Deep Purple Magazine Interview 💜✨️💜

You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love.

Heyyyy gal thank you❤️ hope you are doing well 😌 sending you love back with Ritchie and one of his cats :3

Theyre twins🥰

reblog if you'd go on a roadtrip with your pfp

5 - Horrifying or Comforting

Pete Sinfield aka the most comforting human in the prog connection <3333

Thank you @greensleeves2107 💕❤️

ive did this before! How long ago, actually my first tagging game🤯

Last Song: the last stroke of midnight - Dizzy Gillespie, good jazz song👌🏻

Favorite color: 🟩☘️🌲 gang

Last movie/show: I honestly don't remember😭

Sweet/spicy/savoury: spicy everything Is so good, I usually make curry potatoes with a bit of spicy sauce and they slap🥔🌶️

Relationship status:🧍‍♀️

Last thing I searched: if a cernain book was available in my country

Current obsession: not a HUGE obsession, but I've discovered Betty Davis' music and boy she has an unique voice and insanely good funk musicians😍 My main obsession is still Deep Purple, it's now over 3 years since the true dedication started🤪

tagged by: @noelevangilinecarson thank you ☺️

last song: Something by Madonna that was on the radio yesterday evening. I can’t remember which track now

favourite color: Greens and blues and all the hues in between. I love a nice rich golden/mustardy yellow too

last movie/show: His Dark Materials!!! Arghhh it’s incredible

sweet/spicy/savoury: Savoury for sure! Love savoury snacks.

relationship status: Have been single for about 2.5 years now. Which is the longest I’ve ever been single actually, it’s been good for me.

last thing i searched: Whether you can drink fresh water out of the water troughs in DayZ. You can’t tho I’m sure you used to be able to 🤷‍♀️

current obsession: Well it’s been ABBA for the last 9 months. I’m not quite as feral over them now but I’m still riding that one out I think

tagging: @gay-edwardian @realbrassbtw @orphanbird95 @greensleeves2107 @terribly-late-for-tea

And anyone else who's interested

As always no pressure if you don’t want to!

A thoughtful looking Ritchie.

(what Is he thinking tho?)

My first Tom sketches yall he's impossible to draw I swear😭

+ edit: I finished this yall finally😭

Steve Harley from Cockney Rebel, requested by @lurkinlee :))

Howdy howdy dear!

This is very promising, to say the least🤭

an incestous relationship? Why not! I feel like this fic will be full of kinks, sugar and spice😈And obv the maternal element glues everything nicely enough, it being your hallmark when it comes to Keith

The 3rd person fits and is always better to have 1st person dialogues, so go for it🫰🏻

Im sorry for not going into detail with Tommys subplot but I have still to watch it :(

Okay so I thought and thought and thought about writing a chapter by chapter "Tommy" fic and I gotta say I've decided to write it.

I wrote the base for the plot, it still seems solid to me, I wrote a "test" fragment to see if the third narration fits, if the setting is weird enough, if a certain bond is strong enough to make changes and I dare to say I probably worked so hard on it, that it is - I have this idea since November 2023 so a lot of time.

So, without further ado, what I wanna write is this: "Tommy" fic that focuses on an uncle x niece trope (so basically Uncle Ernie x Me fic - yes, that will be a self-insert), but in a way that there will be a bond between them. I have this whole idea of me being the unwanted daughter of Nora and Frank (giving Tommy a loving sister in the process) who finds the parental love in Uncle Ernie's arms, but the bond I'll create with him as a child will actually have a side effect that will resolve in Uncle Ernie falling in love with me at a very young age and with me falling in love with Uncle Ernie once I grow up enough to realize that perhaps I see him more than a parental figure.

Can't say much more, but this is what the whole idea is based off. I also want to see if there will be any interest in reading this kind of fic so that's why this post exists and that's why I've decided to share the "test" fragment I wrote. It generally shows what atmosphere this fic will have, how I see the situation unfolding. It might appear in the fic in a changed form. It's down below, under "read more" so if you're interest, go ahead and read it and I hope you enjoy it <3

Tagging the ones who were interested from the get go and the ones who were liking the posts where I've mentioned this fic - I read it as in that you're interested, don't feel forced to read what's in the "read more" section:

@jimmysdragonsuit13 @radioroger @ennals @burn-on-the-flame @fiammee @minty-playhouse @dzdndcnfsd @littlemissheavenonearth

The frustration was getting to him, his beloved alcohol not helping much anymore, the image of his niece burned into his mind without any way to erase it. She's looking at him with that sweet smile on her face, so happy to see him, calling him uncle in that innocent and full of adoration voice of hers that is driving him insane… The empty pint hit the hard table at the bar, Uncle Ernie muttering curses under his breath, while Frank was observing him cautiously.

"Ernie" Frank mumbled, more drunk than his friend, but that was normal. He could never outdrink him. "What's going on?"

"A woman is stuck in my mind." He didn't look at Frank, he didn't have to. "It's starting to piss me off…"

Frank's grin was as big as never before. "Did you, perhaps, fall in love, you old fool?" The idea of that was laughable to Frank, but what he heard next made him change his mind.

"I fucking did." The silence after that was heavy. Frank cleared his throat, not believing in what he was hearing.

"You're too drunk" he concluded, drinking the rest of his beer. "You've never treated a woman like she's deserving to be treated, I doubt you even know what love is. As far as I can tell, I would call it lust not love-"

"I couldn't even bring myself to touch her." Uncle Ernie spat out, hitting the table with his dirty fingers. Frank blinked in disbelief. "If it was lust, I would fuck her years ago. And now as it is…" A short, high laugh escaped his throat. He didn't finish the sentence, but he knew exactly what would happen if he had a chance. My tiny sweet wouldn't survive it, he thought, creepy smile appearing on his face at the thought of his niece crying and whimpering beneath him as his cock is buried deep inside her. Shivers run down his spine, not to mention that he got hard at the idea, a visible bump forming on his pants.

"That woman has to be a witch" Frank commented, shaking his head, to which Uncle Ernie laughed. He suddenly turned to Frank with insanity in his eyes.

"She's a beautiful angel!" he announced as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. "Curly, light green eyed, chubby beauty who you've handed to me since she was a little girl!"

Frank needed a while to connect dots, when he did, he suddenly felt sober again. "Are you…" Frank's voice ceased to exist when the person Uncle Ernie described appeared in his mind. "Are you talking about my Caroline?"

"She's not yours" Uncle Ernie corrected him. "She never was, you've never loved her." He pointed an accusatory finger at Frank. "She only calls you her dad because she has to, because she's your offspring."

Any father would get mad upon hearing this revelation, upon knowing that his own friend fell in love with his daughter, but not Frank. He actually smirked. "You are right about that. Caroline was always a bother to me."

Uncle Ernie laughed upon hearing it, he knew he was right. He was the one Caroline called dad when she was little and who she still treated like one. "She feels that, you know?"

"She told you?" Frank asked out of sheer curiosity. A plan was slowly forming in his mind.

Uncle Ernie nodded. "Plenty of times."

"How can you know it didn't change?" Frank put another question out. Uncle Ernie lifted an eyebrow. "Caroline's been avoiding you and here you are, thirsting for her like a dog."

"She called me two days ago" Uncle Ernie explained, calming down a little bit. Back at his home, he almost fell while hearing her voice on the other side. "She was crying, apologizing to me, asking if we could meet."

"Did you decline the offer?" Frank had to hold himself to not burst out laughing at the way Uncle Ernie glared at him, offended.

"I accepted. There was a reason why I was at your house yesterday" he explained, still regretting that nothing had happened. That one kiss wasn't enough.

"Then I'll have good news for you!" Frank exclaimed, taking Uncle Ernie aback. "You might have a chance to visit her and live with her for a few days." Upon seeing Uncle Ernie's confused expression, Frank started explaining: "I'm planning to go on holidays with Nora. I was about to leave Tommy with Caroline, she can take care of him well, but we can take him with us, just to leave her to you."

Uncle Ernie quickly caught up with Frank's way of thinking. "Are you giving her to me?"

Frank smiled widely. "If she's so eager to go to you then I can allow that."

I might finally get rid of her, Frank thought.

I might finally get her for myself, Uncle Ernie thought, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "When are you planning to go?" Was his next question.

"In a month" Frank answered.

"Enough to get close to her" Uncle Ernie mumbled, laughing to himself, already feeling excited. The only question left was if he was able to hold himself for another month.

- some hot musicians in sepia -