#her voice is a bit too airy for my tastes

[caitas-cooing]

Here's all 3 voices singing make a wish in case you haven't heard them (also if I missed a dub version let me know and I'll make a new poll):

Chinese

English

Japanese

Note that I'm specifically asking about how much you like her singing voice, not the translation quality of the song, how much you like her speaking voice, or any other factor

#shining nikki #personally I like the english and chinese versions about the same #but I don't like the Japanese dub quite as much #her voice is a bit too airy for my tastes #but maybe I'm being too harsh idk #Youtube

[astralnymphh]

♯┆spacesoldier/spacescientist!ellie: who won't shut up about the hookup between you and her from the night before, and longs to do it again, fully. .ᐟ ★

literally don't question the randomness of this blurb. i run on revelations and sudden visions, and this one was just too hot to let rot. i had to pause a whole request for this thing. and it's a bit rushed, i'll like expand on it some other time i just wanted to return to this trope. anyways, I digress— space scientist ellie, nine month voyage through the cosmos, hookups.. tipsy hookups.

it'd be morningtime in the wake of certain events preceding that memories would slowly begin to prick through the surface— owing to ellie's imperfect subtlety. hills and hills of planetary research, prototype weaponry, instructions on how to properly utilize said prototypes, and coffee-stained reports, dawdled through like the process couldn't get any more boring than it presently is; stress, procrastination, a murk in the thick of your thoughts— literal brainrot. then, the main office zone gate slides open, that little airy whir pulls through your ears, and the person that walks through foments sudden recollection to the promotion party last night. ellie. a new recruit under your stations wing— and the immodest girl who was under your hood many hours ago.

ellie is a damnable pesterer of love; portending that if you've ever been intimate with her, she'll be stuck to you like an idiot's tongue adheres to icicles in wintertime. and tipsy her definitely was after you two had sex: pleading for you to stay a minute longer to cuddle, pressing every work-related praise hot into your nape, mentioning how good you taste out of the blue, so on and so forth. yet now that it is a bright and advantageous morning, and considering that she woke up to the scent of you woven through each fiber of her clothes— she remembers, and she reminds.

ellie's got her legs crossed, arms crossed, leaned against your desk's edge, small butt of hers rudely stamping one of your precious folders; the usual stance she does when you're plying your trade, and she prying for attention. "seriously. thursday, you and me, conference room number twenty-seven, i'll bring wine and fetch dinner from the canteen— please?" an earnest ask, you can sense it in her tone; evenly pitched and soft, softer when she pleads, as always, albeit that the spaceship you dwell in has no actual restaurant so dating environments are centered around some good old D.I.Y and empty meeting rooms. her foot winds out slightly to tap the spokes of your office chair, nudging the focus you so dearly casted to the papers below you, to her instead. which regrettably works; tossing an eye roll as you spin, "dates and recreational dinners don't fit into anyone's schedule here, you know that." it aches to claim that, and aches harder to see her take that hit of an that answer. watching her head drop and her mouth tug into a contemplative shape that wanted to battle it out with excuses, loopholes, promises— but it forms into a grin rather, and decides to be impish. "had time for last night though, didn't we? a great time, actually, n' i wanna see where that.." her voice sinks into the pit of her throat— deep and reserved — and her thumbs start to do that cute fiddly thing at her waist, rolling over each other while the rest of her fingers intwine and overlap, "—takes us?" modifying her words into a delicate, unsure question. a toothy, one-sided smile and sad puppy brows, ugh you could just pinch her cheeks. but of course, she spices up the deal, "hopefully.. back into my room, if my flirting skills aren't total shit." annoyingly rambling as a way to showcase how gravely you've impacted her mind the last twelve or so hours. so grave, you're the only thing her motivation could cling upon to urge her limbs and weasel her sluggish weight out of bed earlier. "please?"

that please chisels a smile into your lips, unfortunately-fortunate, "god, you're so bad, williams." poking fun at her and coasting the wheeled chair away with the back of your knees straightening, rising from your seat with documents in-hand, and agreeance in-mind; written ripe on your lifted cheeks.

"was i?" said indirectly, a cocky implication twisting her cheeks to the same level as yours. it took you— let's say, two, three, awkward seconds of squinting before you understood her crafty-ass joke that took your words a completely different, and lewd direction. stupidly faced too: cocking her brow with the scar slicing through, and cocking one side of her head upwards too, overall just cocky. now you could just squeeze her annoying face until it exploded. figuratively.

"shut up." "okay."

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#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x masc!reader #tlou ellie #the last of us #tlou2

[kiss-me-cill-me]

could you write a fic about any cillian character, of ur choice, were its the readers first time and he is really sweet and gentle? Luv your writings btw!!!

Any character, you say...? 👀 Well, then I guess it's time to take a shot at my white whale. I love zombies, I love 28 Days Later, and I love Jim. I have been somewhat avoiding writing for him because I didn't feel like I had any strong concepts for a fic, and I struggle to get his "voice" right in my head for the dialogue. But gosh darn it, the world needs more Jim fics. And I feel like this prompt just fits him. Thank you for the request, anon, and for giving me the push I needed!

Morning Light

Pairing: Jim (28 Days Later) x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: In a rare moment of peace in a strange new world, you and Jim find comfort in each other's arms.

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity (for reader, not Jim), oral (f receiving), praise, brief mention of past attempted sexual assault (basically what happens in canon), for the purposes of this fic we're gonna pretend that Jim doesn't get shot in the stomach lmao

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Jim’s lips taste like something you can’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, it has you swooning. Dizzy with desire as you inhale; trying to steady your breath while your hand trails down over his bare chest.

“We really don’t have to,” he murmurs.

“I know,” you reply. “But I want to.”

You lean in for another kiss. Bodies pressed so tightly together, laying on the rickety little bed in the tiny cottage you now call home, you truly do want nothing more. Jim, stretched lazily out beneath you, brings a hand up to cup your face and deepen the kiss. Your senses swell with that scent, whatever it is, and your eyes flutter closed against the light that streams in through the windows.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling away again, just enough to speak.

His nose still brushes softly against yours, and his thumb trails over your cheek. You feel yourself melt deeper into his touch, almost too distracted to remember to respond.

“I’m sure.”

“But… really? So soon after…”

You know what he’s about to say. What he doesn’t want to remember; choosing instead to let himself trail off as he smooths his fingers over your jawline. But that - that horrible thing that almost happened - is all part of the reason why you want Jim so badly. You want your first time to be with him. To be special; with someone you truly care for. 

Years and years ago, when all of your friends had been so desperate to grow up and run headfirst into their sexuality, you had been content to wait. But now, things have changed. Being alive suddenly feels fragile and impermanent, and your dangerous encounter with the soldiers has taught you that life doesn’t wait for you. Nor does it wait for that perfect moment.

Although, this moment here with Jim does feel somehow perfect. Jim’s body against yours is warm, and even with both of your sweaters flung over the side of the bed, you feel a heat washing over your chest as Jim wraps his strong arms around you a little tighter.

“Jim, are you really the nervous one here?” You laugh, your voice a bit airy and high as it betrays your own nerves.

“M’not nervous,” he scoffs. “I’m just… I don’t want to hurt you, or force you into anything.”

You let your body sink into his. Jim pulls you even closer, pressing your weight into his chest. Your forehead rests lightly against his, noses still touching as you laugh again.

“Girl gets you naked in bed like this, and you still think you’re forcing her?” you tease.

“Well, fair.” Jim relents. “You were the one who took off my clothes.”

Jim nuzzles into another kiss as he speaks, breaking some of the tension and making you clutch at his chest. This time, his lips linger against yours a little longer, parting just slightly so the tip of his tongue can dart out. You feel the ache inside of you deepen, your body calling out to his.

“But you’re sure, though?” Jim asks again. He moves his hand to your shoulder, steadying you. “You do want to? We don’t have t-”

His words are cut off by your hand drifting lower, until your fingers are wrapped tightly around him. Despite Jim’s insistence that you don’t “have to,” it’s abundantly clear that he wants to.

His skin is like silk under your fingers. Your hand moves slowly up and down, coaxing him on as you bite at his lip. Jim breaks the kiss to lean his head back into the pillow, eyes still shut as an expression of bliss overtakes his features.

“Okay - you’re sure you haven’t done this before?” he jokes, one blue eye cracking open to look at you.

You try to contain a laugh.

“Don’t flatter me,” you tease back. “It’s probably just been months since you’ve gotten any…”

“Ouch, insulting my masculinity and yet she still expects me to fuck her.”

Jim meets your sly look with one of his own, just as your expression crumbles into embarrassment. His smirk quickly turns into a smile, seeing the effect his words have.

“And she likes a little dirty talk, does she?”

Your face heats up even more, and Jim kisses the tip of your nose. 

“Sorry, love. Just can’t resist teasin’ ya,” he hums.

Despite your inexperience, you feel certain that you’re not supposed to feel this flustered. But, Jim has that effect on you. He always has. The pressure that’s been steadily building between your legs suddenly feels even more uncomfortable.

“Having second thoughts?” Jim laughs as you wriggle against him.

“You wish,” you challenge, pressing your nose against his a bit harder.

Suddenly, Jim grabs your waist and flips you over, so that his weight is pressed over you. He sinks a kiss into the hollow of your neck - still gentle, but with a hint of lust now that’s becoming impossible to ignore.

“Guess I might as well just give in if y’want it so badly,” Jim whispers, his breath fanning hot against your chest.

His words send a thrill of excitement through you; bursting out from your lungs and rushing all the way down to your toes. You bring your hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pulls away from you. You’re confused for a moment, until he looks up into your eyes as he sinks lower down your body.

“How’s this?” Jim starts. “First I’ll eat you out, an’ then we can see how you’re feeling.”

The air seems to catch in your throat, but you nod. Jim plants a soft kiss on your stomach before drifting lower, hands parting your legs so that he can settle in.

“Lucky me,” Jim says, taking a long look at you. “Pretty face and a pretty pus-”

“Jim!” you cry, covering your face with your hands.

He kisses the inside of your leg, teasing with a gentle nip of his teeth.

“Ah, don’t get all shy on me, now,” he murmurs.

You look down to see a devilish glint in Jim’s eyes, staring back up at you. They’re so blue, you think you could drown in them. But, you fight to shake yourself out of the trance.

“It’s hard not to when you’re… looking at it,” you complain, laughing nervously.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed - I mean it. You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than ever as Jim continues.

“Every part of you is beautiful.”

He kisses your leg again, and before you have a chance to respond, his lips have moved over your core, and you gasp. Jim’s mouth is warm and wet; his tongue pressed flat against you as he gives you a moment to get used to the sensation. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt. Of course, you had touched yourself there before - but Jim’s tongue is nothing like the rough pads of your fingers. It’s so soft, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress, prompting a low creak from the ancient bedframe.

Jim’s tongue moves just a centimeter, brushing up against your clit as he sucks gently into his mouth. You can’t help the soft sigh that leaves you, or the way your fingers grab onto the bed sheets, fabric bunching up in your grip. 

“How’s that feel, love?” Jim asks, breaking away.

“It’s… wow,” you answer, already a little out of breath.

“Rave reviews,” Jim jokes, smile creeping back over his face. “Tell all your friends, yeah?”

You have half a mind to shove him, if only you could find the willpower to reach down between your legs. As it is, all you can do is let out another breathy sigh. Your body feels strangely heavy, and you use every ounce of your strength to move your hips down toward him.

“Jim… more,” you plead.

You expect him to make another quip, but instead, you feel his tongue press against you again, the fan of his breath tickling you as he sighs happily. Your fingers curl, and your back arches. One of Jim’s hands comes up to find yours, peeling your fingers out from the blankets so that they can intertwine with his. You squeeze his hand, feeling yourself grow more and more desperate as the swirl of new sensations overwhelm you.

“J-Jim-”

You barely get to start your sentence before the pleasure reaches its peak, washing over you like the rays of soft sunlight still pouring in through the windows. Your sharp cry turns into a gasp, breath hitching as your whole body seems to buzz. Jim’s hand in yours anchors you, as his lips kiss you gently through your release.

When he sits up, Jim’s face is just a bit too smug.

“What are you smiling at?” you groan, throwing your head back into the pillow to stare up at the ceiling.

“Making you feel good,” Jim answers sincerely.

He kisses his way back up your body, finally pressing his lips to your shoulder and leaving another small bite.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

You sigh, letting all of the air leave your lungs. The pause lingers for a brief moment before you answer.

“Like I’m floating.”

“That good, huh?”

You can practically hear the smirk in Jim’s voice. Weakly, you bat at his arms.

“Don’t get all cocky,” you warn.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Jim really is unbearable. You look at each other for a moment, Jim’s eyes fixed intently on your face, while you can still hardly focus on what’s in front of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Still want to keep going?” Jim asks you.

“Mmmm,” you sigh, nodding your head.

Jim’s hand slides down to cup your sex, one finger brushing against your entrance. He leans up to kiss you properly, pausing at the feel of your tongue in his mouth as you press past his lips. Whatever you had tasted there before was gone; replaced by your own slightly tangy arousal. Jim groans, and a deep hum fills your mouth.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispers.

But as soon as he pushes past your resistance, you know there’s no chance of you stopping him. The stretch is too good. You’ve done this before to yourself, too - but your fingers are slender compared to Jim’s. His fill you up and have you nearly seeing stars as you cling to him, moving to grasp his arms for support.

“Feels good?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The stretch only stings a little bit, and you’re so wet you barely even notice. The pleasure takes over as Jim pumps in and out of you, coating his finger with your slick.

“One more,” you beg.

“Be patient,” Jim scolds, as he continues to slowly work you open. “Try to relax a bit more.”

You do; letting your body settle down onto the mattress. As you relax your muscles, trying to focus again on your steady breathing, Jim kisses the edge of your jaw.

“Okay,” he says. “Tell me if this is too much.”

Despite your best attempts to loosen up, the addition of a second finger is just a bit painful, stretching you beyond anything you’ve felt before. You jump, a little surprised, then relax into the feel of it.

“Still alright?”

“Mmm-hm,” you reply, breathing slowly out through your nose.

“Good,” Jim breathes. “Doing so well for me, love.”

His words make you melt, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers. Jim lets out a low moan.

“Fuck,” he laughs. “You’re gonna feel amazing. Can’t wait ‘til you’re wrapped around me.”

There’s that familiar heat on your face, rushing in as Jim makes your whole body burn with his words yet again. Not as filthy as before, but somehow the genuine lust in his voice is even worse. You feel him yearning for you; still pressed hard against your leg as he patiently stretches you out. You tilt your head back into the pillows, silently begging him to kiss your neck, and Jim’s lips press over your pulse.

“Jim?” you sigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you please stop stalling and fuck me now?”

You feel Jim smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the fact that you have a dirty mouth, too - when you want to. He presses one more kiss to your collarbone.

“Stalling, am I? First time I’ve heard a girl call it that.”

Jim laughs, briefly, and you feel his breath fan over you again.

“I’d ask if you’re sure you’re ready,” he taunts. “But I really don’t think I’ve ever made anyone this wet before.”

You’re so turned on you almost forget to be embarrassed, but the feeling of Jim shifting to line up with your entrance is enough to make that burning heat creep over your cheeks again.

“Are you ready, though?” Jim asks, kissing you quickly before pulling back to let you answer.

“I am.”

You reach up to wrap your arms tight around him again as he sinks into you, pressing forward inch by inch. Your eyes widen by the time he’s halfway in, shocked at how it just keeps going. Jim feels your hesitation and stops.

“Everything alright?” he pants. Clearly, Jim is having a bit of trouble composing himself, too.

“It’s fine,” you reply. “Just… big.”

Jim laughs, a little more strained than usual as your walls press all around him.

“You’ll really have to stop stroking my ego like that if you want this to last more than five minutes, love,” he teases.

“Jim…” you start to complain.

“I know, I know. ‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she says,” Jim mutters. He presses into you a bit more, and a soft, desperate sigh leaves your lips. “Or at least, she would if she could think straight,” he continues.

He’s right; you’re not thinking of anything other than him, and how he’s filling you up so completely. Stretching out your walls and touching places inside of you that you didn’t know even existed, until now. Replacing the dull ache of your arousal with an unfamiliar pressure - but certainly not an unwelcome one.

“How’s it feel?” Jim asks.

“It’s… different. Feels kind of weird,” you admit.

“Okay, you don’t have to keep my ego in check that much,” Jim laughs. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, and then close. “But, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Jim’s face dips down to your shoulder, and you can tell that he’s barely still able to hold it together. Although you had been joking earlier, you’re certain that it truly has been months for Jim. You can’t say for sure when the last time he got laid was, but it had to have been before the start of everything. Poor guy. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with him. Call it payback for all the teasing.

“Alright,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice light and jovial. It’s harder than it should be when your heart is pounding out of your chest. “I got what I wanted out of you; we can stop now.”

Jim groans above you, his forehead pressing even deeper into the crook of your shoulder.

“You’re joking,” he whines, one hand gripping at your waist. His fingers tighten a little. “Please say you’re joking.”

You stay silent, lips pursed together in a barely-contained smile. Jim pulls back to look at you, and instantly notices the smug look on your face.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jim huffs, pressing his lips against your neck once again in a hungry kiss.

He pinches your hip, making you squirm. Jim steadies you, holding you in place as he plants another kiss on your lips, then pulls back.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he teases.

“You mean the good part wasn’t watching you almost cum all over the sheets just from eating me out?”

Now it’s Jim’s turn to be flustered, and you watch with delight as a soft dusting of pink crosses his cheeks.

“You’d better watch it,” Jim says, squeezing you again. “I was gonna be gentle, you know. But if you keep this up, I might just have to fuck you silly.”

You giggle, the sound of your bright laughter filling the room. For a few seconds, the only thing in the world that matters is Jim. Every moment that’s brought you here, no matter how painfully etched in stone, is worth it to be here with him.

“Will you, though?” you say, bringing Jim’s face a bit closer so yours can look into his eyes. “Be gentle?”

“Of course,” Jim hums, leaning down to kiss your soft lips. “Are you still feeling okay?”

“Yes…”

And you are. You've gotten used to the stretch, and the strange pressure has built into a need that has you fighting to stop yourself from pushing up against Jim’s hips, desperate for friction.

“You sure?” Jim asks, sensing that something has been left unsaid.

“I just… I want to feel you move,” you admit, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Jim turns his head to kiss your temple, letting his lips hover over your warm skin.

“That's the good part, love,” Jim teases. “Wrap your legs around me,’kay?”

You do as he says, bringing your legs up to fold around his waist. It causes Jim to hit at a new angle inside you, and for a second you think about backing out. This feels like it could be too much; like he's able to press too deeply inside of you - and the thought of giving someone else so much of yourself is daunting.

But when Jim starts to move, gently and carefully, all of your worries disappear. The first few times he thrusts feel a bit strange, but soon, the feeling is making you lightheaded in the best possible way. Not to mention the way that the swell of his head seems to part you, making you clench at his absence and sigh in pure bliss when he fills you back up. You can feel every inch of yourself as he slowly rocks in and out, hips staying close to avoid overwhelming you.

“Jim!” you cry, squeezing your legs around him a little harder.

“You like it there?” he grunts, his voice gentle but laced with desire.

He changes his angle to hit the spot again, and this time your fingers press into his back. Jim kisses you, swallowing your moans as you feel yourself building toward your release. This time, with Jim pressing deep inside you, you feel yourself clamp down around him.

“Gonna come for me again, pretty girl?” Jim whispers.

Your body is too rigid to even nod as you feel it finally wash over you - a wave of pleasure more intense than you can handle. You're panting and laughing all at once as Jim presses kisses all over your face.

“That was incredible,” he praises, softly. 

You look up to see him, his face framed so perfectly in the glow of the morning light. His lips are slightly parted, awe plainly written in the way his eyes trail over you. You have a sudden urge to run your fingers through his cropped hair, and press his mouth to yours.

But instead, Jim leans down to give you another gentle kiss. That taste on his lips is back again, slightly sweet and utterly addictive. 

“Enjoy your first time, love?” Jim teases, pulling himself out of you with one final, toe-curling drag. He kisses you again, lips pressed firm against yours like there’s truly nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

You surface from your post-sex haze just long enough to be confused. Aren't these things supposed to end with a little more… bravado?

“Jim, aren't you gonna…? Don't you want to…?”

“Not this time, love,” he cuts in. “Like I said, don't want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me!” you protest.

Jim pauses, still hovering just above you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his low voice getting a shade darker.

“Maybe not, but I do think I might break the poor bed if I let myself do everything I want to ya,” he murmurs.

“We can sleep on the floor,” you say, responding without hesitation.

Jim laughs softly, trailing his fingers over the swell of your hip. He pulls back to look at you again, blue eyes swimming with lust.

“Don't worry, love - you look so good like this, I'm not gonna be able to resist it for long. But for now…”

Jim flops down onto the rickety bed, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath makes you feel calm, soothing you all the way down from your high. Jim brings a hand up to cradle your neck, pressing you into him just a bit more so that he can lean down to kiss your forehead.

As you lay there together, your eyes flutter closed.

“Jim?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he scoffs. 

Same playful Jim that you first fell for, weeks ago now. You can't help but smile, and snuggle up a bit closer.

“For always being here for me,” you answer.

“Of course, love.” Jim's breaths are slowing down now, lulling you into the same sleep that he's quickly falling into. “Any time.”

You kiss him, lips pressing into his bare chest, and Jim’s arms squeeze you tightly. As the sunlight streams in through the dusty windows, blanketing both of you in its warmth, you realize just how lucky you are. You press an ear against his chest, listening to the thrum of Jim’s heartbeat.

#jim 28 days later #jim 28 days later x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #28 days later smut #jim 28 days later smut #LemmyFics

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Mothers best friend with Schemmenti I beg you!!!

Watch me

Pairing: Mbf! Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

Warning: homophobic mum, tattoos, cursing, bitch mum, hot Melissa, tramp stamps, arguing, let me know if I’ve left anything out

Word count: 887

You and Melissa walked hand in hand downtown as you glanced at the shops you passed. A tattoo shop that was still lit up caught your attention, halting suddenly Melissa looked at you confused before you pointed.

"You want a tattoo?" She asked, they had always enticed you but you had always been too scared to get one in case you had regretted it. You nodded biting your bottom lip with a toothy grin "You wouldn't dare" she laughed "Too much of a good girl, what would your mommy say?" She teased.

She had a point, you lived to please your mother and her judgmental ways almost begging her to love you. Melissa had been her best friend since you had turned eighteen, she had even been invited to the party.

You squinted your eyes a bit before she added "What would you even get Tesoro?" Melissa added softly. "That exactly!" You smiled with a small giddy gasp "What?" She knitted her brows together confused "Tesoro".

"Naughty girl" she laughed leaning into you "getting the nickname that only I call you" brushing her nose under your ear.

That night you had saved their number on your phone and called once Melissa had left your apartment.

The following Wednesday you went in and got not only one but two tattoos both with meaning you knew you wouldn't regret.

Saturday was the next time you had seen the redhead at your family dinner "Tesoro, can you be a dear and please get me another beer?" She pouted. "Don't you dare!" Your Aunt Tony laughed "You told me to piss off and get my own!" She gasped.

"Fine. I'll get you one too" you chuckled with a little shake of your head as you wandered off into the kitchen. Once you had left your mother turned to the woman, wine in hand as she asked "Why do you call her Tesoro?".

Melissa only shrugged "Tesoro means treasure so it only makes sense cause she's golden, Y'know that" she spoke with an airy voice. "She's almost twenty-five and still isn't married let alone dating. I was married to her father and already had her by her age. There ain't nothing golden about that girl".

The redhead licked her teeth trying to tone down some of her arising rage "It was different back then Joanne, you and I both know it". Your mother only scoffed before ranting on about how kids these days were too sensitive "Boys are fawning over her at the church but she just brushes them off".

Joanne leant in "I'm scared she might be one of those lesbians" She nodded her head as if it was a disgrace. "And I'm not having my only daughter- my only child being one of them" and that was enough for Aunt Tony to excuse herself to go see what's taking you so long.

"Tesoro?" She teased running her fingers along the bottom of your back where your shirt had risen. Quickly you snapped up from the bottom of the fridge "Is that what the kids are doing these days? Getting tramp stamps of names given by their parent's best friends?" Tony chuckled.

"Maybe" you spoke holding your head high "Don't worry, I got one for your Aunt Jess too. It's normal that people to get tattoos for their partners, I don't judge baby" the woman placed a gentle hand on your upper arm.

Your mother had always believed the two had just been "good friends" Tony was your dad's sister. Jess had been a nurse in the nineties when she meet your Aunt after an ugly bar fight.

"There's another tattoo, Mel hasn't seen them yet- she doesn't know that I got it done" you mumbled. You can hear the yells of both unsupervised women before Melissa storms into the kitchen gripping your wrist and dragging you out of the house.

Stopping at the front door she turned back around "And if you ever do try that, and I mean ever. You best believe I'll shove my foot so far up your bitchy prestigious ass that you'll be tasting the leather of my heeled boots for months. Y/n is a grown fucking woman who I'm sure is capable of picking her own choice of lover, not some boy just learning about boobs!"

You had zoned out after that, focusing on Melissa's face as she defended you- how hot she looked doing it. The heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as your breathing got heavy "I think you should get going" Tony nodded to the door.

Melissa huffed before taking her leave, grip still tight on your wrist as she led you to the car. "God that was hot" you breathed out as she slammed your front door, pushing her against it as she pulled your shirt off.

Melissa stilled bringing her hand up softly to caress the area above your left breast, two lipstick mark tattoos. More specifically they were Melissa's lipstick marks that she had left you with that morning before she rushed to work. "Forever and always" she mumbles reading the line underneath leaving goosebumps in her wake.

"Wait till you see the treasure in the back" you winked turning to walk to your bedroom, Melissa's breath hitched "You naughty girl" she smirked before running after you.

#imagine #wlw #lisa ann walter #lisa ann walter x reader #abbott elementary #melissa ann schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #mbf!melissa schemmenti #mbf!melissa schemmenti x reader

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hii! i'm so happy u opened ur requests again but always remember to take a break if u need to!

if it's ok, may i request for a honami, minor and airi with a rapper! reader? i think it would be so cute to see an idol/band member together with a rapper, haha couple goals

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! Yeah absolutely!! Gosh I'm so happy girlies finally get some love! Even tho I'm still kot sure if I got them all right... Anyway, I really hope you'll like it!

Why did Airi turned out the best-?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

✧ band member and rapper actually don't sit that far... Honami just sings a bit more often than you but your music types aren't that different

✧ you sing it quick songs and wo does she! Not ALWAYS but pretty often

✧ she probably never tried forcing wpoint but her voice is so soothing, I doubt it'd fit rap music

✧ but it doesn't mean she doesn't like it! It really depends of the song but there are some which she can listen, most being by you!

✧ when it comes to your songs, it doesn't even matter as long as she can hear your voice, you coule be screaming alongside hard metal music and she'd still listen to it just because of your voice

✧ she finds it comforting to listen to on headphones when you're away but she most likely wouldn't play it on speakers or when she's sharing a headphone with someone else than L/n

✧ overall, she's great supporter of yours and most likely has a playlist meant for your songs alone, as well as many photos on Instagram with "listening to Y/N's song now <3" to give you small promotion, especially if you're smaller creator than her or Leo/need

"I-I just... I just liked the song! And playlist... I just... I like your music is all..."

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @bad-the-an-enjoyer @miya-akane - come get your apple pie lover~

✧ Minori definitely discovered some new music thanks to relationship with you

✧ of course she knew what rap music is and all but she always just prefered idol songs or so

✧ but when you show her how rap music can be good too and isn't just reciting random words, she actually took a like of it!

✧ it's certainly kinda hard to match her taste there but if you manage to find something slower, I think she may even add it to her playlist!

✧ as for your songs... maybe she's not as big fun as she is for Haruka, but the amount of merch she has is almost the same...

✧ maybe she doesn't have your playlist on loop because it's still not her ideal music genre but she won't mind having SOME songs pass by when she's just playing her favorites playlist

✧ in short, she's still not a fan of rap music but she is your fan!

✧ your music tastes don't really get along but she doesn't mind random rap that you play when she's around and you don't mind songs she play

"Well it's... some are really nice! But some aren't my style... I'm so sorry!! I just can't compare it to Haruka's solos!"

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@bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori - come get your Haruka lover!

✧ Airi most likely isn't new to this genre, she was a tomboy, she definitely used to listen to rap music

✧ you know those kids who wander around streets with rap on speaker? She was in that group

✧ she actually likes rap music and is pretty open minded about all music so when she discovers you make rap, her childhood memories are back

✧ wanna do karaoke? Record something with her? She's down! It doesn't even need to be posted, she's happy to have fun

✧ you definitely exchange some songs even if her playlist is way shorter than yours

✧ because of her experience, you can count on her honest opinion whenever you show her your newest song or scratch for it

✧ she won't promote you since she knows it's nice to get up by yourself but if you ask her, she'll be happy to mention your song on her socials or to do a little collab with you

"Oh so you sit in rap! That's so cool. C'mon, show me your playlist like you promised. I need to have a look if you got some actually good artists there!"

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your tsundere idol!

#virtualnetwork #project sekai #colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage x reader #honami mochizuki #minori hanasato #airi momoi #honami mochizuki x reader #minori hanasato x reader #airi momoi x reader #project sekai honami mochizuki #project sekai minori hansato #project sekai airi momoi #project sekai honami x reader #project sekai minori x reader #project sekai airi x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff #headcanons #project sekai headcanons

[heartbeatbookclub]

(this is about the weed headcanon thing-y )

i feel like monika would be the kind of person that ends up having a panic attack the first time she tries it

sayori hears colours, tastes sounds and is generally just that one person that has an out of body experience everytime

natsuki is on the floor laughing from the slightest thing

and yuri just kinda spaces out and starts talking about the most random stuff (which in turn makes natsuki laugh even more)

My vision for their first time goes something like this:

MC seems like he'd be too much of a stick in the mud to do anything fun like that, but frankly...he doesn't have a lot else going on and I could totally see him being peer pressured into it by some other underachiever in his class. Maybe it'd mellow him out.

He probably wouldn't want Sayori in on it, but she'd eventually convince him. She's wary of it at first, but decides if he's doing something, it can't be that bad.

He tells her to only take a little hit to feel things out...but she grins and then takes a good, long, rip. He scolds her, then starts laughing as she proceeds to cough up a lung.

"You are in for one hell of a ride."

And ride she does. She feels herself floating above her body, completely uncertain of who or where she is, watching with a dopey expression as MC tries to call her back to earth. Her brain moves slowly, turning from one thing to another in a series of slow movements, swaying to some music she isn't sure she's hearing. It sorta feels like there's some energy flowing through her, twisting her entire body apart.

But, like...it feels good. Sayori has never felt quite so at peace. She's never felt quite as comfortable in her own skin. There's a big, loopy smile on her face, and MC can't help but chuckle, an airy sound that slowly brings Sayori back to consciousness.

"...Woooowww..." was all she said, finally regaining some sense of awareness of where her hands were in front of her. "I told you. You on this planet, currently?" She meets his gaze, nodding. "Think so!" and then she giggles at how silly her own voice sounds to her. MC responds in kind, and suddenly they're both doubled over, unable to breathe from how hard they're laughing.

Once they both come down, Sayori's immediate thought is "The others would really enjoy this."

Monika is immediately against it. Honor student, goody two-shoes, teacher's pet, all a series of elements which culminate in Monika's immediate instinct to be to say "no" to drugs. Sayori is admittedly embarrassed to have brought it up in the first place, and gets the distinct feeling that Monika is judging her for having indulged. Natsuki is significantly more flippant about it.

"It's not like we're talking about doing meth, or whatever. All things considered, it's not much worse than alcohol."

"We're not of age to be drinking alcohol, either."

"But it's not like it'd hurt us that much, either. Lighten up a little bit."

Monika is still pensive, suddenly remembering school programs talking about peer pressure and wondering what she should say.

"It's not like anyone's making you do it, either. I don't wanna do it, so I'm not gonna, but that doesn't mean it's the end of the world if I do." She can't fault Natsuki's logic, but still, something about it just seems...

Monika sighs, still feeling some sense of fear for disappointing whatever authorities are looking over her shoulders...and suddenly realizes that maybe, just maybe, this is further proof that she does need to lighten up. If she's only worried about it because of other people judging her, then she shouldn't have any actual issue with the act personally, right?

Monika eyes Natsuki carefully. "Why aren't you doing it?" She turns, suddenly feeling sheepish. "Why do I need a reason?" Monika supposes that's a fair answer. Yuri, meanwhile, has been quietly "reading" this entire time, which Monika knows means that she's been listening, however idly. "How about you, Yuri?"

She jumps at the mention, nerves about the entire thing suddenly on full display. "I--um, well..."

Well?

"I don't...think it's necessarily a bad thing, but I don't...um..."

Monika felt suddenly guilty for putting her on the spot, but was genuinely curious of her perspective. Yuri took a breath. "...I'd like to try it at least once. That's what I think. It's just...I-I'd like to know, you know? I don't think you should speak ill of something until you experience it for yourself." Monika sighed, realizing, now that she thought about it critically, that she felt the same way, quietly cursing herself for being so narrow-minded.

Yuri realized what she'd said. "O-oh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, don't worry about it." Monika smiled wryly. "You just made me realize that I'm thinking about this the wrong way."

Sayori's always start with her going somewhere distant for a while, sometimes she's more responsive, sometimes less. She always enjoys the soothing buzz that weed fills her body with, and once she comes down a little bit, she is incredibly giggly. She gets less talkative while high, but what she does say is goofy as hell. Has a tendency to devour your entire snack table if you aren't looking. Likes to just go with the flow. Tends to get very sleepy while high.

I get the sense Monika probably wouldn't have a great start to her first time. I think going in she'd probably be overthinking the entire thing, stressing over little things, and once the feeling started to hit, she'd probably freak out just a little. She's so unused to this kind of letting go that it scares her. But of course, being in this environment, comfortable, surrounded by her closest friends? Helps to work through it, and with a little bit of encouragement, she's able to chill out.

Like I said, Monika is absolutely adorable while high. Losing that verbal filter, letting a lot of her more "real" personality leak out, and making her more of a cuddlebug all combine to make the entire thing a very enjoyable experience for the 4 of them. Sayori is especially happy that they got to experience her first time with it together.

This will also all come together to make her incredibly embarrassed about the entire thing in the morning, but she'll be glad she did it, too. After all, it was pretty fun...

Yuri becomes more talkative while high. She loses a lot of inhibition to share her ideas, and she starts sharing a lot more of her train of thought, with significantly less worry about the things she's saying being taken wrong. This surprises everyone, and is cute in its own way. She starts stimming a lot more obviously, and becomes obsessed with different tactile feelings she can get from rubbing her hands on different things in the room. Liable to get caught randomly staring at something that simply mystifies her, like a fish tank, a book cover, or the label on the Cheetos bag they're all eating from. ("Chee-tah...chee-TOS...There is so much beauty in the world.")

Natsuki doesn't much like drugs or alcohol, for...personal reasons. She's experienced them before, and she doesn't dislike the feeling, but...To put it simply, she has heard there is a very strong genetic component to addiction.

Whether or not this is true, she does not want to find out, nor is she exactly interested in seeing the kind of person she could become in that respect.

This doesn't stop her from being a very willing designated driver and chaperone to 3 other intoxicated women, and it certainly doesn't stop her from laughing her ass off at the bizarre antics the 3 of them get up to. It also does make her feel much better about the entire situation to make sure they're all supervised (The one time they all got it in their fuzzy little brains that they wanted pancakes and tried to burn the house down comes to mind).

This, of course, isn't to say that it's all sunshine and rainbows. Something that removes your inhibition doesn't remove everything negative you think; in fact, it does quite the opposite.

Sometimes, the happy, giggly moment, fizzles into tears.

Sometimes, Monika talks about how crushing the expectations of everyone around her is. Sometimes, Sayori talks about how much she hates everything about her body. Sometimes, everything is too loud, and Yuri can't stop herself from breaking down in a corner. Natsuki tries hard not to kill the mood, but it's hard to resist saying what's on your mind when the 3 people around you can't stop saying what's on theirs, and can't stop the emotions running high about how much they think you deserve better. Maybe there's a little contact high in the air...

Every single time, invariably, they work hard to sort it out. They might be a little loopy, but none of them care more about anything than each other. They don't care if the vibe is killed; the others' feelings are more important.

That's how I see it. This ended up being so long that I...don't quite know how to tag it! I'll figure something out.

Also:

Thank you for the headcanons, anon!

#cw: drug use #asks #my headcanons #musings #ddlc monika #ddlc sayori #ddlc natsuki #ddlc yuri #ddlc #doki doki literature club #ddlc mc

[littlerosette]

favorite fic dynamics

i saw a post recently by @onwriting-hrarby where she described three of her favorite relationship dynamics that she wrote in her fics and i wanted to try it too! so these are mine, and like she said in her post, feel free to do it too!

number three: eren and mikasa’s complicated friendship in “second impressions.” there’s an old love there that’s at the root of everything they do and everything they say to each other, but it’s become twisted due to eren’s initial antagonism towards her, then due to reveal of what he did while with zeke. aka the “no one knows me like you do. no one can hurt me like you can” pair.

“I heard a troubling rumor,” he said, finally glancing up at her. In his eyes, she found stone, the harsh edge of granite, cutting into her. “About a boy we both knew.”

Mikasa bit into the soft muscle of her cheek, tasting iron. Her breath caught in her chest, twisting painfully, and all she could think was: who? Who saw us? Who told?

What did they say?

Did they describe:

Eren with his hand around her forearm, snarling. Mikasa glaring up at him. Both of them spitting at each other, hurling insults, seeking to inflict injury onto the tender places only known between them, simply because they could, because it was easy to press on each other’s bruises like children and say, see? See what I can do to you?

number two: padmé and vaderkin in the “the devil wept.” not a lot has been explored about their relationship just yet, but i want to say that they have an intimate loathing towards each other. it will grow even deeper once their spiritual connection starts to really manifest. aka the “i hate him so much that sometimes when i look at him, i can hardly breathe” pair.

She flinches when she hears him, but doesn’t turn around, keeping her back to him. Vader stares at it, fantasizing about how easy it would be to skewer through it. She was slim, petite and underfed. It would take barely any effort at all.

“I can feel what you’re thinking,” she says in her bravest voice, finally chancing a look at him. Her face is blanched pale. “My only request is that you make it quick.”

Vader regards her as she sits up. Her fingers curl around the edge of her durasteel bench-bed, visibly shaking. She makes such a compellingly sad image that he finds himself wanting to take her up on the offer, if only to quell the rampaging beast inside him; it wants his teeth around her neck. Her blood in his mouth.

number one: eren and mikasa’s tortured longing in “you are the knife i turn inside myself.” this fic was fascinating to write because i was in love with the idea of writing a love story that felt painful and reluctant. mikasa never really forgets who he is throughout the story, but she allows herself to love him despite never truly forgiving him. eren, meanwhile, deludes himself into believing that she is the exception of her kind, and only vows to change his worldview at the end, so we never see his true metamorphosis. it’s a bittersweet love story. aka the “i longed for him and he disgusted me” pair.

“And if you want to turn me away that’s okay too,” he says, wrecked. “I-I’ll accept it. I’ll give you money so that you can buy food and shelter and I’ll—“

She shushes him, lifting his head from her knees and sliding her palms over his cheeks. She stares down at him, at his wet, vibrant green eyes and the tear marks that slip down to his chin. He has the face of a murderer. She’s seen it. She’s seen what his hands look like when coated with blood, and she despises him for how profoundly he can hate what he doesn’t understand, and yet—

And yet she loves him too. She loves him despite the fact; she loves him because of it. It’s not the airy, light feeling she’s heard about from her older sisters. It’s deep and sinking. It claws and twists and maims at her from the inside, but it’s hopeful. Love is hopeful. Loving him will always feel like taking a leap of faith.

this was fun!! i love this idea so much, hera😭❤️

#tdw readers look especially at the first one lmao #drawing a lot of inspo from that dynamic #anidala #eremika #my fics #the devil wept #witch-hunter #second impressions #fic game

[crushsung]

WHAT  YOUR  MUSE  WILL  NOTICE  ABOUT  MINE...

WHAT  THEY  LOOK  LIKE.   conventionally pretty, but not particularly glamorous or bold. doesn't wear much makeup off stage, lip tints and mascara at most. never foundation or concealer or any base makeup because she doesn't like how it sits on her skin. a bit of pallid complexion and dark circles when she's tired - which is often.

WHAT  THEY  SMELL  LIKE.   bergamot, jasmine, honey, sea breeze, sandalwood. typically wears aegea blossom eau de parfum by aerin.

WHAT  THEY  TASTE  LIKE.   a bit of peppermint lip balm, tobacco usually. cherries, whiskey, and sweet vermouth after a manhattan.

WHAT  THEY  SOUND  LIKE.   speaks extremely deadpan, stoic. very devoid of affectations and most emotion. soft-spoken, but firm. tendency to sound bored or mad even when she isn't. (see: speaking voiceclaim.) pleasant singing voice, melodic and airy. very gentle and soothing to listen to. there's a warmth there that doesn't come out when she speaks. (see: singing voiceclaim.)

WHAT  THEY  FEEL  LIKE.   fragile, but stiff at times. like her bones are made of glass - gets sharp, if you're too rough with her. she has sensitive skin, but light callouses on her fingertips.

tagged by @thieved my bff tagging @denouemente, @fals3nd, @curseplay, @inbreeze, @rcjoice, and anyone else who wants to!

#* headcanons. #* introspection. #* dash games.

[rejectofsociety]

made up fic title: stay til morning

Guess who completely fucking forgot about this? Anyways, first thing that popped into my head: vampire ednancy au, and it’s longer than I intended, so it’s below the cut.

As Eddie lays below her, she traces her fingers along the curves of his face: his temple, his brow, down his nose, resting on his lips. Eddie presses a kiss to her fingertips as his own trail upwards to rest on his neck. He almost makes himself wince when he touches the two swollen little holes beside his vein, just missing it.

Nancy takes her fingers away from his lips to swat his hand away from his neck. Although, she’d be lying is she said she didn’t love to see him like this: face bleached of color, lips lightly trembling, eyes misted over but full of love for her nonetheless.

“Don’t touch it,” she demands, her voice firm yet gentle, “and make sure you get it cleaned and covered.”

“So bossy,” he gives an airy chuckle, moving to rest his hands on her thighs where she straddles his waist.

“More like worried,” Nancy corrects, eyebrows arched, “you don’t take very good care of yourself, you know.”

Eddie mimics her arched brows, eyes going a little wide, “how can you tell? Does my blood taste weird?”

She shrugs, “Good weird.”

“Oh my god-“ he covers his face with his hands, although beneath them he’s smiling at the sound of Nancy’s amused giggling.

“Are you really embarrassed about how your blood tastes?”

“Yes,” he stresses, his expression dropping to a frown as she takes his hands away, “we agreed that I’m your little snack—“ he stifles a smile as she laughs at his peculiar wording “—and I wanna be a good one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she hums, resting her hands on his chest and stroking his skin with slow circles of her thumb, “I like it. Besides, of all the people I’ve tasted, you’re the best.”

“You’re the best I’ve ever tasted, too.”

Nancy’s cheeks flush as she rolls her eyes fondly, “you’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he reminds, eyebrows raised.

A smile on her lips, she leans down, first pressing a light kiss to his lips. Then, she moves down to his neck where she flattens her tongue against the two little holes she left there earlier. His hands move to rest on her thighs as she laps up the little beads of blood left behind, and she smiles against his skin when she feels his muscles tense below her.

She presses her open mouth to his neck, and he reaches up to grab a handful of her hair. She cradles the back of his head with one hand and then—

The alarm clock goes off.

Nancy’s shoulders go slack, almost with defeat, and Eddie lets out a quiet sigh. She slowly pulls away from him and slides off his lap, his hands holding onto her as long as they can. And when they can’t anymore, the tips of his fingers trail along her skin until she moves just out of reach.

“I have to go.”

“Why?” Eddie begs, his voice strained although he knows the answer. It’s less of “why must you leave?” and more of a “why must it be this way?”

“You know why,” she says lowly as he sits up.

“Please, it’s only midnight,” he pleads, “can’t you stay a little longer?”

She shakes her head, her eyes mournful for the time they lose, “I don’t wanna risk it. I’m sorry.”

His shoulders slump and his eyes fall away from hers. He mutters its fine, although they both know that it’s not. She tucks a few curls behind his ear and lets her hand rest on his cheek. He sets his hand on top of hers, still able to feel the disfigurations from the last time they risked it— and the sun scorched her. She’s right, they shouldn’t risk it. Although they both wish she could stay just a bit longer, just til morning.

#oops #this is one big oops #it took way to long to finish #But thank you so much for sending it #i had fun with it #reject’s writing #ask game #roykentt #ednancy

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

I just saw this and thought it was kind of neat.

Gakuto Kajiwara was talking about how he became a seiyuu during the first bit. Around 5:40ish, they show a couple of pictures from his time in high school (which he did in Singapore). He looked like a background character in the second shot they showed (when he wasn't on stage performing). Masayoshi Oishi (the host) is quite a big otaku himself, so they were discussing many anime. At first, it was just Dragon Ball, but then they got down to discussing romcoms.

Here are Kajiwara's three rom-com recommendations (I've already heard of and watched 2/3 of them and refuse to watch the other sooooooo yeah):

Oreimo (Ore no Imouto ga konnani kawaii wake ga nai)

Oishi called this one "Our [Kajiwara and his] bible". Kajiwara gave a brief rundown of the synopsis (since Airi Suzuki is not much of an anime otaku yet). Oishi asks Kajiwara for his favourite character. He says Ayase, which is apparently quite rare for the fanbase despite Oishi also saying that's his favourite as well ( she seems to be the anti-otaku character in a very otaku anime). He goes into why he likes Ayase in particular and reveals he likes tsunderes (with this one apparently approaching yandere territory). He then realizes mid-explanation that he may be a masochist. ((Also, I can't believe this anime is 12 years old. I feel old.))

Toradora

You see, this recommendation I can get behind. He describes it as a "odd couple romance you can't take your eyes off of" which is actually very accurate. Oishi said, "THAT'S MY FAVOURITE ANIME!!!" They share a lot of taste. To be fair, Toradora is great (but I feel like I'd like it less on rewatch). Kajiwara gives another synopsis, and Airi says she might actually like that anime. Oishi, of course, asks who his favourite character is. He says Taiga to which he says they share a favourite character. They talk about how she's rough on the outside but has a beautiful heart on the inside makes their hearts flutter. Personally, I'm more of a Minorin fan myself.

Kanojo Okarishimasu

After a brief rundown, Oishi talked about the Twitter campaign they had when the anime was first released where you could hear the characters answer the phone if you called a certain number or something along those lines. Oishi said, "I called that number around 30 times." Airi responded, "I think I would too if they had a hot male voice on the other side, so I think I understand." The seiyuu fandom exists partially on that kind of idea, so it's definitely not rare. Since Oishi and Kajiwara share a lot of favourite characters, they decided to both say their favourite character from this series at the same time. They both said Sumi-chan which goes against their past picks since Sumi is not a tsundere and is more of the embarrassed and shy type. I can see why people like her. I think she's very sweet and cute but definitely trapped in the wrong series since KanoKari turns into a dumpster fire.

Fun fact: Kajiwara has starred with Sumi's voice actress, Rie Takahashi, recently in Romantic Killer which is probably one of my favourite recent romcoms!

#kajiwara gakuto #seiyuu #anime recommendations #oreimo #toradora #kanojo okarishimasu #Youtube

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Little Things

Hiya kids... Uncle Alto here. I might have "borrowed" Rabbit's account after she failed to log out while getting lunch. So... while she's still off getting our beef stroganoff, let me tell you a little more about Site Command's unofficial favorite intern.

First off, Rabbit is the first to just jump in to try and help. Very good in a person, but... somehow it never really seems to occur to her to not help out.

She's scarily observant. She knows who's not doing well with hardly any interaction. Hell, sometimes she manages to predict who's about to breach before I do, and resolved the issue before it gets out of hand. Dr. Glass swears 914 gave her clairvoyance.

She may be sweet in person and on the phone, but in the COD lobby, don't mess with her. She's lethal with a RAAL in game.

She always smells great, like my favorite branch of Federal losers... ATF. Alcohol (whiskey), tobacco absolute, and firearms (hint of gunpowder). Gotta find out what perfume she wears, I dig it.

She can cook. Kinda wish I declared war on soup before now that she's bringing lunch in.

She's good at artsy stuff. It's cool to see some of the things she makes. Dr. Light loves the bracelet Rabbit made her for her birthday. She keeps threatening to make me a lei to go with my Polynesian shirts... Rabbit, if you're wondering, red is my color according to 173.

She's the first intern I've seen to make Dr. Iceberg afraid of her. Julian isn't scared of shit, really... but on the rare chance Rabbit blows her stack, he runs and hides in his office. Thankfully, Rabbit is usually chill.

She's adorable when she blushes. Which happens whenever she's complimented. Dr. Gears told her she made great coffee (she does, fyi) and she turned the cutest shade of pink.

She wears these cute little green dresses, which normally no female who had to fight would pick. Nothing too risqué, maybe the skirts are a bit shorter or with a slit on the sides. Yet, she's never had issues with fights, not even in heels. Abel's even impressed she can flip kick in 4 inch chunky heel ankle boots. And they hurt. I got one to the chest last Friday during the Soup Incident, and I'm still bruised a week later. Cute, but kicks like a ballet-trained mule.

She hasn't been back to West Virginia in years, but still has the accent. It comes out stronger if she's tired or getting sick of crap. The trigger warning for her getting really angry? "Bless your heart" or some variant, followed by brutal honesty. Rabbit angry is still polite, but maliciously so. And, so long as she's not mad at me, I'm here for it. While others raise their voices in anger, she tends to get icily quiet. I've only heard her yell once, and it was at Abel. He was so shocked he dropped his sword. Yeah... Yelling Rabbit is Peak Scary Rabbit. Rarely happens, though.

She loves dark chocolate. I think it tastes like dirt, but she enjoys it.

She's very practical for someone claiming to be a witch. Not militant witch, nor airy-fairy, but very grounded. Like, before saging the office for evil spirits, check the carbon monoxide detectors first stuff. But will holy water the hells out of a fool if needed. Fun fact, even for non-demons, a super soaker full of holy water will at least slow someone down a bit, if not just confuse them.

She's not flirting, she's just nice. Catches people off guard, but some guys just take it the wrong way.

When she's had enough of my crap, she'll tease me relentlessly. Favorite insult of hers towards me? "Bless your heart, Dr. Clef, but, you ain't evil. You're just a surf hobo with access to shotguns. Tone it down."

For a Dungeons and Dragons game, she once created the most evil minions I've seen in game. Forget what she called them, but they were basically what would happen if a casowary horde caught the G-Virus in Resident Evil, but with a hive mind. Meaning... see one, get killed by many while the rest beeline to you and your crew's asses. Rather face an entire factory of Nemesis and Mr X than see those demented nightmares ever again. I took the first chance to lay low after my poor rogue barely survived... which led to a one night subplot, "Phineas The Unseen Attempts to Evade the Overly Serious Sisters of Sigyn and Dodge the Bills". Fun times, but I got out of it.

She's actually funny. She can be mean, but it's with an intent of improvement. Some of her jokes are a bit odd, especially the dad jokes. An example; Dr Gears- "I'm serious-" Rabbit- "Hi, Serious, I'm Rabbit." I did see ol COGswell crack the tiniest hint of a grin while shaking his head.

She's seen the weirdest shit in creation, yet hasn't stopped marveling at little things. The first snowfall is still magic to her. She likes the sounds of thunderstorms, stuff like that. It's honestly one of the things that surprised me most.

She keeps a secret stash of candy for surprise incentives for junior researchers. Those that do good work will often find proposals returned with a candy bar enclosed. Really clever and well drafted ones get the better options.

I've only known her personally over a year or so, but... it's easier to tell her some of the terrible stuff happening than even Glass. She never really judges, just listens and tries to come up with solutions. Plus, sometimes she brings in goodies.

Her laugh. I swear by 343, if anyone really gets her laughing it's more infectious than a zombie virus. There was a three way Joke-Off in the site cafeteria between myself, Bright, and Agent Maine, by the end of round two none of us could tell any more jokes we were all laughing so hard. Her laugh is loud, but like a good pitch.

I may have a tiny crush on my intern. This... may be trouble. But then, I am a Clef, it's only natural I find trouble, heh.

#dr clef #scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit

[lusianarendraws]

Quick Overview - My OCs, their S/Os (and their possible children)

Ikemen Prince

Celestina x Leon

Celestina was chosen as Belle. Her beautiful singing voice, and her way of playing instruments very quickly won the lion's heart. He became king, chose her as his wife, and they went on to have two sons!

The first is Soren, the heir to the throne. And second is Nikolai!

Ellie x friends' OC

Elaine is... A tricky one. She is the only princess, very snarky (to make up for her lacking height), and to top it all off, LESBIAN. Elaine is shipped with a friend's OC. They can't have children since they're women, but even if they could, they wouldn't. Elaine is not too fond of children. She already has a hard time dealing with Soren and Nikolai.

Ikemen Sengoku

Michi x Nobunaga

Michi was practically tossed aside by her family after they found out that she has no uterus to continue the bloodline with. Feeling unwanted, she focused all her energy into becoming stronger - strong enough to defend herself. Because if no one else would protect her, she'd make sure she can always rely on herself. This lead her to become snarky and independent. She doesn't do whatever she's told to, and that's exactly what caught Nobunaga's interest. As stated, Michi has no uterus, so they cannot have children naturally. The only option would be adoption, which Michi is admittedly not too fond of.

Emiko x Mitsuhide

At first, Emiko bonded with Masamune when they both would start cooking and exchanging ideas together. Emiko came from the modern world, being a confectioner. She taught Masamune a few things, and he taught her some things about sugar alternatives. Then Emiko discovered Mitsuhide's lacking sense of taste. And it made her determined to punch her way into his taste buds. With food, of course- So yeah, this is basically a "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach" kind of romance. They would go on to have twin daughters!

Mirai (blue hair) and Kiko (white hair)!

Airi x Shingen

Airi was the only daughter of a wealthy clan. However, they fell in war, and Airi had to flee the place. She sought refuge with Kenshin and Shingen. The ladder of the two immediately was interested, as his eyes were set on this young, but very timid beauty. Slowly, he helped her get used to the place. Shingen's disease was treated. They got married and had a daughter.

Her name is is Konatsu!

Ikemen Vampire

Stella x Comte de Saint-Germain

Stella is a Goddess. Though she is very powerful, she barely puts her abilities to use. She escaped from Mount Olympus, wanting nothing more than to just live a peaceful life among mankind, not being adored by them from high above. So she traveled the world, stumbling across the ever so kind Comte. Well, they became acquaintances, then friends, and that slowly became a love so strong that the other Gods felt there'd be no way to talk this girl out of it, no matter how outlandish the relationship between a vampire and a God was.

They went on to have one daughter, Celine! She is a hybrid, has fangs and a bit of her mom's abilities!

Cleopatra x Vlad

Cleopatra was revived by Comte, but she stumbled across Vlad in the streets of Paris. Spending a lot of time together, they slowly fell in love.

Anyway, over the course of their marriage, two children will be born.

Daughter - Chione Viorica

Son - Victor Cairo

Ikemen Revolution

Beatrix x Loki

Beatrix saw Loki running through the streets of Cradle on a cold, stormy day. She made him come inside her shop. Her kindness instantly got his attention. So he came to see her regularly. They got close, and Loki did try to make moves on her very quickly, but she set clear boundaries.

Well, with time, they grew even closer, until neither of them could deny their feelings anymore. After a year of dating, they got engaged. And married.

Since both were relatively young, they'd wait several years before starting a family. But they'd have two kids anyway!

Son - Erik (the older one)

Daughter - Dina

Extra: this isn't a ship because ew, but since she is one of my OCs, I'd like to include Valérie and how her story would end

Valérie is a magical puppet with the physique of a small child, created by the magic tower. Though she does have her own consciousness, she doesn't really understand the concept of being alive. And she doesn't have emotions, leading her to have trouble understanding how other people feel.

At the end of the battle, Valérie gets protected by the Black Army. This ends with her calling Sirius "daddy".

Long story short, Valérie gets adopted and Sirius never hears the end of it. 😃 And everyone else gets called uncle. Except for Luka. He gets the big brother treatment.

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikemen oc #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikevamp comte #oc x canon #romance #ikevamp #headcanon #no one asked for this but I did it anyway lmao #ikemen revolution #ikemen sengoku #ikerev oc #ikerev sirius #ikerev #ikerev loki #cybird ikemen #cybrid #cybird ikemen series #cybird #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen shingen #ikemen prince leon #ikesen #ikepri leon #ikerev ray #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp vlad

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search lxviii

sorry for neglecting this blog for a little while!! gonna try to be more active and start writing again so i have new things to share. in the meantime, here is a tag from @sleepyowlwrites <3 

my words are sigh, swallow, smooth, sound, + shiny and shield

sigh (from night’s daughter v1):

For a solid handful of seconds, I swear that my heart stops beating.

The king? I’m going to meet the king?

Maia must see the sudden shocked panic in my eyes, because she gives me a sympathetic look and a reassuring smile. Pollux, on the other hand, remains unaware, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, I can’t argue with His Royal Majesty, can I?” He leans over the table to pluck a grape from Maia’s bowl. “Enjoy yourselves.”

swallow (from circle of hurt — Caelan and Akina are arguing about Akina getting back together with her shitty ex, and Caelan… took it a bit too far)

(tw: sexual allusions)

“[Adreanna] doesn’t care about me, Cae. She never will. At least Zach actually liked me.”

The thin thread of Caelan’s patience snapped. “Good God, Akina, grow up. He liked having you waiting in his bed whenever he wanted. He knew he could fuck around with every girl in the school and you’d still welcome him back with open arms. And legs.”

A terrible silence fell between them. The sounds of the party drained away as though Caelan had dunked his head underwater, leaving only the rasp of his breathing, loud as thunder in his ears. Akina’s eyes, wide with shock, filled his field of vision until he could see nothing else.

“Kina,” he started, reaching toward her. “I didn’t mean it like that—”

Akina jerked herself back before he could touch her. Between one blink and the next, her eyes were full of tears. “Fuck you,” she said, a trapped sob wavering in her voice.

“Kina,” Caelan said again, more desperately, but she was gone before the word left his mouth. Her silver dress flashed as she turned and stormed off into the crowd, and then the partygoers swallowed her up.

smooth (from night’s daughter v1):

The water of the stream is cold when I dip my fingers in to wash away the berry juice, but refreshingly so. When I cup it in my hands to drink, it tastes clean and clear, even better than water from the village well. Once my fingers are clean, I sit down by the edge and slide my stinging feet in, watching the water whisk away the dirt and the few smears of blood where the forest floor pricked my skin. I can see right down to the streambed, to the stones polished smooth as marbles by the flowing water.

sound x2 (from a little piece about my werewolf girl Tessa):

I stand, shaking the clinging dirt from my fur. For a moment, I feel disoriented, unsteady on my feet.

Tessa.

I pause, head cocked. That means something to me, but I don’t know what. I don’t know what it is. I can’t remember… can’t…

A distant sound reaches me, and my ears perk. It comes again—a faraway howl from somewhere else in the woods.

I tip my head back to the sky. My howl echoes, rising over the sounds of the birds in the treetops, the rustle of new leaves brushing against each other in the wind.

The pack howls back to me, calling me home.

shiny (from night’s daughter v1):

I follow suit a few moments later to get dressed, wondering if there will be a maid’s uniform waiting for me. To my surprise, there isn’t. Instead, laid out on the bed are a loose, airy white shirt and a pair of dark trousers. On the floor beside the bed are shiny black ankle-length boots, not entirely unlike my own beloved pair.

I drift closer to the bed and lift a leg of the trousers, feeling the fine material between my fingers. These are far nicer clothes than I had expected to be dressed in.

shield (from night’s daughter v0):

When [Iliana] smiles again, there is something dangerous in it, like a lioness baring her teeth just before an attack. The power rumbles deep inside me, as if in warning.

I shove my hands deeper into the folds of my cloak, willing the tendrils of shadow to stay put.

“Your new friends have poisoned you against me already, I see,” she muses. “What kinds of stories have they fed you?”

“Nothing but good things,” I say sweetly, keeping that smile on my face like a shield.

i’ll tag @zmwrites @kaiusvnoir @willowiswriting @josephinegerardywriter @akindofmagictoo @ashen-crest and whoever else wants to play!

new words: fold, follow, feet, fingers, and flash

#searching circle #tag games #manuscript search tag #my writing #night's daughter: excerpt #ch: iliana #ch: maia #ch: pollux #ch: celena #circle of hurt #ch: caelan #ch: akina #friendship: caelan x akina #ch: tessa #magic gang

[ohstylesno]

Harry’s House review

music for a sushi restaurant

I instantly really loved this. Great choice for an opener. Groovy, fun, and the horns take it to another level! I was skeptical about the scatting, but I like it in this song, I love the playfulness it has. Sick bass line too.

late night talking

This is so cool. Love the chorus. Fun, funky. Summer tuuune 🍍

grapejuice

Love the way he whispers 1,2,3 - 🥵. I wanna ride a bike during summer while listening to this song. The voice effect during the verses I kinda wish they’d drop. But that’s nitpicking.. The guitar and bass + synth bass is really sick in this and I esp love the choruses. 

as it was

Not gonna say too much about this, other than that I like it but it’s not a fave off the album. But the message from Ruby in the beginning is sooo cute 🥺

daylight

Love the effect that’s on the keys in this! So nice. «If I was a blue bird I would fly to you» idk why it’s so cute when he sings that. It’s so airy and groovy. Love the part from 1:52 and onwards. I dig this. A shot of serotonin. 

little freak

Here I was expecting Medicine or Kiwi part 2 and then I got this curve ball and got emotional instead. But I reeeally love this. The stacked vocals, the falsetto.. the soft guitar. Some of the lyrics are a bit trite like «Track suit and a pony tail, you hide the body all that yoga gave you» but he gets away with it lol ‘cause this song is just SO sweet. 

“I'm not worried about where you are or who you will go home to. I'm just thinking about you”🥺 

matilda

This song is so special because it’s so relatable for many, which is the beautiful side of music 🥰 The acoustic guitar is so tender in this, and I love how he’s singing, it feels so intimate. Like he’s singing to you on a chair in your living room. LOVEEEE the way he sings «for leaving and growing up» and «for doing it on your own» lyrics. 

cinema

Obsessed. «I guess we’re in time if you’re getting yourself wet for me» tysm harry. I love the groove this has from the get-go. Him singing «do you think I’m cool too, or am I too into you?» is so cute. He’s head over heels with his gf, to the point where he’s afraid he’s being ridiculous. Harry Styles, Mr. Cool himself, is afraid of how he’s coming off! You know he’s down bad because of this song.

«I bring the pop to the cinema» I see what you did there, H 😌

Oh, I also dig John Mayer’s tasteful guitar playing on it. A special, special song.

daydreaming

Another fave. Love THE «baya bababa» background vocals (ykwim) and Harry’s high «OOooohhHHs» throughout the song.

The bass is so good, which makes sense 'cause he got Pino Palladino to play on it. (One of the best bass players in the world who’s a staple on tour with John Mayer.) The rhythm breakdown starting at 1:52 is John’s playing for sure and I wish we could hear more of his soloing in there, but maybe we’ll get that live one day? A fave. Love this song. SUMMER VIBES ☀️

keep driving

This is really smooth, again I just love the groove.

«choke her with a sea view» - love learning something new about Harry 💀 

Could do without the drug references, but I really like this song. 

satellite

Loveee. Such a banger! THE WAY he sings «spinning out waiting for you, to pull me innnnn» and the falsetto in «don’t you know that I am right here» The vocals on this album?? ✨ CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS. ✨ So good. Love the bridge and onwards. It’s giving Kings of Leon 🔥 A fave.

boyfriends

I really love the idea and sentiment behind this song. A lot of people will relate to this. And it’s a beautiful song, I love Ben Harper’s playing on this, love Harry’s vocals and the multitrack harmonies, it’s so lush 😭 It feels old soul but it’s also current, you know? 

love of my life

Again, obsessed with the vocals. This is a really beautiful song to close off the album with. 

Overall thoughts: 

The production level is so high on this, it’s clear he’s got some of the best people in the business with him. He’s taken command of his voice in an impressive way on this record, and his confidence as a songwriter is also more clear now. As I’ve mentioned before I could do without the corny/unnecessary drug references, but alas..This is a very, very solid, cohesive album and I just love how he’s just doing his own thing and not caring about following trends. I can’t even imagine how good he’s gonna get and I’m so proud of how far he’s come and he keeps improving and improving. 🥰 Right now my faves are: satellite, daydreaming, cinema, matilda, little freak, daylight and music for a sushi restaurant! 

#harry's house #review #harry styles

[bakugouxall]

Kacchako Week: Day 1-Festivals

I wrote a bunch of stuff for kacchako week and then life got too busy, so I missed. So I thought I would post it here.

Katsuki sighs, wiping the sweat from his forehead, one hand on his hip, taking a small break. He hates days like this. Hot, loud, and full of people. Festivals just aren’t his type of thing. 

In fact, they are the exact opposite. 

But festivals are where the money is at, for people like him. His food stand has been doing pretty well. People really like his cooking, especially little kids. 

(He doesn’t know why. He’s not a fucking kid person, but the little demons seem to like him for some strange reason.)

Huffing, he cleans his utensils as he calls to the front of the stand. “Kirishima, how are we doing?” 

“We’re going to need more okonomiyaki. And we’re running pretty low on takoyaki,” the redhead yells back from where he’s taking people’s orders. 

Katsuki scowls. It’s great that they’re so popular…but as much as he absolutely loathes to admit it, Kirishima is better at making okonomiyaki than Katsuki is. It drives him insane that no matter how much he practices, he can’t get the same taste. 

Which means, they’re going to switch positions. Katsuki’s ultimate nightmare. He hates taking orders. 

But for the good of the stand. 

So they move around. Katsuki grabs the pad and pen, taking a deep breath. “What do you want?” 

“Could I get yaki imo?” 

The voice is light and airy. Katsuki looks up and is met with the roundest face he has ever seen. The woman that stands before him is short and a bit on the chubbier side, with light brown hair and brown eyes that nearly sparkle. 

She’s wearing a yukata, light pink with little red flowers scattered around. 

She’s beautiful. 

“Uh, excuse me?” 

Katuski blinks. “Uh. Right. Ok. You want yaki imo?” 

“Yes. I’ve heard that you guys make the best.” 

Katsuki nearly puffs out his chest. “Of course. Because I’m the best.” 

She snorts. She’s quick to cover her mouth but Katsuki can hear it. He frowns. “What, you don’t believe me, Cheeks?” 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Cheeks? Do you give all your customers rude names?” 

“Only the ones that insult me to my face.” 

She purses her lips. “You know what? Fair. I’m sorry about that. I truly meant what I said, though. I’ve been told you guys are the best. I can’t wait to try your food.” 

Katsuki huffs. “Be sure to tell others about us once you get a bite.” He winks. “Because I personally guarantee that it’s going to blow your mind.” 

“Oh yeah.” She leans forward. “What do I get if you're wrong and I hate it?” 

He leans on the counter, smirking in her face. “You won’t.” 

“You sound so sure.” 

“Because I am.” 

“Ahem.” 

They jolt, breaking away from each other. There’s an older lady standing behind Cheeks. She raises an eyebrow. “I would like to place an order.” 

“O-of course.” Katsuki looks back at Cheeks. “I’ll get that order out for you…uh-” 

“Uraraka. Uraraka Ochako.” Uraraka smiles at him. “And I hope you prove me wrong.” 

Katsuki feels his chest give a solid thump. He tells himself that it’s determination to not let this ruin his reputation. 

“You’re fucking on.”

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #ochako uraraka

[deep-hearts-core]

2008 - semifinal 1

originally posted 7/12/20

Montenegro I don't hate it. This guy's a good singer and the song is pretty well put together. The staging is kind of tacky, but... it was 2008, I'm not expecting a lot. The chorus is catchy and the background singers are also holding up well. It did seem to kind of go on forever, though. Israel This number is not as stirringly heartfelt as it clearly tries to be, but it's OK. Boaz has an alright voice but I guess it doesn't sound right coming out of his body... it's not a bad voice, very flexible, but it baffles me somehow. The song's nice. Not something I'd have expected Dana International herself to have worked on. Estonia Estonia... hey Estonia... everything alright over there? I don't exactly have it in my heart to hate Leto Svet, but I'm confused by it. Sheer dumbassery from Estonia, here. I did like the exploding accordion gag but this song is, like... what is it even trying to do? Is it kids' music? Is it satire? I don't know, I don't speak Estonian. Therefore this doesn't go anywhere for me.

Moldova Not a style of music I enjoy, and the staging is ugly and uncomfortably childish on a woman who looks as old as Geta does. Hard pass. San Marino Complice is not a bad first entry! Miodio is kind of intense to watch but he's singing pretty well and the song doesn't suck. The staging felt kind of disjointed to me and it didn't make the song memorable at all - although the chorus did definitely stick in my head. Belgium Catchy, and unironically fun. Doesn't make me feel anything, although I don't think it's supposed to - it's just supposed to be silly and folksy, and in that regard it succeeds. There's something so pleasantly memorable about the circus dress and the whimsical tune. I do think it could have benefited from a more youthful, less classical voice though. This singer seemed to be having some trouble with her breath control. Azerbaijan They're both strong vocalists and I find the stage concept of Elnur and Samir as devil and angel intriguing at least in theory. It does feel really overwhelming though, between the rock instrumental and the intense vocals and the crazy silver of Elnur's costume.

Slovenia This starts out really weird and then calms down. After the costume change, I really like watching Rebeka perform - somehow, she manages to pull off that godawful combination of green and purple. She has a lot of stage energy and a really strong voice. Song's good too - there's a pattern so far in this semi of strong choruses and forgettable verses... Norway I think this is one of my favorites from the year. Maria has a great, strong voice and a really great stage energy. The lyrics do need some work though, especially in the verses - the "catch you off guard like bad crimes" line does throw me off the song, even just a little bit. Poland This is inoffensive but kind of boring. It has things I like in staging - smoke, violins - but it doesn't come together the way that, say, Norway 2014 does. I don't think this song intended to be jury bait, it just ended up that way. The dress was kind of ugly and Isis' vocals, while stable, were a little airy for my taste. Ireland I am not going to waste my time commentating on this one. Nobody even reads these and of all the songs to expend energy on analyzing for an audience of zero it's not this one. Andorra This is a pretty solid Eurodance number - Gisela's singing well and performing well and the song doesn't suck and the background singers are doing their jobs - were it not for that hideous outfit. I want to like this! I do! But then I remember the blown-out hair and weird headpiece and armored-looking dress and all my enthusiasm just dies.

Bosnia & Herzegovina It goes out of its way to be quirky, which I don't necessarily love, but it doesn't try and take itself seriously while doing it so that's okay I guess. The song is nice to listen to even if it's not nice to watch. Armenia  I think this is probably the weakest out of the Greece-Ukraine-Armenia power trio. I still like it but the performance definitely left something to be desired (this is not an understatement! It only felt like there was a little bit missing) and while I love Sirusho and her music she's not great live. Also, I'll be honest, I'm kind of put out by the 80s hair she has going on here. Netherlands How tf did this not qualify? Hind has a great voice and is really energetic to watch. The song is also really good. The staging was maybe kind of stagnant but that shouldn't have been enough to disqualify the song. Finland Finland still trying to ride the Lordi wave, I see. I don't like hard rock but this song isn't, like, something I super hate. That's about all the feelings I have about it, though.

Romania This song is nice. Both vocalists are good and while I'm not a fan of the genre ping-pong that happens in this song like some others at Eurovision (glares at Greece 2011) it comes together okay in the end. Nico and Vlad sound nice together too - not just individually, but they blend well. Russia Believe is not an amazing song. Dima Bilan is not even that great a singer. No, where Believe sells itself is with the show. Dima knows how to put on a show and so does the Russian delegation, if that ice skater is anything to go by. I know why this won, I recognize the individual factors, but that doesn't mean I have to like it very much. Greece I really love this? Like, I have no reason to, the staging was unnecessarily sexual and bright and Kalomira doesn't have the greatest vocals in the world, but somehow this entry just makes me happy. It's fun!

My personal qualifiers Greece Norway Romania Netherlands Russia Armenia Montenegro Israel Slovenia San Marino Miscellaneous thoughts These postcards are cute... I'm losing it over the Moldovan one reading "answer your phone! answer your phone!" over and over again. I really like this orchestra interval! Not exactly creative but they sound nice and that counts for a lot.

#esc reviews