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pencil-amateur · 9 months

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The Heaviside Layer

Or, Cats and the Narrative Parallels of Steve and Cesare

After watching UP and re-listening to the Bigtop Burger soundtrack several times, I'm finally able to put into words while Steve and Cesare are obviously different in terms of personality, presentation, etc., when you consider their stories... they're more similar than you may initially realize.

(Watching the 1998 recording of Cats was also very important here. This will come back later.)

So first of all, what's the first thing that these two have in common, ownership of food trucks aside?

To put it the way Cesare does, they're freaks. They're weird. The only way they are able to fit in with others is by being the head of said themed food trucks, and making the uniforms their employees wear match them.

In other words, they are outsiders.

Even before the narrative begins, Steve and Cesare were shown to be cast aside by others. In "UP", Steve is banished from his home planet because he made a mistake at a crucial time, and the lyrics to Friends In Low Places reveal Cesare "wasn't missed or mourned" after he was killed.

They're both dead to the worlds they once knew.

But then...

"up, up, up, to the heaviside layer" - UP

"I was chosen for a second chance at life" - Friends in Low Places

For those of you unfamiliar with the musical Cats, the Heaviside Layer is the place a single Jellicle cat is chosen to go to at the Jellicle Ball each year to be reborn into a new life. Old Deuteronomy, the role Steve played, is the cat that chooses the one who will go to the Heaviside layer. However, Steve, along with Cesare, is more similar to the cat Old Deut ultimately picks.

I'm talking, of course, about Grizabella.

Grizabella is a former Jellicle cat who tries to rejoin the group, only to be rejected. Act II's opening number, "The Moments of Happiness", is sung by Old Deuteronomy (and was fumbled by poor Steve). It foreshadows Grizabella's last desperate cry for another chance in her big number, "Memory". The other cats accept her, and she is chosen to go to the Heaviside Layer and begin again.

So how does this relate to Steve and Cesare?

Both allude to having a new life, but are followed by their pasts. While Steve is happy with his food truck and his new friends, he is pursued by unknown authorities telling him he doesn't belong and can't belong. Along with being cast out from society millions of years ago, he's now been rejected from doing what he loves twice.

Cesare is almost the inverse. He talks up how he's got new friends (in low places), but he doesn't seem eager to stick around underground, and is vocally relieved that he won't have to be a watcher anymore. Despite being clearly very strange himself, his job is to imprison "freaks and weirdos"- and it might not be a stretch to say he's taken that to heart. Where Steve has no problem standing out, even going out to eat with his employees when they're out of makeup, Cesare insists his own employees make him look less conspicuous whenever he's with them. (Of course, this could be partially because he didn't want Steve to catch on to his plans, but I doubt Steve would have cared, since he had no idea Cesare even wanted to capture him.)

So how can this be resolved? Is there a way to truly begin again?

"Let your memory lead you/Open up, enter in If you find there the meaning of what happiness is/Then a new life will begin" - The Moments of Happiness

This part in "The Moments of Happiness" is sung not by Old Deut, but a cat in the ensemble named Jemima (and then sung again by the rest of the cats). The lyrics and melody are reprised in Grizabella's song, "Memory". She then adds some more.

"Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days/I was beautiful then I remember a time I knew what happiness was/Let the memory live again...

...Touch me, it's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory/Of my days in the sun If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is/Look, a new day has begun" - Memory

"Touch me" has both a literal and figurative meaning here. Throughout the musical, the Jellicle cats are noticeably physically affectionate with one another. They play with other cats while dancing, snuggle, and even greet each other by pressing their hands together. This makes it all the more jarring when the Jellicle cats refuse to touch Grizabella at the beginning- even the curious younger cats are held back from getting too close. It is a visual sign that they do not accept her. After Grizabella sings her song, one of the younger cats reaches out to her and touches her hand. None of the other cats make any attempt to stop her. Then, the Jellicle cats finally show Grizabella the affection they denied her before, letting her finally belong, and of course she becomes the Jellicle choice.

I think, just like Grizabella, what Steve and Cesare need is acceptance and a place to belong. This doesn't mean the whole world needs to say they're okay with clowns, or zombies, or general weird freaks who don't fit in. It doesn't even mean they have to give up the memories of how they got here, be they happy or sad. What they need is to be loved for who they are, and to live without being afraid to do so.

And I think the friends they have are a good place to start.

#bigtop burger #steve bigtop burger #cesare bigtop burger #analysis #long post

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okanra · 2 months

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FEW FUN BEHIND-THE-SCENES STUFF I DID FOR “THE UNSPOKEN” WEBCOMIC SERIES (still ongoing, of course)

So I’m migrating some of the (public version of) pre-production stuff I did in 2021-2023 for THE UNSPOKEN webcomic (back when it still had the old name “Trunks and Goten in High School AU”) here, since X/Twitter apparently annihilated the old Moment feature for real. These are mostly research stuff, some warm up doodles and inspiring sountrack playlists I did before a chapter or a story got made. I usually do a lot of research offline before working on any creative project, that’s why sometimes it feels like there’s so many information gets jammed into one chapter: it was mostly to make do for all the time that I didn’t get to, or wouldn’t be able to work on the comics.

Will add in the chapters along side the information paper for clearer understanding ✌️

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1. The warm-up expression practice sheet (or doodles, in my case) of Son Goten and Trunks in my webcomic series (late 2022 or early 2023):

Since the idea in mind for these two in the webcomic was to be more “mature, human-like” than the original manga version to fit with the narrative I want to tell and aim at the older demographic, practices are needed :p

2. The Martial Arts techniques research information papers - Chapter 2 and 3 aka “The Spar” 1 & “The Spar” 2 (2021-2022):

A. Goten’s techniques:

B. Trunks’s techniques:

This research about martial arts techniques was actually very fun to do due to martial arts and cultural aspects are being two of the things I enjoy the most in life. That’s probably parts of the reasons why I went back to Dragon Ball in 2020: motorbikes, martial arts and mixed races culture.

Back then I did plan on sharing my research to everyone in the form of little fun art lessons, so there were interesting tweets like this or this. Later I decided to share this somewhere else more private (like my Patreon community) since I realized pre-production researches (or something akin to visual developments) are not that well-liked for most online viewers even though it’s a very much needed process in a creative project 🤔

This martial art concept is one of the actual main themes throughout the whole webcomic series, not really the (super duper gay) b-romance relationship between Son Goten and Trunks, yes I’m very sorryyyyyyy I like them too but I like worldbuilding more lmaoooo :p

3. The brief character design sheet and Chinese-influenced culture research information papers - Chapter 4: “The Iron Woman” and Chapter 5: “Her Resolution, His Origin” (mid-2022 until now and will be continued):

A. Character Design brief sheet:

B. Culture research stuff:

The hilarious thing about researching for these chapters are: Back when “The Iron Woman” was being made, the research limited at reading articles and some books about Chinese cultures, and watching documentaries on Youtube. But when “Her Resolution, His Origin” was being made, the research tuned into a real life trip to China, to take real life reference photos and listening to real legends and stories.

This research for “Her Resolution, His Origin” will be posted to Patreon later, of course ✌️

4. The Original Comic introduction and comeback announcements in mid-2022:

I must have eaten some edibles while drawing this because the boys look so good here. Goten looks so good, I even made him the profile picture for my Patreon account lmao.

5. Soundtrack playlists for inspirations (2021 - now): always the cherry on top. I listen to these playlists everytime I work on the series.

A. Duo playlist for chapters featuring both main characters: link

B. Character playlist for chapters focusing on single character, or anything related to that character: link

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All in all, posts like this are for people who like to see what’s beneath the surface when working on a creative project. I completely guarantee you, what you’ve seen on this blog are just the tips of the ice berg 🤫

Def not a PR, but my Patreon has lots of this lmao. Half joking half serious, there’s even a “non-posted” comic up there too and many other things. I’m just stating facts.

That aside, I’m just really happy to be able to work on this webcomic. THE UNSPOKEN webcomic series has always been a long-term indie project, not a daily content so I hope the readers who like and follow this series would stay tuned for more ✌️

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For easier reading, you can either follow the links that are included above, or just read this Tapas updated version.

#the unspoken webcomic #truten in high school au #my art #my comic #dragon ball #goten #son goten #trunks #kid trunks #dbz #dragon ball z #chichi #son gohan #martial arts #researching is fun and is also my hobby #but honestly i’m just happy drawing comics

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rinsoap · 1 year

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˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big inarizaki three's favourite artists!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro, osamu miya + atsumu miya

note : THIS HAS BEEN IN MY BRAIN SINCE DAY ONEEE SUNA, OSAMU, IWAIZUMI, MATTSUN, KYOTANI AND SEMI R ALL TYLER STANS LITERZLLY FIGHT ME!!!!

suna rintaro :

!!? ok this man has 100% turned every single one of his friends onto tyler the creator. he likes to say he “discovered” him as if he didn’t have like 300 million streams at the time ?? and tbh he didn’t even discover him iwaizumi put him on 😭😭 but he’s a little liar so 🙅🏼‍♀️ but at least he has good music taste!!!!

his favourite songs by tyler the creator are :

- ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? on the IGOR album.

- FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT on the cherry bomb album.

- WILSHIRE on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album.

!!? he will NEVER admit it but he LOVES red velvet 😭😭 he is a kpop stan till he dies and he is RIDDEN with guilt. osamu will be making fun of koreaboos (as he should) and suna will be slowly shrinking into his shirt as he starts yelling about how dumb kpop is. he truly would rather die than admit he knows every single lyric to sunny side up!

his favourite songs by red velvet are :

- BYE BYE on the reve festival 2022 birthday EP.

- russian roulette on the russian roulette: third mini album.

- BAMBOLEO on the reve festival 2022 feel the rhythm EP.

——✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : give you the world by steve lacy. 505 by arctic monkeys. IMPURITIES by le sserafim. yes i’m changing by tame impala.

osamu miya :

!!? he is obsessed with cigarettes after sex! it is truly insane how it is one of the only bands that genuinely makes him cry. like he will be listening to K. with atsumu in the car and atsumu would be groaning like “dude stop with this sad shit its killing the vibe” as a single tear rolls down osamu’s cheek 😭

his favourite songs by cigarettes after sex are :

- john wayne on the cigarettes after sex album.

- affection (single).

- heavenly on the cry album.

!!? OK MAYBEE THIS IS AN UNPOPULAR OPINON but this man is 100% a shameful swiftie. he doesn't know why but he literally will not tell anybody he loves taylor swift like it is his guilty pleasure and for what ???? he loved her in her red era too, he is LOYAL he's been a fan since 2012 dude !!!!

his favourite songs by taylor swift are :

- the very first night [from the vault] on the red (taylor's version) album.

- august from the folklore album.

- i think he knows on the lover album.

——✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : lovers rock by tv girl. pretty boy by the neighbourhood. apple cider by beabadoobee. SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK by joji.

atsumu miya :

!!? his favourite is chase atlantic because he's a fucking prick LMAO he is a chase atlantic MENACE he plays it everywhere any occasion and frequently LIES ab it??? he'll be like "i'm kind of a fan on the dl you know not that big of a deal haha the music is good but its whatever" and then squeal everytime he sees a tiktok of a concert 😭

his favourite songs by chase atlantic are :

- drugs & money (new mix) on the chase atlantic album.

- HEAVEN AND BACK on the PHASES album.

- goosebumps chase atlantic remix (unreleased)

!!? he will never tell anyone how badly he fucks with olivia rodrigo like he is convinced she wrote SOUR for HIM. he will lock himself in his room, walk to the corner of his room before sliding down the wall in absolute shambles as he screams all of the lyrics blasting through his poor headphones. osamu literally hates olivia for this exact reason he cannot listen to her anymore.

his favourite songs by olivia rodrigo are :

deja vu on the SOUR album.

all i want on the high school musical: the musical: the series soundtrack.

happier on the SOUR album.

——✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : borderline by tame impala. beef flomix by flo milli. heartless by the weeknd. want u back by cher lloyd.

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ifearzombies · 11 months

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Yet MORE Headcanons about life in the HoL

Previous post here with links to the other two: [x]

- On days that Levi’s depression is REALLY bad, you pull the futon into his room and you and Mammon keep him company.

- You have more contact with the Human Realm than you did your first year and call friends and relatives. Every call, without fail, is interrupted. Usually by Mammon.

- Asmodeus has been given clearance to have fun with your friends in bed. He does NOT, however, have clearance to have sex with relatives. Your single friends visit with Asmo a lot and the next morning you talk with them over the phone or at the table about how talented he is. He LOVES it.

- You have a weekly trip to Wail-mart for condoms and lube. They have a bag ready for you every Friday at this point. If you’re a fem!MC and forget one week, the next bag has a pregnancy test.

- You told Satan there’s a musical called ‘Cats’. You two now sing songs from the Broadway show and have gone to it several times. You don’t talk about the movie version. Satan has decided the movie doesn’t exist. His favorite cat is Rum Tum Tugger since he’s defiant to Munkustrap.

- You wanted to watch ‘Ratatouille’ with everyone. Barbatos was horrified the movie even exists and destroyed the disc in your hand. You tried to tell him and the more you tell him, the paler he gets. The movie gets put on the banned list. This also extended to ‘Secret of Nimh’ and ‘Flushed Away’.

- Between working out with Beel, pampering and fashion with Asmo, etiquette lessons with Barbatos and Lucifer, and Belphegor helping you sleep more peacefully you are healthier than you’ve ever been.

- You’ve learned a lot of magic and you and Solomon taught some of your friends. A few of them want to go to RAD for a few years. You’re working out details with Diavolo and the Celestial Realm, but Diavolo is ecstatic.

- You got Beel the 5lb gummy bears and worms. Also a few of the giant Hershey kisses. Beel hadn’t known there were snacks that big and he was so happy to find out. Though he struggled to eat the bear. It was pretty cute.

- As a gag gift you got Asmo one of those 55 gallon drums of lube. It backfired because he absolutely loved it and he took it to an orgy party with cubi later that week.

- You’ve just now sworn off singing any songs dealing with depression or dark topics. You sang ‘I was meant to be yours’ from Heathers and like with the ‘My R’ incident, house was in mass panic. Simeon was asked to counsel you again and he still was a bit confused but was glad you were OK. Solomon, however, laughed his ass off.

- You found out some of your older relatives were super uber religious and hated everyone but Simeon and Luke. And then you found out one was racist when they said something horrible about Simeon. Simeon had never heard the slur before, but once you explained the meaning, he cried. Satan nearly went to the Human Realm to teach them a lesson, but you reassured they weren’t worth it. They weren’t your family anymore. Everyone in the Devildom was. And you were cutting that relative out. You also cut the super religious ones after they insulted your demons.

- You watched ‘Shrek The Musical’ with Levi and Mammon. You’ve caught them both belting out songs from the soundtrack. You filmed both of them.

- You jammed out to ‘Like a Prayer’ and Simeon joined in. Asmo then said the song was about sex and Simeon nearly passed out. You explained that it’s actually about being so in love with God that the singer feels he’s an actual boyfriend/man in her life. You debated heavily on this while Simeon had a panic attack. It’s ‘Like a virgin’ that’s about sex.

- You bought Belphie one of those space globes that turn the room into outer space when the light goes out. He and Beel love it.

- You’ve discovered songs about the Devil promoting evil actually really hurt Diavolo’s feelings. Especially ‘When You’re Evil’. He caught you listening and he nearly cried and asked if you thought he was really like that. You had to reassure him that was not the case. Beel heard the song and was just confused why his name was confused with other people in there.

- A few relatives were concerned you decided to emigrate to actual literal Hell. Those whose opinions you ACTUALLY care about, you invited them with permission from Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end, your relatives loved your chosen family. Some of them send gifts to the Devildom just for them and each item sent is treated like a treasure by the recipient.

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lixiesfreckless · 5 months

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Burn It | l. m.

the last installment to Punch It, a fic from the PICU

➸ synopsis: The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years.

Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation, smtown, hybe, kq, everywhere, I went a bit crazy)

➸ word count: 3.6k words

➸ general content: streetracer!minho, very very dangerous street racing(do not attempt to do any of this, no matter how tempting it may be), a stupid amount of cameos, one somewhat misogynistic background character, gearhead culture

➸ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, a mild car wreck

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author's note: this is(should be) the final official installment to the picu! imagine punch it, floor it, and burn it as one continuous timeline, with the ending being this chapter. do I have a favorite? no, not after writing this chapter.

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but it's a street racing tournament for crying out loud. do yourself a favor and listen to these epic vibes.

yes, it's meant to be listened to in that order(starting from Deja Vu). shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.

♫- Deja Vu

You feel the refreshing spray of hose water on your bare back, soaking your black bikini top for the fourth time this evening.

Whipping around, you find Minho rinsing off the back of his car, free hand stuffed into his pocket as he whistles and avoids eye contact.

He’s hit with a soapy sponge, square on the back of his black shirt.

“Hey!” He ditches the hose, deciding to pause washing the vehicle in favor of chasing you around the bumper.

The Wolfgang racing club had gathered at Changbin’s house for the annual Golden-Tire-Cup-and-car-show-preparation-party, detailing and fixing cars as needed before it’s time for the race, which takes place in the California desert shortly after sundown. Members were littered across the lawn and garage, replacing rims, tightening brakes, and avoiding Minho, who had taken a liking to spraying anyone that came close to his ride.

“Yo Min, I love what you did with the brakes!” Jisung points and yells to him, twirling and fumbling a ratchet wrench as he runs into the garage, kneeling to meet Seungmin who slides out from under someone’s car on a skateboard.

“What did you do to them?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and crossing your arms.

“Oh, I painted them red to match,” he says nonchalantly, the only sign of something strange being the pink dusting his cheeks.

“Match…match what? There’s no red on your car-”

No, but your whole car is red.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you walk around the hood of the car, and Minho only looks up at you right before you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as you step back, sighing and admiring your teamwork.

The 1993 Toyota MR2 glistens in the late afternoon sun, not a single scratch or scuff mark streaking the ebony shell. Minho doesn’t think the car has been this clean since he first got the keys.

“You nervous at all?”

“Me? Nervous?” He scoffs and waves you off, and then worry creases his features as he drops the act. “...a little. We haven’t made it this far in years.”

“Yeah, but…” you say, pulling him in to wrap your arms around his half-soaked waist, “for the best racer in the city, I think it’s manageable.”

“Laying it on thick, are we?”

“Better take advantage of it while you can,” you giggle, and he rolls his eyes before leaning down.

Suddenly, a set of loud engines cut into the air as they fly around the block corner, cars rumbling and thundering as they slow down and approach Changbin’s house. A modified black vintage Mustang jerks to a stop in the driveway, and then the door flies open, a slender man with long skunk-stripe hair stepping out onto the hot pavement. A leather jacket with the word Guerillaz across the back sits draped on his shoulders as he closes the car door behind him, and other men start leaving their respective cars.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what did I miss?” The man says, tilting down his sunglasses and smirking at the two of you, still holding each other. You take the hose from Minho and aim it at him, spraying a stream of water and sending him into a fit of shrieks as he holds up his team jacket as a shield.

“Look what the scaredy cat dragged in,” Changbin taunts from the garage, before ditching his work gloves and crossing the lawn to meet the unexpected intruder.

Wooyoung catches Changbin in a hug, elated to see his old teammate after so long.

He used to be a part of the Wolfgang racing club before he moved up the coast to Sacramento– but since he couldn’t keep his hands away from the wheel, he ended up making his own club, one that ended up driving back down to team with Wolfgang to win the Kingdom Cup a year later.

They only come back down twice a year; once for the Christmas car show, and again in the summer for the Golden Tire Cup Championship.

Wooyoung lets go of him, nodding towards Minho as he takes off his sunglasses.

“Semifinals, huh?” He says, looking at him in awe. “You must have gotten a lot better since I last saw you.”

“My teacher was alright,” he sighs and shrugs, and you spray his face and walk off, leaving him dripping wet in favor of going to find Yeji.

“Now that, I did not see coming,” San whispers, dapping up Hyunjin as he approaches the latter’s Supra, now painted red to match his hair. “The last time I saw them, they hated each other.”

“Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you met your match?” Ryujin pipes up from the ground, tightening the nut on a wheel. “They both thought they were the best before Minho won Changbin’s car.”

“Minho did what?” He asks, eyes turning to saucers.

“Dude, let me tell you about what happened last summer…”

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Hall of Fame ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

Night is falling in the desert, but it’s never looked more awake.

Rows upon rows of cars line up on the dry earth, and photographers and gearheads alike gawk at the automobiles, snapping endless amounts of pictures and videos with their devices.

Further down the track a stage is set up, with some DJ working a growing crowd as they sip on whatever they can get their hands on.

You’re at the edge of the car show with Yeji, helping her ward off condescending men with boring car questions. Surely they must know that car enthusiasts don’t all have to be male.

Another one saunters up to the two of you, sizing you up with a stare that lingers just a little too long at your exposed midriff.

“And this is your car?” he asks, and in favor of keeping your team from being disqualified, you keep your arms folded tight against your chest.

“Yes, it’s-” Yeji stops you with a raised hand, looking up from inspecting her manicure and staring him dead in the eyes.

“It’s my 608 horsepower V8 engine 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder, why do you ask?” She asks sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him. He narrows his eyes and reluctantly walks away, realizing this wasn’t a fight he could win.

“Nice one,” you chuckle, right as your phone rings in your team jacket. You check the time and answer it, noting that it’s just after 8 pm before speaking.

“Hello?”

“Your boyfriend says to ‘get your ass over here’. The race is about to start,” Lia says, half drowned out by the crowd you’re sure is swarming there by now. You look at Yeji, who waves you off with a shake of her head.

“I think I can fend for myself,” she whispers, and you nod in response.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

You hear bets being made and taunts being thrown as you push your way through the crowd, making your way to the start of the track. Four cars of different makes, models, and colors sit at the starting line, with members of their respective teams standing near each one, buzzing with anticipation.

After showing the back of your jacket you get let onto the track, where at least half of your gang circles Minho, giving him some last words of advice and encouragement.

“Remember, the gas is on the right and the brakes are on the left,” Felix jokes.

“Oh oh, and your seatbelt,” Jeongin joins in, egging him on, “don’t wanna break the law, now do we?”

“Alright alright, knock it off you two,” Changbin laughs, then looks to the team’s resident mechanic.

Chan is silent for a moment, then puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder.

“You’ve got this,” he says quietly, and the team nods in agreement. “Be safe.”

You push your way into the circle, and Chan smiles at you before gesturing to everyone else.

“Let’s give them some space, yeah?” he says, and the group disperses, wishing safety and slapping Minho on the back before exiting the track.

The man of the hour turns to you as you step up to him, the shouts of the crowd fading into the background as you meet his eyes.

“How are you doing,” you whisper, flicking some sand off of his team jacket. He looks out at the crowd, drawing in a deep breath before looking down at you again.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of losing,” he admits, running a hand through his black locks. “I don’t want to let everyone down, we’ve come so far-”

“Because of you, Minho,” you interrupt, pushing a pointed finger against his chest. “We only got this far because of you. We’ll be proud no matter what trophy you take home.”

The creases in his forehead ease at your words, and you take his gloved hand into yours.

“You’re not here to be the best; we already know you are,” you remind him, smiling. “You’re here to have fun. Winning would just be a nice bonus.”

“Oh yeah? And what happens if I win?” He grins, pulling your hand a bit closer as you chuckle at his forwardness.

“I can think of a couple things-”

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE TENTH ANNUAL GOLDEN TIRE CUP SEMIFINALS!”

The voice of the announcer booms over the speakers as a tall man with a silver microphone enters the track. You quickly leave a kiss against Minho’s cheek, then lean over to his ear.

“Come back to me in one piece,” you whisper, then squeeze his hand and run off the track.

“WE HAVE QUITE THE LINEUP FOR YOU TODAY, SO LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR RACERS!”

The crowd erupts into cheers as each racer stands in front of their car, awaiting their introduction.

“FROM THE P1ECE PEDAL PUSHERS, HWANG INTAK!”

A guy with curly brown hair waves at the crowd, blowing kisses and causing several girls pushed up against the barricade to faint.

“FROM THE BLUE FLAMES, NAKAMURA KAZUHA!”

A Japanese chick with sick looking sunglasses does a small curtsy, and you scream along with the crowd, always excited to see other women excited about racing.

“FROM THE NEVER CRASHING TIRES, LEE JENO!”

A guy with snow white hair spells out his team’s acronym with his hands before waving, and you can hear his team start chanting from down the track.

“AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, FROM THE WOLFGANG, LEE MINHO!”

You and the gang howl as loud as you can as Minho turns around and points to his back, showing off the detailed wolf design on the back of his team leather jacket.

The four racers shake hands with each other before each getting into their cars, waving one last time at the crowd before shutting the doors.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Turn Back Time ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

If Minho really thinks about it, all races are the same.

The announcer had gone over the rules, and despite this not being his first race by a long shot, he assumes that anyone would have been able to guess them.

Three laps around the track.

No shortcuts.

Start at the sound of the gun.

Unlike NASCAR, foul play technically is allowed, but none of the teams that made it to the semifinals made it by playing dirty. It felt too much like cheating. That, and no one wanted to scratch their nice cars for a trophy if they didn’t have to.

Minho grips the wheel and closes his eyes as a girl wearing next to nothing struts out to the middle of the track, holding an air gun in her gloved hand.

Slowly, the sounds of the crowd roaring and his opponents cheekily revving their engines fade into the background, the world around him becoming more still as he goes to his happy place.

He opens his eyes again and he’s back, back in the passenger seat with you holding the steering wheel.

“What are you waiting for?” you say, giving him an annoyed side eye.

“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?”

“Okay, go.”

“What-”

BANG!

“Go!”

Minho breaks out of his reverie and floors it, the racers doing the same as the crowd screams in delight.

“AND THEY’RE OFF!” The announcer booms, standing in a tower on the other side of the starting line as a black haired girl next to him waves a giant checkered flag. The cars zoom forward, getting smaller and smaller as they tear down the track. A tiny drone follows them, becoming a tiny red light flashing in the distance.

Minho grins, falling into the rhythm of upshifting like it’s an old song he loves.

The P1ECE’s car takes the lead, narrowly cutting corners while NCT’s car stays hot on its trail, not letting it get a lead. The Wolfgang’s car gives them their space as Blue Flame’s car stays next to it, hugging the inside of every curve.

One lap down, and Minho is cruising in third place as the cars zip past the finish line.

“IT REALLY IS ANYONE’S GAME FOLKS…”

Silently, you say a prayer as the cars disappear from view, the crowd going insane around you and your gang.

Inside the car, Minho is having a ball, treating the desert track as his own personal time trial as he and the others burn rubber, trading places around every turn.

He lets Kazuha’s car pass him as he eases up on the gas, enough to let her gain a small lead.

“What is he doing?!” An angry man yells, gripping onto the barrier as the cars fly past the start again, signaling the final lap. You assume he has money on the line as you smirk, knowing Minho’s real strategy.

“THERE GO THE RACERS AND- HOLD UP- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO WE HAVE A DRIFT RACER?!”

The crowd becomes uncontrollable as they hear the announcer, seeing a small cloud of smoke go up from the edge of the track as Minho drifts around the first turn, not slowing down.

“That’s my boyfriend!” You point and scream, barely keeping yourself behind the barrier.

Minho spins the wheel left and right, howling inside of his car as it slides around every curve, leaving a smoky trail behind it. Threatened, the other racers speed up, attempting to widen the gap between him and them, but he’s gaining ground way too quickly.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to. He’s having too much fun.

He hardly realizes there’s only thirty seconds left between him and the GT Cup Finale.

And then, on the final turn, the unthinkable happens.

Jeno’s car pulls away as something under Kazuha’s car explodes, and then starts smoking.

Minho watches as her car drifts into Intak’s, making them both turn sideways and start to block the inside of the turn.

Heart dropping, he realizes he won’t be able to clear the turn.

“Are you not going to slow down?!” He yells, frightened at the calmness in your voice.

“Why would I do that-”

“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screams, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”

No.

“This is how you handle a turn,” Minho whispers, and then taps on the break and spins his steering wheel to the right.

Up ahead, you feel yourself going lightheaded as you see the smoke start to build, blocking the rest of the track from view. Only the neon green NCT car was visible, blazing towards the finish line.

Next to you, Hyunjin goes pale, and you grip onto his arm, more to steady yourself than to comfort him as the crowd collectively holds their breath.

And then, the crowd explodes into cheers.

“RUN ME OVER AND CALL ME DINNER- WOLFGANG MAKES IT AROUND THE FINAL TURN!”

Minho flies around the corner, tires skidding against the ground while the car drifts before he steps on the gas again, emerging from the smoke. You scream, nearly shaking Hyunjin to death as you grip onto his jacket and watch the MR2 draw near to the finish line.

The girl next to the announcer wildly waves her checkered flag as the NCT car crosses the finish line, followed two seconds later by the Wolfgang car, before they both screech to a halt.

Minho throws the door open, nearly tripping over himself as he strains to see down the other end of the track, followed by Jeno.

A hush falls over the crowd as they wait in near silence, hoping to see anything other than smoke emerging from the two cars that fell behind.

In the red haze from their tail lights, one figure emerges.

Kazuha’s thumb shoots up from her body, carried in Intak’s arms as he walks them both towards the starting line.

“THEY’RE OKAY!” The announcer cheers, nearly dropping his binoculars as the crowd joins him.

Relieved, Minho's eyes search for yours before locking on them, barely having any time to react as you sprint across the track, and subsequently crash into him. The rest of the gang hops the barrier, whooping and hollering as they celebrate their finalist.

“I knew it, I knew you could do it,” you nearly sob, clutching onto his jacket.

“You saved my life,” he shudders, holding your shoulders tightly. “I would have crashed into them if you never taught me to drift.”

You don’t hesitate; you can’t. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for the kiss he should have gotten before the race.

The crowd screams as he picks you up and spins the two of you, not caring one bit about who’s looking as he returns your embrace in earnest, smiling against your lips.

“GET A ROOM, WILL YOU?” The announcer laughs, walking up to the two of you and dragging Jeno with him. Minho chuckles and puts you down, and you catch a glimpse of the announcer’s mic, spelling Soobin in sparkly silver letters.

“EVERYONE, OUR GOLDEN TIRE CHAMPIONSHIP FINALISTS!”

Soobin takes Minho’s arm and raises it along with Jeno’s, and the crowd goes wild.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ ♫- Be Free ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

slowlee: come to the kitchen rq

You read the text and swipe away the notification, slipping the phone back into your jacket pocket.

“Glad to hear that no one got seriously injured,” the man you were talking to says, stepping back onto his motorbike. “Typically for people like us, crashes end up being way less epic.”

“Well I'm glad you haven't gotten into any,” you jest, waving to him and his crew before they roll off the driveway, their silver hexagonal logos glinting off their jackets in the moonlight.

You turn and walk back up to Changbin’s house, alive and overflowing with guests as the afterparty is in full swing.

Making your way through the crowded house, you dap up Hongjoong and a tipsy Mingi, do a shot with Chaeryeong and Yuna, and slide into the kitchen right as Minho picks up a brown bottle, instantly meeting your gaze.

“EVERYONE!” Minho yells, pouring a shot of whiskey into his cup before pulling you to his side. You try and fail to keep a grin from landing on your face.

“I’d like to make a toast,” he announces, surveying the room of members and supporters turning to face him and grinning. “To this team, for making it to the finals after four years!”

Whoops and whistles fly around the room.

“To Changbin, for helping me keep his old car in top condition so I don’t die on the road!”

A crazy sounding laugh comes from the man holding baby Chun Ja, complete with a mini racer jacket and red binkie.

“And to the rightful owner of his car,” he lowers his voice, face softening as he looks down at you.

“Minho,” you whisper, eyes widening as you stare up at him in shock.

“I want them to know,” he whispers back, hand squeezing your waist.

“For beating my ass by seven seconds in our duel last year,” he continues, and you watch as several members around the room blink and look at each other in confusion. Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up simultaneously, and your best friend’s eyes meet yours, equally shocked. “And teaching me that there’s no point in being the best, if you’re not having fun with it.”

The room erupts into cheers as Minho raises his solo cup, and everyone follows suit, cups rising all around the kitchen. “Next stop, the Golden Tire Cup Finals!”

“Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Wooyoung laughs, before everyone throws their shots back.

As the party quickly resumes, you’re swarmed by some of the girls in the gang, bombarded with questions about the legendary duel that decided the fate of the club’s leader. Amongst the chaos, you lock eyes with Minho, who’s getting slapped on the back by Hyunjin while some other members tease him.

He mouths three words to you, and you swear you feel your whole soul light on fire.

You giggle, flaming red as you mouth them back.

I love you too.

After all, you should have known that after acquiring your heart, there’s only one thing he could do.

Burn it.

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Burn It

a lixiesfreckles_ production

cast(in order of appearance)

Lee Minho as the finalist

Han Jisung as the baby mechanic

Kim Seungmin as the only one working

Jung Wooyoung as the old teammate

Seo Changbin as the host

Choi San as the one that's figuratively late to the party

Hwang Hyunjin as the drama

Shin Ryujin as the pit crew

Hwang Yeji as the one who knows her shit

Lia as the messenger

Lee Felix as thing 1

Yang Jeongin as thing 2

Bang Chan as the experienced mechanic

Choi Soobin as the mc

Hwang Intak as the heartthrob hero

Nakamura Kazuha as the victim

Lee Jeno as the neo one

Kim Hongjoong as the designated driver

Song Mingi as the passenger princess

Lee Chaeryeong as party girl 1

Shin Yuna as party girl 2

dedicated to everyone who read Punch It and demanded a book afterwards. it's never gonna happen, but the flattery stayed with me.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #skz #picu #lee know fanfic #lee minho fic #lee know #lee minho #lee minho fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids ff #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #Spotify

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milliemuus · 3 months

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Possible future stuff (just a snippet ;) ):

Dokutaro: ‘No…no! Impossible! How is my power core destroyed?!’

Kieran: Wait, his colour’s weird, this means, maybe we have a chance now? If so, then…

Ogerpon: *angrily growls while bringing out her cudgel*

Kieran: *puts his hand, blocking Ogerpon* *with rage* No,I’ll take care of this.

*Grabs Dokutaro’s neck while the True Finale starts*

Kieran:

Who are you… To think that could prevail? For all the sins you’ve done, You'll fall on your face and FAIL!!!! Now then! And In The Final hour our HOPE STILL SHINES!! BLINDING THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS… IN THE FINAL… FIGHT!!

AND THERE’S NO WAY THAT YOU’LL EVER BEAT US!!! YES, WE’RE STILL IN OUR PRIME! YOUR OWN END IS NIGH, IT’S TIME WE FLY HIGH!!

You’ll never harm anyone again Like the runt you were, You may have possessed me and and made me harm my family! But when YOU harm my friends?! You're asking for a Kieran smacking! One single KO punch, Will send you sorry runt a-packing!

*Finally, in a fit of rage, Kieran mustered up all his strength, and punched Dokutaro, sending him flying in the air. Finally the second attack is over, but it truly was a Grand Finale*

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(v) PV! Pecharunt: And that’s how I got my ass handed by my Kieran.

@tealmaskmybeloved Pecharunt: *grimaced* sheesh, I hope you’re alright.

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Now you’re making me feel that I got off easy…

Azure Dive Pecharunt: *curious* Really? What happened?

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Well, let’s just say my Kieran was AN ABSOLUTE SIMP, somehow, his simping was able to shrug off my possession for a short while, but it’s really tiring, ugh, I’m SO TIRED…*internally screaming*

Azure Dive Pecharunt: ohhhh, that sounds really annoying to deal with.

(so, ANOTHER IDEA, AND A SNIPPET OF THE PECHAS. So, you said most of your stuff is inspired by BIS, so another lyrical stuff by Juno Songs (credits to him) for Kieran in the Key Change segment. Also, I changed a few things to fit the context)

(and this could be a sequel’s ending since, the final battle is sort of discussed already)

(so maybe?)

(Also, opportunity for the Pechas to interact :), also if S&S Dipplins Pecharunt confusing you, you can go to @dipplinduo and see the asks, he’s the author of the fanfic)

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I'M FINALLY GETTING TO ANSWER BUT I RLLY NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG! I'VE BEEN Listening to the actual BIS soundtrack, and smth funny I've been thinkin abt is a mario-rpg style thing of Project Venus.

So, you know how in BIS the music changes depending on whether you are bowser or the brothers? Esp inside bowser? I wanna make themes based off the inside bowser themes for Kitakami, BB Academy, Area Zero, etc for PV!Kieran, since his POV is technically warped. Like when we first meet him, it's obvs gonna be normal, but it slowly but surely settles in as time goes on because I wanna say there's a side episode of him training (Like Bowser Jrs Journey was a side episode)

I'd love for everyone's Pechas to interact! I'm a bit intimidated even tho I'm mutuals with both dipplinduo (I believe) and I am definitely mutuals with tealmaskmybeloved!

However, I don't think I've heard much abt Azure Dive, but I hella love the name 👀

I wanna find out more abt them, though! I don't see them on my tl much and I get busy, but I'd love if you told me a buncha stuff, if you'd like to! You're definitely not obligated to, by any means!

Also, I'm very sure that PV!Pecha wpuld get the walloping if a lifetime for sure! Maybe not just by Kieran himself, but by Kieran's ancestor, too 😭

In fact, I think that's what I want PVs Mochi Mayhem to be about! Uncovering Pecharunt and Kieran and Carmine's ancestry with Eustace (The Mask Maker) and the sealed curse that Pecharunt has him under! Ooooghh, givin me so many ideas...

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 7 months

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Saw you did some hc’s for edging and overstimulation! If you don’t mind, could I request maybe the m6 edging/overstimulating the MC too? Ty!

Late edit: " Write as spicy as you want, and I mainly like Julian and Asra! "

Of course you can ask! So, here's something more specific about the MC being edged/overstimulated :)

Silly post decided to be published before it was ready (nope: I accidentally put it on programmed instead of drafts. I do this to be sure to never delete a request by mistake). I'm writing them right now! So sorry for the inconvenience ^^"

Overstimulation and Edging Vol.2

♤♤♤

Tw: domination, crying, public, group

Considering how Julian is a big fan of quickies, for you being edged is a daily occurrence. He takes every occasion he can get with you, and between him being pretty quick and having so little time, you often get so close to coming without actually having an orgasm. Julian's shoulders and neck are covered in small half moons where you planted your nails into his skin out of frustration each time you felt him sliding out of you before you could have your release. You hate and love when, out in public, he kisses lightly your fingers telling you "Later, my love... later", acting as he didn't just came inside you minutes before, leaving you unsatisfied.

It's a game between you two, and he expecially loves how rough you become at night when he's had fun with you the whole day without giving you the time to come. Those nights you fall asleep on his drained and bruised chest, with him caressing your head in pure, exhausted bliss.

Asra loves to mess with you. Sometimes, when you're making love, he suddenly stops and gets up as you're about to come, and announces in that soft and kind voice of his that you don't deserve to come since you haven't been a good enough apprentice that day. The contrast between his tone and his words leaves you always speechless. But it doesn't end there: he will tease you again and again, touching and kissing you to bring you again on the verge of the orgasm, and then leaving you again. Every time you beg him to let you come, he smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your strained face. He has a box of marbles, and he moves one into his pocket each time you beg him for an orgasm.

It's often late at night when you're woken up by his light kisses on your back and neck and caresses all over your body. Without a single word he's inside you, having you moaning with pleasure, touching you until you come in an explosion of pleasure. It's only at that point that you realize he put a certain number of marbles in you hand, just as he removes one... before going back to kiss you, touch you, stretch you, ignoring your complaining of being too sensible. You begged him so many times to let you come, before... now, he'll listen to each and every pray.

Nadia loves to overstimulate you. Her lingering touch is a sweet torture on you, and so you wriggle and twist in the bed as she pacefully reads a book, with one of her steady hands firmly placed between your legs.

Edging you it's more a mental thing, though. She keeps flirting with you when you're not alone, and her hand casually ends up on your inner thight under the table. It drives you crazy and leaves you wanting for more and ready to burst.

She loves when you're in the carriage together. She jokes that it's one of the only times when she enjoys to knee in front of someone. With your clothes pulled up and her head between you legs, she gets you to almost came... casually, right before you have to get down the carriage.

Lucio loves having you begging and crying into his bed. Some days he wakes up rather demanding, and he wants to see you come again and again, as if he wants your moans to be his soundtrack for the day. He starts fucking you himself, and when he gets tired of fucking you he has someone doing it for him as he watches and listens. Sometimes he has you and your partner in the next rooms, and solves his duties as he listens at your desperate orgasms on the other side of the wall. When you meet him again at night, you're exhausted and sensible... the count thinks that is a great time to have you come again with him inside you before going to sleep.

Other days, he wants to be selfish. He fucks you as he pleases, without touching you or bothering to make you come. It's frustrating, but you love it. He literally wants you to get off the bed and on your knees, begging him for one little orgasm... he's a magnanimous lord and grants your wishes, but not before taking advantage of your such inviting position.

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megumi-fm · 2 months

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this week fortnight on megumi.fm ▸ the last leg

is that a pun referring to my aching ankle? yes. is resting at home for another week gonna ruin my mental health? yes. but am I exaggerating and throwing a tantrum for something that's probably not a big deal? also yes.

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship // progress tracker ↳ biopython model replication ✅ ↳ code for obtaining single fasta from overlapping sequences ✅ ↳ running HMMer and superfamily script✅ ↳ output analysis 🔁 ↳ literature review on transport proteins 🔁 ↳ transport protein family analysis 🔁 🎓 Uni ↳ our paper is finally out! there's a doi and everything now <3 it's not open access though :/// I might do some totally legal things to ensure more people can read it ↳ collected the hardcopy of my LOR ↳ collected my gradecard ↳ visited my advisor and updated her on stuff 🩺Radiomics Project ↳ radiomic features finalized✅ ↳ data cleanup 🔁

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [14/14] 💧 good water intake [14/14] 👟 exercise [/14] just basic stuff to maintain ankle mobility

Fun Stuff this week

💗i went to uni to watch one of my friends present something to the juniors! then I spent the afternoon chatting with my guide and later on went window shopping with my best friends (in retrospect i should not have done this because my ankle got infinitely worse the next day and now I'm stuck resting at home for an additional two weeks) 🎮playing undertale with @muakrrr 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Perfect Propose, Doctor Slump, Flex X Cop 📺 binged: Blueming, Roommates of Poongduck 304 📹 Started watching Going Seventeen // so I've been listening to SVT for a while now and I did watch their Don't Lie II eps like two years ago but I never really checked anything else... however, considering that I'm stuck at home and that @zzzzzestforlife (who has impeccable taste) has mentioned it often on their posts, I decided to check out GoSe properly and. wow. I started with their mystery episodes [fav scenes under cut] and now I'm watching GoSe2020 in chronological order and !!!!!! The concepts, the storylines, the acting, the humour, the editing, even the subtitles are all so so good. I've been watching this show for two weeks now and I am now officially a cubic <3

📻 This week's soundtrack

Wk1: The Best of ATEEZ // I've been real obsessed since their 2024 world tour clips started showing up on social media; I was a casual enjoyer up to this point and then I went and checked them out and it's all so dystopian and immersive. My favourites would be Intro: Long Journey (which makes me feel like I'm in Pirates of the Caribbean), the Symphony version of Wonderland (for its musicality and Jungho hitting those notes), MATZ (that is insane in it's the visual storytelling in the MV) and Wake Up (whose performance choreo ended me) Wk2: The Best of BTS // in an attempt to revive a project I abandoned a year ago, I spent wayy too much time curating this playlist to get the most satisfying BTS transitions ever and I can confidently say that I'm nowhere close to my goal T-T but I kind of like the way it is now so I am simply going to give up

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[Feb 12 to Feb 25 ; week 7+8/52 || this was not supposed to be one post but then... idk what happened... I feel very dull lately because of my ankle and just when I thought it was getting better it's become painful again... my friends and parents keep chastising me (and fairly so) for trying to move around even before I fully heal but patience has never been my strong suit. sitting still is really the biggest punishment for a hyperactive ADHD kid like me... i'm sure plenty others have it worse but... yeah... GoSe really carrying my mental health right now ]

my fav GoSe scenes

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cellythefloshie · 9 months

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;; Fine Line Chapter Four of Alone With You Dedicated to @miracleonice87

Table of Contents Chapter Three «« 🏙️ »» Chapter Five

Summary: Estelle and Mat deal with the complicated aftershock of their hookup. Meanwhile, Anthony and Dani address the tension between them that had been building longer than either of them realized. Kinks & TW: brother's best friend, anywhere but the bed sex, nipple piercings, marking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie Word Count: 5161

New York.

It had been 14 days since Anthony and the Vancouver Canucks had visited New York and walked away with a victory - and in those two weeks since her brother had left them for the last time until the end of the season, Estelle and Mat hadn’t spoken a single word to one another. Their one night together had led to an awkwardness Estelle couldn’t quite identify. Their lives became soundtracked by nothing more than the opening and closing of bedroom doors, and they each had isolated themselves in their respective spaces - Estelle patiently waiting for his next road trip for maybe then she would have the courage to pack her bag and go home.

She had been in the middle of doing so with the intention of leaving nothing more than a note for Mat when her plans had changed in a fraction of a second. She had been listening to the Boston vs Islanders game while packing her bag. It was then Estelle heard the call that Mat was injured, and she had made it to the TV screen just in time to watch the replay. Her heart sunk low in her chest as she watched him take a seemingly innocent hit into the boards before trying to make a play - but his skating was limited. He was hurt, though you wouldn’t have guessed it from the expression on his face.

Estelle had watched enough hockey to know that even clean hits could end in injury, and before they had announced he would not be returning to the game, she was unpacking her bag and returning to her bedroom.

From the moment he had returned home, put on the team’s injured reserve for the foreseeable future, it had been just the two of them in the apartment. They merely coexisted, with Estelle making sure he had something to eat at meal times and Mat cleaning up after himself. It was a peaceful balance fueled by only the words that needed to be said instead of what should have been said.

Estelle should have told him why she had left him alone that night. She should have told him that she craved for it to be more than just one desperate night. That she craved his hands on her body - that his touch still lingered on her skin in a ghost of a touch, like an invisible burn on her skin. It was eating her alive, seeing him there and being so desperate for him that she kept herself hidden away - combating her lack of self-control and the insistent voice in her mind that told her wanting him was wrong. He must have thought so too, or maybe it had been exactly what she had concluded it would be, a one-night stand with her brother’s best friend.

Keeping her head down, Estelle worked on throwing together a snack in the kitchen. She hid behind her face framing bangs, an oversized sweatshirt and left open cupboard doors as if Mat couldn’t hear her from where he was watching tv in the living room. It was naive of her to think she would go unnoticed, that Mat would uphold the silence that had plagued them for 14 days - but then he spoke, his voice sending her jumping in place as she stood in the kitchen, “Do you regret it?”

Estelle let her gaze rise from the counter, from the empty plate that was still waiting to be filled, and she looked to Mat who hadn’t even turned in place to look at her.

“What?”

“Do you regret sleeping with me?”His words were so blunt it left her holding her breath as she took a careful stride towards the couch. Estelle’s lips parted to speak, but Mat wasn’t done, “because I can’t stop fucking thinking about it-”

“I don’t,” Estelle blurted out, her words cutting Mat off. The moment he had heard her, his neck snapped back, completely forgetting the television and giving her his full and undivided attention.

“Then why did you leave the bed in the middle of the night?” His question stung, even if he had every right to ask it.

It earned the meek shrug of her shoulders, her gaze dropping to the floor as she muttered, “I don’t know, it seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Come here?” Mat requested, his voice soft, and she didn’t hesitate. She rounded the side of the couch and settled into her place on the couch. The space between them, a singular couch cushion, had once been reserved for Anthony, but Mat was leaning in through the vacancy, his arm reaching out to drape around her shoulders. He drew her in, her slender body meeting his muscular. It sent a shudder down her spine. There was something about his touch that both calmed and excited her. His warmth painted a smile across her features as she looked at him only to find him looking back. Leaning in, Estelle was met by his kiss and the breath of his words.

“You don’t have to avoid me, Star,” he mumbled, his face pressed into her hair, “I don’t regret it either, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.”

Estelle couldn’t hold back her chuckle as it crept up her throat, “You going to buy me dinner first, at least?”

And Mat smirked, his eyes falling back on the television as he nodded, “Yeah, I can do that-”

Vancouver.

There was nothing like coming home after a long road trip, but Anthony had yet to find a place to call his own. His home was still the apartment he shared with Mat back in New York City, though Dani’s apartment was beginning to feel more like home with each passing day. He looked forward to returning to the apartment after practice and after his games and was always welcomed back with a smirk and encouragement, win or lose. Her hospitality alone was the reason Anthony had given up on finding his own place - and she didn’t seem to mind. He was out of her hair more often than not, and Anthony made sure to pull his weight when he had the time to do so. Which included doing the laundry on the one day off she had between his trip to St Louis and their home game against Boston.

With his laundry basket tucked between his legs, Anthony pulled the warm laundry from the dryer. The heat radiated up his arms and against his chest as each article fell into the basket, he would fold them once he returned to his room, but first, his hand slid around the inside of the dryer feeling for any stray sock that may have been left behind. He ran his hand around each baffle and dipped it down behind the lint trap where his hand met a thin and flimsy piece of fabric. His face was overwhelmed with confusion as he took hold of it and pulled out a pair of white panties that were not his.

Holding them up, his bright eyes admired the lace for a moment before he balled up the fabric in his fist. He could feel the heat spread across his cheeks, which were undoubtedly red after finding Dani’s panties. After seeing them, there was no unseeing them, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Anthony couldn’t stop himself from creating the image of her wearing them in his mind - and it sent him recoiling up into a standing position. He needed to get rid of them before he let his mind fall any further.

Abandoning his basket on the floor, Anthony wandered down the hallways and to Dani’s door. He could hear nothing but the subtle music that played in her room. Anthony hesitated there for a moment, hoping the redness in his face had faded, then he finally let his hand raise to knock against the door.

“Fuck,” was the only word that greeted him, and it was followed by the rush of Dani’s rushed footsteps.

When the door opened, Anthony had almost completely forgotten why he found himself at the door of her room. Dani greeted him with a smile, but his eyes failed to focus there. Instead, his eyes had travelled down over her body, taking in the sight of the oversized Fleetwood Mac band t-shirt that hung off her frame - keeping only her curves from him as she wore nothing on her lights. She could have taken the time to put on anything, yet she stood there too confidently, so shamelessly that it left him near choking on his words.

“I think you left these in the dryer,” Anthony breathed. His hand opened just enough to let the white lace fall, her panties pinched by only his thumb and forefinger as they dangled in front of her.

He had thought she would be embarrassed. That she would snatch the panties away and retreat, but instead, she only laughed, her fingers brushing against his as she reached out to take them from his hold - and Anthony couldn’t help but notice how her shirt rose and fell at the reach of her arm.

“Thanks,” Dani smiled, holding his stare as he struggled to keep his eyes fixated on her face and her face alone, “are you putting another load in?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his voice breaking, and he repeated himself, “Yeah, just a small one. Do you need to throw anything in?”

“I have a few things,” she told him and backed up from the door to move for her laundry basket on the other side of the room.

Anthony averted his gaze, his eyes rising to look at the ceiling, but there was no ignoring what he had already seen. Dani had retreated to her laundry basket and bent right over, giving him a view of her ass and the panties that left far too much skin on display for him to enjoy. Only did he look down from the bright light at the center of the ceiling, his vision obstructed by the orbs of light as they tried to adjust back to looking down at Dani. He accepted each article as she handed it to him, and when her arms were empty, he began to take a step back, but the touch of Dani’s hand held him in place.

“Wait, these too,” Dani told him, and her hand fell from her careful hold on his forearm.

There was nothing left in her arms, drawing a perplexed look to Anthony’s features. That same look dissolved into awe as her hands slipped beneath the oversized fabric of her shirt and hooked onto the panties that were concealed by mere inches of fabric. Bright eyes travelled with her panties down the length of her legs, and he watched as she stepped out of them before placing them in the palm of his hand. He could feel his face heat up again, his features undoubtedly redder now as his fingers wrapped around the fabric that was still warm from the embrace of the most intimate parts of her body.

Sweating suddenly, he gripped her panties tight in his hand and stood in the doorway for a moment. His mind and his body did not know how to function under the shock of watching her peel her panties from her body. Anthony’s mouth was agape, his eyes searching for anything to look at but her before he stumbled back and began his quick walk back to the laundry room. His mind was racing as quickly as his heart, trying to comprehend why she would do such a thing before dismissing every conclusion that would suggest she was trying to seduce him - because why would she? She was Mat’s sister, and they had known each other for years. Sure, she had always been friendly with him - maybe even a little bit flirtatious too - but that line was drawn. He couldn’t have her, even if he wanted her, it was something he had accepted a long time ago.

Anthony had practiced his restraint for years - through dinners in Vancouver with her family when the Islanders had been in town and through the many family vacations he had the luxury of being invited to - but now, after living with her and her alone for as long as he had Anthony was losing his resolve. He failed to forget how sexy she was when she danced - and how sure he was that she had wanted to dance with him. He could still feel the kiss of her lips against the corner of his mouth when she had said goodbye to him before his road trip that sent him back to New York. There was no forcing the image of her undressing in front of him from his mind. It all left him clutching her panties tighter as he unloaded every other article into the wash.

The tighter he clutched them, the faster her warmth was replaced with his - but it hadn’t fully removed the traces of her from them. Opening his hand, Anthony let out a low groan at the sight. He thought he had felt that right, and his eyes only confirmed his suspicions. The wrinkled fabric expanded in his hand, the subtle glisten of Dani’s arousal soaked into the crotch of her panties. Stroking a thumb through it, he could feel her slick, his chest struggling to take a mere breath as he realized what he had interrupted in her room.

The music had been on to reduce any chance there was that he would hear her as - he could only assume - Dani pleasured herself. The thought left him cursing under his breath, his head lulling back on his shoulders as his cock stiffened - the outline of his own arousal all too clear in his grey sweatpants. He would need to clear his head before he even thought about going back to his room to take care of it, but he wasn’t given the opportunity.

“I can’t tell if you’re just too nice or not interested,” Dani’s voice left his heartbeat loud in his ears.

She stood in the doorway to the bathroom that doubled as their laundry room with her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned up against the door frame. Dani had made no effort to get dressed since he had left her in her room, the t-shirt still hanging off her frame - and from the angle, he had of her from where he crouched on the floor, he could see that Dani had made no effort to put on another pair of panties. While the shadow of her t-shirt kept him from seeing everything, Anthony had seen all that he needed to cast every rational thought his brain could fathom aside - he had seen enough to act on his only desire that had done nothing but tempt him since his arrival in Vancouver. He wanted Dani, and now he was going to have her.

Anthony stood up from his place on the floor slowly, making no effort to hide the thick outline of his cock in his sweatpants. There was no being modest now, not with what they both wanted so evidently clear. He took each stride with confidence as he moved to meet her at the bathroom door, trapping her between his body and the doorframe. Their eyes locked, the air silent between them as he leaned in. Anthony took hold of her face in both hands, tilting her head just enough to welcome the kiss on his lips.

He had intended it to be a slow and cautious kiss, but Dani had other intentions. Dani had leaned in to meet him, her hands reaching up to link at the base of his neck to keep him from pulling away. He could feel her fingers dragged over the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, creeping up on the wisps of hair at its nape that threatened to curl. Any caution and caring he had hoped to carry was lost, his thumbs on each side of her chin to draw her mouth open - and she indulged him, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to get a good taste of her.

Dani was intoxicatingly sweet, and getting one taste of her wasn’t enough. Kissing her wasn’t enough, nor was letting his hands leave her face to explore the curves of her body beneath her baggy t-shirt. Anthony wanted more of her, all of her.

His hands found the curve of her waist and gripped it firmly as he lifted her from the floor. Her short legs sound around his middle, her body clinging to him and earning a groan from his lips as he carried her from the doorway and back towards the bathroom counter. With a single hand supporting her bare ass, Anthony reached out with the other and freed the counter of anything that may have gotten in his way with a sweeping motion. Bottles fell into the sink and toothbrushes to the floor only for his feet to kick them as he placed her down just right. He seated her on the edge of the counter, his hands pushing up her shirt so it pooled around her waist. It left her legs bare for him to stroke down the outside of her thigh before a single hand travelled over to the heat between her legs. Two fingers were greeted by the wet warmth of her arousal as his touch travelled from clit to core, a heavy breath consuming him as he spoke out, “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Anthony drew back just enough for his bright eyes to meet the amber hue of her stare. Her full lips, swollen from his kiss, were left parted by her uneven breath at his question, the corners of her faint smile wavering at his words before she could find the words on the tip of her tongue.

“Lately?” Her question was paired with a troublemaker’s grin, “You, Tito-” Anthony watched her face melt into pleasure before him as he eased two fingers into her cunt, her final word mixed with a soft sigh, “You.”

“How long?” Anthony leaned in, his words a low growl in her ear as he eased his fingers in knuckle deep - feeling every bit of her warmth and arousal around him. She had been ready for him long before she had come to the bathroom door, but Anthony wanted to toy with her.

Dani was silent for a moment, her petite body leaning back against the glass mirror as she refused to meet his gaze. Anthony watched as her tongue dragged over her lip, her eyes shutting for a long moment as she tried to avoid the question he had just asked her.

Anthony could only smile. Dani was never one to be shy - always confident and demanding the attention of anyone who happened to be captivated by her - and she was at a loss for words for him. Leaning in close to her lips, just close enough to leave her thinking he was going in for another kiss, Anthony slid a third finger into her core and asked again, “How long, Dani?”

Her lips parted in an inaudible gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as Anthony could feel the walls of her core stretching around him. It rendered her silent, unable to answer her until the surge of pleasure had run its course. Then she managed her weak words, “A while.”

“A while?” Anthony curled his fingers, earning another sharp inhale from her lips. He watched as she nodded rapidly, her hair falling into her face as she angled her hips as if she could take any more of him.

“Since I got here?” he pried.

Dani hesitated with her answer again, but this time Anthony didn’t challenge her with the stroke of his fingers or the teasing of her clit, instead he withdrew each of his fingers from her core and licked them clean. While he didn’t lay a finger on her, tasting her sweetness on his tongue seemed to have the very same effect on her. Anthony watched as Dani reeled on the counter, her chest rising and falling in a heavy breath as she bit down on her lower lip with a whine.

“Since that trip,” Dani muttered to him, her hands leaving the edge of the counter to draw him in, “to the Maldives.”

Anthony groaned at the tug of her hands pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. The trip to the Maldives had been the summer of 2019, “Dani,” Anthony hummed as her hands reached down and began to tug down the waist of his sweatpants, “that was four years ago.”

It had been the first trip he had taken with Mat’s whole family - and it was the first time he had really gotten to know Dani. She had an everlasting effect on him - from her beauty to her confidence and charisma, it had always been something he had done his best to ignore - but he had an effect on her too he had just never known to what extent, until now.

“Yeah, and?” Dani countered, her head cocked to the side as her hand continued to tug at his sweatpants.

Holding his breath, Anthony held her gaze and tried to ignore the graze of the fabric down over the strength of his legs, and as it teased the stiffness of his cock - but it only coaxed a groan from him. One that had him leaning his head back on his shoulders as the cool air of the bathroom kissed his cock as it sprung free from his pants and into the warm embrace of her palm.

“And,” Anthony hissed out through his teeth, his hips easing forward into her touch as she stroke him, her delicate touch almost teasing as she drew him in. Each stroke had Anthony inching forward, the head of his cock dragging up the inside of her thigh and becoming so close to her core that he could feel with heat that radiated from her. “That’s a long time to be kept waiting.”

Leaning in, Anthony placed both hands down on the tops of her thighs, his hockey-worn touch dragging over the supple flesh and opening up her legs just a little wider. Then, one hand dropped between them, his hand taking his cock from her hold carefully. He didn’t replicate her careful stroke that left his cock throbbing and desperate for her cunt. Instead, he guided himself to the slick between her legs and dragged the tip of his cock up and down the length of her need. “So I won’t make you wait any longer.” His face was inches from hers as she looked up, the graze of her lips felt against her own as she pleaded with him, “Oh, please don’t-” Her gasp was desperate and broken by the gentle pressure of his cock as he guided it into her core - and her heat welcomed her with its embrace. So slick and warm around him that Anthony struggled to maintain his composure. Every inch that she took his cock with such ease, his brain was left in a heavy haze of desperation. It left Anthony reaching around her petite body and gripping at the sweet swell of her ass to anchor himself to her as he began the steady rhythm of his thrusts - but there was no ridding himself of that desperation, that hunger for more of her. Not the kiss he placed on her lips that intoxicated his tongue with the taste of her. Not the repetitive, stinging impact of his thighs impacting the counter as he fucked her. It all left him wanting more and more of what her body had to offer him.

His mouth took assault down her neck, a low groan of his moan muffled against her skin as the freedom of her lips from his own sent the sweet moans of her pleasure into the air. Hearing them, feeling the heat of those moans against the shell of his ear was nearly enough to send Anthony to the peak of his pleasure, his hands near trembling against her flesh as his head spun with the thought, the affirmation, that he was the one pulling those sounds from her lips - and he wanted to hear more of it.

Hoisting her up from the counter, his fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass and thighs, Anthony intended to take her to her bedroom but he didn’t make it far. Instead, he stumbled over his sweatpants that hadn’t made it down any further than the middle of his thighs - the grey fabric bunched just below his balls and dampened with Dani’s arousal as it dripped down his cock with every thrust - and made it no further than the hallway before he was laying Dani out on the floor.

The carpet that ran down the length of the hallways wrinkled beneath their bodies as Anothony picked Dani up by the hips just enough to angle them just right for him. There was no holding back from him now, his hands gripping her firmly to keep her from sliding across the carpet and away from her. Each thrust was quick and inconsistent as his movements became brash. Each thrust sent her shirt up a little higher on her frame as he constantly had to adjust her palace on the carpet - working its way up until her breasts were free. He watched as each swell bounced, the glimmer of the piercing on each nipple leaving him cursing and abandoning his every desire to fuck her until he came. Now, he just wanted to feel the piercings against his tongue.

Dropping her hips, Anthony leaned in, his mouth encompassing a single nipple and letting the flat of his tongue stroke over her. He felt the end of one piercing, her pert nipple, and then the other end of the piercing against his tongue. It coaxed a soft found from his lips as Anthony’s mouth jumped over to her other breast, repeating the same stroke of his tongue before indulging himself with the careful sucking on her breast. He had thought about doing this since he spotted her piercings for the first time back at the airport, and Anthony enjoyed every second of it. He relished the feeling of her soft flesh in his mouth, leaving those delicate red swells behind that would fade into shades of red, blue and purple before they would fade in time.

His mouth would continue its assault on her soft flesh, even as she began to push up off the floor. Dani moved slowly, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to fight back a whine as she guided him up. Anthony moved with her, his arms encasing her in the strength of their hold as he welcomed her into his lap after a few slow, calculated movements that had left him slipping from her core only once. When her warmth surrounded him again, his face buried between her breasts, and her hands gripped his shoulder tight for any support she could find - but it wouldn’t be enough as she rode him.

Anthony could feel her hands as they travelled. Moving from his shoulders were her manicured fingers dug into the meaty flesh up into the curl of his hair. She would tug at his strands, drawing a sigh from his lips before Dani would reach out and press her palm firmly against the wall - the final leverage she needed as his hands gripped her hips and guided her up and down his cock with such cadence that the pleasure began to consume her. He could feel it tremor through her body, her legs quivering against his thighs and her core flexing around his cock.

Each squeezing embrace left Anthony cursing and sent his head tilting back to look up at the calm pleasure on her features. A single hand reached up, pushing her blonde hair back from her face before Anthony was leaning into Dani, his groans and mumbles of pleasure washing over her skin with his every hot breath as he kissed down the angle of her jaw and down to her throat where one final, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss was interrupted by a ghost of a moan that was pair with his own release as he finished with his cock buried deep in her cunt, flooding her core and leaving him oozing from her and down his cock when she couldn’t take any more of him.

It was then, feeling the mess that the two of them created dropping down the thick vein of his cock that he thought regret would hit him. That the magnitude of what had just happened would come crashing down on him with such a weight he wouldn’t be able to breathe - but that feeling never came. There was only calm as his hands stroked back her hair and over the angles of her body, his bright eyes raising from her throat to the heavy-lidded stare of her eyes. Anthony could only stare back, his lips pulling back in a too-wide grin, and Dani was quick to match with a smirk of her own. Whatever he was waiting for to tell him that he had made some kind of mistake didn’t come. Instead, Anthony only found reassurance.

“You have practice in the morning?” Dani spoke to him, her words slow as a single hand came to run down the strength of his chest.

Anthony could only nod, her touch still so foreign and exhilarating against his skin.

“I can take care of the rest of the laundry while you’re out, and when you get back, maybe we can grab brunch? There’s this place-”

“You don’t have to convince me, Dani,” Anthony breathed, leaning in again to drag a simple kiss across the angle of her collarbone, “It’s a date.”

“Oh, yeah, cool,” Dani stumbled over her words as if she wasn’t expecting such an answer from him.

“Dani,” Anthony sighed, “I’m not one of those guys who’s just going to fuck a girl leave. Especially when-” he cut himself off. Unable to say it out loud just yet.

“I know, you’ve always been a good guy, Tito,” Dani sighed, her head cocked to the side slightly as she eased herself from his cock. She used his shoulder to steady herself on her weak legs before pointing a thumb back toward the bedroom, “Which is also why you’re going to sleep in my room tonight?”

Anthony let out a low laugh as he fixed his damp sweatpants around his waist, “yeah, that’s right. He assured her as he pushed up from the floor, “but only on one condition: you have to tell me how long it’s been since you got those piercings done-”

#anthony beauvillier #mat barzal #nhl fanfiction #fanfic #nhl rpf #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey rpf #hockey smut #nhl smut #summer fic exchange 2k23 #the summer fic exchange 2k23 #;; alone with you

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2013/1/16 Interview with Kaoru by Tatsuro (MUCC) on Tokyo FM (JACK IN THE RADIO)

Highlights

T: The coupling track (of Rinkaku) is so heavy! Its been 15 years since you first recorded Kiri to Mayu, right?

K: Yeh, I cant believe I've been in this band so long.

T: That was just around the time MUCC started. Its awsome when I think about it.

K: It was one of the first songs we wrote after we formed. We rented this kind of container in a warehouse, you know the type usually packed onto ships? And we all logded in there together for a week, and wrote some original songs of our own.

T: So at the very start you only had a handful of songs as Dir en grey? Where did Kiri to Mayu fall in the order of songs? What was the very first song you wrote?

K: The first ones were Aoi Tsuki, and Karma. And then Kiri to Mayu came a few songs later.

T: Do you play it live?

K: ...No

T: Hahaha

K: When we decided to re-do it, I listened to it for the first time in ages, and listening to the end was actually embarrassing.

T: What, because of the arrangement or something?

K: Because of everything!

......

T: So, the other song on the release is the Remix version of Rinkaku. This remix is by Yamaoka Akira, who created the soundtrack for the horror game Silent Hill. Why did you ask him to do it?

K: Well, we've known him for a while, and when we started thinking about including a remix, we wanted to find someone to do it who you wouldn't normally associate with this type of thing. So we thought of him, and when we asked him, he agreed.

T: Where did you meet him?

K: Well, like connections through work, he came to our lives and stuff.

T: Do you guys play video games?

K: Yeah, well...not much recently, but yeah.

T: What kind of games do you like?

K: RPGs I guess.

T: Like Dragon Quest?

K: Yeah.

T: Dir en grey plays Dragon Quest! Haha. Do you decide on the main character's name at the start?

K: Yeah, Kaoru.

T: Haha, you call it Kaoru?? Dir en grey uses Kaoru to destoy the Demon King in Dragon Quest?! How cute is that??

.....

T: So later we will take some photos using Dir en grey's new single Rinkaku as inspiration. The theme will be 'Contoured Poses'. Ahh, this is tough. Should I do something? hahaha. Check out our mobile site if you wanna see.

And next is Radio Dragon with presenter Kanno Yui taking about image, and whether people like clean cut types. I wonder what kind of look she likes on a man. Kaoru, can I ask you, what type of woman do you like?

K: I don't have a type.

T: Really? Not like cute girls, or smart girls?

K: No, but....I like lips.

T: Hahaha

K: Like, shiny lips, I like that.

T: Cute and sexy, right?

K: Yeah.

#dir en grey #薫 #He said it in 2013 already!#And because I like this interview #💋

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signiorbenedickofpadua · 8 days

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"lecturing" for the wip game! xo @hardly-an-escape

Certainly, my dear ❤️ I believe I've described the premise once before, but I'll give you a little recap anyway as well as a snippet! Perhaps this will somehow help this poor fic get out of WIP hell... I know how I want it to end, but I just can't figure out whether to throw some smut in the middle or just...skip it, uncharacteristically enough... A wise reader may at this point ask, "Why don't you just write the ending first then and decide later if you feel like calling it done or if you want to add a sex scene?" Well. That's a good question. Hm. I'll have to think on that.

So, anyway, it's a human AU wherein Professor!Hob (well, lecturer, technically) holds a series of intro lectures on Literary History. A certain tall, dark mysterious stranger sits in the front row every week without fail, watching and listening very intently. Of course, Hob does his best to ignore how attractive this guy is, because god dammit he's trying to be a better person these days and hooking up with his students does not help with that. Except...is he actually a student...? *the soundtrack in the background turns mysterious*

You may find out if you read the snippet below and also PART TWO and PART THREE since several of you asked about this WIP! (List of titles in the og WIP game post here.)

PART ONE

Part of the problem was that the man always sat in the front row, thus giving Hob far too good of a view of his full body, which was just as unfairly gorgeous as his face. His proclivity for the skinniest of jeans did nothing to help Hob in he Sisyphean task of keeping his eyes away, nor did the fact that he kept looking right back.

Of course, Hob was lecturing, and so it was to be expected that his students would look at him when he talked, but he also expected them to look away at least some of the time. At their notebooks or laptops as they took notes, for example, which this bloke never ever seemed to do. Sure, it was not an advanced course by any definition, and he might have a good memory, or was one of those people who preferred not to distract themselves with taking notes during lectures, instead refreshing his memory by studying at home later. Or perhaps he didn’t care about getting more than a barely passing grade for a basic course like this—except he appeared to be paying rapt attention at all times. It was likely this intense focus which made it so hard for Hob to just ignore him. He had taught plenty of good-looking people throughout his career, and it had never been a problem until now. He was quite practised at turning off the part of the brain that noticed such things, and, even when he did notice, it normally didn’t fluster him like this. The man just had a…a weight to his gaze, somehow. His pale eyes were piercing, and Hob could practically feel them boring into him even when his back was turned. He also believed that he had caught them wandering over his body every so often—lingering on his arms when he rolled his sleeves up to combat the heat of a fully packed and poorly ventilated classroom, homing in on the sliver of tummy skin exposed as he had to stretch up to turn the projector on with a pointer when the damn remote control malfunctioned again, and fixating on the hint of chest hair visible that one time he had accidentally left one too many buttons undone on his shirt. He really, really wished that he had not noticed any of this, because the only thing worse than being attracted to a student was being attracted to a student who reciprocated. Fortunately, the man had done nothing to indicate that he intended to actually make a move on Hob, which was some small consolation. In fact, many tortuous weeks passed without him saying a single a word, never raising his hand to answer one of Hob’s questions or ask one of his own, never approaching him after lectures with queries about the curriculum or the final exam, never even talking to his classmates. All he did was sit there, in the same place every time (front row, third seat from the right), silently staring at Hob while nursing a cup of coffee from Bennie’s café two buildings over. Then, every week without fail, he quietly slipped out of the room exactly five minutes before the time was up and the lecture ended, presumably to rush to some other lecture on a tight schedule. Hob could only hope that he checked the information he put up online about suggested reading and the end-of-term examination, since he never stayed to hear Hob’s reminders at the end of the lectures.

#ask games #wip game #tag games #my writing #snippets

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6 albums I’ve been listening to a lot lately! Plus one track from each that I’m especially fond of.

tagged by the wonderful @valenshawke!!

i haven't been doing much "full album" listening lately since going into a project usually means listening to a lot of tailored playlists, but i have been revisiting some... oldies.

Wish Upon A Blackstar - Celldweller; "Unshakeable" This was my first ever Celldweller album and it was introduced to me by a now defunct tumblr mutual about a decade ago. Apparently they thought "Blackstar" suited a character on my ongoing fic at the time, and I instantly fell in love with Klayton's music. "Unshakeable" is definitely on the playlist for one of my current MCs.

The Black Halo - Kamelot; "When the Lights Are Down" Kamelot is one of those bands Lil Goth me (freshman) got introduced to by an Elder Goth (senior) back in 2005, though "Ghost Opera" was technically the first ever song of theirs I ever listened to.

The Open Door - Evanescence; "Your Star" I wasn't joking about oldies. Again, surprising amount of MC vibes coming off this album which makes me fear for the poor guy's life.

POST HUMAN: SURVIVAL HORROR - Bring Me the Horizon; "1x1" So, the funny thing about "1x1" is that, at their core, every single one of my protagonists can be summed up by this one song and I don't know what that says about me as a writer. I mean, 'annihilation never looked so good' as a lyric never fails to make me want to headbang.

DEATH STRANDING: Timefall - Multiple artists; "Ghost" by Au/Ra My endgame as a creator is to become the next Hideo Kojima like I want to make my own company and make utterly self-indulgent and fucking insane shit how I want to make it and then have all my cool artist friends either star in it or record songs for soundtracks. That being said, I'm yet to come across a video game soundtrack that's just banger after banger after banger.

Love is Dead - CHVRCHES; "Graffiti" I came across this album during the beginning of the pandemic and I listened to it so many times that multiple people reached out to ask if my discord was glitched because the status kept showing the same songs over and over. I'm not sure why it latched onto me the way it did, but February 2020 was sure a time.

Honorable mentions!

7. Woman King - Iron & Wine; "Freedom Hangs Like Heaven"

8. Lifa - Heilung; "In Maidjan"

9. Pictures of Mountains - Cody Fry; "London" & "Photograph"

tagging @lucillesharpeapologist, @vanessaaftonsgirl, @opaleyedprince, @fortunatetragedy, @wrencatte SHOW ME YOUR MUSIC TASTES (but only if you want to, ofc!)

#texts.#boy howdy i'm all over the place when it comes to music.#tag game

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Titanic | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (part 1)

Sorry, it took longer than I wanted to do this chapter, but I needed to redo the scenes where it was difficult to make the gender change fit in. Anyway, I'll try to upload more often 🥲.

(Short, I know, but it's five in the morning and I'm about to fall asleep listening to the Titanic soundtrack).

Words: 666

It had been more than three hours since the ship had sailed. Most of the passengers already had their belongings out of their suitcases, arranged in the trunks in the rooms or lying on the bed in complete disarray.

Robin and Y/N, like those many people, had stowed their few belongings in the small trunks given to the lower class.

The room was no big deal. It was small, so small that there was only a single berth, a nightstand and the trunk. Despite that, the girls couldn't have been more excited. Y/N had spent the last three hours going over how much money they had won in the bet, and Robin, on the other hand, had been pacing around the harried room, prattling on about how this was her dream come true.

"We have to go, Y/N, it's the welcome party, or boat, what difference does it make? it's a free party!" Robin insisted, sitting down on the floor next to her best friend and only confidant "it'll be fun, I promise."

Y/N let out a giggle so low that, if it weren't for Robin's incredible hearing, she wouldn't have even heard it. "Why don't you go by yourself? I don't feel like going out at this hour, it was too emotionally packed a day."

"I know, I know, but it'll only be ten minutes, after that you can come back here and rest" Robin pleaded, taking Y/N's hands and squeezing them gently "Please?".

She just rolled her eyes, causing a big smile to settle on Robin's face. She had won.

Y/N took a big breath of fresh air, letting out a big sigh and relaxing his muscles. Contrary to what she thought, the party had been very hectic. There were people dancing everywhere. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes flooded the room that could barely cope with all the people in it. Yes, it was suffocating, but it wasn't unpleasant to the point of vomiting either, or at least that's what Y/N tried to tell herself as she remembered the countless number of people she saw getting drunk until they passed out.

She stretched both arms above her head, walking across the deck of the ship slowly. It was quite late, so there weren't many people next to her, except for a few night workers watching from above.

She reached into her right pocket, pulling out a cigarette that, much to her regret -or so she tried to convince herself- she had been forced to steal.

She lit the fire as easily as an expert smoker could, perhaps she was. She sat on a bench near the ship's rail, taking a long puff of smoke and staring up at the night sky. It looked splendid.

She closed her eyes for a moment, barely a few seconds, seconds that were enough for quick, heavy footsteps to come towards her at full speed. When she opened her eyes there was no one in front of her. She looked both ways, stifling a gasp as she saw a smartly dressed man start to climb over the railing.

"Wait!" came from Y/N's lips, so loud and sure that even she couldn't believe she had said that. "Don't do it," she said, watching every move expectantly, slowly approaching.

And then, as if he was waiting for her to speak to him -or at least Y/N wanted to think so- the boy turned away.

The air caught in her throat as she saw him face to face. He was beautiful. There was a lot of wind, enough to ruffle his chocolate brown hair, his eyes looked dark but bright at the same time, they looked as if they were searching for a reason to live.

And Y/N set out to give it to him, even if it would only be temporary.

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georgieluz · 2 months

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fuck professionalism and neutrality, i wanna hear alllllllll of your opinions!

okay, you've convinced me!

no, that didn't take much, bc i am, in fact, not professional or neutral at all! i am loud and annoying, so here we go!

musically, soar is my favourite. it just hits all the right spots for me and builds flawlessly. i just can't get enough of it and it really was a 'fall-in-love-at-first-listen' for me. i've had it on loop since the day it was released and there isn't a single section of the piece that i don't absolutely adore. i think it takes care of all its elements so well and transitions between sections beautifully. just truly 11/10, like i can't express how hard this score goes. blake neely truly outdid himself on this one. i have to mention how much i love the rest of the score for the show too, not just the main theme. i know that's not the topic of the poll, but i think he did a fantastic job and some of the scoring for the flight scenes genuinely raised my heart rate up high enough that my apple watch had to send me three warnings whilst i watched episode 5. but yeah, just a perfect score imo! and if i were being completely honest, in a very unbiased way, my outright favourite.

i do have a nostalgia bias for the band of brothers theme though, and i do think it's absolutely gorgeous and has a delicacy to it that the others don't. it gently prises open your rib cage and wraps its hand tenderly around your heart, squeezing just enough for a single tear drop to roll down your cheek. there's something inexplicably sad about it, but because of that tiny silver lining of hope that runs through every note as well, you can't quite pinpoint why you're sad. it's like you've had your memories erased, but you know you lost something more than just that, that something overwhelmingly sad happened to you, but you just don't know what. it builds so gently as well, and then finally, it soars just for a second right at the end, before landing us back down on the ground again ever so lightly.

so, those two are generally my two favourites, i would say, but as someone in the notes called out, i will admit that had i listened to both of them fresh for the first time today, i would feel more drawn to soar, because it's the kind of piece i really gravitate toward. whilst band of brothers is a show that i've held pretty dearly in my heart for about a decade now, so it has an element of familiarity, that comes from loving something for so long, helping it out.

someone else in the notes of the poll made a great point about gen kill's use of music (or lack of it) being a character in itself, and i thoroughly agree with them and think gen kill's handling of sound was spot on. it's whole thing is next-level-gritty-realism and it wouldn't have been as impactful, or successful, if they'd done it any other way when it came to sound design.

plus, ray providing the soundtrack is just top television!

honor is somber but also light in a way, so it doesn't overpower you too much, i prefer the beginning and middle sections, as the end builds into a more standard patriotic sounding piece (still beautiful but i find myself enjoying the earlier section much, much more). but yeah, it's still a favourite to listen to, i just don't tend to feel as drawn towards it as much as the other two.

i'll stop rambling now but i could go on all day about how much i love soar like i can't seem to shut up about it?

there's no right answer tbf like all these scores are great but soar kind of is the right answer really, for me at least.

– ask is in reference to this poll

#julian's inbox #hbo war

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seaweed-is-cool · 7 months

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So I saw Next To Normal and I'm not okay

Who knows if this is going to be a comprehensive review or just ramblings about Jack Wolfe (because let's be real that's the initial reason I wanted to go).

The main set was a good choice. The floating kitchen island was utilised effectively in conjunction with the turntable. The use of levels was phenomenal so that even though I was standing, I could see a lot of the action especially the parts in the band boxes and the stairs. Other people who saw it said that during one part where Jack sings in the box they could only see his knees. There was one bit where they came out of the fridge (which I called before the show started aha) and that was fantastic. I wasn't a fan of how they constantly made the screens go up and down. I think it would have been more effective if certain screens weren't used. Nevertheless, the set and costumes were fab and I enjoyed them immensely.

The portrayal of mental health in this show was the best I have ever seen. I felt incredibly seen throughout and if I had the capability to cry (thank you sertraline) I would have. I still feel kinda numb to it but I know that when I listen to the soundtrack I will feel things ahha.

The performances given by each actor were phenomenal. Every single actor was perfect and they hit each section with the love and care it deserved. I would like to have seen more of the doctor because I think he was underutilised. Still, when he was there, he was extremely enjoyable.

Now, onto Jack Wolfe. When he first appeared I was astounded. He had a fantastic American accent (which is hard for a northerner fr) and the way he carried himself on stage was amazing. Little angsty boy for real. I think he'd make an amazing Puck (or maybe I'm just finding similarities between him and Colin Morgan) cause he has this mischievous nature about him that really came out in Gabe.

I adored the other performances so much so that I cannot pick a favourite from them. This musical was the most well-acted I have seen in a very long time (since I saw Les Mis last year). And I really hope that they bring out that archived performance or at least a cast recording.

Thank you again to @annoying-is-my-middle-name for the tickets. I am ever so grateful.

#next to normal #jack wolfe #ray reviews #but this time theatre edition

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