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ask-spoilt-pizza-au · 10 months

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First up, Pepperman and The Vigilante!

(( Why both at once? Cause they're constantly together anyway, it'd be a shame to split them apart.

More or less I wanted to lean into the personalities they have already, but to crank em up a bit.

They're two of the five strongest creations in the tower, as well as close friends of P. his leads them both to be rather simply manipulated by him, especially given how gradual it was.

Pepperman is a loud and proud figure, constantly boasting about his mastery of the arts and his determination and perseverance to never half-ass any of his creations was there for everyone to see.

Thus, P started taking advantage of that.

P would constantly commission Pepperman. At first it was in reasonable quantities, maybe a painting every so often, maybe a little statuette here and there. But the amount and speed that P started demanding became absurd.

Pepperman deep down could tell that he was accepting more work than he can handle, but his pride wouldn't listen. He kept staying up longer and longer to finish the pieces, to the point where if you were to ask, he probably wouldn't even remember the last time he painted or even sketched for himself. Or when he last slept.

That's the state our protagonists would hind him in; very very overworked.

Rather unfinished first encounter with Pepperman^ (Check alt text if anything is hard to understand)

And here's a bunch of miscellaneous art of him (explanations in alt):

Vigilante is a serious and gruff fellow who puts his farm and the people he cares about before himself. He used to be a Vigilante until he got promoted to the Sheriff not too long ago. Now he just wears the name cause he's used to it. No outlaw can escape his wrath, as he's very handy with a gun and loves practicing using it in sparring matches.

This is where P ruins that for him.

P used to just have fun little matches with Vigi, fighting fair and often allowing him to win as just a thanks for spending time with him. But, as time went on, it became relentless.

P would constantly attempt to catch Vigi off-guard to "test his reflexes", not quite to the point of keeping him awake, but rather just making him paranoid and fearful of each minute he's awake. His hand was constantly on the trigger of his gun to feel at least a little in control. And P doesn't go easy on him either. He's left actual dents and errors in the cheese, wounds that shouldn't even be possible.

But Vigilante doesn't know how to stop it. If he were to say stop, he'd be angering his boss and more importantly friend. He cares about the time they've spent together, but knows at the same time that this is becoming far too much for him to handle.

And that's how you meet him, high-strung, worried about disappointing P.

I never finished the intro to him, but it would've taken place not along after Pepperman's. In fact, in the same room, like, canonically like ten minutes apart. He'd go in there to discuss about getting ready for P's big event and just casually reveal to Peppibow about them being a clone, which would lead to quite a bit of tension as well as the proper in color introduction to P.

Misc art of Vigi:

Their relationship would be up in the air. They were gonna be written as friends, but could be read as whatever the reader wants.

Vigilante would often drag Phil (as he calls Pepperman, since it's his real name), to Noisette's Cafe as a way to relax whenever he was pushing himself too hard.

Pepperman would be there to hear Vigi discuss his situation and give advice, which more or less fell on deaf ears, but were appreciated nonetheless.

They've been friends as long as they can remember, to the point that they can't even remember ever meeting, just that they always knew eachother.

Comic of Vigilante pulling Phil away from his work to take a break^ (I was gonna originally make a better digital version but haven't gotten to it)

First refs of them^

Bonus info:

Pepperman's final design doesn't have a bow, since its colors would've been decided by askers. Thus it would've been added after the votes were in.

Vigi was originally gonna have a cheese pattern bow that would work similar to the patterns do in Chowder.

All of Fun Farm is Vigilante's farm.

Pepperman would be on the spectrum.

I forgot that Pepperman's small form exited while making him, so he has nothing to do with that.

Vigilante was planned to die in one of the drafts after revealing to Peppibow that they're a clone, as P had specifically told Vigi and the other bosses not to do that, and thus gets angered. P would pop his hand through a portal, crush the life out of him and then drag him away, leaving Pepperman and everyone else in the room horrified. And that was one of planned introductions to P. I decided against it, as Vigi didn't really do anything to deserve that fate and plus it would've been rather anti-climactic in general.

#spoilt pizza au #pizza tower au #pizza tower #vigilante #pepperman #I'm gonna format all of them similarly to this #But reveal em in interesting ways at least #I hope #The order will be from least story involved to most #Not importance #At least to me #Cause Pepperman is important to me in very context and so is Vigi #I care them dearly #And that's why they're just mega hc versions of the original Pizza Tower characters #I guess that's technically what all the characters in this AU are like #Except maybe Fake Peppino #Who knows

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lheslie · 1 year

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Taehoon with an S/O who has a kid

He never thought he'd fall for someone who has a kid

He doesn't like babysitting that's for sure. He thinks kids are disgusting eating boogers and snots.

But your kid is well behaved. Sometimes too energetic but is very clean.

"I make sure they're always clean, so they won't get sick." You tell him while feeding the kid some food

The kid in question was just looking at Taehoon.

This kid was basically planned by you and your ex-lover m, but your ex-lover just decided he wasn't ready and left you, and the kid behind.

Even though your lover had left. You still studied in to finish school.

Your kid was shy, hiding behind you while looking at Taehoon and Taehoon just stares back at him like there was a staring contest.

But one day you had something important to go to and no one was going to watch your kid so you asked Taehoon if it was alright for him to watch them.

Taehoon didn't like the idea but he had no choice since you were practically begging him.

The kid was looking at him staring. "What do ya want?" he asked the kid and the kid shrugged.

"Then just sit there and be quiet." He said as he started to exercise and the kid was just staring at him but was now amazed.

The kid started to imitate him. Taehoon noticed "Ya like that?" he asked at the kid nodded.

He walked some the storage room and took out some Dobok and gave it to him.

"Lemme teach ya Taekwondo" He said as the kid took the clothes.

"Uhm, I don't know how to wear these." Your kid said as Taehoon sighs and helps the kid change into clothes and even gave him a white belt.

The kid was jumping in joy ready to learn Taekwondo as Taehoon explained the origin of Taekwondo.

Later you came back to take your kid home to see them training with Taehoon.

You thought it was adorable. You were just watching them as your child noticed you and ran to you.

"Took ya long enough. The kid started imitating me when I practiced so I taught them some. You practically owe me some fees."

You giggled "How much?"

"Nah, just kidding."

You were happy they started bonding.

Taehoon still wasn't used being with a kid but he learned to adapt.

He noticed your kid was matured for their age. The kid was understanding but still sometimes naughty.

He stopped cussing, smoking and drinking beer whenever the kid was around.

He even started to buy the kid some gifts.

If the kids sometimes a bit naughty he'd kick them. Not too hard tho.

Your kid basically learned some things from Taehoon.

The kid basically bacame Taehoon Jr. You were actually shocked when your kid started to cuss. And you got mad about it.

Your kid is understanding and would not cuss inside the household. They would only cuss whenever they're outside beating the shit out of people.

Taehoon would basically be proud of them. And one time they accidentally called Taehoon dad and Taehoon smiled.

Even though your kid was a Taehoon Jr. They were still respectful and kind it's a good thing you were their parent.

He would also use the kid as dumbells and your kid is enjoying it.

He almost can't wait to see Taehoon everyday.

"Stop being loud kid."

"Shut yer trap"

"Slow down ya might trip again"

"Yer too annoying"

"If you got lost, I won't be finding you."

"No, means no." will buy the kid what they want in the end.

He can't resist the kid.

He would mostly Teach the kid to live how ever they want.

"Ya wanna do what? Yea sure. Just don't die. I don't got no money for yer burial expenses."

If the kid got into fights. Taehoon would only care if the kid won.

"Ya should've crippled them" Taehoon said to your kid while he was applying ointments."

"Taehoon..." You sigh.

"What? You shouldn't give em any chances of attacking again."

"Look, I'm proud that they stood up for themselves but crippling them would mean Jail and I don't want them to go to Jail" You tell Taehoon.

"Relax, we can bail em." Taehoon said as you just looked at him wide eyed.

"Really?"

#how to fight #htf #viral hit #how to fight seong taehoon #how to fight taehoon #how to fight taehoon x reader #how to fight x reader #htf taehoon #viral hit taehoon #viral hit x reader #taehoon x reader #seong taehoon

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oddball-artz · 2 months

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OMG YOU HAVE SPOONS!!!!!! YIPPIE!!!! (probably bc you got a good night's sleep)

And if you know me at all, be prepared for the sea of questions>:]

1) Go into detail about Dalia and Sabrina and their family in the second Gen au. Any Hcs or stuff?

2) Nyx and his relationship with his family.

3) (idk if it was onyx or nyx who had the ED, I forgor their names are so similar).Go into detail Abt thier ED, tho.

4) For the love of God drop Hcs till I die, I don't care for who, I just NEED them.

And, if you have spoons don't be afraid to look in your inbox for any other asks I may have sent/nf (bc both me and you forget about the asks tbh)

And as always, ily platonically, man :333

It is not the sleep, I don't need sleep, idk what it was if it wasn't the sleep, but im not being proven wrong /j

I've only got a couple, and they're pretty Dalia centric, but you can have em

Dalia picked up a bunch of tips and tricks for dealing with kids both from helping raise her siblings and from treating kids as a nurse, uses them all the time, her personal favorite thay she's picked up is doubling bedsheets when kids are sick so that if they get dirty you can just take it off and make it a later problem while you comfort said sick child. Dalia is also very sentimental as a parent, cries at every ceremony and graduation. Sometimes she'll say something that sounds like her mother and she goes quiet for a while after that. I have a feeling that Sabrina and Dalia's house tends to be the designated 'safe house' for Vee and Jasper's friends. Dalia's actually kind of happy about this, in her mind it's confirmation that she's not her mother. (This may or may not be based on the fact that my house irl is the safehouse). All I have rn, sorry

Next up Nyx, my boy. He feels like a walking second place trophy compared to all his siblings. Brushes it off in an Rottmnt Leo sort of way, through humor and a facade of confidence. Desperately wants anyone to be proud of him. Takes his little siblings out crimeing™️ together sometimes, and is like the number one supporter of their shenanigans. Let's them steal his shit, as long as they don't get caught(bc he taught them better than that). The only thing he'd put up a fight against having stolen is his binder, but that's about it.

Oh and Onyx is the one with an ED, she has anorexia specifically. It started with her just trying to lose weight, she's fairly light, but her frame is wide, so she didn't see any results and things got drastic from there, especially when people started making fun of her for her body. She's super sensitive to comments about her body, and the bullying just made it so much worse. She hates looking at herself, in mirrors, in pictures, anything. It's like her eyes pick out the flaws every time and she can't stand it. So she's trying to 'fix' herself, much to the worry of the people around her. She eats in the dream bubbles, but that's only because she knows that it isn't real. Harlow noticed this and has started sneaking food into the dream bubbles just so Onyx eats for once. Onyx still hasn't caught onto this.

And various hcs about the sillies

Onyx spins her drumsticks between her fingers when she's bored, she can do it really fast too

Nyx's hoodie he wears in his sprite is his dysphoria hoodie

Gray has a lot of little interests she keeps hidden. They tend to be niche and geeky, so she hides them to protect her image

Nyx can project his voice loud enough to yell over the band

Onyx is only ever quiet when she's flustered or thinking about somthing, other than that there's usually at least a dull chatter coming from her

Onyx is very physically affectionate, she straight up tackle hugs people.

Gray was a pageant kid,and his parents were very competitive about it. They still have all their sashes from it too

Onyx doesn't fight for herself, but if you say something bad about someone she cares about that's when she starts a fight. Starting fights like that is what got her thrown through a window that one time

Onyx is the one who started calling Alison peepaw, and it just stuck after that

When Alison sleeps she doesn't snore, she shuffles through radio channels under her breath, kind of like sleeptalking

Speaking of Alison, he's insecure about the radio affect his voice has

Alison is very protective of the kids she's 'adopted' (usually underclassmen, but they've also taken most of the radio class under their wing)

#Alison Akari (oc)#Nyx Roughhouse (oc)#Dalia Kalmeren (oc)#Gray Arison (oc)#Onyx Brighton (oc)#asks #answered ask #oc headcanons #epithet erased oc #oc lore #pretty much just an infodump lol

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lunapwrites · 11 months

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It's summer.

You're standing in your parents kitchen, wearing your little brother's shorts and hoping no one says anything about it. (They don't even notice.) It's hot as hell, stuffy; windows open, since you've got the sort of parents that have air conditioning but don't like to use it. There's a little breeze that flutters the weird lacy half-curtains, wind chime ringing, but it dies halfway across the countertop. So there you are, bare feet and sticky linoleum floors. Everything's fucking Pepto Bismol pink.

Mom's fussing at the stove, smacking pots and pans and cussing under her breath (and over it too) and you can see the hair sticking to the back of her neck too. Stubborn. She smacks the pot down, grabs her purse, rifles around in it. Calls your name. Turns around to shove five dollar bills into your hand, run down to the store and grab a gallon of milk. You're, what, fourteen? Fifteen? So no car yet, but you've got a bike you like to ride down the hill at the end of the road - no hands, no pedaling. Just cool, easy breeze.

It's a shame the store's a mile in the other direction, on an incline.

Still, you could go for a ride. Beats sweating your ass off here.

You grab your backpack and your Diskman, headphones hooked round your ears, and set off at a good clip while still in sight of the house. (Slower once you get past the fuck off huge rhododendrons lining the drive. You're in no rush.) It's still hot, but you can lift your elbows a bit now, get a breeze flowing. Glide along the pavement a bit - you're not at the uphill bit yet. It's bright out, clouds making a valiant attempt but the sun's not fucking having it, not today. The sky's a faded sort of blue. Jeans that went through the wash half a dozen times too many, knees all worn out. There's honeysuckle thick on the air, twisting up and into the pines. Little white blooms dotted all along the deepest green. If you were walking, you'd grab one to chew on, sweet like red clover.

There's a low hum of life around you, loud enough to hear over the music blasting in your ears. A rattle and seethe of insects and frogs and birds, chirping and chattering in the woods as you ride by. They don't bother you. (The ticks won't either if you keep off the grass.) The only cars around are the ones parked in driveways, half-hidden by trees and bushes and custom mailboxes. Some of em have little signs with last names you don't recognize but your parents probably do. They know everyone.

You weave around the middle of the road, lazy like, one hand dropped to your side. It's quiet. Speed limit's 45, and no one's around to hit it. Certainly not you. There's horse shit on the side of the road, somewhat fresh, and a long-dead deer, less fresh - nothing but a few bones and a pile of fur melted into the dirt like mold. You wonder if that's where your dog got the ribcage from. He'd brought it home slung over his back like Santa Claus with a bag of toys, ho ho... ohhhh. Little shit was so proud of himself.

(You also wonder when your parents will put up a fence, but you know the answer to that already.)

After a while, you see the store up ahead, stuck in the middle of a criss-cross of intersections no one ever uses. There's a patch of dirt across one street that everyone calls a parking lot (it isn't.) The shop's the same color as your house, same pale yellow siding, but taller. The gas pumps are all gone now, though you don't know why - something about insurance, you can't remember. You were too young then and can't be bothered now. You swing your leg over the side of the bike and dismount while it's still moving - a little trick that always makes you feel fancy. Less so the kickstand that doesn't work. You lay your bike next to the rusty ice box, pause your music, and walk in.

The bells hung on top the door jingle as you walk in, metal-frame door slamming back into place as if to scold you for letting all the cold air out. You probably had.

The place is real dingy on the inside, like some relic of the fifties gone to shit. It's cramped, hardly bigger than your kitchen with shelves so low you can see over them, condensation dripping from every glass door. Dark wood panel walls and yellowy tile floors that were probably white once upon a time - the counters are clean, at least. The AC's on, but you wouldn't know it. There's one of those metal fans with the little ribbons on it perched behind the deli counter, and the owner's sat in front of it melting like a snow cone in his little folding chair. He's watching the world's smallest television from across the room. Local news or something. Looks sweatier than you feel. He grunts hello though, so you know he's not dead yet. That's good; he makes some damn good sandwiches, even if you always pick off everything but the meat and cheese (especially the tomatoes.) Not today's mission, but maybe next time.

You could walk that floor blind, making a bee-line to the fridge - ignoring the siren call of the Good Humor ice cream chest - and popping open the door. You wrap your hand around the cold, wet handle of a gallon of 2%. The sharp plastic seam bites into your knuckles like it always does, and you wince but carry on. You eye the Snapple case; pink lemonade sounds real good. You grab one of those too, and a Twix bar; call it a finder's fee. You take em to the counter, set em down and the owner heaves himself up and over to you. Rings you up on a register older than God while you debate on whether or not to add a pack of Bubble Tape (you decide against it this time.) He drops everything but the milk in a little plastic bag for you. No receipt; you both know you're not bringing anything back. The milk you stuff into your backpack and swing it up onto your shoulders, straps chafing hard against the bare skin there. For the first time, you regret the tank top.

Say hi to your dad for me. Sure thing.

The bells jingle again as you step back out into the sun.

Golden hour's almost over now, sun at your back, kissing the tree tops. You've got the plastic bag wrapped over the left handlebar, and the Snapple bottle keeps clinking against the head tube - glass on metal - so you hook your thumb around it to keep it steady while you're racing back home. The way back is faster, slightly downhill. A good thing, since the bag you're carrying is a little colder, a little wetter than you'd anticipated - you hope to every God you can name that you didn't pop the cap when it smacked against the small of your back. Fingers crossed.

The scenery's the same: still green, still blue. Only now a little darker, a little cooler, a little more crowded as a Ford whips past you going too fast in the other direction. Diesel. You know he's got until the store to slow his ass down to 25 unless he wants every cop in town - all two of them - on his tail. They're hungry out this way. Bored. You all are.

Takes two songs until your front tire hits the dirt of your driveway, crunch of pebbles and dust as you drive straight up to the garage, dismounting just like you did at the shop. Haul your spoils back into the house - still stuffy and eye-searingly pink. Screen door slams behind you. The backpack slips off your right shoulder, swinging onto your left hip as you open it, extracting the prize. One gallon of milk, delivered straight into the fridge, lid intact. Your mother doesn't ask for change; she knows better.

Dinner'll be ready in a bit.

Your shoulders are burning. You head back to your room and swap your CD from your Diskman to your stereo, and lie down on the worn, scratchy carpet. You can hear your brothers fighting in the basement, your mom ripping the door open to shriek full names down the stairs. She mixes them up; it ruins the effect.

You take a long sip of your Snapple - a little sour, a little cloyingly sweet. A little warmer now than you'd like.

It's too fucking hot for this shit.

#summer gothic #my writing #a little time capsule.

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munsontm · 1 year

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'my most significant influence is just real life.' A candid discussion with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson. Gerri Miller.

Metal Edge, 8th March 1991.

On the fifth of February, 1991, Corroded Coffin, a four-piece heavy metal band from Hawkin's Indiana, a rural town rife with tragedy and mystery, made Grammy and music history by being not only the first of the genre to win album of the year but said album also happened to be their debut. The album in question, entitled Stranger Things, is being hailed all over the country as a truly original and thought-provoking journey with a multitude of themes contained in a fantastical and, frequently, dark world narrative. I caught up with the band's frontman, Eddie Munson, in hopes of learning more about the mysterious and polarising figure who shot for the stars on his first try and made it all the way to the moon.

It was a rare rainy morning in downtown LA when I met Eddie at The Beverly Hills Hotel. He told me he'd have preferred to meet at Starbucks or something, but management insisted on somewhere 'fancy' in his words. There's not a shred of his theatrical stage wear or make-up to be seen except for chipped black polish on his nails. He's dressed down in stonewash jeans, a black vest, and a red plaid shirt complete with Nike sneakers that he tells me aren't his. Eddie offered me a cigarette once we got comfortable in the hotel bar, and I felt struck by the disarming power of his smile. I couldn't say no to him, and apparently, neither can America.

How's it going, Eddie?

Eddie: Yeah, you know. Pretty good. This hotel is weird, though, right?

You don't like it?

Eddie: Ehh...it's just kinda snobby for my tastes. It's not very me, I guess. And it's not what I'd like Corroded Coffin to be associated with. None of us come from money, and neither do our fans. We're a band for the 99%, and we're determined to stay true to that. I think I'd straight up quit music if someone told me that Bush liked our tunes.

You're not a fan of the president, then?

Eddie: Dude, what do you think? I grew up with Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan, each more useless than the last, and determined to keep up the status quo of anti-queer, pro-guns, and the nuclear family. That's all they do, like glorified caretakers, I guess. People bitch about change, but they still keep voting for the same two dumb fucks every single time. Where's the progression? It ain't there, man.

Anti-queer, anti-guns and the nuclear family are pretty polarising subjects. How do you feel when people in the industry label you as a polarising figure?

Eddie: I fucking love it. I knew years ago that if we ever made it big, people were gonna hate us. I've always been loud and weird and annoying, never knowing when to shut my mouth. But I'm at peace with it, proud even. Yeah, I'm queer. Freddie (Mercury) doesn't hide it. Why should I? Yeah, I'm pro-feminism, anti-government, anti-society, an atheist, anti-guns, pro-abortion, and pro-drugs. Whatever has been said about me in pro and anti-contexts is probably all true. I'm the antichrist to the normie Americans, and that makes me giggle at night. Let them be mad about it and live in fear of the other for once.

People back in my very conservative hometown hated me, too, because I was different and poor. It's no different from that, and I'm not scared about it anymore, like when I was that kid in Hawkins. The difference now is that there are people out there who like my big mouth. There are freaks all over the country who are just like me. It's pretty fucking cool.

Those are some pretty brave statements to make.

Eddie: Nah. Lots of them are already there on the album. I've never been shy about any of 'em, even when meatheads at our gigs decide to throw bottles at us and act like little bitches. Go watch Axel Rose if you want some fresh bigotry with your metal. Although, is it even really a metal concert if someone doesn't throw something at you? The answer is no. The point is that the stage and the studio are my space to say what I want and then reach other people with the same thinking. I'm not going to stop doing that ever.

What's your private life currently like?

Eddie: Private. Next.

You're very secretive about that part of your life, aren't you?

Eddie: Yeah. Cus, like I said, bigots exist. I might like to suck both dick and eat pussy, and be okay with admitting that to the world. But I'm not stupid enough to give away my private life details where any creep can read them. Can we move on now? [This next part was originally redacted by Eddie, but then he changed his mind.] Still, my partner could be the shit outta any phobe. They fought a bear once and won...more than once.

Sure, Eddie. What first got you into music?

Eddie: I think the first time music really crawled inside my brain was when I heard All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix on the radio one summer. Mmm, I can't remember if I was four or five, but it was around then. It wasn't even about the lyrics. I didn't learn what they were until later. It was the guitar work that blew my tiny baby mind to somewhere else, maybe another plane of existence, albeit temporarily, so unfortunate. But I couldn't get that raw sound out of my mind, and I became instantly addicted, looking for similar sounds everywhere. I'd heard guitars playing before, but never like that. Never that level of genius. It kinda made me wanna cry with the emotions it brought out of me because I grew up in an environment where emotions weren't allowed if you were a boy. Jimi gave me my first outlet, and I'll be eternally grateful for that. Rest in peace, dude.

Is that what music is for you, an expression of yourself?

Eddie: Well, yeah. Music is part of who I am. Even when it's not a personal expression of myself, it's still an expression of my beliefs and ideals. Music is art; music is political and radical. But I also can't deny there's plenty of very personal shit in my lyrics. The day I write a fluff song is the day I'll have officially lost my marbles.

Who inspired you to make music?

Eddie: Haha, I'm pretty sure this is the most well-known fact about me, which is my boner for Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne. In 1972, Children Of The Grave was released, and I was lucky enough to see it performed live on TV. If Christ were real, that moment would have been my coming of Christ. I was like eight then, so the lyrics mattered more. But Ozzy himself was like a fantastic madman, and no one was doing it like him. He just didn't and still doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks of him. I admire that so much, and I strived to be like that, too, for as long as I can remember. Not giving a shit was my shield in high school. People were afraid of that, that I didn't follow the rules or pretend to be good as gold. Yeah, it invited trouble, too, being loud and annoying. But it felt great at the same time.

How would you describe the music that you typically create? What are your influences?

Eddie: Uhh, if you wanna talk genres, then I guess I'd describe it as horror or fantasy metal. I wouldn't want to be described as your average metal band. That'd be the freaking worst. Many of my influences come from Dungeons & Dragons, Heavy Metal (the science-fiction and fantasy magazine/comic), and Lord of The Rings. But then you got literary influence from Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Mary Shelley, and H.P. Lovecraft.

But I guess my most significant influence is just real life. Take real life and smash it together with all the aforementioned shit. Things get crazy pretty quickly. I've been able to channel a lot of the bad things that happened in my life through those things, and apparently, I'm not the only one that likes it. Although, my dad probably hates that I'm getting rich from what a cunt he is. But I love it.

Who would you most like to collaborate with?

Eddie: Ozzy Osbourne, of course. But there's also DIO too. Slayer would be sweet too—ugh, and Judas Priest. Basically, there are too many potentials to pick from, and I'm indecisive, so I don't think I should be allowed to pick in any realistic context. Gare and Jeff can deal.

What is one message you would give to your fans.

Eddie: First of all, I love them very much. Each and every single one of them made Corroded Coffin possible. Artists are nothing without their fans. Right from the three drunks back in Hawkin's to the dude who flashed his pink nipple tassels at me during every indie gig, he's awesome. We wouldn't be here without them. I hope they continue supporting our madness and being just as mad themselves. The world always needs more freaks in it.

What is the most useless talent you have?

Eddie: I can tuck my dick and balls back and do Gonzo impersonations with em'. Just draw some eyes on my guys, and wiggle it all about. It's a great party trick. But I'm not allowed to show it to anyone because that's embarrassing, according to my partner. And I can quote Lord of The Rings by page number, depending on the edition. Though people in my circle consider that to be pretty cool, just saying.

Do you sing in the shower? What songs?

Eddie: Man, all I do is sing around the house. It drives the neighbours fucking nuts. Fortunately, my partner is fully endeared by it. But I usually sing what comes to mind or whatever trash is on the radio. There's a WHAM song stuck in my head right now, and I hate it. Fully hate it. I want to make it stop.

What would you be doing right now, if it wasn’t for your music career?

Eddie: Honestly, I don't even wanna think about it. Music is all I ever wanted to do. Considering something else was never an option for me.

What's a typical day like for you?

Eddie: I have to be dragged out of bed wherever I'm sleeping. Whether it's at home, the studio, or in a hotel. I'm not a morning person, and it's a lucky day if I manage to hit the toilet rim without a cup of coffee in me. After that, I'm usually writing for most of the day, right now, until my partner makes me eat and take a chill pill. There are also lots of scheduled interviews and shoots going on, what with the Grammy win and all. I'm not used to such hectic schedules, so it's been completely nuts as of late. I only get around four hours of sleep, and that sucks. But it's just part of the job.

What is your favourite song to perform?

Eddie: Fuck. I hate this question because I can never answer it the straightforward way. There isn't one song to beat all, but it's usually a tie between Red and Sword and Shield. They're my magnum opus, at least for now. Because as a musician, I always strive to outdo my last song.

Why those two songs, what do they mean to you?

Eddie: Red is just a sick tune, ya know? I took inspiration from a person in my life, a kid who used to live in the same trailer park as me. She's probably one of the bravest people I've ever met, and my batshit brain couldn't let go of the idea of making a song about her bravery. If it wasn't for them, myself and many others wouldn't have made it out of the Hawkin's earthquake alive. That's why Red is so bassy and riffy, and Gareth even broke a fair couple of sticks while we were recording—the musical energy needed to match her intensity and what she went through to help people. Women's heroics ain't recognised enough in any media, so it was a no-brainer to me to include her story as part of Stranger Thing's overall journey.

As for Sword and Shield, that's way more personal. The context behind that changed my life. It's about two people casting aside preconceptions of one another and fighting their inner demons together cus I found out around the time of writing it that you can't do that alone; fight your inner demons and get past your past. And yeah, there's a splash of homoerotica; sue me. It's one of the...no. It's the only balladesque song on the album cus it's the only balladesque song I've ever written. Most of the music for Sword and Shield was me and a guitar; everyone else is a more subtle background, I guess. It needed to be like that. I needed it to be a private experience for me and my sword.

Your sword?

Eddie: Yup. Next question.

What is the most trouble you’ve ever gotten into

Eddie: Aw, c'mon. Do ya'll really gotta bring it up in every interview? Every goddamn tabloid in the country went off about it. Murder accusations and Satanic worship, which were all overwhelmingly disproven. The state even apologised to me. I'm done talking about that part of my life.

Apologies, Eddie. You're right. What is the best advice you’ve been given?

Eddie: Smooth recovery, buddy. Alright. I've had plenty of decent advice from people like Ozzy, Doro, Dio, and Dave Mustaine. Lots of D's, for some reason. But, I think my Uncle Wayne probably gave me the best life advice, which was always to be myself. Never pretend to be someone you're not, even when it's hard. He told me that when I was thirteen, and I've always stuck by it. What you see is what you get. I don't have a stage persona like a lot of people do. It's all just me. I don't think I'd be able to handle this kinda life if I had to pretend to be someone else, ya know? Being true to myself and my vision is what has gotten me here, that and my boys, my fellow losers and freaks.

If you could change anything about the metal industry, what would it be?

Eddie: Well, shit. That's a loaded question, and it's gonna get one of those so-called controversial replies that I always apparently have. There are not enough women in this industry, at least not in the American mainstream, aside from Doro, and she takes a lot of shit. Bands like Girlschool, Black Knight, Messiah Force, and Rock Goddess, they're all absolutely badasses, who are just as good, if not better, than many of their male contemporaries. Man Metal, let's call it that for a moment, has way too many tunes about sexualising cars and having sex with women and boohooing about our drug problems. It's all repetitive, gets boring, is boring.

I think heavy metal should be more of an open genre. Manufactured pop music always has centre stage in the music industry, sadly. But rock 'n roll is about rebellion and doing what society doesn't deem normal. Why is the heavy-metal movement just entrenched in working-class dudes? Bearing in mind I am one of those dudes. We've got more in common with the many marginalised groups in this country, mainly that the government hates us, instead of the upper classes who use pop culture, music included, to promote the fake American Dream. If we could all come together under the power of rock 'n roll. I think beautiful things could happen. We could have a revolution.

What do you think are the chances of such a grand scale thing happening?

Eddie: Uhh, pretty much zero.

What’s next for you?

I'll be writing Corroded Coffin's next album while on a national tour that I think is being announced next week. I can't remember. Maybe I wasn't supposed to talk about that. Oh, well. Surprise! I've also been asked to pose for Playgirl, which is fucking wild. I didn't see that coming in a million years.

What? Like full frontal?

Eddie: God, I fucking hope so. The pearl clutching will be spectacular.

Corroded Coffins album, Stranger Things, is out now via Mercury Records.

#v. volume 6 / arc: los angeles feat. harringtontm #𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 : 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 🎸#𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 : 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. 🎸#idk what to tag this as

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criticalcrux · 2 years

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@viciousvizard

viciousvizard asked:

“I’ve got to learn to stop asking you questions.” / Love or Kisuke

"You gonna sit here complaining or are you gonna pick one?"

She was the one who asked for something to watch and he had more than enough to share within that topic. He wasn't about to have her back out now.

"This is real serious stuff here."

What lay before them was a rather hefty and carefully selected collection of kung-fu action movies, greatly curated over years. He managed to get his hands on some obscure gems, the kind that were considered by most to be harder to find, lesser known films scattered to the winds, lost to archived theatric history, but he had them and he was much more proud of it then he'd ever likely admit to out loud. "Now most of these are more of Master Bruce Lee's works, I really think you'd like his stuff, a real focused tough guy without being a meat-head, ya know? Wears a lot of tracksuits too, just like us, I kinda thought you were already a fan, go figure."

He turned his attention to emptying out the bag he'd brought over.

"I even brought over some newer stuff if these older ones end up feeling too out-dated or campy for you, it's understandable, not everyone is a die-hard for those vintage styled scripts." He laid out the entire Kill Bill set, along with Fist of Legend, Fearless, and Legend of the Red Dragon, he waved a hand over them, "Now these are starring actor Jet Li, much more modern and chinese martial arts based, less kung-fu but still great to watch 'em work the choreography magic! Only in the movies, am I right?" A low laugh followed his statement while he considered the irony.

He set out another, Hero but tapped a few fingers on the outer case "Mm, this one's alright, I mean it was aimed at a mainstream audience and it does deliver buuuut...." He took to digging around into the bottom of the bag he'd brought over, searching for a specific title this time. "Here! Here it is, this one, I think it's better and possibly geared more towards something you'd get into. Female protagonist and visually captivating! They got these daggers they throw and these camera angles that just, I mean wow! They really captured a different energy with this one." With an enthusiastic grin he acts out a few moves he remembered, mimicking aiming and throwing kunai with expert precision before nearly letting the case go flying, dropping it and fumbling it around before placing it among the rest, it read: House of Flying Daggers. An awkward smile was then being offered towards his friend. "I mean, I don't wanna influence your choice too much here. Start anywhere you want."

#viciousvizard #;;memes #muse!love #Yessssss! Mooore vizard hijinx!#And I'ma do ya one better and do both muses ;]#Thanks for sending!

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confusedatlife · 3 years

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izuku's nfsw abc's:

↓Deku↓

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex, how important aftercare is to them)

•deku immediately cares for you, he's extremely worried about hurting you

•if he hurts you he'll kiss you in any place he did, alot of praise coming your way

•if he subs he will become extremely needy, thankfully he doesn't have sub drop unless it's SUPER intense (like 5 hours straight)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their lover's)

•he loves his hands, he loves how they pleasure you. when he fingers you/gives you a hand-job and you let out soft groans of delight, that's when he feels best about himself

•he absolutely adores your lips, he loves when they tease his cock and when they ghost over his neck.

C = Cum (fav place, y'know the shit)

•on your thighs, especially after fucking them. he also finds it easier to clean your thighs off then your stomach

•(when you dom (if you have a dick)) he loves when you cum in or on his ass, when he feels your cum it makes him think about the fact that him and him alone was the reason you came,

•(when you dom(if you have a pussy))

he loves when you cum on his face, it makes him feel vulnerable and worthy.

If you squirt he might even orgasm right there and then.

D = Dirty secret (I think this one is obvious)

•he is obsessed with lingerie, him and/or you wearing it. he finds that it can fit any figure and anyone can pull it off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

•he's not very experienced, he's done it a few times and sometimes watches porn.

•if your the sub he'll be so careful and act like your porcelain. when you came that first time he almost cried, he was so proud that you, the person he loved SO much came due to fact that he fucked you

•when you dom he'll need you to be in full control, even though he's not a virgin he still acts like one. at first he'll feel a bit insecure and will want to do it with the lights off.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

•(if he doms) face off, he wants to see your pretty little face while you moan and beg for his cock, being able to kiss you during fucking makes it 5 times more romantic.

•(if you dom and have a dick) flat-iron

he loves it, honestly anything will be amazing to him if your fucking him in the ass

•(if you dom and have a pussy) cowgirls helper. if you have a strap-on on it works if you don't? still works. He enjoys seeing you, and when y'all are up for a quickie it's the best way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or humorous, what kind of humor?)

•eh, if you like fall he'll crack a joke but he's not that goofy.

•but he doesn't want it to be to serious, he rather sex be more light then stiff

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

•his hair is a bit lighter but it does match the drapes, he shaved it like once a week but it's still messy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

•he tries to be romantic but sometimes he just needs to fuck like jack-rabbits

J = Jack off (this one is also obvious)

he masterbates about once a week, way more if you're gone.

•before you came around it was about once a month, you make him very horny

K = Kinks (their kinks, duh. also preference s)

•Nyctophilia - sexual preference for being in the dark or night.

he just felt more comfortable with doing it in the dark and just realized it was a kink

•not really a kink but-

Rimming - an oral-to-anal sexual practice in which one person stimulates another person by licking, kissing, sucking their anus.

Intercrural or Interfemoral Sex - thrusting between someone’s thighs without penetration.

L = Location (fav place(s) to fuck/masterbate)

his bedroom, never when his mum is around.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets 'em going)

•(your sub) sending naughty pics of yourself in lingerie or a pic of a dildo in your ass.

•(your dom) hug him from behind, he finds that very sexual.

N = No (something they would never do, turn offs)

•hurting you, nothing to do with knives *toga flash-backs*

•No three-somes, it feels less kinky and more like cheating on you/you cheating on him

•nothing that could put you in the position of inko walking in on you, he has wet dreams turned nightmares about that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill.)

•he'd rather give, he's actually really good.

•tbh sucking dick/clit is one of his favorite pastimes

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? something else?)

• it's half-an-half, if he's pent up he'll want to do it fast as fuck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

•He sometimes does quickies, like twice a month or something.

R = Risk (are they ready to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

•he is not, to babey for that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

•(you are the sub) he can fuck you well for like 2 rounds then he gets a bit sloppy, but he can last 4 rounds with after-care. he cums pretty fast for the first round but the other one he doesn't cum easy, he's way more focused on your orgasm

•(your are dom(dick or strap-on)) he can last very long before he gets all fucked out, about 6 rounds but y'all usually only do

3/4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

•he owns a few dildos for the both of you,

•if he's sub y'all will have some strap-ons, not that many tho

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

•he doesn't really tease unless you are sub and you accidentally grope Todoroki or something.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds? do they hold their moans in?)

•sub or dom he's very loud, but he knows how to keep quiet

•(he's sub) he will try to hold back until you tell him he can moan, after that his moans will shatter glass.

W = Wild card ( something they like or hate that is absolutely surprising)

•honestly he doesn't have one, he would never keep anything from you

X = X-ray (what does their genitalia look like? how tight is it?)

•his cock size is pretty average, 6in

•if your fucking his ass or sucking it you'll know that everytime he still is tight as a virgin's.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

•kinda high, 7/10 of the time he's horny as fuck. but for now we can blame that on hormones and that he's a growing boy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•if he's sub he will fall asleep immediately.

•if he's dom he will stay awake for aftercare and if it's early in the day y'all might how your own movie night,

#bnha smut headcanons #bnha deku

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