harvest festivals…”

Johanna wasn’t sure how long they spent there. She didn’t care, either. All that she knew is that she’d gotten this girl who she had spent months wondering if she even knew how to speak to give her a full lecture about a topic she was passionate about. She’d never even known she had the slightest interest in druids or roman cultural assimilation or the issue with the typical definition of a “celt”, but watching the muscles in Kaisa’s face move and hearing the pitches of her voice which were apparently unlocked when she was excited made Johanna decide that that was one of the coolest topics in the world, actually. She’d be sure to check out a book on it next time she was in the library, so she could actually hold a conversation with Kaisa next time she talked about it.

At one point, Kaisa stopped talking and looked around them, letting out a chuckle.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” She quipped, but Johanna didn’t understand it. The haze of tranquillity that had come over her when Kaisa had begun her monologue still lingered, and she struggled to pay attention to anything else.

“Hm?”

Kaisa pointed to the sky by means of explanation, and to Johanna’s surprise, it was no longer blue, but somehow orange, pink and purple at the same time. Hadn’t they arrived just past three o’clock, she wondered with startlement.

“It looks so pretty from here.” Johanna marvelled. Even those masterful watercolours they had seen paled in comparison to the real thing.

Kaisa’s gaze wandered back and forth from the sky to Johanna’s face, struggling to decide which was the better view. “It really does.”

They drank in the moment greedily, knowing it was impossible to drown on such a beautiful thing (and that if it were, they would go down gladly). The sounds were softer now that night was falling and most people had left, the colours were shifting as the sun bid goodnight and a market worker worked to light the bonfire in front of them. This time, unlike the garden, Johanna didn’t have to teach her how to appreciate the moment. She wouldn’t let this one go for anything.

The flames rose up in front of them, filling the autumn air with their warmth, and Johanna extended her hands towards them gladly.

“I disagree, you know.” She said, looking at Kaisa mischievously. “I don’t think we should stop meeting like this. I wouldn’t change this for anything at all.”

Neither would I, Kaisa thought, worried at this feeling that was settling in her chest even though it felt like it was too big to fit in it, worried about her carefully selected priorities that all seemed irrelevant in the face of all this peace. Neither would I.

#my fic #fic: cd #verse: carpe diem #sketchbook ship #sketchbook ship hilda #sketchbook ship fanfic #kaisa hilda #johanna hilda #sketchbook college au

[rosyredlipstick]

mariah carey is soooo conchell-coded

#the real curse in this fic is daydream coming out in 1995 and therefore completely ineligible for featured song status #and im not saying like the ~content~ of mariah carey songs is conchell coded but more of the VIBE of slasher verse conchell #like the vibe of connor looking up from hour five of a 12 hour open to close to see mitchell bopping his head and mouthing along #to always be my baby (hes getting into it) and hes just like. oh my god. oh my god oh my god oh my god. oh my god. #the first thing he does when he gets off work (after driving mitchell home) he drives to the cd store #(its closed. its almost midnight.) #and then he comes back the next morning and buys mariahs entire discography for the diner #no no no mitchell im actually REALLY into mariah these days can be play her <3 please <3 #mitchell: ? you cant hear the radio back in the kitchen. did you fix it #(voices cracks) yea #fic is on the mind because its ROSY BIG WRITING WEEKEND #lets make it a tag <3 #rosys big writing weekend #I NEED TO FINISH THIS FIC BEFORE THE HYPERFOCUS IS GONE AND UHHHHHH ITS A SLIPPIN #slasher fic

[freakbichoice]

freakbichoice

Ice cream party 🎉

#cute crossdreser #thick and juicy #thickaf #Curious #trans #masculine male #Thick CD #interracial lust #verse #bbc

[badcompanys]

( @paracsmic / cd. ) focus. breathe in, pull the trigger, breathe out. another headshot to add to her collection, there is a slap on the back at this point in time as diego rounds the corner of the outer wall, pressing his hand between her shoulder blades as a show of pride for one of his current watchers. camila lets the rifle fall slightly to her side as she shifts to glance up and look at him, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“you and darby goin’ for numbers again,” he asks, and she rolls her eyes - as if that much wasn’t obvious. she normally took the day shifts, her fellow sniper took the night ( and sometimes they were both off - hey, who can actually believe that! ) she stands up, letting the rifle rest on the side of the wall - careful with her baby, she’d never hear the end of it if it fell on the other side of the wall and she’d have to retrieve it. hands now resting on her hips, she glances down at the trail of bodies left by her bullets, sizing up the number in her head, eleven for the day and she was almost done with her shift. things had been mostly quiet, but a wild animal had run through earlier, drawing attention to the creepers that settled up in the woods. her main point of action had been keeping them away from the incoming gate when people were to enter or exit the compound, which is why her number was so high. colin was a good sniper, too, though she wouldn’t admit that to just anyone. she could see him walking up the steps with his baby in hands, fingers gingerly tracing over the barrel with a smile spread across his features. “think i got you beat, by like - two,” she says, retrieving her rifle and pulling her hat back down to shield her eyes from the evening sun. she’d sit with him for a while, letting most of the people in the compound get fed before she did - always waiting until last. she’d steal a snack and bring it back for him, knowing he’d get hungry later in the night (he always did when he had watch). “meet you back here in a few hours, i’ll bring one of those new comic books we found in that old library last supply run, if ya want?”

#paracsmic #* camila. / threads. #* camila x cd. / dynamic. #* end of the fucking world. / verse.