Sho grumbled to himself as he readjusted his goggles for what felt like the tenth time as he pushed through the desert, reaching down adjust Garnet's as well. He'd never found a pair that sat well on her, but the pair he had would work for now anyways.
"It'll be quick, I said. Going through the desert isn't that bad, it's not like I haven't done it before. What was I thinking? Make sure to remind me the next time I think something this stupid, okay Garnet?"
His camerupt partner gave an assenting grumble as she kept her eyes facing forward towards their goal, the tower rising out of the sands.
Rushing through the entrance to the tower, Sho took the time to shake the sand out of his jacket, his bag, his pockets, his everything before realizing he had company. Looking over at the other in the tower, he gave a sheepish wave. "Ah....heya. Were you also looking for this tower?"
🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . Lynn and Sidney having a dance off
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@chaserainbows / Sidney
Another weekend meant another show. By now, Lynn had done enough of these that any sense of stage fright she had before had now dissipated. And instead felt a sort of adrenaline rush when knowing she was to perform in front of others. She would take the once overwhelming spot light to her advantage.
She wasn't the only one performing that evening. Sidney, a long time rival turned mentor had joined her. Or rather they had mutually challenged each other to a dance off. Right at the Fallarbor contest hall. The usual tension between the two definitely lingered in the air. In the moments before the music even started. Even the crowd seemed deathly silent.
There was some argument before between the two of them. Wasn't there? Hell, she couldn't even remember what it was. The stage itself styled like a half a haunted beachscape and the other half a decrypted and abandoned cityscape. The lights dim except for the moonlit water backdrop and the bright rolling fog. All of which accentuated the idea that something cursed may have been lurking beneath the surface. And maybe there was? Both water and dark type shadows could be seen moving about just as the music slowly picked up.
The song choice was something done in a call and response format. Starting with a sort of orchestral build up. Each movement was carefully crafted at first. Sharp yet unnatural. A tug on each others limbs or a grab at the waist. Ones that brought their faces just inches away only to pull back.
There were burst of intensity just at the right moments. And why wouldn't it be? Both rivals had a love for the macabre. Even if Lynn herself was defiantly girlypop. But this was her way of performing outside of the box. An idea she picked up during her lessons with Sidney.
There were times that during a confronting spin or dip one of them could have very well fallen off the stage, only to be jerked back right at the last moment. Symbolizing that whatever curse had their hold liked to play around with it's 'victims'.
Yet, despite all this there was a strong level of respect for one another. As much as they created their own horrors they protected each other as well. One could say there was that challenge to keep up. Which in the end, as she was catching her breathe after the intense performance Lynn didn't really care on who won that battle. Cause it was exhilarating and a reminder that she needed to keep pushing against her own past.
My muse is standing under mistletoe. Send 💋 to give them a kiss or, send 🌿 for my muse to find yours standing under the mistletoe | @chaserainbows / @brightresearchers - Accepting!
Volkner felt his eye twitched.
The Christmas sweater that donned his body, fitting against his muscles and the itchy sensation that sent his skin on fire added to his terrible mood. He didn't hate Christmas, but the ugly Christmas sweater was super annoying.
(At least he has a better chance at winning the prize over Flint!).
His trail of thought had been immediately derailed, when Luas pressed their lips together, and pointed towards the mistletoe.
His face burns brightly, and coughs.
"... Fine," Volkner relents flatly. "I'll continue wearing this a bit longer. For you."
[ GAZE ] sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay. (Time to help Grusha beat the no gay hours allegations with Sidney)
smut prompts⠀—⠀SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.
⠀everything about sidney pisses him off.⠀the aggravating, usually crude, jokes.⠀that nonchalant look on his face, the way he clearly gets a kick out of getting a rise out of him.⠀what jackass laughs in that person's face after being insulted?⠀aren't you just proving the point?
⠀everything about sidney pisses him off, and for some reason, grusha keeps coming back for more.⠀maybe his daily life really is that boring—⠀maybe he's hoping he'll finally get to wipe that stupid grin off the man's face.
⠀maybe someday.⠀absolutely not today.
⠀for the most part, grusha can't even really see what face sidney is making;⠀part of him finds relief in that.⠀he knows it'd be especially insufferable now.⠀insufferable to see him way too pleased at getting a famed ex - athlete to end up underneath him.⠀too pleased at how, despite being the quieter type, sidney angles his hips just right to tear some strained whine out of the man's throat, blooming stars in his eyes that blot out his vision.
⠀he's forgotten what that feels like, being undone.⠀forgotten how to keep his cool through it, embarrassing as that is to only just learn now.
⠀grusha's diligence in avoiding eye contact with sidney doesn't last forever.⠀there's only so much he can do when sidney grabs at his jaw, turns it to really look at him instead of at the wall.⠀he's a bit of a mess — hair haphazardly out of his bun, bite marks blooming pink in his skin — but sidney wasn't looking spotless himself.
⠀look at me.⠀who says shit like that?
⠀blue eyes lock with red, and, with brows furrowed, grusha bares his teeth in a half - hearted snarl.⠀if sidney really wanted to leave that badly tonight with marks all over, all he had to do was not let go.⠀and there's nothing grusha hated more than a quitter.
Jokes on you, you didn't specify whether it was muns or nah, and I'm far too shy to namedrop my faves like that (dude i don't want to piss three people off simultaneously) so you're getting resources i literally need to run this thing
@.candyredmusings holy shit this place has literally every gifset to handle whatever flavour of fucked up your blorbo is. i keep reposting at least one of their GIFs. Everything is tagged by vibe. I owe them my life
@.mournfulroses does your muse, perchance, yearn. Experience a rage that their mortal body cannot contain? are they not sure they're even human anymore? check this one out for quotes and poetic shit.
and uh, fuck, haven't got anything else to mind... uh, peep the absolute nightmare that is my iris archive blog, @unovas-okayest-champion . it's like a filing cabinet held together with tape and spite. go nick some stuff from there, lord knows there's shit in there that'll never see the light of day otherwise.
