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mingisaddctn · 8 months

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hiii 😋😋 i just wanted to say that you are my fav writer tbh and i love your writing style. YOURE SO AMAZINGGGGG

i wanted to request a yunho smut based off the song body party by ciara? maybe the reader showing him how much they love him or something 😭 i’ve been dying for smtg like thissss..

if you don’t take requests like this i understanddd buttt other than that ilysm and your posts make my day LMAO

omg thank you so so so much ;-; this is too sweet im dying, im so glad you like my writing style. also ive been having yunho brainrot lately so im gonna try a lil something here for you

even though he had the height to be a scary human pole, you couldn't see him in a way other than a giant baby. yunho had this thing about him, a feeling, a pheromone, something that brought you closer to his sweetest self, and made you want to nestle yourself in his scent, engulfed in his being.

oh, you loved him. and you loved him bad — that's why you were milking him dry with your mouth.

kneeling in between his muscular thighs, the ones where your fingernails dug themselves into, you lowered your head over and over on his cock, feeling every little vein on the tip of your tongue, saliva pooling around the corners of your lips and falling to your chin. your jaw almost fell asleep, but the way he laid, hands behind him into the sheets of your shared bed as his head was thrown back, and you could only stare at his adam's apple bobbing from the grunts that left his body with full force.

your pretty, sweet, whiny boy.

he was your whole world, and you were his, and the best way to let him know about that was to be on top of him, taking every last drop of cum like a hungry devil, in a greed of pure sin.

"please" he placed his palm on your cheek, cupping your face and guiding your mouth off of him, leaving a trail of saliva behind. his eyes were two chocolaty irises that stared at you with utter devotion. "I need to be inside you."

and his wish were your orders. you stood from where you were kneeling, with the help of his arms and lowered your panties, sitting on his damp boxers—with the mixture of precum and your drool—and lowered yourself on him, arms holding his neck so dearly, so scared of leaving a mark on his perfectness.

he moaned, mouth open against yours and eyes burning into your mind. no thoughts to be perceived, just the two of you enjoying the moment, feeling pleasure out of this world, fucked out and fucked dumb.

rolling your hips with the help of his big hands, you moaned loud, not minding anything other than the need to bear him all, to lead him to his glory. yunho grabbed your body, enveloping you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he helped your moves by pounding upwards.

your motions were made out of pure desperation that turned into primal urges, connecting with the side of your mind that you could never access if it wasn't when you were fucking yourself on his cock, drooling with eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I love you" you whimpered and babbled and sang into his ear. "I love you—I love you"

he kept on pounding, moans becoming groans and burning against his throat.

"I love you" he moaned back, his words slurred against your skin, but engraving themselves like a thick tattoo, so you wouldn't ever forget.

he was reaching his finishing point when his movements became sharper and you dove into the scent of his sweat mixed with the faint cologne, everything that made him smell like him, leaving the imprint of his wholeness in you, claiming you in every way he could.

his teeth nursed themselves into the skin of your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but just the right amount to let any wandering eye see who you belonged to. with a deep groan, and the rumbling of his chest trembling against yours, you felt his thighs twitching, and he came into your walls, feeding them what they truly needed all this time.

the only way you could show how much you loved him, was if he allowed you by loving you even more. if it was ever possible at all.

#ateez #ateez smut #yunho #yunho smut

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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A possessive Mountain going into rut and deciding to stake his claim on Rain by bending him over the common room sofa and stuff him full of his knot him in front of the others?

i took some liberties with this one since heat/rut/knotting is absolutely not my forte. i read it to some extent, but only under the context that a majority of people headcanon that that's something ghouls just...do, ya know? not something im actively seeking out

BUT i still had an idea for this one so this is what i've got for you, dear anon:

Mountain bends over the purple orchid, dutifully clipping its wilting buds. The humid smell of soil and foliage blankets over him, soothing his aching thoughts.

This season’s heat has him mentally overstimulated more than anything, often retreating to the greenhouse to be alone. He prefers the calming atmosphere to the darkness of his room—he’s less likely to tear it up in the throws of arousal and frustration, anyway.

He's got his hands deep in a pot of soil when he smells it. Petrichor and warm sea salt. It wafts through the air and hits him straight in the nose, making him freeze. Suddenly, his mind is quiet, replaced only with thoughts of Rain. Want. Need. Where?

“Mountain?” Rain calls from the doorway.

The earth ghoul swallows dryly. “Yes, Rain?” He hears footsteps approach and stop a few feet away from him. Reluctantly, Mountain looks up at him from his hunched position.

That was a mistake. Rain looks completely unholy: hair mussed, lips shiny with saliva—someone else’s?—little crimson marks peeking out from the collar of his sweatshirt. Mountain’s on him in an instant, launching himself off his stool and looming over his lithe form, nosing at the spot behind his ear. His smell is icier here, but it’s masked under notes of cinnamon, citrus, and mint.

Mountain has to stop himself from growling, settling for some other low, disgruntled noise instead. “Did you come here to tease me?”

“N-no,” he stutters. Mountain’s pheromones wash over him, heavy and earthy. “Oh,” he breathes, leaning into the earth ghoul slightly.

“Then why are you here, raincloud?” Mountain runs a hand along his jaw, slowly, possessively.

Rain tilts his head towards the touch and closes his eyes. “The boys, we were—” His breath hitches as Mountain’s fingers trail further along his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs under his hand. “Playing, messing around. We missed you. Wanted you to join us.” He bites his lip.

Mountain looks at him, calculating. “Playing, hm?” His voice lowers half an octave, getting husky with need. “You want me to play with you, tadpole? Brave of you to come in here alone.”

“You can s-show me off.” Rain cracks his eyes open, revealing blown pupils. He bares his neck to the earth ghoul. “Mark me—ah—make them jealous.” He realizes he’s babbling, a side-effect of Mountain’s heat radiating over him, but he can’t help it.

“Fuck,” Mountain finally growls. He mouths at the spot where Rain wants him and pulls the water ghoul flush against him.

“Oh, Mounty,” Rain whines. He stuffs his hands under Mountain’s t-shirt, running his palms over the plane of his stomach. Mountain almost does bite him at the skin-to-skin contact. His arousal is quickly becoming all-consuming, but he pulls away before he really loses it.

“You’re gonna be mine, raincloud,” the earth ghoul promises.

It doesn’t take them long to make it back to the others. Aether and Swiss have Dew a blubbering mess underneath them on the couch, kissing, sucking, and petting everywhere but where he wants it. Mountain pushes Rain to kneel in front of them, slotting in behind him. He presses his hardening length against Rain’s ass, grinding against him.

“You didn’t waste any time,” Swiss smirks.

“Could’ve been you,” he drawls, palming at Rain’s own erection, earning a moan from the water ghoul. “But you sent the princess to get me, so now he’s getting my fucking knot.” Mountain’s filthy when he’s in heat, his usual loving and loyal demeanor replaced with ravishing possessiveness.

Dew whines at that, immediately jealous.

“Told you,” Rains mumbles, dropping his head against Mountain’s collarbone. The earth ghoul drinks him in, laving his tongue over the muscles in Rain’s neck. He stares Dew down, flashing his fangs against the water ghoul’s pulse point.

“If you want it so bad, fire lily, let’s hear you beg for it.”

#this is what i was writing before i got into a hellhole of hilarious nicknames #what a wild ride #no beta we die like men #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fanfic #ficlet #ask #anon #the band ghost

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thesaturn1nez · 9 months

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Gonna be the third to ask for some puppet headcanons, give us the George headcanons!

YAY. absolute tank of a puppet.

George 🚖

• they ran out of normal puppet eyes when they were making him, which is why he has green pupils and not black ones like all the others.

• that ‘im just messing with you’ type of guy. the one who lets a beat pass after telling you something in a no-nonsense tone before wheezing and reassuring you it was a joke.

• didn’t appear for that many scenes on the show, but did not mind. that doesn’t mean he wasn’t excited when he was called. anytime he found out he was to make an appearance, he’d always go nuts because he knew that it meant that they were going to need him to ‘vroom vroom’. and vroom vroom he will!

• a second role model to Junebug besides her ‘mom’. whether he’s a good one or not is up to you because one minute he’ll let her ride on his back and make sure she gets home safely, the other he’s teaching her how to rebel against the general public by flipping off people, sitting in drainage, and of course the benefits of chugging down gravel. (ex: George’s ‘Exercise’ dialogue)

• his obsession with rats has a lot to do with that one joke about new yorkers. the rat room is most likely his.

• speaking of rats, if you think you hear one chewing through your belongings or scurrying along the floorboards, do not be alarmed! the rats here can’t bite, it’s most likely a George or two running around.

• lost his right eye during a live scene where he was ‘driving’ Ricky and Stevie to somewhere. he kept bobbing his head to the imaginary radio just up and down and up and down and UP then it went flying. the crew could not find that eye for hours and to this day it still goes undiscovered. they kept him like that since they were planning on having him wear an eyepatch in an upcoming project anyways.

• very, very crazy about cars. a staff member left a magazine behind at the stage and in just a matter of minutes every page that had a picture of a car was gone. he also took all the images of rats exterminator services just for the rats.

• had so much fun filming the Pirates Cove film. he spent the next couple of months after still insisting they should have the entire show just be about exploring the sea and how his taxi could be their boat. he costed the crew so much reel film just because he kept on showing up to his roles in his tricorne, then hiding it under his cap so he could swap them mid-recording. eventually, an annoyed higher up tore the costume to bits in front of George and that was the end of that :(

• his unfriendly version, aka Original George, carries around a genuine hook. we do not know where he got it.

• there was no actual taxi prop anywhere and the excuse is that it’s just invisible. the neighbors (especially George) genuinely think there is one and apparently know where it is at all times. when kids ask George what it looks like he’ll describes anything but a taxicab. the name of it changes too, with George claiming it’s going through some things. its name is currently ‘joshuaaaaaaa’

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn #mfn george #mfn headcanons #headcanons #as you can see the staff’s treatment of the puppets vary #cackled the entire time i was writing the last one down. the neighbidmobjle #the mail comes everyday #lottie sucks at headcanons

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years

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I Got You

No callsign this time! Reader is a civilian character.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd / Fem!Reader

In which a shy navy pilot is finally pushed by his friends to speak to the new barista at their favorite bar.

Warnings!! Fluff, mentions of a panic attack and anxiety, a really shitty ending cause im super tired but anyways

Yeah i lied about the three fic rotation, im not super into Hangman so its hard to get inspired to write for him.Rooster is def my favorite, but im really coming around to bob :))

Bob thought he was pretty tough. He may not look like it, but he could withstand a heavy force of gravity and many twists and turns at a high altitude.Yet, he lost all confidence and mental strength he had when he took one look at the new barista in the Hard Deck.

It wasn’t just an,”Oh damn, she’s kinda cute,” look either. It felt like he got hit by a truck. And it didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. Phoenix followed his line of sight to see you serving drinks behind the bar like you were born for it. In her point of view, Bob looked absolutely dumbstruck, like a lost puppy. Everyone else seemed to take notice, too. How could they not? You were a hot new take and god knows they needed one.

“Damn, she’s fine,” Hangman commented, and Bob shot him a look. “Woah, Baby on Board, you’re like, head over heels.” Hangman smirked.

“I... No I’m not. It’s just like you said, she’s cute,” He said, stuttering over his words. It didn’t convince anyone.

“Whatever you say, Bob. But if you don’t make a move, I’m gonna,” Rooster claims, and Bob went red. He just shrugged silently and diverted his eyes to his shoes. His anxiety was too high to deal with their nonsense right now.

Rooster got up and strutted over to the bar to get your attention.

“What can I get for ya, sir?” You turned to him while making someone else’s drink.

“Hey, could I get a beer, and let you know that my friend over there thinks your pretty cute,” He gestured over to the pool table with his head. “The one with the glasses, in the chair.”

“Well tell your friend to come over here and say hi,” you handed him his drink and replied with a welcoming smile, before turning to the next guest to serve.

When Bob heard about Rooster’s little escapade, he was embarrassed. Little did he know, you had been peeking at him from our spot at the bar. He was cute, you’d give it to him, in an adorable nerd way. His colleagues were hot, but you still found yourself looking at him as the bar died down. When he caught your stares, he turned bright red. You offered a warm smile and a little wave, and he decided he might as well say hi.

He stood, drawing unwanted attention to himself, and walked towards you. His fellow pilots cheered him on and whistled his way, and he turned impossibly more red.

“Hi, what can I do for-” you stopped yourself mid sentence as you looked up to find Bob.

“H-Hi. Um, I just wanted to say hi and-” He fiddled with his fingers and pulled at the collar of his khaki uniform. “Is it hot in here? Just me?” His breathing became erratic, and he was shaking.

“Hey, c’mon, lets go get some air, it’s stuffy in here,” You grabbed him by the arm and led him out to the deck. “Hey, hey, you’re all good.”

“S-sorry, my, uh, my anxiety is messing up, um..” he still wasn’t breathing correctly.

“Don’t apologize, my anxiety spikes when i talk to cute guys, too. I’d be lying if i said i wasn’t anxious,” you tried to calm his nerves, but as soon as you realized what you said you were done for.

“I- uh, didn’t mean to say that outloud, um.. But don’t be stressed. I got you.”

Eventually, his anxiety evened out, and you continued a more normal conversation.

“Um, sorry to bring it back up, but did you mean what you said earlier.. about, um, thinking I’m cute?” He refused to look at you while saying it, but you grabbed his chin and gently guided him to look at you.

“Yes, I did Bob.”

Needless to say, his anxiety shot right back up, but he wasn’t complaining. He felt as if he was on cloud nine, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said. Even after you closed and he had gone home, and taken a shower and laid in bed. It rang through his head like it was all he could think about.

“I got you.”

#robert floyd #bob top gun #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #missbayside

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madphantom · 1 year

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Ich habe 18.431 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 3.133 more posts als 2021!

441 Einträge erstellt (2%)

17.990 Einträge gerebloggt (98%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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Ich habe 629 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#personal post – 266 Einträge

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the only reason i am so patient with everyone is that if i didn't restrain myself at all times i would have become a serial killer by now

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Buckle up babes, I'm shooting a different film today and at a screen test for yet another film tomorrow but on the weekend I'll post my own Gonch screen test

312 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. November 2022

Me texting a guy from my film club a question about a screen test at one in the morning because I just remembered it and don't want to forget it vs him replying ten minutes later

334 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. November 2022

Guess who's on the bus to check out the location where I'm shooting Goncharov?

410 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 8. Dezember 2022

Okay. Update.

I have not expected for the last 48 hours to be as they were.

I have over a thousand new followers. My inbox is full. I have received the information that I now have the entire local theatre company's prop department at my disposal, apparently. Members of my film club have apparently seen my post on Reddit. This is, for lack of a better word, fucking insane.

So here's what's gonna happen now: I am writing the script for the scene and it'll probably be done by next week. I'll most likely start filming in early December, depending on other stuff because I'm involved in a minimum of three other film projects, one of which has a deadline.

I am gonna film Katya's death scene, because tbh I don't have anyone who looks like Bob de Niro or Al Pacino at my disposal atm, but I do have someone blonde and someone willing to do Sofia.

In the meantime, thank you for your overwhelming support and I don't need any help in terms of script writing or anything anymore.

Toodles.

2.564 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. November 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.

99.046 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. November 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #Jahresrückblick #Mein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 #Dein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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sugarthelion · 10 months

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What's the Diablo lore [I wanna hear about them] [They seem cool] [I dont know what pronouns they use]

:OOOO

YAY I GET TO SHARE OC LORE

Okok, so I’m going to share my order of Hip to the Javabean songs I’m going to animate, and explain what happens in the songs

Consumer Whore: mostly just an introduction songs to my boy Diablo, some Rottweilers steal his money yadayada

Between You and Me: Diablo goes back home and talks to his girlfriend, Maria!(the husky in my banner) and at the very end of the song they finally meet up

There’s A Robot in My Head: Maria gets a parasite in her head D:

Sick Puppy: The parasite starts controlling her mind and making her more aggressive, eventually getting her killed

Relativity: Diablo mourns over her unfortunate passing :(

The World is a Pumpkin(random unreleased track I know :3): Diablo see’s an ad to audition for a band and he decides to try it out, this song is his audition song

Sunbeam Light Show Flower Seed: mighty ol’ Todd(the yellow and blue guy in my banner) absolutely fucking despises his audition and mocks him, then kicks him out.

Telekinesis: after getting kicked out and begging to be let into the band, he gives up and mourns that as well

Matches and Nails: mighty ol’ Todd comes back and uses a sledgehammer to slam Diablo’s head onto a railroad nail (youch!), after that Diablo’s brain starts to get filled with random thoughts

I Know Your Name: Diablo’s mind starts convincing him that everyone’s name is Bob, y’know. The usual. But then he gets this awesome idea that, what if. Get this. HE BURNS DOWN THE SUPERMARKET TO ACHIEVE WORLD PEACE!! so he did. And accidentally trapped himself in said supermarket

Atomic Copper Claw: After losing his right hand to the fire, he builds himself a new one, and mighty ol’ Todd comes back and embarrases him in public and scaring everyone away from him, claiming that his new hand was ‘atomic’ and ‘dangerous’. Diablo gets fed up with his bullshit and scratches his face(leaving that scar on his eye)

Your Evil Shadow Has a Cup of Tea: nothing much happens here, had to put this song here. Besides, there’s gonna be little sneak peek characters that appear later on in a Spirit Phone song >:3

Fancy Pants Manifesto: mighty ol’ Todd is in his prime of fame. And sings about it I guess.. yay!(once I asked a Todd AI bot that I made what his band was named, it responded with “Todd and the awesome awesome” and I totally agree)

Behold the FUTURE: the guys I was talking about in Your Evil Shadow has a Cup of Tea also appear here and kinda make mighty ol’ Todd appear on the news and lie about the future, which ruins his reputation tenfold

Go to Hollywood: uh oh! Mighty ol’ Todd isn’t so mighty anymore and is now starting to Lose his fame :(

Musical Chairs: Todd gets upset and sings about it, Diablo coming in on the last verse(I think that’s what part of the song it is) and mocks HIM!

Bad Idea: Todd fucking dies

Snakes on a Plane(another unreleased track man, I’m such a goofy guy): A guy releases a bunch of snakes on a plane and Diablo gets fucking terrified

I’ve Got Some Falling to Do: Diablo slips and falls out the plane :(

Take a Picture: Diablo as a ghost, talking about his past life and what he wishes he could’ve changed :(

WOO IM DONE!

That took awhile but yeah! :D

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mosviqu · 1 year

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dark blood review 🖤

fate is definitely not the type of song id listen to i think its meant more as an intro/interlude type of thing correct me if im wrong but the vocals definitely slap. BITE ME THO. EVEN FEOM THE START I WAS LIKE OHMYFUCKINGGOD ARE U KIDDING ME THIS IS THE BEST SONG IVE EVER HEARD. CUNT. SO MUCH CUNT. THE CHORUS BUT ALSO THE DRACULA VIBE IN CERTAIN PARTS !!!!! 20/10 SONG. SOTY IM AFRAID. I WILL KEEP THIS ON REPEAT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. COME KISS ME AND MOTHERFUCKING BITE ME. now im gonna calm myself down for a bit sacrifice (eat me up) is playing. immidiate thoughts i fucking love the intro of this song. pre-chorus goes hard. absolutely fucking cunty amazing mature vibe i love me some dark concept 😩😩😩 jay's voice in this song also. i may have peed a little. 11/10 for me. no comment. they said eat me up and i did! I did eat this song up. and so did they, left 0 crumbs. also a random comment but i love seeing both vie and my uni friend listening to bills it makes me excited to hear the song. first chaconne tho. the guitar in this song slaps i love it. def a bad bitch song in my eyes like id play this while doing my edgy makeup. once again the guitar in the pre chorus makes my blood pressure rise i love it sm 😩😩😩 the song makes me bob my head and my whole body HEESEUNG VOCALS okay we love. also a random thought again but i love the album cover sm i fuck w it so hard. BILLS TIME NOW I FUCKIMG LVOE IT FROM THE START WHAT TGE FUCKKKKK i love rhe vibes of this song so fucking much especially the chorus ?????? very very vibey words cant explain the way i feel about this song like yes go best friends i love this so much 😩😭😩😭 TGE INTRO TO KARMA GOT ME GASPING AND STOPPING IB MY TRACKS WHAT TGE FUCK ??? VOLKNO VIBES IMO YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS IS MY TYPE OF SONG THE GUITARS THE VOCALS THE VUBES ??? I AM CLAIMING THIS SONG. THE STEP SISTER OF ATTENTION, PLEASE. A SPIN-OFF, IF U WILL. AND I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH. GOT ME SHAKING MY ASS AND ALL ??? I DONT GIVE A WHAT !!!!!!!!!! DISNEY CHANNEL CAMP ROCK VIBES. IF I COULD MARRY A SONG I WOULD MARRY KARMA BY ENHYPEN. I AM CLAIMING THIS SONG AS MINE.

TOP THREE MOSR DEFINITELT KARMA, BITE ME AND BILLS. ENHYPEN DID IT AHAIN AND CREATED A NONSKIP ALBUM LISTENING TO FATE RN AGAIN BC ITS ON REPEAT AND WHY FOES IT KINDA GO HARD ?? DEF ONE OF THE BEST 2023 KPOP RELEASES. U CANR CHANGE MY MIND

#the most unhinged and typos filled review im so sorry i have so many feelings #did not even read this after myself im so sorey #review!#🌺

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bobfloydsbabe · 11 months

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don't know if im allowed to send another ask after just sharing my dog with you lol but I'm gonna do it anyway!

What is Abby's creation story like? I know at least for me all of my OCs go through several iterations of names and faceclaims and backstories. So I'm just curious if Abby (in regular universe or the mob universe! you pick!) had a different name at one point/different faceclaim/different backstory that you would like to share?

Love you babe 💗

You're absolutely allowed to send me another ask. In fact, you're allowed to send as many as you want to, and thank you for sharing your Bear with me. He's a cutie.

This is such an interesting question. Creating OCs is a complex process, and while some come easy, others do not. We know that Abby has two iterations–original and mob universe. Here's a few facts about both their creations.

ORIGINAL ABBY

➳ Abby's original name was Remi, and I actually posted two fics for her and Bob with this name before I changed it. It just didn't feel right for her character, so after going through a whole list of suggestions from friends, I decided on Abby and I haven't regretted that decision in the slightest.

➳ Her middle name is Kyomi. It's a Japanese name that her mother, Lauren, chose to represent their culture-ish. Her mother is technically of Singaporean-Chinese descent, but as a fuck you to her family for disowning her after she got pregnant at 17, she chose a Japanese middle name for her daughter.

➳ Abby doesn't know who her father is, and her mother has never told her. She doesn't really mind. In the planning stages, she did have a dad, but it didn't feel right for the story.

➳ I always pictured her as being Asian, but it took me a while to decide what area of Asia she was from. In the end, Jessica Henwick was the perfect face claim for Abby, and her ethnicity informed Abby's.

MOB ABBY

➳ I toyed around with the idea of creating a new OC for the mob au, but I decided against because I didn't think it was going to be as big as it is now. I was just going to post that one drabble and get it out of my system. That obviously didn't happen.

➳ Mob Abby's mother died when she was seven, and not knowing who her father is, she was taken in my Warlock. He raised her as his own, but still somewhat removed from the organization. No one knows she exists, which is how she's able to be Bob's secretary and not raise suspicion.

➳ I knew Abby had an adopted brother (Warlock's son) and I had the hardest time naming him. In true me fashion, I went to my bestie who's infinitely better at naming people/things than I am, and she suggested the name Uriah. It's biblical like Solomon, so it makes sense.

➳ I have no idea if Bob and Abby end up together in this universe. I like to think they do, but they have to build trust from the ground up.

#anniesocsandgeneralstore #answered #otp: flennox #otp: mbb x abby #thanks for asking love!!!!#mail

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whileiamdying · 3 years

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Grace Jones’ 20 greatest songs – ranked!

With the 40th anniversary of Jones’s masterful fifth album Nightclubbing approaching, we rank her best work

by Alexis Petridis Thu 29 Apr 2021 11.00 EDT

20. I Need a Man (1975)

Jones’s debut single was joyous, cantering mid-70s Eurodisco, its lyrics clearly written with one eye on the dancecfloors of gay clubs. It was rerecorded for Jones’s 1977 debut album, Portfolio, with an arrangement by the Salsoul Orchestra’s Vince Montana and a stronger vocal, but the original drips with slightly shonky period charm.

19. The Hunter Gets Captured By the Game (1980)

Warm Leatherette, released in 1980, relocated Jones to Nassau’s Compass Point studios, introduced reggae rhythm section Sly and Robbie and saw her covering Roxy Music and post-punk. Jones’s take on the old Marvelettes hit is closer to her old self, but it’s fantastic: gently reggae-influenced, post-disco dance music.

18. Victim (1995)

During the period between Jones’s 1989 flop Bulletproof Heart and 2008 comeback Hurricane, she briefly reunited with producer Tom Moulton. The solitary track they completed (but never officially released), a cover of a 1978 Candi Staton single, is a disco-house delight that Moulton claimed was the best thing they ever did together.

17. Am I Ever Gonna Fall in Love in New York City? (1978)

As a man who started out making mixtapes for the Sandpiper, a cornerstone of the gay party scene on Fire Island, Moulton knew the audience Jones was initially targeted at. He insisted she record showtunes, while the original material they made together had a hint of Broadway, as evidenced by this glorious slice of lovelorn high camp.

16. She’s Lost Control (1980)

Jones appears to turn Joy Division’s classic on its head: she recites the words in a blank sprechgesang at odds with Ian Curtis’ mournful delivery and changes the lyrics so the song’s narrator is its subject rather an observer. But its conclusion, where her voice becomes a terrified scream, is every bit as harrowing and bleak as the original.

15. The Apple Stretching (1982)

For all Jones’s fierce image – and the verses in this Melvin Van Peebles-written song about hookers, gun-toting cops and air that smells of “bagels and pollution” – there’s a real softness and warmth about her delivery of the chorus; the New Yorker’s love-hate relationship with the city encapsulated in a song.

14. Warm Leatherette (1980)

Jones’s cover of this JG Ballard-influenced, Throbbing Gristle-esque 1978 single by Daniel Miller’s project the Normal was an inspired move, killing off her disco diva image at a stroke in favour of something darker and harder. Is there a more Grace Jones 2.0 lyric than “quick, let’s make love before we die”?

13. Atlantic City Gambler (1979)

Muse, Jones’s third and final album with Moulton, was a commercial failure, but deserves reappraisal. Side one’s suite of songs offers a tougher and starker take on disco than its predecessors, while on the super-cool, reggae-influenced Atlantic City Gambler, the opening song of side two, you can distinctly hear the roots of what was to follow.

12. Victor Should Have Been a Jazz Musician (1987)

The making of 1987’s Inside Story was fraught – Jones and co-producer Nile Rodgers didn’t get on – and its sound veered close to straightforward mainstream pop, but it had its moments. The understated, small-hours romance of this ballad is just beautiful.

11. My Jamaican Guy (1982)

A patois-thick depiction of Jones’s love for Bob Marley’s keyboard player Tyrone Downie that doesn’t preclude mocking him as a hopeless stoner – “stretching out ’pon the floor, that way ’im don’t fall over” – the sweaty relentlessness of My Jamaican Guy’s bass-heavy backing seems to mirror the unrequited nature of her obsession.

10. Demolition Man (1981)

The first single from Jones’s masterpiece Nightclubbing was written by Sting – she’d requested a song from him, so he sent a demo for this, which the Police hadn’t got around to recording. It vanished without a trace, but its quality – boastful lyrics set to relentless Suicide-esque synths and guitar noise – is there for all to hear.

9. Nightclubbing (1981)

Iggy Pop and David Bowie’s paean to seedy Berlin nightlife might have been written for Jones, a nightclub fixture throughout the late 70s and 80s. She squeezes every drop of decadence out of the lyrics, shifting the song’s rhythm from diseased glam stomp to eerie dub.

8. Nipple to the Bottle (1982)

“I won’t give in and I won’t feel guilty – you rant and rave to manipulate me” – today, Nipple to the Bottle’s topic would be called misogynistic gaslighting. Its depiction of a love affair gone sour is set to hard, spare funk; Jones, meanwhile, is in commanding, enough-of-your-bullshit form.

7. Do or Die (1978)

The work of the songwriters behind Tina Charles’s chart-topping I Love to Love – and Gloria Gaynor’s fantastic (If You Want It) Do It Yourself – Do or Die was the apotheosis of disco-era Jones. It’s lengthy and lavishly orchestrated, with the singer playing up to her tough image: “I’ve been called an operator, I can sell an Eskimo snow.”

6. Williams’ Blood (2008)

After 19 years of stalled projects (a shelved album, Black Marilyn; a collaboration with Tricky), Hurricane was Jones’s triumphant return, a sharp retooling of the Compass Point sound that stirred industrial music into the mix. The autobiographical Williams’ Blood was its highlight: an epic remix by Aeroplane was the late 00s nu-disco movement at its height.

5. I’ve Seen That Face Before (Libertango) (1981)

Used to striking effect in the 1988 movie Frantic, I’ve Seen That Face Before is a stunning reggae remake of an Argentinian tango classic, topped with Jones’s own dark lyrics about sleazy Parisian nightlife. The video, meanwhile, featured a flat-topped, suit-sporting, accordion-playing Jones dwarfed by her own shadow: among the most iconic images of her career.

4. La Vie en Rose (1977)

Reinterpreting Edith Piaf’s signature song as bossa nova – complete with a musical nod to Jimmy Webb’s MacArthur Park – was inspired; emotive, but breezy at the same time. It launched Jones as a European star and became a staple of “sleaze” sets – which dropped the tempo as the night wore on – in US gay clubs.

3. Private Life (1980)

The Pretenders’ original is trash-talking, reggae-influenced new wave, a perfect fit for the icy persona Jones had already begun projecting on 1979’s Muse. Sly and Robbie turn the music into reggae proper, Jones oozes contemptuous, bored hauteur – “I’m very superficial” – with incredible results: a star was (re)born.

2. Pull Up to the Bumper (1981)

The pinnacle of Jones’s Compass Point years, Pull Up to the Bumper exists in its own fabulous, humid musical space, its mid-tempo groove equidistant from funk and reggae. The lyrics are preposterous cars/sex double-entendre filth, lent an appealing edginess by Jones’s stentorian vocal. Forty years on, it hasn’t dated.

1. Slave to the Rhythm (Blooded) (1985)

Only ZTT – the label behind Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s umpteen 12in remixes – would have considered rebooting Jones’s career with an album consisting entirely of versions of one song. Researchers for an unreleased box set discovered that star producer Trevor Horn had recorded more than 70 versions of Slave to the Rhythm. Releasing them all would have been a ridiculous exercise had the track itself not been the best thing either Jones or Horn ever made. A supremely sophisticated sample-heavy concoction, the song glides elegantly over a rhythm rooted in go-go – the funk sub-genre that counted as the hippest dance music of the mid-80s – while her vocal is by turns tender and imperious. The original 12in mix is the keeper.

#Grace Jones #The Guardian #Alexis Petridis #Jamaica

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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Okay okay okay I've been thinking and drinking and remembering and shit. I have so fucking many experiences that are Dagger Squad coded ok like i have the weirdest friends i swear to God and lowkey they sre alcoholics and also they are in the military and so it all works (I dont live near these people or that base anymore so pour one out for the gang ok)

So This one time I was in a group where a girl called out one of the cockiest guys there and basically claimed he was compensating for something and thats why his ego was so large and he wouldn't stfu. He just laughed and said do you wanna see cause I can totally back it up. And I was sitting there like *yes* because, listen he was cocky but HOT. And we flirted some. Anyways, this girl was a lesbian which was well known and flat out said she wouldn't be attracted to it or have a good idea if it was big or not so it should be ME. We go in the other room and I like blacked out ngl he was indeed big but anyways im sorry I can see this with Hangman and I just...

My own experiences like I have way more like the one dude who ended up being the most sober of a group of us drinking and he physically picked me up (to which I panicked about my weight and he told me to shut up I didn't weigh much (I do)) and he carried me to the bathroom because he thought I was gonna throw up then sat there with me as I just rambled and talked and he brushed my hair and like petted it while I sat against his chest??? And was just so fucking sweet and I kissed him and he said "hun you're drunk...let's talk tomorrow". BOB. CODED.

And basically only when I get drunk do I get the good stuff but this other time I was with another group of people, only the cocky guy from the first story was there everyone else was different and we were walking around the woods (not quite woods but like suburbs that had some woods near jt) and we exited the woods and were om a dead end street and an old house and outside the house was like a couch and a piano, amongst other things the person was getting rid of. This dude straight up just walked over and started playing so we all just sat on the couch as he continuously played songs and finally the owner came out and just watched him play and offered to give him the piano but the dude was like oh :( I don't have a car that would fit it and the owner literally was like I will drive it to your house it was my husband's who died he would love someone getting use out of it you'll have to load it cause I can't but I will use my truck. So the rest of us and the dude loaded a piano onto this woman's truck and then we all rode in the bed illegally to the guys house and he got a free piano that costs like 3000. The woman cried because she said her husband loved music so much and she couldn't bear to look at it anymore but she knows he'd be happy and the dude straight up hugged her and now they meet up once a month and he plays her new songs and she brings him cookies. We tease him about the cookies. (The cocky dude from the first story literally claims he got a sugar mama but not for sex). Rooster. Coded.

Anyways there are more but those are the ones that come to mind and i.

yes to all of these, they're so spot on. the bob one is my absolute favorite

#asks

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tensecondstomidnight · 10 months

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on to Show and Tell! back to an OG 4-pager with this one!

i bet this is the chapter that originally introduced lucy’s deaf ear! i mean, they haven’t really brought it up since the prologue chapter, i think.

CHILL MAN

we’ve got some great faces in this one. the eyes in the early pages are so appealing to me, we’ve got the dot eyes and the “kirby eyes” (pictured above) and then we get that sorta fusion of them that kinda looks like the eyes i draw!

see, like that. also what’s this about girly romance movies? BRING THAT BACK!!! that would be such a cute reference omgggg

anyways yeah, the bit of this chapter is genetics and the different species of the cats! lucy’s deaf ear is attributed to her being a blue-eyed white khao manee, which reflects real life! lucky that she didn’t lose it in both of them. they do a cute bit where yashy thinks her own blue eyes will turn her deaf. i really miss jokes like that, the pets are so cute...

RELAX

anyways mike’s a korat (makes a point of being like “surprised im not a russian blue?” which after looking at them im kinda surprised too!) and daisy comments that she thought mike was a british blue shorthair because he’s “so intellectual.” first of all, he’s totally not a british shorthair and daisy is stupid, but more importantly, what an interesting lore bit this is! everybody is so knowledgeable about cat breeds (makes sense! they’re cats!) but they also have preconceived biases about people of those breeds, likely based on common traits those breeds share in the real world. if you wanna overthink it a bit, daisy just racially profiled mike! looks like yashy is taking the second-place for racism this time around.

daisy is half selkirk rex and half ragamuffin. looking at pictures of those cats, it seems like she represents her breed best when she’s been out in the rain for a bit! she must put a lot of work into those curls.

check out this sequence at the end of page 3. this is soooo cute! lucy getting so visibly envious of someone else getting attention from mike feels like a rarity...

paulo shows up to boast about his breed too! the more they compare their genetics, the weirder it feels. but in a goofy way, because it’s all obviously so lighthearted! paulo is a somali, and the way his breed looks in real life reminds me of a warrior cats character. he mentions his dad is “kinda lion-ish,” can’t wait to see that guy. i headcanon him as sounding like bob from bob’s burgers.

this is another really cute sequence. i like seeing mike and lucy just be friends. sooo cute... and LOOK AT DAISY!! THE SPELL CANNOT BE BROKEN!! PAULO IS TOO COOL!! i’m huge on paulo x daisy so i’m probably gonna gush like that whenever i see them together, haha

the following panels are also such a fun microcosm of what paulo and lucy are. it’s like, the easiest way to explain their dynamic to someone. so perfect!

anyways, yashy claims to be a golden retriever (obviously unintentional but it reminds me of all those “attack helicopter” jokes from like 2016) and david shows up asking to hook up with the supposed golden retriever, only to see yashy and blanch, somehow avoiding getting called the p-word. i wonder why mike gets singled out so much? poor guy.

in the final panel, we get a really funny david drawing and they toss in sue and amaya’s breeds for us to gobble up like the LEECHES we are. obviously, sue is a european burmese, but she’s missing some of the markings you might expect from a cat like her. amaya is a super obvious tabby though, she’s right.

i figured i wouldn’t have much to say about this chapter, since it’s pretty one-note. i’m fine with putting it all in one big post! NEXT TIME: Gone Fishing!

#scratch.txt #reread #bittersweet candy bowl #bcb #lucy #yashy #mike #daisy #paulo #david #sue #amaya #show and tell

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gurkemeie · 1 year

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i didnt know it was bob dylans song for the longest time. i didnt need to know of the supposed controversy tied to it, just hearing it in 2022 automatically made my ears perk in Unease.

but im glad i found out, because i love how it recontextualizes the song, hearing it from her. its completely unrecognizable from the original.

listening to just like a woman is incredibly comforting. its like having a heart to heart. a therapy session.

because ive been made to feel like there is. always. something wrong with me. im too much, im not hitting my marks, im not supposed to be here. things like that.

ive been made to feel like womanhood isnt mine to claim, because i don't??? i dont even know anymore. i dont play the part well enough seems to be the essence of it.

(or, that sometimes i do, but then its twisted into something to be of service to men specifically. oh men like childlike naivete, youre lucky youre just like that naturally. a real sentence that has been uttered to me)

and then im unreasonable for feeling anything towards such statements, theyre not real, noone has actually said that, its all in my head, im too fragile and too sensitive and reading malice where there is none.

(in that case, im suddenly not childlike or naive anymore, im too much in an entirely different way)

and i think the last bit hurts the most because all this vitriol is supposedly coming from me, then? all this ugliness is my own creation?

ive grown to be defensive when it comes to my identity. like, whos gonna tell me who i am? but i dont want that to be taken away from me. because being isnt something that happens in solitude. i think we all build each other. i am because of a group effort.

when people who care about me tell me what im like, i feel so loved.

when im listening to roberta flack sing the words that are usually said condecendingly, the words from a man with a misguided sense of what it is to love a woman; when she sings it with so much softness, it transforms into something else entirely.

i claim this because every time i hear this song it makes me feel so loved.

and they are ultimately the same thing, being seen and being so loved.

i suspect she knows, that being a woman is more than the stories we tell, that its so complicated and messy and jarrring and beautiful and elusive of any rigid idea that we try to pin it to.

and so i feel comfortable claiming womanhood.

its the result of what i built alongside everyone whos ever loved me. all my quirks and all my peeves. they are what give me enough conviction to say, without having to worry about how to place myself in accordance with narrow ideas of what it is to be:

i am a woman, specifically because I said so, and so I am one.

on purpose, clumsily, earnestly;

i am just like a woman.

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locally339 · 2 years

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feeling like i should at least explain this shitty ass drama I've been in for the last who knows long before NuggetB0iYT comes after me with his gang or whatever you want to call it. more or less, this just feels like someone trying to milk the fuck out of things that aren't even worth riling up anyone over in my opinion.

for all i know this happened a few months ago and my memory is often foggy over things like this so this is as much as i can remember clearly about what happened to me, my friends, and even my boyfriend.

i was on discord, in my boyfriend's server (we weren't dating yet) and i was just hanging out with some friends. the server was always nearly quiet due to Nugget spamming mute on literally anyone he could, but we eventually moved on from that.

for what i know, SpacyQuaser5617 was his favorite to harass. almost daily i could see Nugget talking about things like how Spacy is a baby or how he'd like to hurt him. nearly pushed him to suicide but in the end, Spacy was still alive, and everyone eventually moved on from that (now that im thinking about it i should have tried to help Spacy before he blocked me for whatever reason)

I was in a bad mood at the time and nothing was really helping to calm me down or whatever so I dm'ed a few people, and then I went to the server I usually went before it was deleted by Nugget.

Spacy's 1 week mute had finally expired, and he actually got to speak for a minute. all he says before probably being muted again was something like "i'm back"

Nugget is online and just responds with "welcome to hell"

all I said in response to that was just 8 simple words, and thats what set off the ticking timebomb.

"well, with you here, I can see why"

and I ended up getting backlash after backlash for that. random dms from random people that were most likely alt accounts of him and his friends, and some of the people i knew well weren't spared the backlash either. I swear I saw a channel celebrating one of my friends getting really sick as well.

sometime when I started dating my current boyfriend, videos started surfacing about him harassing someone in perfect English.

it was obviously sketchy with some of the claims.

1. the harassment claims were weird because he was speaking proper english, correct grammar and everything despite him at the time not knowing English that well. (he is Brazilian)

2. the rule 34 accusations seemed more like an inside joke that went too far instead of something to be taken seriously. (if anyone really has any proof William Cat draws rule 34 could you please link here? the one image he has on rule 34 doesn't count since it doesn't match any of his artstyles.)

3. him forcing a relationship on two people that i have looked up countless times and don't show any results. maybe they do exist but there was no proof that i could find of this being real so for now this stays debunked.

there is a few more things i would like to point out, for anyone really looking for some proper dirt on Nugget, but i can't prove too much as usually when he does this kind of thing, it's gone before i can screenshot it.

he has posted NSFW art of bob x opheebop in a server with mostly minors.

he has (if you already haven't gotten the hint) harassed multiple people over and over again, me being one of the victims obviously.

and he has drawn some questionable art of characters, minor characters. (i only have one image but if you ask around there might be a few more people who have more proof than i do)

one more thing to address, he has attempted to try and resolve this, but all he said was the equivalent of that he's black and i'm not.

do whatever you want with this information. if you're gonna take my side, go ahead. if you're gonna take Nuggets side, all i can say is good luck defending someone who's only excuse of why he should keep doing things like this is that he's black. there's a lot more to be addressed, but that's all i can remember. you can dm me on Twitter for the proof. till then i feel like I've said enough.

Locally_Blob is my Twitter username. dm me and if im awake i'll show you the proof.

this probably won't go anywhere as always, but i don't really care if it does anymore. I've tried again and again but it always just vanishes from whatever i post it on. so thanks to whoever keeps spam reporting it to make it disappear or whatever is going on just to protect someone who really needs a wake-up call at this point.

if Nugget can expose my boyfriend for things that happened half a year ago, i can expose Nugget for things that happened half a year ago.

locally339 signing off. goodnight.

#explanation #controversy #blobsona #discord stuff #call out #long reads #i swear i'm not making this up

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ambassador1981 · 2 years

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My response to the Eminem diss by game. I wrote it on my breaks today at work so its still raw. Its just for fun.

Nice song but not a hard diss/ get more stream taking a long piss/ best quip was the little Debbie line/ but slim has a deadly mind/ that will turn it on you / like Ninjutsu / using your own move against you/ so here what slim do

Thanks for pointing out that my mom was a victim/ that helps explain the mon chosen syndrome/ but it’s a viscous circle so I’m the victimizer/ you gonna get it too because I’m not a Mizer/ the equalizer got me energized to/ but you can’t take this energy if I replied to you/ so I’ll let my stans take care of my light weight / until you come up with lines to respond right away/ RightNow you’re just taunting me/ thinking I’m yellow like how jaundice be/ but you don’t astonish me/ why don’t you admonish me/ about how I’m played out but honestly / your the one getting outplayed and out ranked/ let’s see what happens with dill matic/ and Nas still laughing/ because you think you bring the ether/ but your more pissed than ureatha / with a yeast infection / from when you sliding down the stripper pole/ hope you are getting swole/ because the world bout to here what they didn’t know/ unlike your diss I’ll bring the dirt/ don’t be suprized if your diss don’t even work/

charge it to The game / im coming charging at game/ for playing the race card and charting his fame/ by mentioning EMS name/ just like Mgk/ but you in the ranks/ for worst diss track / and I wanna even give back/ the hate I gave to MGk/ because compared to him/ you really ranked/ in that you really stank/ you really tanked/ but there’s no limit to the level you’ll stoop/ so get your goons li goof/ and lace up your boots/ and face up to truth/ the only blood shed Is you/ guess it’s that time of the month/ where your like a guy rhyming at lunch / who complains in his rhymes / before it’s time in to punch/ so take your midol/ and take a write off/ because your bout to get taxed/ more than a Tampax / or the gas tax/ or a gift tax but you can’t give back/ all sells are final upon transaction/ this is the final clap that ends your rapping / try to clap back / and you’ll be clamped back/ into the clasps / for the spinal tap incision/ call this drill rap music envisioned / if others think drillmatic is anything but still music / and I’m doctor giggles/ letting off lot of giggles/ listening to the game jot his riddles/ poor joker don’t know his Batman villains / and for those that think that man’s killing/ just understand that he don’t rep black man feelings/ when saying EMS trying to be African/ or that marshall Mathers is not mattering/ yet he’s all that’s in your rhymes / must be all that’s in your mind/ ever since the super bowl/ you felt like you went from being in the know / to being out in the blistering cold/ I don’t hear a listening soul / saying you had a blizering flow/ but you blisters show from Your stripper pole/ better get that checked out/ but now that the doctor has left out/ your left with out your clout/ that you chased by letting his name out your mouth/ we can live without your sound/ and if your about to pounce/ remember he’s about game hunting/ and game fronting/ Your praying that EM says something/ so you can stay fronting/ when you release a so-called rebuttle/ in this so called scuttle/ that’s really a marking tactic / you know marshall is attracted / he smell blood in the water/ like a shark before he gnashes/ but this blood into deep and he’s sinking/ what was you thinking/ for now your in the water bobbing/ but you’ll be taken straight out of Bompton/

And before you think I’m looking dumb/ because I don’t know what hood you from/ all I can say is you claim LA/ but your leak on the leakers/ went off the railway/ so why you on the hate train/ you gonna get ran over by a freight train/ if you think EM don’t come from the same stain/ as the viruses inside the matrix mainframe/ and that’s not even the main thang/ listening to you gives me brain drain/ not because I’m challenged/ yeah you got the talent/ but your motive for seeming to be bout it/ is making everyone highly doubt it/ your mind must be clouded/ your not firmly grounded/ like an ant to mountain / your anything but outstanding/ night as well hang the gloves up/ because EM got a bloodlust for false flaggers/ that blabber elven flabbergasted/ you met your match kid/ and I got the matches/ to flare up any beef you want to rear up. Try to studd up and you’ll get put down/ this game is cooked now/ serve him on a platter to snobs that look down/ because they were never invited to black cookout/ you should be kicked from the house of hip hop/ because you are a big loss/

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Prompt: Vampire Chris drunk on blood?

CW: Drunkenness, drug addiction, blood drinking, vampirism, creepy abusive comfort, WWI-period-appropriate xenophobia and brief vague possible homophobia reference, dehumanization, war whump

"Now, that'll get you blotto faster'n French liquor," Kirk says, sinking back against the muddy trench wall, careless for the dirt caking itself into the hair at the nape of his neck.

His helmet lay beside him upside down on the ground, and his brown hair was free to explode in its wealth of curls, a kind of halo around his head. He had one arm out, sleeve rolled back. His hands were caked in mud and smeared with drying dirt - above the line of his sleeve, though, the skin was paper-white, almost clammy.

It was this white skin that the vampire's fangs were buried in.

"Shit, Holden, y'gotta have 'im bite you, too." Kirk's grin widens. The shells had gone silent but every man flinches, now and then, hearing a phantom sound or feeling a rumble beneath their feet.

At least it's finally stopped goddamn raining.

The venom rolls through Kirk's veins, soothing his jangled nerves. He can barely feel the trembling in his hands and it feels like his mind, when it's in him. He's a farm kid from western Nebraska, the second son and not needed so much as the first to bring the crops in. So here he is, learning to love the feeling of teeth in his skin.

Maybe when he gets shipped back home he'll stick to the cities. They say the vampires have their dens there, where they can hide. You can buy venom enough to quiet your mind for a day or two, the city boys tell him.

They're in it as deep as he is, now.

Feels like half the American army is itching for venom these days.

"No thank you. I'm not gonna get sent home and start chasing fangs like the rest of you." Holden squints, looking up into the dark sky, the rolling clouds that seem far too close to the ground. "It'll rain again soon."

"When isn't it going to rain again soon? Oh, right, when it's already bloody raining." That's a Brit, they just call him Tommy. No one knows his real name.

He claims to hate them all, but since half his unit was blasted apart two days ago, he's hung with the 'Yanks' close enough. Kirk thinks he's fond of them, even if he won't admit it. Or just scared to be alone. He can understand that. He's terrified of the thought himself. "Shove the little vamp over to me, Kirk, I want some."

The vampire pulls his fangs free, licking over the wounds he's made until they close. He's a skinny little thing, pale as paper with bright red hair they stuff under his helmet when he's running medic checks in No Man's Land, trying to make him less obvious. Sure, he can't die from gas, but he can be blown to bits by a whizz-bang fast as any living soldier can.

"Please," The vampire says, turning big green eyes up to Kirk. "I, I, I'm tired, please, can I sleep?"

He's got heavy dark circles under his eyes. It's kind of cute.

"No," Kirk answers, curt, shoving the vampire away by his head, watching him fall into the mud. His uniform is marked with it, now, a dab of dirt over the 'V' sewn next to his medic's cross. There's a satisfaction, in Kirk, just in seeing the little thing laid low.

He won't die in this war, and Kirk probably will, but before that happens he can at least hurt something he can see. You can't see old Fritz when you fire on him from a distance - but you can see a vampire flinch in the dirt. It's not much.

It's something.

"Must be daytime," Holden speaks up, still staring up at the clouds. "You can't tell, weather like this, but if the fangs're tryin' to sleep, must be day."

"He sleeps when we're done with him, and not a moment before." Kirk's voice is a murmur, eyes half-closed. He's drifting in it, the way the venom dulls and deadens the eternal ache in his back and legs. The Germans could come roaring over the bags right this second and Kirk wouldn't give a damn at all. Let them kill him, at least he can go with venom in his veins, not as a basket case carried off the field. "Not a second before. Go on, bloodsucker. Get over to Tommy and help him get some shut-eye, huh?"

"I've been drinking all night, pulled some rations off someone," Tommy groans, rubbing his fingers at his temples. "It's done no good at all." It's a funny little gesture, so oddly normal and casual. Reminds Kirk of home.

His throat tries to close, homesickness bowling him over. The wish to return to his mother's worn smile, sit down to dinner and have her ask him about his day, when his problems revolved around the harvest and the hard backs of the pews in church-

He takes a breath, forcing it back, and gives the vampire a vicious kick in the ribs, listening to his high-pitched cry and how he curls around himself with a smile of his own.

Oh, he'll die, probably. The others from his town already have. But he can remind himself he's still alive, for now. One way or another. He can cause pain he can't feel himself, for once.

"I said get over to Tommy and smooth out his sharp bits, bloodfuck."

"Yes, um, y-yes, Kirk," The vampire says, pulling himself onto his hands and knees. His fingers are smashed into the mud deep enough to nearly disappear. If they could only get a few days of sunlight to dry out all this dirt, it wouldn't be such hell.

As it is, his socks've been damp for weeks, his boots feel like they're caging his feet in a swamp. He's worried about trenchfoot and trying not to think about it. He stole these boots off a dead German when his own started to fall apart, anyway.

He could've probably gotten new ones, but... it had felt good, taking something from Fritz after Fritz took so much from him.

Kirk tries not to remember that the German soldiers he fights have never caused him a single moment's harm on purpose. They're only fighting for the same reasons he is - because someone higher up who doesn't give a damn about them said to.

Kirk had been all gung-ho for the war until he'd been sent over here to fight it. All those articles in the newspapers, all the speeches given by men standing in town squares... it had all made it seem so patriotic.

They never tell you, Kirk thinks bitterly, that you'll be sent into a slaughterhouse. They don't tell you you'll spend your day breaking a vampire's fingers one by one just to watch them heal back into place and listen to his little cries.

Just to pass the time.

"Trade me your flask while the fangs takes care of you," Kirk says, and Tommy hands it over easy enough.

He watches Tommy grab the vampire by one arm and yank him over, vicious and violent, making the vampire boy cry out again. The sound is starting to grate on Kirk's nerves. It makes him sound too human. He hates being reminded that every vampire used to be a person.

He drinks whatever's in the Brit's flask, and it burns down his throat just the way he needs it to. Wipes out his worries, relaxes shoulders that seem always to be tensed up nearly to his chin.

His mama's a teetotaler, back in Nebraska. He'd been one, too, until the first bombardment. Now he drinks anything he could get his hands on, and the officers mostly looked the other way.

"Bite," Tommy orders. Kirk raises his eyebrows when Tommy doesn't roll up his sleeve but pushes the vampire's face instead towards his neck, turning his head to the side to bare it.

His eyes meet Kirk's, and he smiles, bitterly. "Works faster this way," He explains. Kirk just watches as the vampire's fangs glint in the eternal dim twilight, hesitating before they bury themselves in Tommy's skin.

The little monster's back arches, pressing them chest-to-chest. A low rumble comes from somewhere deep inside, the animal sound the vampire makes during a good feed. He doesn't do it much with the regular unit any longer, they mocked him for it and one day he stopped.

The vampire's throat works as he drinks, and Tommy's arm slides around the monster's thin shoulders, forcing him closer. He's nearly kissing his forehead, this way.

It's an embrace, and altogether more intimate of one than Kirk thought he'd ever see from the cold, standoffish Brit. He feels a blush creeping up his neck and his cheeks as Tommy lets his head fall back, groaning softly in a kind of contentment as the venom hits. The sound isn't quite like a groan at all, it's more like-

"Fucking hell, Tommy, are you an invert?"

"Invert suggests I give a damn what bites me," Tommy replies, without opening his eyes. His slurred speech deepens, goes slow. His hand curves around the vampire's shoulder, holding him tightly. "I'm after oblivion, lads. I don't care what parts the fangs have that give it to me."

"Fang-chaser," Holden says, good-naturedly. Clearly not bothered the way Kirk is. Maybe that's just his farmboy past talking, that he's even unsettled at all. Maybe Tommy's got a point - who cares what's between a vampire's legs if you're only interested in the damn thing's mouth in the first place? "Fucking fang-chaser, that's what you are. End up in a den getting your hips bit like Oscar Wilde."

"Who's Oscar Wilde?"

Holden laughs. "You should try reading a book or three sometime, Kirk."

"Sure, sure, whenever I get the damn time in-between running over this blasted nothing. In any case, Tommy's definitely a fang-chaser."

"Guilty as charged... just like you two." Tommy's hand slides up into the vampire's hair, gripping tight and gently pulling backwards. The vampire's fangs slide free, and it laps at the wounds, rapidly. Tommy groans again. Kirk finds himself unable to look away at the bob of Tommy's throat. How good does it feel, in the neck? He's never thought to try it. He thinks about it now. "Turn me in to face discipline for unnatural relations with the fangs and I'll do the same to you."

"Yeah, yeah, we got it. Fucking Limey bastard." There's no real animosity in Kirk's voice. He's too distracted, drunkenly considering the vampire boy's mouth. Wondering if he knows how to kiss. "You shared your liquor, I shared our bloodsucker, we're both of us in it to our necks."

"Not me," Holden says, innocent and pure as the driven snow. As if he weren't the one to give Kirk the idea to use the venom in the first place.

Kirk throws a clot of mud at him, which he dodges, laughing. They're all laughing, soon enough, except for the fangs.

The vampire lays there, his head pressed to Tommy's chest and forcibly held in place by his arm. His eyes are slightly wide, unfocused, and Kirk leans forward.

"What's this, then? What'd you do to the fangs, Tommy?"

"Hm? Nothing. Oh, I'm pissed as can be, do they feel the liquor in your blood?"

"I'm guessing they sure do. You drunk, fangs?"

The vampire's eyes drift over to Kirk, move too far to one side, come back again. He swallows, thickly. "I... I think I, I, I am," He says, and tries to push back against Tommy's chest, to free himself.

The Brit's arm crushes him back into place, his other hand moving up to run through the vampire boy's dirt red hair, petting him like one of the ambulance dogs. Kirk and Holden laugh at the vampire's weakness. "Stay right where you are," Tommy murmurs. "Or I'll run you through with my bayonet and let you squirm all day."

"Christ," Kirk says, blinking. "That's a bit rough, isn't it?"

"He's not alive, what does it matter?" Tommy lets out a bitter little laugh. "Might as well get a preview of our own ends, shouldn't we?"

"You two, maybe." Holden crawls into the dugout, the little bed-space, a kind of cave dug in underneath the upper layers of the trench. He lays down on his back, closing his eyes, hands behind his head. "I'm going to go back home and never think of you lot ever again."

"I pray every night to make it home," Kirk says, nodding along. "Not sure anyone's listening, but I got to try, don't I?"

"What happens to the fangs, anyway?" The Brit looks up, rocking a little back and forth. As if the bloodsucker were a baby needing soothing. The vampire boy has relaxed against him, the liquor-laced blood he drank lulling him into a complacent bonelessness. Kirk watches the vampire boy's fingers start to tap over the Brit's chest, a strange movement he's seen the boy do before in his few relaxed moments between the scream of the shells. He hums, low in his throat, tuneless.

"Huh?" Kirk blinks. "What d'you mean, what happens to him?"

"After the war's done. What are they gonna do with the bloodsuckers? Can't exactly pin a bloody ribbon for valor on them and send them on their way, now can they?"

"Nope. I don't know what happens. Maybe they'll just stake them all and have done with them."

The vampire shudders, giving a little whimper. Tommy leans down, lips moving against the vampire's hair. "Ssssshhhh. Not to worry, little fangs. War's not over just yet, now is it?"

"N-... no. Not, not, not, not yet." The vampire's eyes close, pink-tinged tears creating pale tracks in his dirty face. He's a sad drunk, then, Kirk figures.

Aren't they all, these days.

"Maybe you'll outlive us all, and make fools of us for keeping you." Tommy speaks with a patronizing affection, as mocking as it is tender, petting through the creature's hair still. It's... unsettling to watch. Kirk had figured the Brits and French probably killed all their vamps, since they were all disturbed by the sight of the vampire medics when the doughboys first arrived in Europe.

This, though... this makes it seem like Tommy's known a vampire or two himself, in his life. And he's sure as fuck not unfamiliar to what venom is good for outside of giving relief from agony to the injured.

Kirk frowns, thoughtful.

He's turned into a thoughtful drunk, too, thanks to this goddamn war. Sad and thoughtful. What a fucking waste.

"Sleep," Tommy says, almost gently, to the drunk little vampire. "I've got you. Sleep, little one."

The vampire's eyes slip closed. He doesn't breathe - there's no sense of his chest rising and falling. Kirk has to look away before the sense of wrongness, watching Tommy cuddle a corpse, makes him sick.

He takes a long, long draught from the flask, and relishes the burn that reminds him he's human, and alive.

His own eyes slip shut, and he prays for an hour or two of sleep before the next screaming shell bursts overhead.

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