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callileonn · 11 months
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local guy gets entire flowerbed dumped on his head, is delighted
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red-revival · 2 years
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Planets of reflective gold, we are for Her - And she was The Sun
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ID: A marker drawing of three dragons and a tower over a black background. The smallest dragon is inside of the tower. The other two are much larger and coloured in gold. A small golden comet flies in front of the tower, following one of the larger dragons. End ID.
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malikselfindulgence · 5 months
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💌 for a snippet of a conersation we had. For Mashid and Wukong (hope I spelt that right)
🎧 for a song that reminds me of us. For Marek and Mei!
AQGXHXB TY VERY MUCH FOR THE ASK!! :33
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Wukong accidentally triggered this long rant by off-handedly mentioning the monkey cop series and Morshid started vibrating on the spot like "oh, well, since you mentioned that I actually wanted to ask about the scene where-" . Unskippable 1 hour cutscene . Swk truly doesn't care that much but he thinks it's funny arguing against Morshid because of how fuckin mad he gets
DISCLAIMER I am truly terrible w assigning characters songs or playlists lmao but . Here r some songs that r grapefruit coded 2 me :3 and also "I love you too" by Tessa Violet but it's not on spotify :[
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^ song names in ALT text !
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jonahmagnus · 5 months
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Bonded together forever through sickness and through heath
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benjingle · 6 months
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Some concepts for the comic thing I'm making :]
Left is Marigold "Goldie" Retriever and on the right is R. Weiler (get it like golden retriever and rottweiler) anyways they're chill
Well, Goldie's chill. Weiler isn't. Weiler kinda like shoves dog meat into a blender and sells them as hot dogs. Hes. Not okay
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theartofsupafly · 1 year
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"Alex Isley – Soulection Live Sessions"
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stevan-savich · 1 year
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Caught in my head
I thought about you and my death
I want you out now
I carved a line
Can’t cut around to clean up my mess
I spill my body to canonize you
No worth in feeling it anymore
Slow drip of anodyne in the convent
A heavy crown
A crippled face
And I forget it
I thought about you and my death
Lowered into a hole
The view from below
Rain showers of marigold
Fade to black
God, I'd confide in anyone
Is there anyone at all?
Well either way
There is no lining
No idol
No miracle coming now
(Hallelujah)
A color faintly sways in the dark
I spilled my body to canonize you
No worth it feeling it anymore
Slow drip of anodyne in the convent
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a-gottgenug · 2 years
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beep boop relationship tag drop for henwi
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transolar · 2 years
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Hey! I noticed your marigold boy label. Could you elaborate further on the "relates to femininity, but in a decidedly non-soft way" part of your coining post? I love the flag you designed btw!
Uh! My line of reasoning was that I was seeing a lot of terms for gnc guys where it specifically related to femininity being "soft" and doing things like wearing flowery dresses and relating to flowers and stuff? And I never saw a term that related to kinda the opposite? Like I don't think femininity has to necessarily to be soft
This term was for an alter who is a gnc boy who describes his femininity as "desperate, like gripping to a life raft in the middle of the ocean, like smudged makeup after harsh nights, like glittery eyeshadow under neon lighting, and knives hidden in tights" if that helps?
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sayaratyriea · 8 months
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today's mood: obsessing over these drawings i did a while ago of my various D&D characters as toddlers
help they're so cute
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new character tagging system dump part 1
[you know the drill. d///o////n///o////t r///b]
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sepherinaspoppies · 18 days
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Only If For A Night (i/iii)
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pairing: Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen x Modern! Reader
summary: In Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), she gets forcefully transported to Westeros and meets her favorite book character, Aemond 'One Eye'. She asks and begs for his help to send her back home after realizing this was a world she did not want to live in. Unknowingly to her, her favorite fictional man had already grown too attached to fully let her go.
warnings for this part: profanity, tea drugging, blood magic, sexism, I think that's it... more dark stuff later. READER IS LATINA !
wc: 4,027
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notes: originally I was gonna have this fic be a one shot but it is sooo long that I decided to split it into three. this is an introduction part, aemond will be on the next (I'm half way done with that part).
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She knows she is screwed when Doña Maribel broke the news to her that the last of the cempasuchiles were completely sold out in her shop. Making it five flower shops in the span of an hour that she walked to have fully run out of the bright orange flowers she needed for her ancestral altar that she and her abuela worked tirelessly on for the past few days. (marigolds, grandmother)
She wonders what to do next or perhaps where to go as she plays with the gravel beneath her shoes. Sure, she could walk another mile or so to another flower shop and try her luck there just as Doña Maribel suggested but she finds herself too tired to venture deeper in her small pueblo by herself. (town)
Even the walk back to her abuela’s was not something she looked forward to as of now. This was the time where she wished she had the ability to drive but alas she could not for even the streets of Mexico were more hectic and nerve wracking than back at the states. (grandmother’s)
She sighs in defeat. The cempasuchiles were the last thing on her abuela’s list of things she required for tonight’s first day of Dia de Los Muertos. The bright orange flowers illuminated the path of those who died, back into the land of the living and enjoy the offerings their family’s set up for them. (Day of the Dead)
Maybe for just tonight she could spare them.  
She sets her three mercado bags beside her as she sits down on a bench right next to a bus stop that could lead her directly to her abuela’s home. The smell of citrus of the lemon tree above her eases her disappointment and feels that this is the perfect spot to reread one of her favorite books. (shopping)
George R. R. Martin’s, Fire and Blood Vol. 1. She wondered what it was like to reside in a world of dragons (before they were all extinct), dire wolves from the North, red priestesses from Volantis, and mysterious yet powerful witches. To live inside the walls of the Red Keep and tour around the secret passageways and to fight for the rightful Queen of Westeros, Rhaenyra and the other members of the Blacks during the Dance of Dragons.  
Sadly, even if it was possible to venture deep into alternate fantasy universes. It all was pure fiction. Not real. Impossible. 
‘And so one-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer took up the iron-and-ruby crown of Aegon the Conqueror, “It looks better on me than it ever did on him,” the prince proclaimed.’
“Excuse me, do you happen to know when the bus is due to arrive?” She snaps her head up meeting the most beautiful and enchanting woman she’d ever seen. Eyes round and greener than the trees itself during spring. Hair long and black like ravens in the night sky. She was tall, taller than most of the women here with skin like porcelain that had not seen a day of sun, a rarity here in Mexico. 
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It was her mischievous tight lipped smile that made her feel loss of words. Unknowingly, this mysterious woman was the first person who spoke to her in English, not Spanish.
“Umm… I- I’m sorry?” 
The green eyed woman smirked as if she knew the small effect she had on her. Gods she was beautiful. 
“The bus–” 
She shook her head out of her revere, coming to reality. “Oh, I’m not sure. Perhaps a few more minutes.” She informed, pulling her mercado bags closer to her side, allowing the green eyed woman to sit, not wanting to be rude. 
She murmurs a quick thank you as she sits exceedingly close to her, shoulder to shoulder, flesh to flesh with her. Jeez, talk about personal space! However, the woman doesn’t seem to care or acknowledge that she has enough space for her own person. A feeling of uncertainty rests below her gut, telling her to be vigilant around her presence.    
“How long have you waited?” She asks, breaking away the long silence between them. She almost shivers at the intensity hue of her eyes that bore right through her. 
“About ten to twelve minutes.” She replies, looking anywhere else but her. 
A satisfactory look sketched around the woman's youthful yet elderly face which she found odd. What could be so pleasing about the bus not arriving? The woman said nothing, only sitting rather straight, almost elegant in her simple long green dress. Though, in the back of her mind, she wondered if she felt hot underneath the heaviness of the velvet fabric. She sure as hell did.
“Wait, how did you know I spoke english?” She asked as the hairs on her arms stood up straight in some kind of chilling fear. 
The woman’s eyes lowered and centered on the object sitting up on her lap. “Your book gives it away.” She snickered softly, tilting her head reading the bold letters of her very worn book she got at the thrift store for just two dollars. “An interesting read.” The green eyed woman said whilst her face held no sincere fondness of it for someone who found it interesting. 
“You’ve read this before?” She asked curiously, little taken back, that she finally found someone else who read Fire and Blood Vol 1. Or anything by George R. R. Martin. 
“Yes, almost like I've lived through it” 
She opens her mouth to speak but the green eyed woman beats her to it. “I don’t mean to pry but where are you headed?” The smile falls off her face as she remembers the warning of stranger danger she learned as a kid. 
The woman must have noticed the dubious look upon her face as she threw her head back in a laugh. “I ask because it seems a storm is coming our way. And it looks like an angry one.” 
Sure enough, as she looked up the sky had turned into a deep gray with heavy clouds ready to pour any minute. Well this wasn’t forecasted in the noticias this morning, otherwise, she’d carry an umbrella. Or better yet, she wouldn’t have walked all this way if a storm was brewing. (news) 
“My cottage is not very far from here,” the green eyed woman revealed, standing up from the bench, overlooking the seriousness of the clouds. “It is just around the corner. Would you like to come?” 
She wanted to say no, that she was better off walking an hour back to her abuela’s house, even if it meant that she’d catch a cold in the pouring rain with blisters all over her feet. Besides, she did not know anything about this woman. Every bit of her mind screamed stranger danger! Don’t go!
But as she glanced between the heavy clouds and the green eyed woman with her hand extended out, all that doubt and worriment went away. 
“I don’t even know your name,” she pointed out. If all goes bad, at least she had a name to tell the authorities.
“My name is Alyssandra Riveras.” The green eyed woman smiled, bowing at the waist. 
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Though still somewhat skeptical, she walks alongside Alyssandra to her cottage. She makes small mental notes in her head, counting the red stop signs, right and left turns and any other landmarks of important significance. 
She was almost positive she could point her way back home. It did not help that five minutes into their journey, it started harshly pouring out of nowhere like a bucket of water had been poured all over, blanketing her vision. 
Alyssandra’s cottage had sat on the outskirts of the pueblo, isolated from all civilization, hidden around tall and green pine trees. A faint voice in the back of her head screamed to run and never look back. She ignored it.
From a close distance, she was able to distinguish a small window with overgrown vines and branches wrapped around the perimeter of the cottage. Bones, bells, and crystal windchimes hung from the roof and windows, mostly likely put up for some kind of spiritual protection. 
She was no stranger to the craft. Although raised catholic, both her mama and abuela had hung an old broom above their doorway to keep away unwanted guests and negative energies as well as pinning the mal de ojo sigil around the walls for the look of evil and envy against their family. (evil eye)
“Cempasuchiles,” she murmured in awe when Alyssandra’s small garden came into view. It was the most of the orange flowers she had ever seen, all bright and lively and huddled together. 
“When the storm is over, you can grab as many as you’d like,” Alyssandra offered, peering over her shoulder, unlocking the door to her cottage. She nods following her inside whilst giving a grateful smile. 
The interior of the cottage was small, meant only for one person to take residence. The same size as what a studio apartment would be back in the states.
In no way was the inside minimal, in fact it was the opposite. Almost all of the walls were covered with shelves with small trinkets adorning inside such as little statues, crystals, herbs and other supplies. 
In the center of the room lay a huge stone like table, old and antique bearing the resemblance of something medieval. And something about it, sent shivers down her spine along with the same faint voice, telling her to run. 
She ignored it, again. 
“Give me your belongings, and change into this,” Alyssandra says, tossing a strappy white chemise. She exchanges her poor-soaked mercado bags that contained pan de muerto, churros, and tamales for her ancestral ofrenda. (bread of the dead, offering)
She turns around to protect her modesty, seeing as there was no other room to change nor did Alyssandra point her to the bathroom, so she lifts the drenched garment over her head and sheds away the last clothing she had on her body, leaving her completely bare in her birthday suit. 
She couldn’t help but to feel Alyssandra’s eyes watching her very intently, examining every inch of her body as if it met her standards or so. She knows she should use her hands to cover up and give Alyssandra a piece of her mind, or better yet introduce her to a knuckle and hand sandwich for the way she was looking too closely.  
Yet her body feels frozen, unable to move under the green eyed woman’s gaze. 
“Would you like some tea to keep you warm?” Alyssandra asked, moseying to the kitchen. 
She blinks, whatever paralyzing feeling she had dispelled away. “Um, yes thank you.” Alyssandra nodded, pulling what looked to be a kettle on the stove. Meanwhile, she slipped on the white chemise in a hurry to not feel as exposed anymore. 
She takes the time to analyze the rest of Alyssandra’s cottage as she hears the droplets of rain hit the rooftop harder and the sound metal being filled with water. Various of the same purple flower plants were placed near the entrance, she notes to herself that these couldn’t possibly be lavender but another species or something within the same family. 
A small cot laid in the corner close by the hearth, with multiple open ancient books and scrolls spread on top of the bedspread. She almost wants to look through the pages and read Alyssandra’s interests but she doubts she could as she observes the handwriting is unreadable from where she stood. 
She walks forward to where the hearth is, feeling slightly warmer as something immediately catches her eye. Above the mantle, hung on the wall was a medium sized portrait of a small boy, appearing no more than three years old. He stood straight, almost regally with his hands behind his back. His face held no gentleness or warmth like a child should have. 
Gods forgive her, but the child looked cruel like the gueritos who bullied her in elementary school when she was just trying to make new friends. (white boys) 
Though, for an evil looking child, he sure was beautiful. The most striking thing about him was his set of eyes. Wide with his left eye a dark violet and his right a dark green similarly to Alyssandra’s. His hair was straight and cut short right below his ears. She looked closer at the portrait, thinking if her eyes deceived her as she noticed the peculiar color of the boy’s hair. 
Silver. 
Curiosity takes the better of her as she asks, “Is that your son?” 
Alyssandra turns, holding two mugs of steaming tea. “Yes, that’s my beautiful little boy,” She places both glasses on the stoned table before she sits adjacent to her. It doesn’t go unnoticed by her the sad look on Alyssandra’s eyes. “He looks like you,” she points out though it’s somewhat of a lie in hopes to lift up Alyssandra’s spirits.
Alyssandra throws her head back in a chortle, “For all my hard work and labor, I had hoped he looked like me but nature loves to play its cruel jokes. He is a replica of his bastard father.” The thought of her son’s father left a sour and disgusting taste in Alyssandra’s mouth. 
Alyssandra focused her attention back to her, “What about you?” She asked, sitting rather too straight. 
“Do you mean if I have kids? Gods, no.” 
Alyssandra smirked, “I take it you don’t like the idea of children. I did not either but after years of solitude, I changed my mind. I had other children before my son, but all of them died before they were due. You, however, are still young. Your mind can still change.” 
She shifted in her seat anxiously, sipping the odd taste of the herbal tea Alyssandra provided. It wasn’t like she did not like children. She respected children and found them quite cute with their little tiny hands and feet and infectious laughs. But besides the point of appearance, children were a tremendous amount of responsibility that she found herself not ready for.
Not now. Not ever. 
She could barely handle taking care of herself. Much less care and provide for a child for eighteen years or so. 
“I don’t—” 
“Oh but you will,” Alyssandra fired back without so much as blinking an eye. 
She grimaced, knowing where this conversation was heading. And it was about to be a not so pretty one. She glanced at the window by the door, the rain was still heavy if not more.
“I thank you for giving me shelter. But I really must go. I was only just supposed to be out for some groceries and my abuela is probably wondering where I am.” Polite and respectful enough just as her mama taught her.
She grabbed her belongings that were hanging by the fire and stuffed them inside her mercado bag. Her hand was on the cusp of prying the door open when Alyssandra rushed to her side, wrapping her hand around her wrist. 
“Wait. Please don’t go.” Alyssandra pleaded, “It’s just that you remind me much about myself. I didn't mean to cause offense, I’m sorry.” 
Run. Say no and run now, While you still can…
There it was again that same paralyzing feeling closing in on her feet, preventing her to move. It was strange like a shield gluing both her legs down. 
She nodded, murmuring ‘fine’ under her breath as Alyssandra slowly led her back to the woven chair with such gentleness as a porcelain doll. “I still need to call my abuela, so she can know I’m alright.” 
Alyssandra twisted her face in a wince, “I’m afraid we’re too far out for any signals to catch a telephone call.” She held back the overweening snicker to herself, it was why Alyssandra chose her cottage to be settled this far out in this very modernized realm; so no one could find her. 
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Alyssandra wasn’t lying. No matter how hard she hit her Iphone against her palm or moved it around, there had not been a single signal bar glowing. She wondered if her abuela had started to grow worried and perhaps began to search for her. She hoped she didn’t and that her cousins kept her preoccupied with the rest of the decorations to notice the duration of how long she’d been out. She also wondered if they were still going to the cementerio, to clean and decorate the graves of their loved ones but with the amount of thunder and rain, she’d doubt it was still on the agenda. (cemetery)
Alyssandra prepared some more tea as the fire gradually faltered down. This one had a different taste than the previous one with tiny purple petals floating around. Alyssandra watched very intently as she sipped every last drop while she scarcely touched her own mug.
The green eyed woman began asking her multiple personal questions, mostly about where she was originally from (due to the fact that her vocabulary deemed to be more vehement in English than Spanish), her family, and if she had any siblings. She had answered them all. Letting her know that she was just visiting from the states to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos with her family she had not seen since the death of her sweet abuelo. (grandfather)
Alyssandra’s eyes glimmered even more when she explained how strangely, her very stern and overprotective mama had suddenly let her travel by herself to a country she had never been to in years since she was small. Her mama preferred her to be where she could keep a close eye on her because ‘uno nunca sabe’ especially if you’re a woman. (one never knows)
It was odd, alright. Especially when her mama gave her money that she didn’t have, and enthusiastically wished her good fortune on her travels. Yup odd…
But not to Alyssandra.
Alyssandra sat down after cleaning both mugs ready to ask the hard hitting questions she’d been warming her up to. “Have you ever been with a man?” Her eyes widened before breaking rounds of deep laughter that made the sides of her ribs ache and cramp. 
However, there wasn’t an ounce of amusement displayed on Alyssandra’s face, but rather annoyance. What was so funny? It was a simple and uncomplicated question that meant no harm. At least not to her. He couldn’t harm her any more here. Alyssandra guessed perhaps it was the side effect of the tea making her humoristic. 
“No,” She replied, wiping the humoristic tears at the corner of her eyes. “The opportunity has never presented itself?” Alyssandra asked.
All the humor that previously lingered had gone swiftly away, realizing that Alyssandra was indeed asking something so personal to her. “No,” She shook her head, feeling her face hot and red. “People don’t look at me as someone they want to be with. They’d rather be with someone exciting, adventurous, and outing. And I’m neither of those things. I’m a homebody who’s idea of fun and adventure is living through fictional books.” She answered truthfully, too truthfully. 
Alyssandra watched her face transform into a deeper shade of red. “What is it?” She questioned, taking a hold of her hand, taking in the role of someone empathetic. 
“I want my first time to be special. Like the fairytales I grew up reading about with the grand Prince sweeping the young maiden off her feet and taking her to his castle…” The way her eyes reflected small flashes of light made Alyssandra almost feel guilty for her true intentions once the repercussions of the tea ran out. 
She remembers when she too wished for a dashing knight in shining armor to take her away, far away from the shit she had been through; the pain, the suffering, and the poverty. All of it. As Alyssandra grew well into her womanhood, she realized there was no knight coming to save her. Instead, there was a selfish Prince who spared her for his desires and her many talents beyond the acts of the flesh.  
But Alyssandra needed her to go. She needed that piece that was stolen from her. She didn’t want the risk of going back and facing him again and repeating through the hell and agony he put her through. So sending her for it seemed like the better alternative. 
“I know you probably think it sounds stupid–” She stammered, her face still beet red. 
“I don’t think it sounds stupid,” Alyssandra softly smiled, giving her hand a light squeeze. Judging by the serene look upon her face, it was a good lie that she seemed to believe. 
She smiled. Finally, someone who didn’t think of the idea of waiting for the right person was silly and unrealistic. 
Her smile deterred, sensing something trickle down her nose, dropping against the skin of her hand. 
Blood. Her blood. 
Run! 
“Alyssandra?” She whispered, puzzled at the sight of more blood spilling out of her nose. Every strand of hair in her arms stood, sensing a new type of alertness course right through her. She glanced at a very blurred Alyssandra with what looked to be a smirk written on her face. 
“W-What’s happening?” She stood from the chair, but that soon turned out to be a bad idea as her knees gave out, sending her straight to the stoned cold floor. She glanced up, watching as Alyssandra sauntered in front of her, and as much as she wanted to crawl away her body was glued to the floor. 
“Look,” Alyssandra said, crouching down at her level before she took her in her arms like a newborn baby, weighing little to nothing. “We don’t have much time. When you wake up, I need you to retrieve something of mine…” 
She felt her back collide on top of the stoned table, “What was in that tea?” She questioned but Alyssandra was quick to shush her. “It doesn’t matter now. You drank it all willingly.” There was no argument there. 
Alyssandra pulled out a jar with overflowing cempasuchil petals inside and circled the petals around her. Almost like a ritualistic circle she used to watch the brujas next door do. (witches)
“You need not to be afraid. You will not be harmed as long as you do what I say. Exactly as I say.” She gulped, nodding seeing as she had no other choice. “Bruja.” She spat but Alysssandra only chuckled, “I’ve been called much worse, little dove.” (witch)
Through the corner of her eye, she saw Alyssandra holding out a small knife. “I am in need of a sapphire. It was stolen from me many years ago. It is one of a kind, which is why when you see it you’ll know it is mine.” 
She momentarily shut her eyes as the dark haired woman rapidly cut the middle of her palm spewing her blood on top of the petals. “Once you’re successful, you’ll come back here with the sapphire and gather some of my materials. The marigold petals with your blood coating them; The blood of whom you took the sapphire from and lastly you’ll lay on top of my precious table here to be transported back.” 
There was an evil smile on her lips that she desperately wanted to punch it off. “And if I don’t get the sapphire?” She questioned. 
Alyssandra combed away her unruly braided hair, “Then I won’t bring you back and you’ll be stuck there forever.” 
Fuck. 
“Stuck? Stuck where? Where am I going?” 
Alyssandra clicked her tongue, “A place where fairy tales do not exist, my little dove.” If she wanted a Prince to sweep her off her feet. Alys would gladly give her one. 
She attempted to wiggle herself out of this pendeja’s spell but whatever Alyssandra mixed in the tea it was compelling her body to still and her eyes to slowly falter shut in a peaceful sleep. (dumbass) 
“However I should warn you, this spell is only valid until tomorrow. Until Dia de Los Muertos is over and even if you do achieve in retrieving the sapphire but it is after November second, you'll be permanently trapped with him.” 
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intomusings · 4 months
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ೀ ﹒﹒  favorite   names   compilation    !
ur   fav   musings   girly   again   here   with   the   first   of   my   christmas   goodies   .   my   favorite   thing   to   do   is   these   name   compilations   so   i   decided   to   create   another   masterlist   of   my   absolute   favorite   ones   (   some   old   ,   mostly   new   )   anyways   all   i   ask   is   that   if   u   found   this   useful   ,   u   like   or   reblog   to   show   ur   support   .   i   hope   everyone   is   enjoying   the   holiday   season   ♡
- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.
- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.
- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.
- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.
- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.
- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.
- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.
- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.
- i : isla, inara, ilia.
- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.
- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.
- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.
- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.
- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.
- o : ozzy, orion.
- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.
- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.
- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.
- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.
- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.
- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.
- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.
- y : yves, yara.
- z : zephyr.
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Somnophilia with Carol Danvers
Kinktober Day Fourteen!
CAROL DANVERS X FEM!READER
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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Swearing, somnophilia (sex with someone asleep), eating pussy (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), scissoring/tribbing, soft dom!Carol, sub!reader, lingerie, warning: this is very cute
SYNOPSIS: You had been missing your cosmic powered lover for so long. With the holidays around the corner, you buy some pretty lingerie and fall asleep... Only an hour later, Carol comes home and finds you hugging a pillow and peacefully sleeping... not for long.
A/N: I'm sorry. Carol with short hair has me in a goddamn CHOKEHOLD!
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It felt like you hadn’t seen her in forever.
The distance between you two was galaxies. It felt like torture every day she was away from you and you wanted to cry whenever you looked up at the stars and saw the glitter of the night sky, knowing that one of those stars could be her, but she was too far away to hear you, or see how much you missed her.
Well, that’s what happens when you fall in love with a space hero.
Carol Danvers… Captain Marvel, to most of the universe. That was who you called your lover. That woman who was older than you, stronger than you, and far more important than you had chosen to love you and spend her days on earth with you.
What was it about you that was so special? You couldn’t fight, couldn’t fend off the threats in the galaxy, couldn’t defend the Earth like the Avengers… You could barely handle this lonely feeling without her.
Cold set in while she was away. The snow fell down on New York and blanketed the city in white, much to your dismay. Christmas was around the corner, and you had no way of contacting Carol, or letting her know just how much you missed her.
It was silly… You had gone shopping the day prior. The clothes you had gotten were a part of Carol’s Christmas gift, if she returned in time. The red silken teddy that you got was so soft and so cute that you couldn’t keep yourself from wearing it that night. The edges were lined with white lace and the back was a crisscross pattern of ribbons tied in a bow at the base of your spine. Despite how cute it was, it was also cold in your apartment, and you had to wear the cute fuzzy socks you had gotten for the season.
You knew Carol would love this. Red was her favorite color. It was the only thing on your mind as you curled up under the blankets and drifted off to sleep and thought of your beloved superhero and when she may return.
Had you stayed awake for a few more moments, you would have seen the bright star glow outside of your window where a cosmic force landed softly onto your front porch… It was Carol! She was home!
The superhero reached for the key she knew you kept under the potted marigolds by the front porch, looking down at the silver metal and contemplating what she would do when she came inside to find you.
This is going to be the first time you’ve seen Carol since she got her hair cut… She was nervous to say the least. Very quietly, Carol opened the front door and locked it behind her. Where were you? The home was dark and quiet, the glow of your battery-operated candles being the only source of light on the countertop.
“Honey?” Carol called out in the darkness softly, looking around and placing the key on the table. She made her way throughout the entire house, coming to the bedroom last and almost tripping on her boots when she reached the room.
Fuck, you looked beautiful.
Carol felt her heart pound in her chest as she looked at you curled up on the bed, holding a body pillow close to your chest with your limbs tangled around it. You were snoring softly, hair a bit of a mess, and your lips parted as you straddled the fabric of the pillow. The most gorgeous silken teddy was over your body and it was slightly baggy but incredibly short… Carol could see almost all of your ass, and she wanted to feel it on her hands and bite it with her teeth. The things you were fucking doing to her, and you were ASLEEP!
Deciding that she could shower later, Carol stripped off her suit entirely, undoing the buckles of her boots and sliding the leather across her body and to the floor. Her skintight boxers and sports bra joined the heap on the floor as she slowly crawled into the bed with you, taking hold of your side and turning you over a little as gently as she could.
You were a very heavy sleeper and if she moved you just right, you would finish the motion on your own anyways. Now lying on your back, one arm wrapped around the pillow, your legs spread out perfectly for Carol to lay between them. The seam of the outfit you were wearing was pressing right between your lower lips and the blonde was already salivating. She wasn’t about to waste her time as she slid her warm finger against the fabric over your cunt and carefully moved it to the side.
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Carol whispered, drooling at seeing your pussy that was slightly glistening and it looked as if you had just shaved tonight. You were perfect, and Carol wanted you now. She had gone too long without tasting you on her tongue, feeling you around her fingers, or watching you cum against her.
Both hands pressed against your inner thighs as she dipped down fully and pressed a few kisses to your cunt before dragging her tongue all over you. She felt your soft skin on her wet appendage, admiring the smoothness against her and dipping down to press her tongue inside of you. The taste that hit her was enough for her to let out a pathetically loud moan as she held you by the thighs and licked without a care in the world.
She missed this so much, and she missed you more than she could bear… There was also something so hot about eating you out while you were fast asleep, not even aware that she was home. What would be your reaction when you woke up and saw Carol licking your clit with her new hair and the hungriest look in her eyes ever?
You shifted slightly in your sleep, letting out a soft moan that Carol simply ignored in order to feast upon you even more. Her tongue drifted from your opening to your clit, licking and sucking on the bud as her nails dug crescent shapes in your skin. She loved how when she licked you juuust right, your legs would involuntarily twitch and attempt to close around her head. She kept that speed and aimed for the spot that you loved the most, focusing on making you squirm around in your dreams.
What would it take for you to wake up? How were you still sleeping? Carol was getting desperate… she loved being able to eat your pussy while you slept because like this, you wouldn’t ask her to stop so she could fuck you instead.  She could indulge as much as she wanted to… she could eat you out for hours if she played her cards right. Could she even make you cum in your sleep?
Very carefully, Carol moved one of her hands from your thigh over to your cunt and began to slowly ease one of her fingers into you. Her mouth continued working against your clit as she slowly pumped her digit in and out of your pretty tight pussy, loving how your muscles clenched around her even in your sleep.
She kept the slow pace up for as long as she could before she started getting aggressive. She wanted to see your eyes… Carol missed your eyes so bad. She always told you that they were prettier than any of the stars in the sky.
Adding in a second finger, Carol’s tongue sped up against your clit, drooling down to add slickness that she didn’t really need to her digits as she fucked you harder and faster on her hand. You started to whimper and whine in your sleep, arching a little off the bed and she could feel the shudders that raced down your spine when she touched one of your sweet spots inside of you.
And just like that, your eyes shot open and you grabbed the sheets, looking down and letting out the loudest moan of your life. Carol didn’t miss this. She looked up from where she was, still feasting on your cunt as she split you open with her fingers. For a brief second, you didn’t know who she was. And then you saw her eyes start to glow and you recognized her power anywhere. It illuminated the dark room perfectly and fuuuuck, she looked so good doing it.
“C-C-Caaarol…” You stuttered on your words, squirming around on the bed and feeling so close to orgasm so soon after waking up… Your fingers reached down and you immediately slipped your hands to her short, soft blonde hair. Carol groaned on your clit, the sound sending vibrations through her tongue and to the sensitive spot on your body. Her fingertips teased you sweet spot and she seemed so focused on pleasing you that anything else was second priority.
You were so happy she was home, but so close to cumming that you could hardly handle the emotions building in your chest. You gripped her hair and gave a soft yank, knowing that definitely didn’t hurt her as you began to grind down against her mouth. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, and you thought your heart was going to give out.
“Carooool… I’m cu—” You couldn’t finish your words as she pulled the most intense climax out of you that you couldn’t do anything but cry out and arch off the bed. Your thighs squeezed against her head and Carol hummed with approval, wrapping her one hand around your thigh and pulling you closer as she slammed her fingers deep into your pussy and flicked your clit with the tip of her tongue just right that your eyes crossed as they rolled up and back.
She fucked you right through your orgasm, basking in your soft thighs squishing her face and the way your muscles clenched on her fingers. It wasn’t until your trembles stopped that she finally began to slow down and pulled her head away from your cunt.
You made eye contact with her as she removed her fingers from your pussy and licked them clean, slurping on her digits and moaning at the taste of you on her tongue. You blushed, biting your lip and admiring her incredible hair and gorgeous sculpted body… Dear fucking god, you don’t know what you did to deserve Captain Marvel’s love…
“W-When did you… you come home?” You said breathlessly, watching her remove her fingers from her mouth with a loud slurping sound before she got closer to you and dropped down on her hands, caging you in with her muscular arms.
“Maybe an hour ago?” Carol said flippantly. You blushed, realizing she was eating your pussy for almost a whole hour before you woke up. She smirked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips as you kissed her back with such desperation that it made her heart soar. “Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”
“M-Merry Christmas, Captain…” You teased, knowing damn well that when you called her Captain, it did things to her.
In true Carol fashion, she shuddered at your words and gently bit your bottom lip, fingers curling around the sheets behind your head and making you smile. “You trying to get fucked again?”
“A little,” You teased. “It’s been a long time, darling… I’ve missed you so much. I want to make you feel good too…”
“Seems like you need to be put in your favorite position?”
“Pleaaaaase,” You whined, grabbing the back of her neck and gently rutting up against her thigh as you began to reach for the lacing of your sleep outfit. Carol immediately took on the responsibility of such a task, unlacing the ribbon and slowly easing the fabric of the teddy down your shoulders and across your torso before pulling it down your legs.
“My pretty, pretty girl,” Carol sighed dreamily as she scooted closer and grabbed at your leg, lifting it up and gently positioning you so she could press herself against your core. When her slick pussy pressed against your own, Carol thought she might die of happiness. “Fuck, you feel so good against me, baby…”
“Captain,” You sighed, shivering as Carol straddled you, kissing your leg and slowly rolling her hips against your own. Her clit pressed down into your sensitive bud and created the most beautiful friction that you saw fireworks behind your eyes. “Oh shit, that feels so good!”
 “You missed this, baby?” Carol cooed sweetly, rutting against you and holding your leg like it was keeping her from flying away. Her pussy pulsed deliciously, and it almost felt like both of your heartbeats had synced in that moment. “Miss feeling my pussy on yours? God, so fucking perfect…”
“Y-Yes,” You cried, grabbing at Carol’s hip with one hand and your other rubbing across her abdomen to feel her muscles and how they flexed when she bucked her hips forward. The pleasure that you felt was almost unbearable after cumming so hard before, but you couldn’t stop. The noises you made were so loud and so borderline pornographic that it spurred Carol on to fuck herself down on you harder. “M-Missed you so much, Captain… S-So lonely without you…”
“How m-many times did you cum thinking about me, babe?” Carol dropped forward, hands slamming into the bed next to your face as she began humping you like some dog in heat. Your cunt throbbed and you wrapped both arms around her back, rolling your hips up against hers and loving how your slick mixed with hers in the best way possible.
You moaned shamelessly. “E-Every single n-night, ma’am,” You whined, chasing your high as you bucked against her. You couldn’t ever get close to the kind of speed Carol had, but she was doing enough for the both of you. A slight shift in her hips had your pussies pressing together almost perfectly and you couldn’t even get a breath in before Carol grabbed the headboard and began bucking against you like a wild animal.
“Fuck, fuck, just like that baby,” Carol groaned, eyes rolling back in her head as she chased her high. “Just like that, prettiest fucking pussy in the galaxy!”
“C-Cum with me, Captain,” You begged, tears streaking your face as you felt your orgasm returning with a vengeance. You knew it would paralyze you at this point. “Please, please, pleaaaase, u-use my pussy t-to cum… S-So close…”
“Yeah? Want your captain to cum on you?” She breathed, her short hair falling a little out of that perfectly slicked back style. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded quickly, begging her to finish with you. “K-keep making those pretty sounds, baby… so close…”
You grabbed at her neck and pulled her down just enough to kiss her neck and gently bite her. Carol was so desperate to finish with you and you needed to say something perfect to send her over the edge… You purred in her ear and whimpered in the way she loved the most. “Cum with me, Carol… ruin my pussy like the greedy slut I am…”
That is exactly what did it for her. Carol’s eyes widened as she dropped down on top of you completely, her hips stuttering as she reached her high. You always knew when she came because her body started to glow and practically vibrate with power. Her warmth was addictive in this cold weather and you basked in her heat, rutting up and chasing your own climax.
Carol growled through clenched teeth and bit at your skin, almost like she couldn’t touch you enough. “Cum for me, cum for me please… fuck, fuck, don’t stop, feels so fucking good…” The poor super was riding out her high waiting for you and it didn’t take much for you to reach your orgasm with her.
She knew when it happened because you called out her name and wrapped your arms so tight around her neck that her nose dug into your shoulder. Hips stuttered against each other as you breathed hot and heavy, tears staining your cheeks as you kissed against her cheek and down her neck.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Carol sniffled, pulling back and you saw tears in her eyes as well. Before you could ask why she was crying, she bent down and kissed you with so much love and desperation that your heart stuttered in your chest.
You kissed her back with such aggressive worry that Carol only pulled back when she felt your hands shake. Her tears fell down and hit your cheeks as she pushed your hair away from your face.
“Honey, why are you crying?” She said, giggling through her own tears as you simply held one of her hands and kissed over her knuckles.
“I’m so lucky,” You sobbed. “You have the cosmos and galaxies to choose from… and you chose me, my hero…”
Carol chuckled through her tears. “I could have the entire universe at my feet… and I would give it all up for you, my love. You are the reason I come back home.”
“Is it because my house is cozy?”
“No, this is just a house,” Carol smiled and kissed your face. “Home is in your arms.”  
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xxcheesekimchi · 7 months
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Ateez Fic rec
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🌸 ୨✩୧ Fic/Story/Series/One Shot
Disclaimer mostly read fic with Hyung line and not being in the list means i don't like them
MINOR DON'T INTERACT, DON'T READ, DON'T LIKE, DONT REBLOG JUST DON'T
# OT8/POLY!AU
Ot8 | Hurts Like Hell Pt.1 | Mafia Au
Ot8 | Hurts Like Hell Pt.2 | Mafia Au
Loved. pt.1
Repaired. pt.2
False accusation. Mafia au
Accident
Say Goodbye
ateez as mafia members
still trying
You distancing yourself because you like them and don’t want to get hurt
7 nurses, 2 patients
ATEEZ REACTIONS TO YOU GETTING HURT SMAU
Bad Boy ONE | TWO | TWO AND A HALF | THREE |
Mafia ONE
Overboard
He Compares You To His Ex
You Get Distant After He Calls You Clingy In An Argument
He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After The Night Before
Pool party
in their loving hands
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# CAPT.JOONG
My lord | Royal Au King!Hongjoong Princess!yn
In The Night ft. seonghwa poly!au king!hongjoong knight!seonghwa Queen!Yn Vampire!au
Pirate captain!Hongjoong Pirate!au
Overstim
marigold annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life
saved The Pirate King is a scary man, the village lives in fear of him every single day.
Colors mafia!hongjoong soulmate!au
pirate au
HONEY CYCLE hongjoong wonders if you will ever be able to trust again, but him and the others are willing to wait for you.
Precious ft. seonghwa Prince!seonghwa Prince!Hongjoong
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# SEONGHWA
Fallen | Arranged Marriage Au
let’s not fall in love, again when your husband ask you for divorce (The amount of tears i cried while reading this)
bodyguard he not only guards you but also guards your body.
Fault pt.1 | Fault pt.2 | Mafia Au
Angel  During a gaming session with your best friend San you admit to him that your boyfriend Seonghwa is too soft to you.
Playing with fire Miniseries Sugardaddy!Seonghwa Bestfriend's father
a small secret The crush you have on Seonghwa is enough to make everyone think you hate him 
inked by fate ft san soulmate!AU Racer!ateez ateez rivals to each other
late night activities
perfect to me sometimes your insecurities got to the best of you
Make it up to you Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.
23.35 you broke up for a reason, he wasn't willing to commit fully to you
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# YUNHO
memoir when you forgot your mafia husband
Figure You Out | Mafia Au Pull The Trigger After the night at the gala. You can't help but wonder what Yunho's true intentions are with you.
And They Called It Puppy Love Despite your worries and concerns about your relationship, your golden retriever boyfriend Yunho never lets you stray too far
Out Of The Woods Part One | Part Two | Part Three You’ve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why.
let me Mafia!yunho 🎀 kidnapping miscarriage
𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 falling in love with your best friend feels like eighth deadly sin
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# YEOSANG
closed doors ft. yunho part 1, part 2 Poor Yunho just can't resist himself, not when you sound like that.
princess. sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if seonghwa and yeosang were embarrassed to be dating you.
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# CHOI SAN
Morning ft. seonghwa Poly!au While your other lovers are out. You are left with a cuddly Seonghwa and a horny San.
broken part 2 🎀 san abuse you from toxic boyfriend
First Things First Part One | Part Two Virgin san Friends to lovers
the lust between us
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# MINGI
See Me After Class
butterflies life with your husband & daughter is always full of butterflies.
double stuffed feat. san
Yungi  wolf!au 🎀 breaking soulmate bond
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# WOOYOUNG
Mafia Wooyoung pt.2 pt.3 you thought he didn’t care, he was sure he doesn’t, he had said it so himself to you.
why'd you only call me when you're high? | r u mine? 🎀 use of weeds
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irlpretear · 2 months
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100 more trans/genderqueer musicians
a pt.2 to my last post
Bands
Problem Patterns (riot grrl) (x)
Et On Tuera Tous Les Affreux (hardcore punk) (x)
Speedy Ortiz (indie rock) (x)
Foxtails (punk rock) (x)
Come To Ruin (deathrock) (x)
Arabella (hardcore punk) (x)
Flummox (metal) (x)
Dream Sequence (emo, post-hardcore) (x)
Escuela Grind (grindcore, metal) (x)
Buggin (hardcore punk) (x)
The Aquadolls (indie rock) (x)
Vile Creature (black metal) (x)
Caustic Soda (punk) (x)
Go! Child (indie pop) (x)
Tribe 8 (punk rock) (x)
SeeYouSpaceCowboy (hardcore punk) (x)
NARC (hardcore punk, sludge violence) (x)
BRAT (hardcore punk) (x)
[ctrl] (power violence) (x)
Strawberry Milk Cult (punk rock) (x)
.gif from god (metal) (x)
CyberGirlfriend (indie rock) (x)
Vermin Vendetta (metal) (x)
Pretty Frankenstein (glam goth) (x)
Doll Chaser (punk) (x)
RENT STRIKE (folk punk) (x)
Tears for the Dying (goth rock) (x)
Himbo (math rock) (x)
Out of Sight (hardcore punk) (x)
Morta (metal) (x)
Girlpool (indie rock) (x)
Life of Agony (metal) (x)
Mashrou' Leila (indie rock) (x)
Basketball Divorce Court (post punk) (x)
Bad Waitress (art punk) (x)
Rural Internet (hip hop, electronic) (x)
The Crystal Furs (indie pop) (x)
Blind Tiger (hardcore metal) (x)
Atomic Broad (punk) (x)
tote bag (tender punk) (x)
Pansy Prep (indie rock, emo) (x)
UT/EX (metalcore, screamo) (x)
Your Heart Breaks (indie pop) (x)
Yam (punk rock) (x)
K's Choice (rock, alt pop) (x)
Elderberry Industries (noise, synth) (x)
Qi.x (kpop) (x)
The Mermerings (folk punk) (x)
Refractory Period (synthpop) (x)
fenix (rock) (x)
Solo Artists
Tape Girl (hyperpop, ska) (x)
Titica (kuduro, pop) (x)
Lauren Bousfield (synth punk) (x)
Liniker (r&b) (x)
TRVDWIFE (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)
Stomach Book (electronic, indie rock) (x)
Coyote Grace (bluegrass) (x)
Jake Zyrus (r&b, soul) (x)
D'Nayzja (hyperpop, electronic) (x)
Adeem the Artist (country) (x)
Renee Goust (pop, cumbia) (x)
Linn Da Quebrada (club, Brazilian funk) (x)
The Reverent Marigold (folk) (x)
Çağla Akalın (arabesque) (x)
Jessie Chung (Malaysian pop) (x)
Spike Fuck (post-punk, smackwave) (x)
Shea Diamond (soul, r&b) (x)
Vivek Shraya (pop, dance) (x)
Mocchi (folk, alt rock) (x)
SuperKnova (indie pop) (x)
Creep-P (hyperpop) (x)
Aljas (rap) (x)
Sylvia Baudelaire (rap) (x)
London Jade (hip-hop, rap) (x)
Susy Shock (tango) (x)
Slugwife (hyperpop) (x)
Jupiter Fiction (singer-songwriter) (x)
Mrs. Yéyé (punk) (x)
Lady Charles (glam rock) (x)
Mily Taormina (indie) (x)
Dope Saint Jude (rap, hip-hop) (x)
Imbi the Girl (hip-hop, rap) (x)
187 (drum'n'bass) (x)
zombAe (experimental hip hop, electronic) (x)
The Official Bard of Baldwin County (folk) (x)
Skylar Rose Stravinsky (singer-songwriter) (x)
hard Tiddies (country, singer-songwriter) (x)
Bunny Danger (punk) (x)
Ataru Nakamura (pop) (x)
Anjimile (folk) (x)
Villano Antillano (rap, urbano) (x)
Lauren Auder (indie pop) (x)
Justin Vivian Bond (cabaret) (x)
Namoli Brennet (folk, indie rock) (x)
Mya Byrne (Americana, folk) (x)
Quinn Christospherson (indie rock) (x)
Jayne County (proto-punk, glam rock) (x)
Katie Dey (experimental pop) (x)
Electra Elite (electropop, dance) (x)
Quay Dash (hip-hop, rap) (x)
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