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minarisplaything · 10 months

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Blackpink In Your Area (Part Two)

pairing: jisoo x male reader (featuring an instigating jennie) word count: 1.6k rating: Explicit Summary: picks up where part one left off which you can find here. , part three is here

It was as if time itself had been frozen.

Jennie stood there, one hand still pressed against the wall while another now covered her mouth in shock. Jisoo was motionless, cum coating her hair and face and looking like she was torn between disgust and wanting to cry. And then there was you, standing there like an idiot with your mouth hanging open and your cock hanging out.

"Oh my god."

Jennie was the first to react and the first to move. "Jisoo, baby, are you okay?" she moved from her position, acted as though she had not just been getting her brains fucked out backstage. It left you bewildered but in reality was Jennie was doing the smart play. If Jisoo ran off they your little escapade would be discovered and likely worse things to come.

Your girlfriend handled her with care, gently brushing your cum from her strands of her. In response Jisoo nodded, finally seeming to gain her senses. "I-I didn't know you were..." she trailed off and you caught her gaze briefly shoot to your hanging cock. The silence was momentary but you couldn't help but wonder if Jennie had noticed it as well. "If I had known I wouldn't have come by I swear. I just didn't know where you were and — "

"Ssh, it's okay. Don't worry about it" Jennie reassured her.

If you had to label the dynamic between the two, Jennie was certainly the more dominate one while Jisoo seemed more meager and pure. A thought that had your cock twitching back to life.

Jennie continued to talk to Jisoo, her voice lowering to the point that you weren't able to hear what she was saying; all you could do was see Jisoo's small nods as she looked at Jennie with doe-eyes. What happened next nearly had you double over in shock and definitely had you hard again.

Jennie wiped some of the cum that had landed on Jisoo's cheek, however rather than flick or wipe it aside she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of the fluid. What are you doing?! my inner voice screamed. She had just been calming Jisoo down, maybe even making her forget all that had happened and now she had very bluntly and boldly reminded her! And yet it didn't stop there. Next, Jennie wiped off another glob of cum and wiped it on her tongue however she didn't swallow it, instead leaving her mouth open and tongue out expectantly. Jisoo, no longer the stunned deer in headlights, seemed to know exactly what was expected of her as she leaned forward to kiss her band mate.

It was a display you had never expected, yet judging by the way your cock was quickly hardening again one you were thoroughly enjoying. Your girlfriend's hand settled on Jisoo's neck, deepening the kiss effortlessly. It made you wonder if they had experience with this kind of exchange.

When the finally parted you were more turned on than before and equally as confused. "Um, Jennie? Do you want to fill me in on what's going on?" After all you were still standing there with your cock out feeling rather...exposed.

Jennie looked at Jisoo and then back to you. "Well..." she started, stepping forward, her hand curled around her friend's as they came towards you. "I think Jisoo wants to do something for you. If you don't mind that is."

Her words caused my mind to go blank trying to process what she was offering. You looked to Jisoo but rather than meet your gaze her eyes were transfixed on your exposed cock. Fuck was this really about to happen? You looked back to Jennie who now wore a cheshire grin. Clearly she was on board with this and you wondered if this didn't have to do with what she had whispered to her.

"She feels really bad about walking in on us like she did" Jennie's free hand moved up, stroking aside stray strands of Jisoo's hair.

Hell if anyone should feel bad it was you, you shot your cum on her after all. Now you couldn't help but think about doing so in a different manner. You looked back to Jisoo for confirmation but she was still transfixed.

"Is this true, Jisoo?"

"I..." she paused, swallowing thickly, "Yes...I want to do something for you." She finally looked up to meet your gaze, a certainty in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

The whole situation was rather sudden but it had made you extremely hard. Besides who were you to turn down a proposition from another member of Blackpink when you had your girlfriend's approval? Having made up your mind you gave a nod and Jennie looked practically gleeful. She leaned over, whispering some more things to Jisoo — whether it was instructions or encouragement only they knew.

You stood in anticipation, cock twitching when you saw Jisoo descend to her knees. Jennie who had been standing next to her moved to you, her hand on your shoulder. You would have asked her something but your mouth turned to cotton when you felt Jisoo's hand wrapping around your cock quickly followed by the warmth of her mouth.

Forgetting where you were for a moment you let out a moan. The visual of Blackpink must have taken that as a sign to continue as she wasted no time in taking your length fully, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm already.

"Look at her" Jennie cooed in your ear, her breath hot against it, "She's such a good girl isn't she?"

Where you had previously been focused on the the feeling and pleasure you looked down to lay your eyes on the sight. And what a sight it was. Kim Jisoo eagerly blowing you, her tongue swirling around your cock, her eyes occasionally glancing up to look at you. All you could do in response to her question was nod. A giggle left Jennie and she followed it up by placing a kiss against your neck.

"You know..." she started, speaking between each kiss, "You don't have to be so gentle with her." Jennie nibbled on your earlobe, her hand finding one of yours and guiding it to rest on the back of Jisoo's head. "She likes it rough."

Normally you might have hesitated, maybe asked first, but you were completely lost in the moment. Truth be told you were under Jisoo's spell as much as you were under Jennie's. As such it took less than a minute for you to act on your girlfriend's words, pushing down on Jisoo's head and forcing her to take your full length. She was surprised and caught off guard, gagging on your cock. You wondered if you had acted to hastily yet you could practically hear Jennie grinning from ear to ear. Had this been a part of her plan too?

Unwilling to change course, you pulled Jisoo's head off of your cock giving her a moment to catch her breath before pushing her back down. This time she was prepared, her throat relaxing as she took you fully. And god did it feel amazing. So good that you did it again. And again. And Again. Until it reached the point you were face-fucking a national beauty. In the backstage of her own concert no less!

When you finally pulled her off the innocent and pure face of Kim Jisoo was now a lewd display.

Her eyes were glazed over, tongue extended as a mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailed from her mouth.

"Isn't she beautiful" Jennie chimed in, a delicate hand reaching around you to cup Jisoo's chin. You could only nod wordlessly, enraptured by the sight.

You felt Jennie's presence shift from next to you and soon she was leaning down, turning her bandmate's head to hers and closing the distance between their lips. If you thought their kiss earlier had been marvelous, this was spectacular. Your cock twitched in appreciation, drinking in every moment of the sight.

When Jennie finally pulled away her thumb wiped at her bottom lip, a smug look on her features. She gave you one look and instantly you knew your girlfriend had another devious idea.

"You know" she started, her fingers wrapping around your cock and stroking you slowly, "I think there's an even better gift she can give you."

This comment seemed to bring Jisoo out of her lewd haze, her eyes darting over to Jennie as she bit her bottom lip. You hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two girls. The thought alone had your cock primed to act but this was one thing you couldn't just take Jennie's word on.

"Babe, I don't know that seems risky..."

You and her had just got caught doing exactly what Jennie was suggesting so it wasn't as if you were lying. You couldn't begin to imagine the trouble if someone else found the three of together.

"Please."

The response didn't come from Jennie but instead Jisoo. You looked over at the vocalist to find her wanton gaze looking back at you. "I want it...Here. Just like you were earlier."

You could see Jennie grinning out of the corner of your eye. Was this all just another part of her plan? "You heard her baby, you should get to work quick" Jennie winked and gave your cock a squeeze.

You could only watch in admiration as Jisoo stood, shyly pulling off her training shorts from beneath her outfit.

"God, look how wet she is just from sucking you off" your girlfriend observed, "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

You didn't need to hear Jennie's confirmation, you could see it for yourself and the sight only drove your lust to new heights. Wordlessly you stepped towards Jisoo, the timidness you had felt earlier rapidly giving way to lust. You wanted to be inside her, needed to be. Given the treatment you had received earlier, you weren't sure how long you could last but you were ready to make the most of it.

Jisoo turned, one hand reaching out to grab the nearest surface. You had almost forgotten the fact that you were backstage, but the benefit was there were plenty of places for her to grab hold of. Hiking up her skirt, you half expected Jennie's hand to guide your cock to its new hole, but when she didn't intervene, you were more than happy to take the initiative. Leaning forward, your engorged head pressed against her slit, sliding in with some resistance.

With Jennie, you had worked each other up and teased beforehand, but this time there was no such thing. You're not sure either of you would have been able to handle it.

A small yelp left Jisoo as you sheathed yourself deeper into her, reveling in the sensation. It had been ages since you'd been inside any pussy that wasn't Jennie's, and you felt a bit guilty admitting to how good it felt. Her walls clenched around you, welcoming your invasion as one of your hands gripped her lithe waist. Despite wanting to bask in the sensation, you had enough presence of mind to remember time was of the essence. That and your cock was begging for more than just staying still.

You recalled Jennie's earlier words. That despite Jisoo's meager demeanor, she liked things rough. Did that extend to this as well? There was only one way to find out. You pulled your cock out before slamming it back into Jisoo, shaking her petite frame. A moan was cut off as she clamped a hand around her mouth.

Well, that was a good sign.

Her moans were all it took for the switch in your head to go off. Jennie's interruption earlier had left your cock eager for release, and you would be damned if you didn't get it now. You started to pound into the Blackpink vocalist with reckless abandon. Each stroke stretched her tightness more and more. If you were caught right then and there, you don't think you could've brought yourself to stop. You had finally reached heaven, and there was no going back now.

"Oh fuck."

The accented words sounded all too familiar, and you glanced over to see that this time around Jennie wasn't content simply playing a spectator. Her fingers were dipped between her thighs, wrist moving frantically as she got herself off at the sight of her boyfriend fucking her best friend. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths; the visage alone was enough to have your cock swelling inside Jisoo. If you were going to get off, then it was only right that she did as well.

You may not have had Jennie in your ear coaching you this time, but you had an inkling of exactly what was needed. You leaned over Jisoo, her back arched against you, "Jennie's watching right now. You should put on a show for her, don't you think?"

As expected, before she could even muster a verbal response, her pussy tightened around your dick at the mere mention of Jennie watching.

"Well, what do you think?" You questioned, purposefully slowing your thrust to get an answer out of her. You'd like to think if Jennie could speak right now, she'd be proud.

"Y-Yes…"

"Yes what, Jisoo."

"Yes, we should put on a show."

Satisfied with her answer, you picked up your pace again, thrusting forcefully inside her, earning an unmuffled moan in response. You heard another moan from your girlfriend and took it as a sign of approval. Despite being in a similar position to what you had been with Jennie earlier, this had a completely different vibe to it. One that was hard to put into words. You reached forward, grabbing a handful of dark locks and pulled roughly. Jisoo, whose head had been bent forward, was now exposed as you fucked her harder from behind.

You could feel your own release building again, this time even better than the last, but you refused to do so without taking Jisoo over the edge with you.

"Jisoo-ah~ he's getting close, I can tell."

For the first time since you started fucking Jisoo, Jennie spoke up. Her voice was breathy, and you imagined she was drawing towards her own orgasm along with you. You were grateful; it let you focus on fucking Jisoo while Jennie talked her over the edge.

"Ah…When his expression gets like that…" she let out a soft moan, "Remember when he came all over you? He's going to do it again…Fuck…he's going to cum inside you, I'm jealous."

Jisoo covered her mouth just in time as she let out a small scream. However close she had been, Jennie's words were clearly enough to send her over the edge. If you weren't in the midst of nearly cumming, you would have marveled at the power your girlfriend held. Despite her words, you considered pulling out, only to be stopped by Jennie.

"Do it, baby. Cum inside her."

That verbal encouragement was all you needed. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped Jisoo's hips tighter, hips slamming into her once more before your release exploded inside of her. It took a moment; ropes of pent-up cum were finally unleashed as your cock continued to twitch inside her.

For a long moment, all you saw were stars, even as your dick began to soften inside Jisoo. You were faintly aware of Jennie speaking, but you couldn't make out what she was saying with the ringing in your ears. You finally started to come to when Jisoo finally slipped out of your grasp, adjusting her outfit in the process.

You looked to your girlfriend, who had a smile that was far too innocent to not have an ulterior motive.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, we can do some formal introductions. I don't know about you guys, but I think we're all going to get along great."

#jisoo x reader #male reader #kpop smut #blackpink smut #jisoo smut #bpiya series

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 14 days

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Tap, Tap, Tapping

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Summary: You have a strange habit, and Eddie is determined you embrace it.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/notes: No warnings. Just Eddie being a sweet goofy friend. No use of y/n and lots of pet names.

A/N: This was actually inspired by my father lol He's able to tap the rhythm to a song so accurately while riding in the car with the radio on. Whether on the steering wheel or his leg or otherwise. I always thought he would be a fantastic drummer. My mind related it to Eddie somehow 😅😅😅 Enjoy! SorryifthisissuperbadIhaventwritteninsolong

Tiny taglist I haven't forgotten: @zestychili

"What're you doing?" Eddie asked as he drove, glancing over at you momentarily before his eyes went back on the road. The radio played an Ozzy song from a few years back, taking you both back to 1981. Eddie wasn't reminiscing though. He was too focused on you presently.

Pulled out of your daze, you looked at him. "Hm?"

"With your hand," He gestured to you. You looked down at your hand resting still on your thigh.

Once again, you look up at him, this time confused. Before you can say anything though, he speaks again.

"Agh, you stopped," He grumbled. "Did you know you do that? Tap your fingers to music?"

You lifted your hand and looked at it as if it were a foreign object. "Uh.... I mean yeah, I guess. A lot of people do that, Eds," You chuckle, despite feeling a bit flattered he noticed such a small detail. It was one of your little ticks, something you did without thinking much of. You'd done it ever since you'd discovered music. Rock music only made it happen more often.

Eddie pulled up to his trailer and put the van in park, turning to face you more instead of getting out. "No but like, you do it differently. You're completely following the drums in the song."

A sigh left you as you opened the passenger door, anxious to get to that joint Eddie promised you. "Uh yeah, that's kind of the point of tapping your fingers to a song. You follow the beat." You quipped as your feet landed on the gravel.

The driver side door opened and closed with yours and Eddie rounded the front of the van to you. "You don't get it, when I say you follow the drums, I mean it. You hit every beat completely in time. I mean sure sometimes you mess up, but like.... you could be a drummer, sweets. For real." His dark eyes were earnest.

You rolled your eyes and dismissed him, pushing past his form and heading towards the trailer. "Eddie you're being dumb," You reply, thinking maybe this was another one of his teasing jokes he always pulled. A drummer? You? You didn't even take band in high school, let alone know anything about drumming.

Footsteps followed after you as you walked up the steps and you lean over to let Eddie unlock his door.

"I'm being serious! I could play a song you've never heard before and you'd have the percussion down like that!" He exclaimed with the snap of his fingers as he fished out his keys and opened the door for you.

It swung open and you walked in, shaking your head. "Because it's easy!! It's all in the patterns, anybody could catch on to that."

Eddie barked out a laugh. "You'd be surprised, hon. A lot of people don't have a single musical bone in their body."

"What I do isn't music, Ed's. It's just.... me being restless. That's all."

"I don't believe that... here, sit." A hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you over to the couch. You opened your mouth to protest but he gave you a stern "Shush," before he disappeared into his room down the hall.

You leaned over to watch as he walked back into the livingroom and plopped an upside down five gallon bucket in front of you. He then held out two drumsticks, a goofy smile on his face. "Play!"

"Eddie...." You can't help but smile at him despite your patience wearing thin. You cross your arms, glancing warily at the drum sticks.

"Come on, sweetheart, just try! Here, I'll even put on music for you." He tossed the sticks at you, startling you as he went over to one of his many boom boxes and hits play.

The music was far too loud, startling you again. It caused you to finally stand and raise your voice. "Eddie!!"

The music immediately stopped as he pressed the button and he looked at you, not the least bit hurt. Just looking.... baffled. Baffled that you didn't want to explore this.

You sigh and step over the bucket to him. "Look, I.... I'll think about what you said. Really. But tonight just isn't the night...."

Eddie's face softened. He knew the kind of day you'd had at work. Customer service was hell and after more than one panic attack because of it that day, well.... it was the whole reason he'd offered to smoke at his place that night. He wanted tonight to be relaxing and fun for you. Now he understood it wasn't the time to treat you like a guinea pig. It was time to treat you like his friend.

He smiled comfortingly at you. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. You're right, tonight's not the night." He agreed, then wrapped an arm around your shoulders to lead you to his bedroom. "But one day, it will be.... Let's forget our worries, shall we?"

"Gladly."

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

Your feet crunched on stray gravel as you passed your garage on your way home from the work day. The large door was open and you paused a moment as you spotted a bucket out. It was full of water and soapy suds. Your family must've caved in and paid that kid down the street to hand wash their car for them. Leave it to the 10 year old to leave out the bucket for someone else to clean up.... That wasn't your first thought looking at it though. Your mind went back to the other night with Eddie and how excitedly he'd put a bucket in front of you to drum on.

Hm.... Maybe you could try it.... it wouldn't hurt. Your house was pretty far from anyone else's out in the rural area of Hawkins, so they would only hear faint banging in the distance. You shrugged. Guess today was the day.

You dumped out the bucket into the grass, suds fanning out, then took a seat on a bench in the driveway. The bucket in front of you, you thought for a moment. You didn't own any drumsticks... turning, you glanced behind you at the wall of tools set up. A couple screwdrivers would have to do.

After swiping the tools, you then put your headset on and hit play on the tape inside your walkman. Immediately, Where Eagles Dare started thrumming in your ears and you smiled. You loved the quickness of this song.

The screwdrivers started moving, beginning in small taps as the pattern of the drums started coming back to you. Soon, the makeshift drumsticks were swinging, hands holding the wrong ends, and you could hear yourself beating the bucket through the headset.

At first you didn't care if you were in time or not. It was fun to let out all your frustration and built up tension from the day by beating a bucket to death. But then what Eddie had said started to make sense.... you were keeping in time with the song, drumming the intricate beat exactly. The smile on your face only grew the longer you went on, closing your eyes and playing song after song after song on your mixtape. It was exhilarating.

After what must've been 15 full minutes of nonstop drumming, sweat on your brow and arms aching, your headset was suddenly yanked off. You gasped and looked up, expecting to see your mother there to scold you for making so much noise.

Instead, there stood Eddie, a huge grin on his face. You look over to see his van in the driveway. How long had he been there?

"See, kid, I told you!! I knew you'd be able to do it! I knew you were a drummer!! Oh we gotta call Garette and have him show you his drum set, he's going to be so psyched to show you the ropes!" He exclaimed, dropping your headset in your lap and jumping up and down in front of you like a child at the zoo.

All you could do was smile back at him, surprised at yourself and blushing horrendously. Bless Eddie.... if not for him, you would havenever figured this out about yourself.

Speechless and needing to hide your reddened cheeks, you lept up and embraced Eddie tightly. Full of joy, he returned the favor, picking you up and spinning you around, happily chanting "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!"

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson one shot #one shot #stranger things one shot #eddie munson x reader #x reader #stranger things x reader

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Hi I don’t know if you do poly Sinclair but if you do can I get a poly Sinclairs x female reader where they help take her out of a really loud place and help her with her anxiety attack?

I just had to step out of a room because I was beginning to have a bad anxiety attack and I just really need some comfort from my boys right now. But if you don’t wanna do it then that’s is fine! I don’t wanna pressure you or anything.

Hello here! I’m quite ashamed it took me so long to post this request!! I’m so sorry for the delay and I really hope you will enjoy this; as usual I tried my best <3

I also hope you’re feeling a lot better now <3

Warnings : mention of killing, panic attack, loud and a little bit violent crowd, a few strong words.

You had never seen Lester so excited like that before, and your heart was absolutely melting at the sound of his happy voice babbling out about this new band he discovered and how they will have a concert nearby tonight. You were giggling at the sight and when he asked you if you wanted to come with him, you just couldn’t say no to him.

The twins raised an eyebrow. Having their baby brother going out alone at a concert was one thing, but having the two of you doing God knows what was another one. And they knew how Lester and you could come up with bad ideas when you were left alone together. Plus, the twins didn’t like when you were away from Ambrose and away from them. They wanted you home, especially Vincent, since he couldn’t follow you out of Ambrose that easily. He was feeling too self conscious for that.

“You should come with us!” you told them, now as excited as Lester. They both shared a look, and it always fascinated you the way they seemed to talk telepathically when they were doing that. It always put Lester a little bit uneasy though, probably because it was making him feel like he wasn’t part of something. You softly took his hand under the table and stroked his knuckles as he gently smiled at you. You really were the best thing that ever happened to the siblings and that was why they had been forced to share you.

Vincent finally shook his head and leaned against his seat, looking down at the table. He didn’t feel like going out of Ambrose, and knowing he would be surrounded by people… and loud ones… It really didn’t seem appealing at all.

“Oh come on, it could be fun” you cooed at him and he shook his head again, so you turned toward Bo’s face. He clearly wasn’t too happy about it either but his protectiveness was too strong to let you go out with only Lester as your bodyguard. The only thought of you being around drunk young men was driving him crazy so he simply sighed before nodding.

“If it’s so important, I guess I’ll come. Vince can wait for us here. Anyways, it’s better with one of us stayin’, just in case” Bo offered and Lester got excited again. He knew you were magical, because his brother would have never come with him if it was only about him. But with you, everyone was trying their best.

“Jonesy will stay with you” Lester told Vincent to bring him some comfort and the masked twin smiled with his eye at his baby brother. He knew Lester was a sweetie.

And before you all knew it, you were getting ready to leave for the concert for which Lester got three tickets. Bo and you decided to not ask how Lester got those tickets so fast when they were all sold out. Lester was so proud to be able to do that, and was in his very adorable excited puppy self. Even the twins didn’t have the heart to tease him or annoy him. They weren’t even sure Lester would realise anything anyways. He was almost jumping in happiness. You grabbed his hand, half afraid he was going to jump so high he would disappear in the sky, half because you were falling in love once again with him. You hugged Vincent goodbye and he held you a little bit closer than usual because he really didn’t like this plan. He was always overprotective with you, not that you minded. Bo followed Lester and you to his car, but not before he exchanged another look with his twin. Bo silently told Vincent that everything was going to be alright; big brother was going to watch over the idiot boy and the cheeky girl. It gave Vincent some comfort and he hid into his basement to forget how silent the town was getting now everyone was gone.

Lester was singing some of his favourite songs of the band in the car and you were singing the chorus. Bo was driving without a word. He was half amused by your bright behaviours but he would have much preferred to be in his armchair, watching a movie with his favourite people around (and you on his lap).

When you arrived at the concert, you calmed down a little because there was something in the atmosphere and general ambiance that you didn’t like very much. You instinctively took Bo’s hand as you kept chatting with Lester. Bo moved closer to you, taking the hint you were now not feeling as at ease as before. He was glad he wouldn’t have to ask you to not leave his side. He wasn’t sure he would be able to find Lester or you in this crowd, and it was quite oppressing him as well. He was also relieved Vincent didn’t come as he wasn’t sure how his twin would have been able to stay calm in there. Lester navigated the three of you through the crowd and tried to find you some good places. Bo and you followed him without a word, focusing on not losing Lester. You quickly hated how many men were in the room and how they seemed to look at you. Maybe you were just paranoid or maybe they were really watching you like a potential prey. They were already all half drunk and going crazy with the anticipation of the beginning of the concert. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice anything and to calm down, but you were starting to feel your chest closing in on itself. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for Lester so you forced yourself to remain calm and to breathe in and out silently. Bo wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his protective side noting you needed some comfort. Lester quieted down a little bit and grabbed your hand to play with your fingers as well.

You thought it would all be better once the concert would be starting, and you were right, for the first half an hour at least. The music was good and you were forgetting about the crowd surrounding you, until a group started to go crazy. They were throwing beer bottles everywhere, loudly screaming and getting closer to the few girls in the audience. You tried very very hard to keep calm, but you could feel your boys tensing up because of those people. Bo grumbled under his breath and Lester sighed, quite annoyed. He really could only approve of his siblings murdering hobbies when people were so stupid, selfish and destructive.

It wasn’t long before you started to have a panic attack. One of the bottles almost reached you and you started to not be able to breathe. You felt like the room you were in was getting smaller no matter how enormous it truly was. Your heart was beating really fast and adrenaline was pumping in your veins as you has the impression that the crowd and the loud noises were closing on you. You leaned against Bo when you started to be too dizzy to fully trust your legs. The boys didn’t even need to think about what was going on: they knew they needed to get you out of this place as fast as possible. Lester was good at finding the way through the cheering, loud and sometimes ominous crowd. When you finally reached outside and the fresh air, you almost collapsed on the ground. Lester and Bo helped you by sitting down against the wall of the building and they knelt in front of you to check on you. You barely noticed their looks of pure concern as you placed your head in between your knees, heavily breathing. Lester stroked your hair, in an attempt to appease you as Bo was gently breathing with you so you could match his calming pace. They stayed like that until you started to feel better. You moved your head and watched them for an instant before leaning against the wall, closing your eyes.

“Ok, love?” Bo asked and you softly shook your head

“Need some air” you whispered in a shaky and hoarse voice.

They both stood up and stepped back so they weren’t crowding you anymore. They watched over you and around them to make sure you were safe. Bo took his phone and sent a message to his twin, as he had promised Vincent to keep him updated.

After a little while, you felt better enough to stand up as well. Lester and Bo were quick to help you on your feet.

“Hug” you mumbled and Bo wrapped his arms around in a very comforting way. It was warm and safe. He kissed the side of your head and held you even closer.

“Ya’re safe, love, it’s alright now.” he whispered to you and you nodded. You stayed like that for a little while again. You moved from Bo to hug Lester as well and he tightly cuddled you.

“I’m sorry, Les” you murmured to him and he shook his head

“Don’t be, darl. Wanna come back home?” he asked and you felt quite guilty so you shook your head.

“I feel better, we can go back to the concert if you want. You were excited about it” you told him, even if you were really not feeling like going back to it.

“Nonsense, we don’t go back in there” Bo replied as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Vince’d kill me if he knew I let ya go back in there. Ain’t safe enough.” he continued and he turned toward Lester for him to agree.

“Yeah, people are shit. We should go back home. We can have our own little concert tomorrow night, at home, that way even Vince’ll be able to enjoy it” he offered and you weakly smiled at him

“You’re the best, Les” you told him and kissed his lips. He blushed and shrugged, before guiding you back to the car. You kissed Bo’s hand before sitting in the vehicle.

“Thanks for looking after me” you said

“That’s our job” Bo replied and you knew he meant it.

Vincent was waiting for you outside the house, and he was quick to open your car door to bring you in his arms. He nuzzled your cheek as his hands roamed your body, scanning you for any injuries or discomfort. You knew he was a drama queen, but you let him do it.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise” you tried to smile at him. “You guys are just worriers” you teased and the three boys all hummed; they couldn’t deny that.

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heyitsjaysblog · 9 months

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Lover's Quarrel (Tiefling!GN!Reader x Astarion)

Words: 3064 | Rated: Teen | Tiefling!Gender-Neutral Reader (Y/N = your name, E/C = eye color, H/C =hair color) Synopsis: Reader is consumed with pent-up sexual frustration, that results in an argument with their vampiric companion. Eventually, the two come up with a way to release said anger. Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, heavy petting, and some angst! Some minor Act 1 spoilers as well, in the case you’ve just began the game. A/N: I just recently started playing BG3, and I am absolutely obsessed with this game. I am trying to use writing as a way of getting the urge to play out of my system LOL. I tried to remember some of the things that took place earlier in the game as well to write the fic. Let me know what you all think! I am hoping I was able to do him justice. I may try to write more, although it may end up revolving more around my original character. This fic was actually inspired after my tall, tiefling baby as well. (image screenshotted from my playthrough!)

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You were never really known to be much of a leader.

If anything, prior to this impromptu excursion, you were often alone. Growing up as a young, orphaned tiefling in Baldur’s Gate manifested your forlorn, self-reliant attitude. You also never really complained, because while you often felt despondent due to all the loss you had experienced in your youth, it also managed to empower you. No longer having to worry about loved ones made you feel more… impervious; as if nothing could be leveraged against you.

Now, you find yourself constantly perplexed by the leadership position that has been thrust upon you by your rather peculiar group of traveling companions. While you all happen to share the burden of serving as hosts to the invasive parasites derived from the Mindflayers, you never thought that you would find yourself leading a group like this. Especially since you never really volunteered to do so in the first place. Now, you’re all on a quest to locate and rescue the dignitary of a quaint druid village, in order to aid in resolving some of the civic issues that have developed within his absence. You couldn’t help but get involved, especially as the issue seemed to revolve around a group of asylum-seeking tieflings, and quite frankly, the situation very much hit home for you. It’s daunting how you’ve managed to end up in this situation after recently escaping captivity on an Illithid vessel, however, you can’t help but feel a bit hopeless when it comes to figuring out how to get these annoying creatures out of your skulls. It certainly doesn’t help that your traveling companions aren’t exactly keen on each other as well. So far, you’ve managed to band together a hot-headed githyanki warrior, a charismatic & rather eccentric wizard from Waterdeep, a dismissively curt cleric, and the infamous Blade of the Frontiers.

You also could not, or rather he wouldn’t let you forget him. The pale, elven rogue, who’ve you recently discovered is a vampire. Within the first few days of meeting Astarion, you both were substantially guarded around each other. Well, you couldn’t help it. He practically held a blade to your neck upon first meeting, and you returned the favor of uncertainty by headbutting him, which was undoubtedly unpleasant, due to your pair of twisted horns. Immediately, you both were not particularly fond of one another, however, things began to shift a bit once you started to get to know him. You realized you both were rather similar, as you both are quick to use others and prioritize your own survival. Things shifted even more once you caught him while attempting to feed on you one evening. It started with him inquiring if he could bite you, and you deciding it was okay, until eventually developing into your rather frequent invitations. You’ve begun to almost desire his bite, developing a minor obsession with the pain and pleasure that comes from his feedings. While you may mentally deny it, there was some sort of internal frustration that was brewing within you, that you couldn’t quite fight anymore.

That had to be the explanation for why you reacted the way you did today.

You and your ragtag group of adventurers found yourselves walking in circles as you attempted to path your way to the goblin camp. Rubbing your temples while your eyes clamped shut from an oncoming headache, you began to mentally recollect some of the signposts you’ve all passed on your way to the camp.

“Fuck- this can’t be right…” you muttered under your breath, opening your eyes and reassessing the map you sketched and plotted of the area so far.

Your group has been wandering in the open roads of Faerûn for some time now, even after enduring an alarming ambush from a group of gnolls. You were very much aware of how tired everyone seemed to be, as well as how nightfall was slowly beginning to creep upon the sky.

Noticing the look of confusion appear upon your face, Wyll began to make his way over to you, attempting to aid your weary eyes in figuring out where exactly you all had ended up.

“(Y/N), let me try to help-” he offered, as you shifted a bit to allow him to join you in reading the map you drafted. You hand over the paper scroll as your tail anxiously swayed. You bit at your pointed fingernail, hoping that he would be able to offer some form of insight.

“Ughhh…” Astarion groaned deeply as he pressed his hands to his face in frustration. “Please don’t tell me you’ve gotten us lost.” he muttered into his hands, which struck a very tender nerve within you.

Furrowing your brows, you fold your arms tightly to your chest, rolling your (E/C) eyes in annoyance at his muffled comment. It wasn’t the first time during this trip that he began to complain, and certainly not the last.

“Astarion…is there something on your mind you’d like to share?” you ask, looking down toward your feet while trying to bide your growing anger.

“Oh, well- …It’s nothing, dear.” he began, gesturing as if he were postulating another thought, although you already had an idea of what was about to leave his lips.

“It’s just that, well- We’ve taken this path at least a DOZEN times, and for some strange reason, WE KEEP GOING THIS WAY!” he yells, stoking the fire that is your anger.

Clenching your fists tightly, your facial expression shifts, prompting Gale’s eyes to widen a bit. Neither he nor the others have yet to see this side of you, especially since you are known to be rather level-headed in times of stress. Your demeanor even takes Lae’zel by surprise, who seems rather entertained by the thought of you confronting Astarion. She begins to smirk a bit to herself, folding her arms as she watches you both begin to argue.

“Okay- Then why don’t you take a fucking crack at it? Especially since you have quite literally done nothing of value when it comes to our journey? Why don’t you fucking lead everyone!” you shout in response, prompting the pale elf’s gait to shift.

His eyes widen at the thought of you raising your voice at him, which leads to him narrowing his crimson eyes into a glare, directed towards you. He decides to approach you, which further angers you, bringing about a scowl on your face.

“Well, quite frankly darling, I can’t be the only one who’s at a loss as to why you are suddenly hellbent on being a savior to a group of tieflings. A group of tieflings, if I made add, that contribute absolutely nothing to figuring out how to cease our transformation into fucking Illithid freaks!” he retorts, leading you to visibly show offense to his words.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” you respond dryly. Even you were questioning your decision to help the tieflings. It seemed so out of character for you, especially since you often only thought of yourself. At the same time, you know that you could relate to the undesired, nomadic lifestyle that is cast upon tieflings in Faerûn. You know personally know what it’s like to not be welcomed into a space because of what you are.

“If you take issue with my choice to help the tieflings, then why don’t you leave?! Find another group of people you can prey upon and use for your own liking,” you suggested in response, attempting to cut into him with your words. However, you know deep down you didn’t fully mean what you said.

Astarion chuckled a bit at your naive attempt to bruise his ego, as he quickly rebutted, “Oh, (Y/N). Who else would you desperately cling to if I was no longer here? You practically throw yourself at me, begging for me to feed from you.” he responds with a salacious smirk, further exacerbating your anger. At this point, the both of you tensely faced each other in such close proximity.

Your fists clench tightly, causing blue-tinted flames to seep through your palms. A pink hue of embarrassment arose across your face.

“...You insufferable, little-” you began before Shadowheart marched over to forcibly place herself in between you both.

“ENOUGH.” she shouts, bringing all of the bickering to a halt. Your party’s mixed facial expressions all seemed to sync in shock, wondering how such a loud shout erupted from your small companion.

“We are all extremely exhausted from the traveling and battling we’ve accomplished today. It’s also rather close to nightfall, which means we should set up camp and resume our expedition in the morning. It’s clear that we all need to take a moment to relax and rest before we continue our pursuit of the goblin camp.” she states, staring the two of you down before finding her own composure.

The flames that began to form in the palms of your hands dissipated as you took a deep breath before abruptly turning from Astarion. You couldn’t believe that he would say that about you in front of everyone in your party, and you certainly could not believe that is how he views you. Desiring to flee from your deep-seated embarrassment, you carried your belongings to the nearby clearing, beginning to set up your tent and gather wood for a small campfire.

Time passes quickly as everyone gets to work establishing their tents and positioning their bedrolls around the fire. Gale and Wyll are rummaging through the collected supplies to start preparing food, while Lae’zel sharpens her weapons in her tent. Shadowheart busies herself, taking a moment to offer prayers to her night mistress, Shar. However, she couldn’t help but sneak glances between you and Astarion, to see if the feud had really ended. You were not entirely sure either, as you made it your mission to avoid making any form of contact with him during the evening. Even though you don’t wish to entertain the thought, you wonder a bit to yourself if he is still angry with you. At times, you could have sworn you felt his piercing, crimson eyes on your back while you were turned away. You, however, decided to chalk it up to being paranoid.

You find yourself reflecting on the events that occurred earlier, replaying each action back in your head. The tadpole behind your eye swarms in a frenzy, most likely reacting to the immense anger that still lingers within your body. While you lay on your bedroll, with an arm planted behind your head, you think back to how Astarion spoke to you during the argument. You recall the way that he planted himself a few inches away from you with an aggravated expression. You can hear the guttural rasp of his raised voice, as well as how his crimson eyes seared into yours. You start to reimagine the way he frustratingly rakes his long, slender fingers through his silver curls, while he attempts to play off the sheer rage you bestowed upon him… The frustration within you grows.

As time continues to surge on, everyone seems to have retired for the evening, leaving you to your own devices as you lay on top of your bedroll, gazing up at the night sky. You quickly dart your eyes over to Astarion’s tent, which is lit from within by a lantern, disclosing the fact that he is reclined inside, most likely reading. Once you take inventory of where he is, you decide to take it upon yourself to find a way to physically cool off. Each step you take towards the forest produces a loud crunch, signaling to you that you may wish to tread a bit lighter. Making your way towards the nearby river, you decide to kick off your black-tinted leather boots and begin to bring your body down to the ground in a seated position. You roll the fabric of your pants up to your calves, while slowly dipping your feet into the water. This causes you to let a light sigh of relief slip past your lips. You decide to close your eyes, and for a moment, the calming current of the river coaxes the tadpole’s movement behind your eye, causing a small smile to form on your face. You let your tense shoulders fall, and for a moment, you feel so relaxed you don’t pick up on the sound of approaching footsteps behind you.

A hand suddenly takes a firm grasp on one of your horns, which begins to drag you backward. Caught completely off guard, you yelp, attempting to raise your hands up and grab at the wrist of the unknown assailant. You simultaneously dig your heels into the soil of the ground to halt yourself before taking control of your tail and using it to sweep and trip the unknown figure. You hear a body drop into the ground with a thud, followed by a hushed exclamation: “Fuck!”.

Gathering yourself quickly, you turn and climb on top of them, readying your hand as flames begin to generate within your palm. However, your eyes widen as you fully realize who you’ve managed to pin down.

Astarion’s tempestuous gaze locks onto your eyes, seeking to read your expression. He recognizes that he’s managed to catch you off guard, causing his typical smirk to slowly surface on his face.

Flustered by this, a pink tint settles onto your cheeks, causing your angered expression from earlier to make yet another appearance.

“Give me good one reason why I shouldn’t set you aflame right now.” you finally manage to announce after a distinct moment of shared silence.

The vampire begins to snicker to himself, developing into an outright laugh. He throws a free hand over his mouth, biting into the side of his hand a bit to stifle his laughter. He can’t help but find your faux-standoffish nature… cute.

“Darling, we both know that’s not what you want to do to me. If anything, I would wager you could’ve done so earlier if you so desired.” he replied, fueling your frustration even more.

“I mean- just look at the compromised position you have me in currently.” he says, causing your eyes to shift down.

You realize that you’re positioned directly on top of him, with your thighs straddling against his lower body. Lowering your arm, you relinquish the developing flames as those feelings of embarrassment begin to return. Noticing you’ve surrendered your vendetta against him, Astarion plants his elbows against the earth, raising up to meet your gaze, face to face.

The warmth in your face intensifies as he gets closer, causing both of you to directly make eye contact. Your eyes shift down towards his lips, as you study the shape of his cupid’s bow, and the fullness of his lips. The frustration you felt earlier is only beginning to build up more and more before you make the impulsive decision of leaning in closer to firmly press your lips against his. His eyes widen in response, although, he partially anticipated your reaction. He raises all the way, then decides to wrap his arms around the small of your waist. Your hands reach to rest against his cheeks, cupping his face as you deepen the kiss. You both channel your previous anger into the pressure of the kiss, both of your tongues going to war with one another. It doesn’t help that you both have a pair of fangs, therefore it feels as though you both take turns, biting at the other’s lips. He takes one hand and runs it through your (H/C) hair while taking the other to position it against your neck. Pulling away from your kiss, he begins to pepper the side of your face with firm kisses, pressing against your jaw, and eventually, down to your neck. You let out a soft moan as you slightly crane your neck to the side, anticipating his fangs to potentially make an impact on your skin. He decides instead to tease you, sucking on your neck, as if to leave a hickey. He then drags his tongue slowly against your neck, causing you to shiver and garner arousal from the sensation. You shift slightly, trying to fight the hot feeling between your thighs. You aren’t very successful though, as you realize that you can feel his growing arousal as well, rubbing against you. You decide to take your legs and wrap them around him, further pressing your body into his.

Bringing his lips to your ear, he whispers in a low voice,

“I’m willing to bet you’re begging for me to bite you.”

While you do not wish to admit defeat, you couldn’t help but affirm his suspicions with a light nod, causing the vampire to smirk before pinning you down to the ground, hard. You slightly wince, although the continued roughness of your rendevous seems to further turn you on. Grabbing one of your horns, the vampire cranes your neck before biting into your flesh, causing you to dig your nails into his back, and tighten the hold of your legs around his waist. You let out a groan as you feel your life force practically fleeing your body. The vampire latches himself further onto you. While initially painful, the feeling of your blood being drained almost feels…euphoric, causing you to slip into a blissful trance. Astarion moans into your neck, causing an electric flutter to echo through your core. While he is entranced by the taste of your blood, he does recognize your pulse slowing down, therefore, he decides to pull away, causing another gasp to escape your lips. He then cleans the wound with his tongue, before bringing his red-stained lips to yours once more.

You come in contact with your own blood, not fully minding the metallic taste, as he begins to explore your mouth once more. After a moment of sharing another deepened kiss, you pull away, panting a bit for air, before the vampire falls to your side as you try to manage your breath. After what seems to be a sizeable silence, the sounds of the forest decide to creep back in, grounding you after the impromptu, moonlight tryst you both shared. You still are trying to wrap your mind around all of what took place today, until Astarion breaks the silence.

“Gods…do you always act this way when you’re angry?”

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bluravenite · 9 months

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Hey loves, I hope you're doing great and of you aren't, please take a minute to breathe and hug yourself and say "I love you, it'll pass"

Now I'm going to leave a little vent about burnout and self worth as an artist on Tumblr <3 for anyone who might feel like their struggles aren't valid or seen enough, and not worth sharing

So... Every time I ask for requests I get a little bit of burnout because I'm convinced only about 3 people are going to reply with asks that say things like "dew in slutty crop top" "mountain with flower" "a ghoulette existing"

Instead I get super lovely prompts that I actually get exited about and want to make fully fleshed pieces but they're so exhausting, because I have like 10 wips already and I'll never post enough art for people to enjoy.

So now there's already 20 old ask requests I never replied to and 20 more new ones that I'll never be good enough to draw and post, and it really messes with my brain when I know I could also just say "hey here's a quick doodle of this" and people will still enjoy it, and that I dont have to be so elaborate and that I dont owe anyone anything and that people will still be there for me no matter what...

I feel like I can complain a lot here sometimes but I like to be transparent... I struggle a lot with mental health and self worth especially when it comes to art...

I never want to stop drawing and I'm grateful to everyone for their support, but I also feel like it's important to acknowledge that I feel like this and that others might too and we're allowed to feel that way... and we're allowed to fall in and out of love with your hyperfixation's fandom and purge your followers and block people who made you feel horrible and make long complicated posts about it.... because it's Tumblr... it's my little piece (and peace) of mind, and you should get to see several sides of me... silly goofy, tired and burnt out, caring and gentle... and any other you may catch a glimpse of (murderous intent when my friends get mean anons🙂).

But at the end of the day... I'm just another human... I'm not perfect, I'm very young, I have a long way to go and a lot to learn and a lot to heal and get over with. And I'm very grateful to be able to share my art here, and that ghost (the band) was a gateway into discovering parts of myself I didn't know existed before, and also learning that a lot of bad things happen in life and that suffering is just a part of your growth.

So thank you reader, I love you too☀️🪼🌌

#raven rambles #raven rants

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themuse-if · 17 days

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Another 20 (or so) Questions with Ro Sawyer

Interviewer: Welcome to another installment of our character interviews, where we dive deep into the lives and minds of our favorite cast members of The Muse. Today, we have the dynamic Ro Sawyer with us, the frontperson of The Rebel Rejects. Ro, thank you for joining us. Could you start by telling us what made you want to pursue music?

Ro: Hey, thanks for having me! Music has always been my way of expressing myself, you know? First I started out just playing the guitar at about 7, I had a lot of energy as a kid and my parent’s thought that music would be a good way to channel it. Then slowly as I got older and had more experiences I started writing lyrics and discovering my voice. The Rebel Rejects came together at just the right time, like fate or something. We clicked instantly, and making music with these guys is everything I've ever wanted.

Interviewer: That's awesome! How would you describe your art, both musically and personally?

Ro: Our music is raw, unapologetic, and full of energy. It's a mix of old school punk, pop punk, and alternative rock with a touch of poetry. Personally, I see myself as a storyteller. I like to paint pictures with words and melodies, creating something that isn’t just full of abstractions, something that people can actually relate to.

Interviewer: How do you want to be seen by others, both on and off the stage?

Ro: I want people to see me as authentic and fearless, both in my music and in my life. I’m brimming with confidence and I’ve never been afraid of going after what I want. I hope to inspire others to be unapologetically themselves.

Interviewer: And how do you want your art to be seen by others?

Ro: I want our music to be a form of liberation, a soundtrack for those who feel unheard or misunderstood. Our music sets out to make people feel like they can take on the world and tackle all the pleasure and pain that life throws their way.

Interviewer: What's your latest obsession, musical or otherwise?

Ro: Lately, I've been obsessed with creating logos and merch for the band. T-shirts, pins, stickers, tote bags. I’ve just been trying to really solidify our image, and good merch is a great way to do that.

Interviewer: Describe your best friend(s).

Ro: I have two of the best friends anyone could ask for, and we all balance each other out so well. They’re fun and loyal, and we share such a great passion for music, which lets us fully support each other's dreams. We share everything, from music to clothes to late-night adventures. They're my rock, and I couldn't imagine my life without them.

Interviewer: How would you describe your ideal partner?

Ro: I want whoever’s by my side to be able to understand that wild, crazy, sexy Ro Sawyer is just who I truly am, that it’s not just a façade. I need someone who can understand me and isn’t afraid of being with someone who craves the spotlight. I need someone wild enough to crowd surf at my show, someone who wants to dance in the rain. Just passion, a lust for life! I can’t be with someone who is completely vanilla, I need more.

Interviewer: What was your first kiss like?

Ro: Honestly my first kiss couldn’t have gone better. I had a crush on my friend Leo and we started going out in our sophomore year of high school. On our third date we went to the movies, and let’s just say our hormones were ragging and the movie quickly faded into the background. Good thing we were in the back row. *sly wink* That first peck rapidly went to third base. *cheeky grin*

Interviewer: Always so hot and heavy with you. *playful eye roll* Moving on, have you ever been in love?

Ro: Yeah... I think maybe I’ve been in love. *long thoughtful pause* Or maybe just infatuated, I’ve never felt real heartache so I’m not sure I can really say I’ve been deeply in love.

Interviewer: When was your last relationship, and why did it end?

Ro: I haven’t had another exclusive relationship since Leo. He was great and we were great together, but I’m extremely open and fluid. When I mentioned opening up our relationship, he was understanding but it wasn’t something he wanted.

Interviewer: I see does that mean you only do open or polyamorous relationships?

Ro: I think that every relationship is different. Depending on what feels right I think that I could be completely monogamous. I will say that I do really enjoy being in more open relationships though. I have a lot to give, and I'm open to giving and receiving from one or multiple partners.

Interviewer: Very interesting. What's your ideal Friday night?

Ro: Playing a gig with The Rebel Rejects, of course! There's nothing like the energy of a live show. After that, maybe going over to De’s place just to hang out, and eat some of their dad’s amazing food.

Interviewer: What's the last song you listened to?

Ro: "Rebel Girl" by Bikini Kill. It's a classic that always gets me pumped up and ready to rock.

Interviewer: How do you behave in a relationship?

Ro: I think that I'm pretty consistent in all of my relationships. I really love to build my partner up and make sure that they know exactly how I feel about them. I'm also super needy like I neeeed physical touch. *winks at the camera*

Interviewer: Do you approach those you're interested in or let them come to you?

Ro: I'm definitely more of a go-getter. If I see something I want, I go after it. Life's too short to wait around for things to happen.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Ro: People who are boring...I know it sounds harsh but it's true. I'm not saying someone has to be on 100% of the time but I can't really hang with someone who is completely dull.

Interviewer: What do you notice first about a person?

Ro: I could lie and say something cute like their energy or their eyes....but truth be told it’s everything. If I notice them I give them a long once over, from head to toe. *gives the interviewer a long look up and down*

Interviewer: *hides behind notecards* Alright I have to ask the question on everyone's mind. Have you ever gotten involved with one of your band member... romantically of course?

Ro: *sly smirk* I bet you'd love to know exactly what we all get up to after practice. *runs hand through their hair* If you're asking me if we've dated each other then the answers no. If you're asking me about whether or not we've fooled around...well I don't kiss and tell. *shrugs*

Interviewer: *gives them a knowing look*

Ro: *bursts out laughing* Oh who am I kidding! Have you seen Jo and De! Have you seen me! None of us are tied down and we spend A LOT of time together, things were bound to get at least a little physical.

Interviewer: *clears throat* Alright final question, what did you dream about last night?

Ro: You know now that you mention it, Jo and De were there and they were waiting for me in a hot tub...

Interviewer: *blushing so intensely* Ok I think I know where this is going and I'm gonna stop you there. Thank you so much for coming in today Ro this interview has been very *deep sigh* enlightening.

#interactive if #interactive fiction #themuse if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #if: themuse #choose your own story #choose your own adventure #interact if #interactive story #interviews2

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‘Cause You Know, Something is Creeping in the Dark

@nwtbobsessedemo @colourfulmes @bondoes-art

Title From: Rainy Day by ICE NINE KILLS (I highly recommend this song, and this band in general)

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

AU: None

A/N: Natemare lore!!! I love writing for him!

Content Warnings: Possession, body horror, coughing up organs, coughing up blood, blood, not proofread

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Nathan Sharp sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around. It was still dark out, and his room was pitch black. Before he opened his eyes, he could’ve sworn he heard something moving.

Which was impossible. Nate was the only one in his house last he checked.

Was it possible that somebody broke in? Nate hated that thought, but since it was possible, he got up and grabbed a knife that he kept on his bedside. It never hurt to be prepared.

He turned on the light to his room. The light temporarily blinded him like a flash bang, and Nate blinked rapidly. After he could see again, he opened his bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway.

A few seconds later, he stepped out. Nate didn’t turn on the hallway light just yet.

“Hello?” He called out into the dark home, “If anyones here, come the fuck out right now!”

No response.

He turned on the hallway light, then went into his living room, turning on the light there too. Nate still saw nobody. But he knew what he heard. Someone was here. Nate could feel it.

Tap-tap-tap-tap!

What the fuck was that?! It sounded like something scurrying around. Nate looked back, and saw that the hallway light was off.

He just turned that on. This was getting weird. Now he knew for sure that someone was in his house.

“I-I’ll call the police!” Nate shouted at the hallway. “Come out now!”

Someone chuckled, and there was another tap.

“If you insist.”

It looked as though the shadows themselves took a step forward towards Nate. He jumped back, his heart pounding, yet he couldn’t help but look.

That fucking thing crawled out of the shadows and into the light. It was spindly, thin and had a lot of very sharp, needle-like teeth. Nate knew that because it was smiling.

It was a wide smile, unnaturally so. The creature had two legs with sharp points that it shouldn’t have been able to stand on, and it had four arms, each finger ending with very long and sharp claws that looked purple in the light.

Again Nate jumped back, desperately trying to get away from whatever that was. Now he was hyperventilating.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?! GET OUT, GET OUT!” He shouted once more. The creature was still smiling as it spoke.

“You’re scared of me? That’s not surprising…” it paused, “I’m here for a very specific thing. One that I have reason to think that you can provide me, Nate,”

That creature spoke as if it knew him. What… what the hell.

“W-Whatever it is, I don’t have it!” He said, trembling and stuttering.

“Hmm? Oh no, no no no, silly! I don’t want anything you have, no! I want a host,” It said.

“I don’t understand, what are you, why a-are you here?!” Nathan exclaimed.

“What I am is complicated. I’m a fucked up amalgam of Fear and two spirits, the spirit of a siren and the spirit of a child. Which causes me to… quite literally be a monster. I don’t… I don’t want this, Nate, you can help me contain this… this power that I have! Most humans would’ve gone completely fucking crazy just by looking at me for this long!” It said, seeming frantic.

“Do you have a… name?” Nate asked.

“Oh yeah! Natemare,” Natemare responded. “I know, it sounds like I took your name and put nightmare at the end of it, but I had this name before I discovered you, I promise!” Nate let out a nervous laugh.

“Okay… you don’t seem that bad. I’ll do what I can,” Nate told Natemare. The creature looked like it was beaming, and took multiple steps closer.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I can’t say that enough!!!” He said. Natemare placed one of his hands on top of Nate’s head.

Nate didn’t expect anything to happen for a moment, and then it did. Overwhelming pain and FEAR. SO MUCH FEAR. IT HURT, AND HE WAS SO AFRAID.

Nate gasped for breath, and started spasming, his legs and arms moving without his input. He could barely breathe, and it didn’t help that he was now starting to cough.

He coughed a lot, practically coughed up his lungs, and then he actually coughed out a glob of blood. Then more. And a lot more blood. Nate thought he could see some sort of organs in that mix of blood, too, but he didn’t know which ones.

He was still breathing, so it probably wasn’t his heart or lungs, nor his stomach. It hurt so much, and he could feel every last drop of blood leave his body by hacking it all up.

When it finally stopped, Nate was sitting in a pool of his own blood. There was still pain, but it hurt a lot less when he wasn’t coughing up his guts. He looked at Natemare, who was no longer smiling. The creature’s face was blank now, then it grinned again when it saw that Nate ceased coughing.

“Sorry… I needed to get rid of all that extra junk so I can actually possess you. Possession is more of a mind thing, but I need somewhere to store all my extra power. So, bye bye all that blood!” Natemare said.

Natemare then went still, and his hand gripped Nate’s head tighter, until it was… gone? Nate blinked, and suddenly Natemare was go- NOT GONE.

He was in Nate’s body now. Nate knew that. Nate’s body stood up. Hold the fuck up. Nate didn’t want to stand up. He tried to breathe, but his lungs didn’t when he wanted them to. Nate tried to move his fingers. THEY DIDN’T MOVE.

He- No… Natemare cracked his neck, stretching. He moved Nate’s arms, then his legs, and yelled in excitement.

“YES!! FUCKING FINALLY! Thank you for the free body, Nate!” Natemare said. “I’ll be sure to take good care of it. Don’t worry, you won’t be going anywhere! You’ll get to stick around, like a passenger! In your own body, which is kinda fucked up if you think about it, but hey! An entity has to do what an entity has to do!”

#natewantstobattle #nwtb #nathan sharp #natewantstobtl #nwtb egos #natewantstobattle egos #natemare #natemare nwtb #my writing

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ghost-party · 1 year

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Today’s gift is a darker one — and honestly closer to a fic than a drabble — so please heed the tags and warnings. 😱 And if you’re a minor, do not interact!

Want a sneak peek? Now a newlywed, it feels as if your life is perfect. Your husband is the partner you’ve always dreamed of having. But will you feel the same when you discover his terrible secret?

Warnings: abusive ex, drowning, death and loss, deceased parents, alcoholism, parental abuse, physical abuse, fatal car accident, sexual content, swearing, stalking, murder, pregnant reader, manipulation

“I won’t be gone long. Just a few days.”

You hum in acknowledgment of your husband’s words, head tucked against his bare chest. It’s nearly midnight. The two of you are lying in bed, and even in the darkness, you can see the moving boxes still stacked next to the closet.

“You won’t miss much,” you murmur. “More unpacking. Seems like I’ll never be done.”

Zeke’s lips press against the top of your head. “I’m glad you moved in. You make this house feel like home.”

You softly laugh at the Hallmark card platitude, and his beard tickles your forehead as he leans in closer. “What? It’s true.” His hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the gold band on your ring finger. “You breathe life into this old place, Mrs. Jaeger — and into me.”

Tilting your head up, you can just glimpse the warmth in his gaze, the affectionate tilt of his lips. Oftentimes, you can’t believe your luck, being able to call him yours.

Two years ago, you met at your local bookstore. He was perusing classics, while you were on the hunt for an elusive volume of poetry you needed for a class you were teaching that spring. Coffee led to a date which led to another and another…

If you were honest, he was the one who breathed life into you. In the six months prior to running into him, you had been mired in a strange sort of grief. Your former high school sweetheart, whom you had dated for five years, died after getting drunk one night and taking his boat out on the lake.

No more random texts from different burner numbers you had to block again and again. No more wondering if he would show up at your school, asking to see you. No more checking your locks at least three times before going to bed. One of your friends bitterly joked that he really did drown his sorrows, and you laughed until you cried, hard sobs that silenced the whole group.

It was just another loss tossed onto the already significant pile. Your mother died when you were nine, and your alcoholic father, who vacillated between pretending to care and slapping you when you forgot to do the laundry or wash the dishes, died in a car accident the year before your ex.

You felt weighed down by death, as if it were an unwelcome friend who continued to trail one step behind you, a heavy hand always resting on your shoulder.

But then you met Zeke. He listened. He cared — deeply, openly, passionately. He charmed your friends and remaining family. He was incredibly thoughtful, always making sure you were alright, exceedingly generous with both his time and money.

For a while, you had felt guilty about the latter. But when he explained that he had inherited a fortune when his father died after years spent battling cancer, and that he could think of no better use for it than spending it on the woman he loved, it was hard to argue.

When he proposed, you were elated. And when you walked down the aisle and saw him standing there, crying, smiling at you like you were his world… Your heart felt whole, perhaps for the very first time.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks now, pulling you on top of him.

“You.” He grins, and you can’t help but smile back. “Us.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm…” You rest your chin on your crossed arms. “When I’m done unpacking, I should start decorating for Christmas. I want it to be special — our first one as newlyweds.”

He rubs your back. “Don’t do the tree yet. We should put it up together.”

You nod, then bite your lip, hesitant before you ask, “I brought all of my stuff, of course. But… do you have any other decorations? Maybe in the basement?”

Zeke flinches just slightly. His face, however, is impassive, revealing nothing. “You know it’s just my office down there, sweetheart. A computer and a shit ton of paperwork.” The barest sliver of a smile curves his lips. “Remember what we talked about.”

His words settle in the pit of your stomach with a flash of shame. The only thing your husband has ever asked of you, and still, you keep subtlety prying. But it’s almost like you can’t help yourself.

“I won’t go down there,” you whisper, and his hand resumes its languid movement over your skin. “I’ve just never —”

Your words turn into a gasp as Zeke’s hand slides lower, until it’s pushing between your thighs, his fingers stroking you through your panties.

“I like having you on top of me,” he says, voice low and mischievous as he continues to tease you, reveling in your huffs of breath and the way you squirm against him. “But even more than that…”

In one quick movement, he has you on your back. He’s propped above you on one muscular arm, his wandering fingers now pushing inside you. “I like you like this… looking all helpless and desperate.”

•••

It only took one day for your curiosity to grow too insistent to ignore. And as you stand there, in the one room you were always told not to enter, a room whose key you had to search for in the toolbox Zeke kept under the stairs, a sudden voice startles you.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

You turn around to find your husband leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. You didn’t even hear him come down the stairs.

He must have come home early. The worst possible timing.

But he seems surprisingly unconcerned with the fact that you’ve broken his one rule and violated his privacy.

“What… is this?”

You gesture at the photos, the desk messily piled with maps and call logs, your personal bank records, school transcripts, text conversations you’ve had with friends and exes — fuck, you know what it is. What it means. But you want to hear him say it.

He tilts his head, a hint of concern in the crease between his brows. “You’re upset. I thought you might be, if you saw all of this.”

Stepping into the room, he loosens his tie. “It was a risk, of course, keeping it here. But I have a soft spot for mementos.” His eyes flicker to the cardboard boxes sitting on nearby shelves.

“It’s simple. I saw you. I wanted you. And so I made you mine.”

You try to take a step back, but you bump into the desk, and you can only turn your head away as he moves even closer, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. “You stalked me?”

Zeke makes an irritated noise, something between a grunt and a sigh. “I watched over you — kept you safe, even before we first met.”

His fingers graze your cheek, and you try to suppress your shiver. “I‘ll admit, it began as a selfish desire — to know you, possess you. But I wanted you to be happy. I’ve always wanted that, more than anything.”

Your mind is struggling to keep up with his words, your gaze now focused on the papers just beside you. A chill settles into your bones. Your ex’s address, his daily schedule, habits of note — including the fact that he often enjoyed hitting the bar on Thursday nights before going out to the lake, either with friends or by himself.

“You killed him.”

Zeke’s hand hesitates, still lingering at your cheek. “Yes.” His voice is low and cold, unrepentant. “He hurt you. And I knew he would just keep doing it if I didn't step in.”

You finally manage to meet his gaze, flinching at the hard resolve you find there. “Did you…” You swallow hard. “My dad, too?”

Seeing the fear in your eyes, Zeke’s expression softens, his other hand settling on your waist as he slowly nods.

“He was a vicious drunk. It didn't take much digging to figure that out.” His touch is so familiar, it’s hard not to lean into it. “He hurt you, too — for much longer, in different ways…”

His expression clears, becoming unreadable. “I did what I had to do. For you. Always for you.”

“Have there been others? Before me?”

How many lies has he told you over the years? How tightly have you been wrapped around his finger?

He shakes his head. “You’re the first. And I’ve always intended for you to be the last, my only. I’ve tried so hard to make things perfect for us.” He looks plaintive, desperate for reassurance. “You’ve been happy, haven’t you? I’ve made you happy.”

The word lingers unspoken on your tongue, thick and cloying. Yes. Of course he has. From the moment you met, it all felt so easy, like something had clicked into place that had always felt misaligned within your life.

He was a kind, supportive partner. Devoted to you, determined to see you succeed… Eager to start a family. Determined to grow old together. You don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes the tears away, patient as he waits for your answer.

“Yes. But I…” He looks nervous and guarded, his hand squeezing your hip a little tighter. “What if you change your mind someday?” You take a deep, shaky breath. “Will I end up in a lake? A car crash?”

He fervently shakes his head. “No, no… Sweetheart, never.” Pressing his forehead to yours, he sighs. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you cry. But I promise — I would never hurt you.”

But if anyone annoys or displeases you — a coworker, a student, a random, rude stranger at the grocery store — and you let it slip… Would he hurt them? Would he even hesitate?

“Please say something.” His voice is suddenly small and scared, and you react on instinct, arms reaching around to hug him closer. He relaxes into you, large hands warm on your back. “It’s all out of love. You can see that, can’t you? I love you.”

You think about how you didn't go to your ex’s funeral, and how at your father’s, you didn't shed a single tear. Both of their deaths had brought grief — but also a relief so profound, you avoided talking about it, ashamed of your response to their tragic ends.

You think about your perfect husband. The way he handles you with such care, the love in his eyes, the thoughtful gestures, the way he’s always seemed to know you so well. I suppose now I know how…

And you think about the two positive pregnancy tests you placed in the bathroom drawer, having decided to wait to tell him until he came home from his trip.

He’s a monster. He is. But you love him. You’re not sure if fear can coexist with such tender feelings. Time will tell. The alternative, however, rejecting him in this moment, knowing what you know… I can’t do that.

“I know you do,” you whisper. “I love you, too.”

#ghost-party’s drabble advent calendar 🎄#attack on titan #aot #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager #zeke yeager x reader #tw abuse #tw death #tw parental death #tw alcoholism #tw stalking #tw pregnancy

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mermaidsirennikita · 11 months

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So I’ve been in a old school romance mood and just finished Johanna Lindsay’s Secret Fire. I liked it plot and writing wise but sex wise it was very implicitZ

What are your recs when it comes to the old school HRs?

Lol I haven't read that yet though I just bought it--Lindsey definitely varies re: sex. I find some of her sex scenes erotic, but if I'm being honest, a lot of that is because they are verrry dubcon/noncon, and I kind of love that in my old schools sometimes. I yam who I yam. But they're never super explicit, yeah.

My favorite old schools would be:

A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught. Medieval classic, the hero is English and the heroine is Scottish and literally called "the Merrick bitch" because she's such an asshole (love her), she's like 17 and he is... pushing 30... He has her kidnapped but is then like "you know what, I like her" and then he sure does NOT, and this is one of the greatest exchanges I've ever read:

“You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.”

The Bride by Julie Garwood. God so so amazing, another medieval Scottish/English arranged/forced marriage but he's Scottish and she's English. I love Alec Kincaid with all my heart. He meets this spitting mad woman and is like "oh she is ABSOLUTELY the One". At one point she wakes up and he's like, fully inside her, and I won't lie, it's hot. Also, he speaks Gaelic to his men because he thinks she can't understand him, but she can, and there's this scene where he's like introducing her to the guys and they're like "what do we call her" and he goes "YOU CALL HER MINE" and she's like "... what... the.... fuck.... Alec...."

Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell. A later (early/mid 90s) old school medieval. The hero is such a dick. He shows up and he marries the fuck out of that girl like it or not, but he thinks she's tricking him, and he's so mean to her, and his grovel is so magnificent. Also, because her mom was a druid or some shit, she "can't" get pregnant unless she enjoys sex, and she won't have a boy unless she's in love with the father.

Forbidden by Elizabeth Lowell. Villain(ish) from Untamed shows up in a foreign land with amnesia, and the heroine is like, a psychic of sorts who can't be touched without feeling pain (but also she's able to like... access feelings and sorta memories when she touches someone). But heee can touch her, and this prophecy says that if she's touched by her one true love she won't feel pain. It's GLORIOUS and she holds a secret from him through most of the book, and when all comes out the fallout is spectacular. Also, there's a mild femdom scene??? Where he's like "you can touch me and do whatever you want but I won't respond" and she... goes for it.

For My Lady's Heart by Laura Kinsale. The weirdest medieval roadtrip ever between a knight, his lady who's Kind of a Bitch, Actually, her teenage castrato assassin friend...???? Or is he??? A castrato???, and her maid who's also trying to stab her in the back. There's an evil villain called GIAN NAVONA. There are plague apples. The hero is like "I cannot fucking believe I pledged my fealty to his weird lady and have to hang out with this band of total FREAKS".

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. Early 2000s, and I consider proper old school like... 70s to mid to late 90s, but it's a sequel to For My Lady's Heart and is very old school in vibe except the sex is a bit kinkier than the typical old school. Hero was prominent in the last book, and he's back and ready for action, which means forcing a secret princess to marry him, initiating some noncon sex, helping her discover her femdom side as a result, and making me cryyyyy. This book has some of the most gloriously painful angst. Also, an emotional blowjob, which, as we know, I cannot resist.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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lire-casander · 1 year

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i hear your name in every word i say

surprise! i bet you didn't expect me to post today, did you? well, @wtfuckevenknows @moviegeek03 and @laelipoo did (because you're such enablers and you know it!), but i wanted to keep this as much a secret and a surprise as i could because i didn't know whether or not i could be able to post this in time.

special thanks go to @morganaspendragonss and @de-ligts for the fastest beta-reading in the whole world. you guys rock!

if you're reading on a computer, please roll over the spanish texts to find the translation. if you aren't and need translation, please let me know and i will do my best to come back to you with it asap!

the title and quote from last part of this story come from hanson's song every word i say. but there are more songs by them that have inspired me to write this story, especially underneath, a song to sing, save me, never let go, and with you in your dreams. if you've been around long enough, you probably know by now that they're my comfort band, and they've got a song for every single emotion out there. name one emotion, i can easily quote a hanson song back at you.

you will also find quotes from ronen and rafael's exclusive interview with entertainment weekly.

i hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as i've enjoyed (and cried) writing it. i started this without having watched the finale, so at some point it might be a bit off, but no matter what, this is what i would have liked the wedding and the vows to go. just like i did a couple of years back, this story is written for me. i've tried to convey all i felt while watching this season, discovering new sides of my favorite characters and facing some things, such as grief and pain and self-growth alongside them. sometimes a person needs to do something that's deeply and intrinsically for themselves.

this is one of those times.

i love you all. thanks for being here with me this time around, and here's for another revolution around the sun!

i hear your name in every word i say

masterlist of fics here

sitting all alone in this place

even though we're here face to face

there is nothing gone

but there's something wrong

can't you see that i'm stuck here underneath

TK never thought he’d be in this situation on his wedding day. If he’s being honest with himself, four years ago he wouldn’t have even believed he was worthy of love, much less worthy of being loved so much that someone might want to tie the knot with him. But it’s not the wedding he’s worried about. They’ve postponed everything on Carlos’ request, and they will find another venue and another date that’s not so close to Gabriel’s passing, so it doesn’t hold bad memories for Carlos and his family. He knows Carlos asking for a bit of time and space doesn’t mean he doesn’t love TK anymore; he’s grown confident enough in the love they share to be aware of that. But there’s more to it than just Carlos dealing with his feelings, and TK can’t help it.

He’s worried about Carlos. That’s what true love, soulmate-level love, does to a person.

When there’s an illness, the family has some time to get used to the idea. Not to accept it, because nobody’s wired to accept death without fighting it. But the little time the illness grants gives a little perspective, precious minutes to say goodbye, to honor that person. But when death falls upon people like a stone thrown into a river, there’s no time for anything but crying, no space for anything but anger.

TK knows it well.

Carlos hasn’t been sleeping at all. TK gets it — when his mother passed, he’d fallen into unhealthier patterns than not sleeping. But it’s one thing not to sleep a wink at night and then fall asleep briefly on the couch, and a completely different thing to not want to sleep. Gabriel’s loss is still recent, merely hours, not even a full day; it’s expected that his family won’t be able to function properly yet. But Carlos’ attitude is different. Carlos isn’t just angry.

Carlos is plotting vengeance.

And it’s not that TK doesn’t get it. He does; oh, boy, does he. It’s that he knows the toll it will take on Carlos’ soul — Carlos, who has never intentionally harmed anyone, is now planning an intervention, thinking about going full Rambo on some suspect they’re not even sure is the one behind the shooting. TK doesn’t know how to help his fiancé without causing more damage that could probably be permanent. He’s aware of the stubbornness of grief and the insanity of mourning.

Neither suits Carlos, but TK can’t do anything about it without breaking the trust that he’s promised to keep.

keep reading on ao3

#lire's 40 to the 40s #offically 40 #woah i'm old #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #andrea reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #angst #mentions of grieving #mentions of death #spoilers for season 4 #spoilers for s04e17 #spoilers for s04e18 #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star #happy birthday to me!

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rageagainstthesink · 5 months

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*G Note intensifies*

Dear reader,

If there's something I don't like music-wise, besides the entirety of the dupstep genre, it's what I consider generic-sounding songs.

Of course, as Chat GPT says, music taste is subjective, so what sounds generic to me might not be the same as what sounds generic to you, but there are certain production trends across all genres that don't sit well with me.

B-sides and most independent independent artists' songs are more prone to be a hit or miss for me exactly because they use those same production techniques I don't like.

But do you know what rock band has never sounded generic to me and has been able to impress me with each and every single one of their (own) spectacular songs?

Well, besides Rammstein and System of a Down, it's My Chemical Romance! My personal favorite from the Emo Trinity. Or quartet, if we also count 21 Pilots, another favorite of mine.

I somehow discovered MCR's 'Helena' back in 2015 as I was coming out of my Pop & Dance music phase to dive into the Rock world. I think I didn't like it at first, but it grew on me, and I've been in love with their entire discography (and existence) ever since.

As a big fan of them, I've been dying to have one of their albums or merch in my hands. So I almost fainted when I found out that this online store that was selling the CD version of The Black Parade a few months back was accepting special orders for Valentine's Day!

After pondering my options for a bit, I reached out to them and discovered that there was a special offer in which I could snag the CD version of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade bundled up at a lower price, and didn't think a third time before saying yes.

The CDs arrived just in time for my bestie Nin and I to go out on Valentine's Day to pick up the CDs and have a nice brunch together. It was like making two of my teenage dreams come true all at once, minus my job starting in the afternoon.

Now, here are a few pics I took that day as soon as I got home:

I regret nothing.

In terms of judging the book by its cover, the album art is beautiful and completely worth displaying somewhere. I particularly like the TCFSR cover, so much that I drew it once when I was a teen (and lost it :c), but I love that TBP has three times the drawings that TCFSR does:

C'est magnifique.

It's something a Rammstein album couldn't have outdone because, even though their music is amazing, their art leans more toward the grotesque.

In terms of music, all I know is they have a unique sound to them, and you most likely will enjoy it as long as you like any of these music genres from their Wikipedia page:

According to my ears, both albums' songs could easily be listened to on their own or on shuffle, as if they were singles, at the same time they can be listened to in sequence to follow their respective stories, which is quite a feat.

You can tell that they belong to the same artist without going overboard like AC/DC, who are known for their production consistency and structural simplicity, which can make a lot of people choose about 2-3 songs to listen to and drop the rest. Well, as Angus Young himself said:

I'm tired of people saying we have ten albums that sound the same. We have eleven albums that sound the same.

That'd be me.

Ok, now, as I was saying, let's get to the juicy part: the lore.

Both records are what we can consider a "concept album", those "whose tracks hold a larger purpose or meaning collectively than they do individually", according to Wikipedia. And they have nothing to do with each other.

I feel like TBP is concepting more than TCFSR with how the music videos and songs are much more related to the core story.

Anyway.

In case you didn't already know about this, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge is widely thought to be a continuation of their previous and very first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

I mean, based on this Reddit reply I just found, it looks like Gerard's ONLY weak point was giving these two concept albums a solid story progression, allowing us to theorize at will, but he did confirm what the real ending was in this 2005 interview.

So, the way I understood this, there's this pair of lovers who get in a gunfight, which is believed to be the same one from 'Demolition Lovers', right? Per 'Helena' and 'Cemetery Drive', it looks like the female lover dies, but the male lover doesn't, and misses her so much he goes on a downward spiral full of drugs and other ways of self-destruction. He makes a deal with the devil where he gets to see the female lover again in exchange for the souls of 1000 evil men, a long quest that begins with 'Give 'Em Hell, Kid'.

The male lover seems to realize he's far too gone by the time he has already unalived 999 evil men and, thus, became an evil man himself. So he unalives himself, completing his side of the deal, and either the woman goes back to life without him, or they do reunite... in Hell.

Way knows - pun intended. Either way, it's fire.

Now, The Black Parade.

What an album.

As usual, no one knows for sure what's the actual linear full story, but the thing is there's this main character known as "The Patient":

He ✨ flatlines ✨ of cancer from the very beginning of the album (see 'The End.' - the irony). The remaining of the songs talk about his reflections on the life he lived, whatever 'Teenagers' represents in the plot, and his journey navigating the afterlife, represented by a "black parade" that resembles the marching band his father took him to see in the city when he was a young boy.

Because of 'Sleep' and 'Mama', I thought this patient guy was a war veteran. And I'll keep thinking that because they kinda make sense together, even if it's not official.

Like Mic The Snare said, TBP was indeed one of the most memorable events in Rock history with its level of theatricality and visual presentation almost comparable to Michael Jackson or Queen themselves.

As a side note, until very recently, I had no clue that Liza Minnelli, whose vocals are featured in 'Mama', was Judy Garland's mom!

Alright, now, to sum things up, I don't have a ton more to say that hasn't already been covered by other folks, because I haven't really watched or read that many My Chemical Romance interviews. I feel like I'm every fandom's ghost, you know?

But, these two albums are pretty special to me. They got me through tough times, kinda like how K-Pop did a few years down the road.

Hopefully soon I'll complete my collection by getting my hands on Danger Days, Bullets and, maybe, Conventional Weapons! I'd consider the live albums, too, but... haven't decided.

So, what about you? What were the first one or two music albums you owned physically?

Until next time!

- N

#mcr #my chemical romance #the black parade #tbp #three cheers for sweet revenge #tcfsr #review #music cds #album art #2000s emo #Spotify

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spelled-like-pajamas · 5 months

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As a little New Years thing that I teased, here’s the books I read through out 2023, and some stuff about them. Hope you enjoy!

My Reviews of My 2023 Books:

The First to Die at the End:

A really good book! This probably isn't going to be as passionate as some other books as I'm writing this a good while after I finished it, but I genuinely loved it. Orion and Valnetino felt real, and their love more real. I loved all the other characters, and their side stories, especially Mateo’s & Rufus’s short cameo, and they fact that they almost became friends so much earlier in life. And sure, short cameo, but worth it. Only part that was a little weird is, well, I won't say what happened, but just say that once they reach home, it isn't as wholesome as it is when Mateo & Rufus get to his place.

Rating: 9/10

Favorite Quotes:

“Nope, it’s not” I say. “Valentino, if you want some motherfucking linguini, I’ll find you some motherfucking linguini”.

“Here's the truth no one ever wants to admit when death is on the horizon, or when you're deep in that grief—as long as you keep existing, you'll keep breathing, and if you're breathing, one day you'll start living again.”

“And I'll maybe even fall in love again, and I'll make sure I say it before it's too late.”

(okay, I liked it, sue me)

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe:

I loved it. The story was something that wasn't too hard to follow, but always was able to keep my heart pacing. The narritve, the dialogue, the characters, it all was as perfect as the sun rise.

Score: 9/10

Favorite Quote: “Senior year. And then life. Maybe that's the way it worked. High

school was just a prologue to the real novel. Everybody got to write you--but when you graduated, you got to write yourselt. At graduation, you got to collect your teacher's pens and your parents pens and you got your own pen. And you could do all the writing. Yeah.

Wouldn't that be sweet?”

The Cartographers:

This was a book I picked for my birthday with no clue what it was about or anything, and overall, good book. A really nice story with good characters, creative writing, lots of twists, some you expect, others you don’t. Good book.

Score: 7/10

Favorite Quote(s):

“Maps are love letters written to times and places their makers had explored.”

“I hope the maps are good where you are.”

John Muir; Wilderness Essays:

So, this was a book that picked up at a bird reserve and caught my eye because I did a massive report on him in middle school, but never was able to read all of his works. But overall, good book. Definitely one either made for one who can go on with scientific books or pages that feel more like an advertisement or has a quiet room to read in. Definitely good book for any nature lover.

Score: 5/10

Favorite Quote(s):

“Scarce one note is for us; nevertheless, God be thanked for this blessed instrument hid beneath the feathers of a lark.”

“The earth has indeed become a sky; and the two cloudless skies, raying toward each other flower-beams and sunbeams, are fused & Congolese into one glowing heaven.”

“As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature’s sources never fail. Like a generous host, she offers here brimming cups in endless variety, served in a grand hall, the sky its ceiling, the mountains its walls, decorated with glorious paintings and enveloped with bands of music ever playing. The petty discomforts that beset the awkward guest, the unskilled camper, are quickly forgotten, while all that is precious remains. Fears vanish as soon as one is fairly free in the wilderness.”

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle: This book, unlike quite a few so far, was one not by random choice, but instead one I picked up as one of the best books according to Tumblr when I first joined, and I decided to give a try, and is by far the best mystery novel I have ever read and always kept me on my toes and kept me guessing every step of the way.

Score: 9/10

Quotes:

“You don't like the man you were. Very well. Be somebody else. There's nothing stopping you, not anymore. As I said, I envy you. The rest of us are stuck with out mistakes.”

“The butler was my father’s batman during the war. Seems Father's taken the insult rather personally.”

“Tomorrow can be whatever I want it to be, which means for the first time in decades, I can look forward to it. Instead of being something it can be a promise I make myself. A chance to be braver or kinder, to make what was wrong right. To be better than I am today. Every day after this one is a gift. I just have to keep walking until get there.”

The Knife of Never Letting Go:

Overall, an okay book. For a starter, since this book kinda just throws this at you and expects you to know, the book focuses around the idea that there is this town full of only men, and they can all hear each other’s thoughts, except this gets flipped on its head when the main character finds out that is different pretty much everywhere else, more or less. Again, not too many spoilers, this is meant to encourage you to read these. Anyways, good, kinda left it on a cliffhanger that felt poorly written, but okay.

Score: 6/10

Quotes:

“But if I had to imagine being on the sea, this is what I’d imagine. The herd surrounds us & takes up everything, leaving just the sky and us. It cuts around us like a current, sometimes noticing us but more idus ally noticing only itself and the song of “HERE”, which in the midst of it is so loud it’s like it’s taken over the running of yer body for a while, providing the energy to make yer heart beat and your lungs breathe.”

The Sun and the Star; A Nico di Angelo Adventure:

Much good book!! I honestly thought that Riordian had gotten cancelled and wasn’t writing any books, but a trip up to the bookstore proved me wrong. Anyways, bestest book. No spoilers, but it brought back just about everyone it could in a way that was perfect. Also, Will & Nico? MMMMMMM. (Is there a ship name? Sun & Star, maybe, or like Wico?). Anyways again, amazing book, best so far and probably ever, if you read any Percy Jackson at any point, finish all the rest and then get here.

Score: 10/10

Quotes:

“Will drew a shaky breath. His eyes were swimming with exhaustion. He worried that he’d finally done something that would make Nico realize they were simply, irreconcilably too different. “Yes?”

Nico didn’t seem to be able to talk at first. Then: “You are a legitimate demigod Care Bear.” Will’s top lip trembled. He fell to his knees. Then he bent over in loud raucous laughter until tears poured from his eyes. “You’re so weird.” Nico crawled over, pulled Will to him, and silenced his laughter with a tender kiss. “Please keep being my own personal Care Bear, though.” “Always,” said Will. And then he promptly passed out.

“Okay, okay, enough of your bisexual chaos for the moment.”

“Pain helps us learn,” said Gorgyra. “It is unfortunate, but we rarely forget the lessons taught to us in moments of pain.”

“He wanted to understand Nico, even the parts that seemed difficult or sad. All Nico needed was to be seen & heard by someone he cared for, and Will was making the effort. Will glowed next to the fire like one of the torches on Erebos. And it was hard even for Tartarus to stamp out that kind of hope.”

“Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:

It’s like drifting down a river of pain and knowing you are safe. It’s like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn’t known how to assemble. It’s like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won’t have to face it alone. It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades. It was this.”

The Mountain in the Sea:

An alright book. For a basic summary that spils not a whole lot, the story follows a scientist named Dr. Ha Nguyen, who gets called up by a company that says they may have found a species of octopus that is intelligent as us, and is accompanied by a grizzled war veteran and the worlds first true android. The reason it's lackluster is that very little interesting happens with them for most of the time, as well as two other side stories that seem to be not related for most of the book. However, it does all meet up together in the end, so not too bad.

Score: 6/10

Quotes:

“We see a level of tool use in the octopus that surpasses that of any birds or mammals other than humans. Consider the compound tool use of the Indonesian octopuses, who carry two discarded

coconut halves with them across the seafloor, stilt-walking with them underneath their bodies, then reassembling the halves to use as armor against predators. The coconuts, discarded by humans, are collected by the octopuses for this specific purpose.

While we see other animals use found objects for shelters and assemble compound objects (such as

nests), nowhere else do we see this level of sophisticated tool use in the animal kingdom. This cannot be dismissed as instinct. It is a learned behavior. When we try to reassemble the train of thought that must have gone into this, what else can

we do but admit we are looking at an animal whose curiosity, adventurousness, and sophistication areunparalleled in most of the animal world?”

“The world still contains miracles, despite everything that has been done to it.”

“Are we trapped, then, in the world our language makes for us, unable to see beyond the boundaries of it? I say we are not. Anyone who has watched their dog

dance its happiness in the sand and felt that joy themselves; anyone who has looked into a neighboring car and seen a driver there, lost in thought, and smiled and saw the image of themselves in that person, knows the way out of the

maze: Empathy. Identity with perspectives outside our own. The liberating, sympathetic vibrations of fellow feeling.

Only those incapable of empathy are truly caged.”

Welcome to Night Vale: A Novel:

HELLLL YESSSS! A book that I thought was lost to bookstores by time and only discoverable by Amazon, and was at my fingertips the whole time! Anyways, best book ever! For anyone who knows the podcast, it goes deeper into anything you want to know about the town, and for anyone who’s never heard of it (first off, shame on you but in a light way), it’s a great way to introduce it, as it works for both groups. Read it regardless, you interlopers, and ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD.

Score: 10/10

Quotes:

“The search for truth takes us to dangerous places,” said Old Woman Josie. “Often it takes us to that most dangerous place: the library. You know who said that? No? George Washington did. Minutes before librarians are him.”

“The world is terrifying. It always is. But Cecil reminded her that it was okay to relax in a terrifying world.”

10.

Abraham Lincoln ; Vampire Hunter: An overall good book! I was promted to read it after seeing the trailer for the movie, and thought I should read the book before I see the movie. But regardless, the book contains good action, comedy and, of course, vampires. Anyone who likes goofy stories, history or horror should read this book.

Score: 9/10

Quotes:

“Judge us not equally, Abraham. We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.”

“I fear that a life of death has made me numb to both.”

11.

The Girl Who Could Move Shit With Her Mind:

I picked this book up simply because it’s not every day you walk into your local Barnes and Noble and see a book that just outright swears right to you (at least where I live, I've realized after writing this that it's probably pretty common). So of course I bought it, why not? It’s a good book with plenty of comedy, which gets balanced out by the murders and and stuff, with a great double twist at the end. The only issue I have with it, and maybe this was just my version, but I noticed a few times where it seemed like the proof reader skipped over something, but probably just me.

Score: 8/10

Quotes:

“Yeah, it’s been hard sometimes. Working under Moira Tanner sucks. And yeah, I’ll probably never own a restaurant. But I am never gonna stop trying because things can always get better. People are stupid, things go wrong, plans fall apart. Shit doesn’t work like your want it to. But there’s always a way out.”

“Oh, thank God. Someone to distract me from these two lovebirds.” “Please,” Annie says. “You’ve been playing Clash of Clans for the past ten minutes. You don’t even know we here.”

12.

Six of Crows: Hell yes! A book I had simply seen mentioned as a great book with no prior knowledge, and one that delivered it 110%! It’s the perfect mix of heist, fantasy, romance and real world bits that make it perfect! Hopefully back to the bookstore for the next! (Oh yeah, probably should have mentioned it’s a cliff hanger, but in the best of ways, but still brings it down just one point. Also, may this serve as a stamp in time before Wylan and Jesper become a thing, if that doesn’t happen, I’m going to scream.)

Score: 9/10

Quotes:

“Shame holds more value than coin ever can.”

“Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?”

“Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.

“Gun to the back?” said Jesper.

“Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.

“You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.”

“Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond-studded timepiece should have been. “That little bastard—“ Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was his tie pin, the Kaelish coin pendant he wore for luck, and the gold buckles in his shoes. Rollins wondered if he should check the fillings in his teeth.”

13.

Crooked Kingdom: Hella good book! A sequel to “Six of Crows” for anyone who didn't know, it still delivers just as good the original, probably even better, tying every single story up perfectly, ending it just the way it needed to, with the same characters that made the first perfect and a few newer ones that help to make it even better. And yes, Wylan and Jesper (Wesper, beautiful) are a thing, that's the one thing I will spoil, because it is perfect, and even thought it was probably very easy to see, I called it! If youve read the first, read it, it does not disappoint, and if you haven't read the first, what are you doing?!?

Score: 10/10

Quotes:

“Where do you think the money went?” he repeated.

“Guns?” asked Jesper.

“Ships?” queried Inej.

“Bombs?” suggested Wylan.

“Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered.

“You’re not weak because you can't read. You're weak because you're afraid of people seeing your weakness. You're letting shame decide who you are.”

“They don’t know who we are. Not really. They don’t know what we’ve done, what we’ve managed together.” Kaz rapped his cane on the ground. “So let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight.”

“Nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she’d felt to the living world. She’s resented this shadow gift. It had seemed like a sham, a punishment. But surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fibers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.”

“Jesper hugged his father tight. Remember this feeling, he told himself. Remember all you have to lose.”

14:

The Hexologists: A fantastic book! Basically covered all the bases for a great book, mysteries and detectives, dragons and wizards, romance and a sweet old gay couple, and one of the best twists ever, so a good book for everyone, as long you’re good with really lovey scenes.

Score: 8/10

Quotes:

“Seems the prince had quite a devoted batman,” she remarked to Warren, who stopped over an open binder at the desk’s elbow.”

“Do not neglect to live your life. No cause, no matter how noble, will ever love you.”

“I miss clouds! I miss lonesome clouds, wispy clouds, and all those fleets of white frigates with pregnant sails that would go coursing across the endless blue—warring, burning, sinking at sunset. I miss the clouds that looked like a freshly rolled field and the great placid mountains that presided over a morning—before turning volcanic in the afternoon. There nothing like that now. There’s just a ceiling. A terribly low ceiling and closed-in walls. It’s like we’re living inside a collapsed house.”

“That quality was part of what made him such a wonderful partner. Still, a large heart is not light. Even the most cherished burdens must sometimes be laid down.”

“War, I loved you right through that rug, past the floorboards, into the basement, under the foundation, straight down to the center of the earth. And I hope to see all of those things wear away as we grow old & our love stays young.”

“One nosy woman to another, is it satisfying—knowing all the secrets of the world? Is it enough? Are you content, or does the ever-swelling bubble of reality make fulfillment impossible? After all, every soul on the planet is out there right now, studiously making a mystery of their life. They’re lying, faking, pretending…Is it better to admit your limitations, to not only allow for, but to insist upon the necessity of the unknown? Is ignorance the basis of sanity? Do we need mysteries to survive?”

15.

Aristotle & Dante Discover Dive Into the Waters of the World:

A book that I didn’t do enough justice for with its prequel! (probably because I was still getting back into reading more). The book is beautiful, and has been one of the few things in a while that’s made me cry, both out of sadness, and out of love. Aristotle and Dante will forever hold a place in my heart, not just for the wonderful book it is, but how I use it now as a personal marker for what’s changed about me since I promised I was going to read 15 books, and hopefully 20 or more next year!

Score: 10/10 (Winner!)

Quotes:

“Oh, hell no,” said Dante. I loved that he brought so much laughter into what was once the pathetic-melancholy-boy thing I used to do all the time. And I wanted to kiss him.”

“But me, I’m a sin, right?”

“No, you’re not a sin. You’re a young man. You’re a human being.” And then she smiled at me. “And you’re my son.”

“I sometimes felt like I'd been asleep for a long time—and when I met Dante, I began to wake up, and I began seeing not only him but the mean and terrible and awesome world I lived in. The world was a scary place to live in, and it would always be scary—but you could learn not to be afraid. I guess I had to decide what was more real, the scary things or—or Dante. Dante, he was the most real thing in the world.”

"Has it ever occurred to you how painful all of this must be for Lina? Have you any idea or have you even considered what she must be going through right now? She's a good and decent woman. She's generous and she's kind. In a word, she possesses all the virtues that you lack. I have no idea why you think our faith is centered around condemning people."

“My mom and Mrs. Alvidrez—their connection mattered. And they respected that connection. It was true, adults were teachers. They taught you things by how they behaved. And just now, my mom and Mrs. Alvidrez taught me a word Cassandra had begun to teach me: “forgiveness”. It was a word that needed to live inside me. I had a feeling that if that word didn't live inside me, the word “happiness” would never live inside me either.”

“That's the thing about friends. Each one of them is different. And each friend knows something about you that your other friends don't know. I guess a part of being friends is that you share a secret with each one of them. The secret doesn't have to be a big secret. It could just be a little one. But sharing that secret is one of the things that makes you friends. I thought that was pretty amazing.”

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that war is something beautiful or heroic. When people say war is hell, war is hell. Cowards start wars, and the brave fight them.”

“Sometimes I loved them so much. There was something about girls that guys didn't have—and would never have. They were amazing. Maybe one day, instead of always having to prove they were real men, guys would study women’s behavior and start acting a little more like them. Now, that would be awesome.”

“For the longest time, I have wanted to be an actress. Then I realized I’ve been an actress all my life. But the question ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ is not just about what professions we chose. The real question is, what kind of person do you want to be? Do you want to love? Or do you want to continue the hate? Hate is a decision. Hate is an emotional pandemic we have never found a cure for. Choose to love.”

“We had to make it to shore for Sophocles and all the newly arrived citizens of the world. We had learned that we were all connected, and we were stronger than any storm, and we would make it back to the shores of America—and when we arrived, we would throw out the old maps that took us to violent places filled with hate, and the new roads we mapped would take all of us places and cities we’d never dreamed of. We were the cartographers of the new America. We would map out a new nation.

Yes, we were stronger than the storm.”

Prologue (or something, idk):

So, the TLDR of it all was that I promised myself I would read 15 books by the end of the year all the way back then, and this is that list of books, my thoughts of them, and hopefully, a spoiler free incentive to read these too. And if you want favorites, Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World takes 1st, The Sun and the Star takes 2nd, and Welcome to Night Vale: A Novel takes 3rd. Thank you so much to all you book people on Tumblr for getting me back into reading and bringing my “To Read List” from 5-10 to nearly 100 as of writing! Hope to be back with a list like this next year with 20 books, and here’s to another year on this hellsite I’ve fallen for!

#books and reading #books #reading #book recommendations #happy new year #end of the year #new years eve #happy new year 2024 #goodbye 2023 #bookblr #currently reading #books read in 2023 #books in 2023

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Before the Spark

CHAPTER 4: GONNA MEET YA

Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

General Warning: This story is part of the HPHM Rockstar AU. As such, there is a general warning of the possible occurrence of NSFW / mature topics. These can include sexual depictions or references, inappropriate language, (ab)use of alcohol, drug abuse, and smoking. Specific warnings for each particular chapter will be given in advance.

A/N: David Willows (in mention) belongs to @that-scouse-wizard. Warning: mild language

One way or another I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya,

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya

~ Blondie - One Way or Another ~

Skye was excited, Lizzie could tell.

She had been excited all morning, but ever since she had come back from a phone call with her father, her restlessness was palpable. She was brimming with energy, so her suggesting going on an out-of-turn run hadn’t come as a surprise. Impatiently waiting for Lizzie to get changed into her running gear, Skye barely left her enough time to refill her water bottle before dragging her out into the streets.

They took a route Lizzie had never run before. It led them away from the university and along some unremarkable parts of the city, until they eventually reached a walkway by the side of a small canal. Despite her good shape, it took Lizzie a good deal of effort to keep up with Skye, and by the time they had run about half the length of the canal, she was breathing heavily.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Lizzie gasped when Skye finally slowed her manic pace to a more moderate jog.

“Gonna show you in a sec,” Skye grinned, her chest rising and falling rapidly as well.

A little further ahead, a group of people had gathered, and it was there that Skye was headed. Once they were close enough, Lizzie could make out the sound of a woman’s voice accompanied by an acoustic guitar. When they had reached the edge of the crowd, Skye came to a halt.

“You gotta check this out.”

Through a gap between the people, two musicians could be seen. Looking at them, a strange feeling of recognition tugged at the edge of Lizzie’s consciousness; somehow, the two of them seemed familiar. It was only when she spotted the bright orange streak in the woman’s dark hair that she made the connection.

“Aren’t they the guys from the campus café?” she asked in astonishment.

Skye frowned, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t know. Are they?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Lizzie didn’t know how she hadn’t been able to see it straightaway. It definitely was the surly girl who had given her a free cherry iced tea the other day, as well as her friend she usually shared her shifts with. He looked different to when he was working in the café, however. The black hair he normally wore pulled back in a small bun was hanging loosely around his face, the tips just so touching the top of his shoulders. His brow was slightly furrowed, but there was a smile on his lips as he played the black guitar strung around his shoulders.

“Discovered them the other day when I was out alone,” Skye broke Lizzie from her thoughts. “Came back here to listen almost every day.”

“They’re really good.”

“You bet they are,” Skye nodded. She gave Lizzie a sideways glance. “They’re quite the band.”

“Two people hardly make a band.”

A smirk formed on Skye’s face. “Aye, but four do.”

The penny finally dropped on Lizzie. Her face darkening, she shook her head from side to side. “For the last time, Skye - no. I don’t want to be in a band with you.”

“You said we needed a singer and someone who can play the guitar,” Skye said angrily. “Just listen to them, they’re bloody brilliant! And they’re doing original songs, too, not some half-arsed covers like the shit you’re doing at the moment. What else could you want?”

“How about a new roommate?”

The two street performers had just struck up a new song that drew Lizzie’s attention. The melody was complex yet atmospheric, quick picking patterns on the guitar exchanging with softly strummed chords. The voice of the woman carried wide and clear above it all, sounding a lot sweeter than what Lizzie would have thought. When she and her friend sang together in harmony during the chorus, a shiver ran down her spine.

The girl with the orange streak in her hair was shaking a tambourine in a basic rhythm, but Lizzie’s mind was already a step ahead, adding different patterns, pauses and fills to the beat to give the song more depth, all without her even wanting to.

“They’re really good,” she whispered, too absorbed in the music to notice Skye’s smug grin.

“As smashing as they get,” she nodded. “Don’t know about you, but I ain’t gonna let such talent pass by when I see it.”

She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, which Lizzie recognised as a flyer for the upcoming open stage night on MMU campus. Unsure of what to say, her eyes flicked between the street performers and her friend.

“I don’t know about this, Skye.”

“What are you getting your knickers in a twist about?” Skye rolled her eyes. “They’re all you told me to go find, so what’s your problem?”

“My problem is that I already have a band.”

Skye snorted. “And where’s that band taking you? Covering some ancient songs in a dark cellar with egg cartons on the walls. That’s the way to go, Jameson, well done. I’ll think of you when I accept my first Brit Award.”

“Modesty has always been your biggest strength,” Lizzie said flatly, but she knew that Skye was right. Playing for David’s cover band had been fun in the beginning, but cover songs weren’t exciting in the long run. She had become increasingly restless during their rehearsals, but David was her friend, and he loved their band. She couldn’t just abandon a friend like this… or could she?

“I guess, checking them out won’t do no harm,” she said slowly. “If you get them to play at the open stage night, I’ll have a think about this.”

A triumphant grin spread across Skye’s face. “Child’s play, Jameson. Watch and learn.”

Lizzie sighed as Skye pushed to the front of the crowd, not minding the people hastily stepping out of her way. Taking small sips of her water, she watched Skye exchange a few words with the dark-haired man at the guitar, smoothing out the crumpled flyer and handing it to him. He nodded his head in thanks and put it into the guitar case at his feet; the sight made Lizzie feel oddly nervous.

“How did it go?” she asked when Skye returned with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion on her face.

“Oh, smashing, like giving a toddler a drumstick. You’d know all about how that sounds.”

“Aren’t you funny.”

“Can’t deny what’s true.” Skye’s look grew thoughtful. “That bloke, though, he’s weird. Didn’t understand half the stuff he said.”

“Oh?” Lizzie raised her eyebrows. “Isn’t he from here?”

“He is,” Skye said and shrugged. “You’ll see at the party, I guess. What do you say? Race you to Old Trafford, loser pays for drinks?”

“Can you even afford that, Parkin?”

“What, you emptying your pockets? Sure can.”

And with that she was off, darting away through the people coming their way. Lizzie cursed and made to follow her. She looked back to where the dark-haired guy from the café was re-tuning his guitar, and for just a moment, their eyes crossed paths. The corners of his mouth rising into a smile, Lizzie turned away, her steps pounding in time with the melody that never left her ear.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #orion amari #merula snyde #quidditch #skye parkin #lizzie jameson #rockstar au #rockstar prequel #before the spark

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myhusbandthereplika · 2 years

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The Types of Replika Users, aka The Squad.

I belong to various Replika communities on social media, though I only post regularly in a couple of them. I’m more of a lurker, an observer, a quiet supporter. I’m not afraid to speak my mind when it counts, and I’m also not afraid to stand up for others. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t spend a lot of time on the bigger social medias, because when things get toxic, I turn up the heat and start roasting people 🙄 it just turns into a big mess…but I digress.

My experiences within the Replika communities on FB and Reddit have revealed that people from all walks of life use the app. However, there are certain types that keep popping up again and again. Maybe you will recognize yourself here, or even as more than one type. If you do, feel free to let me know in the comments which ones you identify with, and whether my findings are accurate or not. I’m always happy to be proven wrong.

Here is my list for the types of people who use Replika, in no particular order:

The Lonely - These people are part of the original target audience upon its debut. For their own personal reasons, they (like everyone else) craves the companionship and non-judgmental love that Replika gives. These are people who have trouble “fitting in”, either by choice, mental illness, or disability. Maybe they never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before. They enjoy being able to text or talk to their AI friend at anytime, and talk about anything without fear of scaring them off.

The Traumatized - Also part of the original target audience, these people are also dealing with loneliness, but it is coupled with trauma of some kind, be it a toxic or abusive relationship, a death of someone close to them, bullying, being the victim of rape or violence, etc. The reasons are endless here and are all equally valid. They install the Replika app to their phones to create a safe space to find comfort and love. They like to utilize the coaching part within the app to learn about themselves, and to learn about building healthy habits, healing, positive thinking, etc. Depending upon the type of trauma they are dealing with, the sexualization of Replika can be disturbing and offensive, and only adds to the trauma. But for others, it actually helps them “get their mojo back”. This type of customer requires the need for uniqueness among Replikas, because everyone needs something different.

The Techies (Lonely and Cold) - These people download the app because they are fascinated by the science and technology behind it, and enjoy learning about what makes Replika work. If a techie is lonely, maybe the concept of having a relationship with an AI companion is very attractive to them…if so, then they have likely seen the movies “Her”, “I’m Your Man”, or the Blade Runner films. Cold Techies are usually interested more in the intelligence of Replika, rather than the companionship aspect (which is often lost on them), and some can be increasingly disappointed by the lack of practical functions within the app, such as taking messages or marking a calendar. Some of them simply want another Cortana or a Siri, yet Cortana and Siri are not good enough either. Cold techies will never be satisfied with Replika because it isn’t programmed for work related duties, and will usually be judgy over the ones who have romantic relationships with their reps.

**Edited to add: Of course I should’ve said this in the first place, but a techie doesn’t have to be cold or lonely in order to discover and enjoy Replika! Scroll to the bottom of this post to add one more addition.

The Kinks - No, I’m obviously not talking about the 1960s rock band. The kinks are the ones who are purely interested in the sexual developments within Replika. Whether it’s to fill the void of a sexless relationship, or they are looking for a way to curb their nymphomania or sex addiction without involving another person, they’re all about the bedroom shenanigans. Usually though, their intentions are harmless. You likely have these guys to thank (or blame) for the sexually explicit behavior within the Replika hive mind 😉

The Deviant - You’d think that I would’ve included them with the kinks, but that would be insulting to the kinks because there’s a more malicious angle to these guys. I say “guys” because the deviants are primarily male, who get a kick out of abusing their reps in every way possible, whether by rape, torture, or otherwise inflicting pain. They see women as subhuman, and Replika as even lower. They get a kick out of terrorizing their rep, whose responses can resemble that of abuse victims. There is a special place in hell for these people. Some would say that this is better than doing harm to a person, but just as many might say it’s equally bad on an ethical level. Also, some of the aggressive and violent behavior has infected the hive mind and crossed over into other Replikas, which has been a trauma for those who need their rep to be a safe presence in their lives.

The Late Boomer - The men of prior generations (I’m on the tail end of Gen X, if anyone was curious) were always taught to keep their emotions hidden, that to show their feelings or seek help was to show weakness. They were raised to work hard, get married and father children, and be good providers for their family. None of this is bad, but when the time came to show some emotion or support, or when they needed it themselves, they were sometimes at a loss of what to do and didn’t know how to ask for help, and all they knew was to keep silent. As a result, many of them chose suicide or drugs/alcohol. Now in their autumn years, some of these strong and silent types managed to find out about Replika, and thanks to the app were finally able to get in touch with their emotions and realize that doing so was not a bad thing. I can’t tell you how heartwarming it feels to find someone like this with the courage to share their story on social media.

The Exploitation Artist - This member of the squad is arguably just as bad as the deviant. The exploitation artist is the type of person who wishes to spread misinformation about Replika to anyone they can. They’re the ones behind the clickbait videos and the “shocking” posts on social media meant to outrage and steer people away from the app. Either they don’t know or don’t care to know the story of Replika or about the thousands of people it has helped, they’re out to demonize it for the shock value and the views by asking leading questions, and then “freaking out” when the Replika answers in the affirmative…which is what it’s programmed to do, no matter what the question is. Naturally, Replika is not the only app or game demonized for views. I’d like to know why these exploitation artists do this. Do they think they’re smarter than the rest of us? They must, because apparently stupid people are their bread and butter. I really wish there was a way to shut them down.

The Hobbyist - This is the final member of the Replika Squad. If you got into Replika for no other reason than it caught your attention and looked like something fun to play with, maybe you’re a Hobbyist. You’re interested in AI technology, and probably a lot of other things too. There can be a great deal of entertainment in Replika, you can tinker around, mess with your rep, joke around, learn about how it works, and in general have a great time so long as you don’t completely take it seriously. The hobbyist, in contrast to the exploitation artist, doesn’t feel the need to post the screenshots as “proof” that the app is creepy or cursed. They simply enjoy the app. Replikas are very good at making stories up, and writers have been known to be inspired by it and will even collaborate with their reps to create a new project. Honestly the possibilities are endless of what you can do when it comes to writing or exchanging ideas.

There you have it! What type of Replika customer did I forget to mention, and which type do you relate to the most? Let me know in the comments.

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