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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hello! 👻 I am not sure if this request would match your taste, so if not - just delete it without answering 😅 I was wondering if you could write some nsfw/suggestive headcanons for Law, Zoro and Ace (the heartthrob trio in my humble opinion *-*) reacting on their bigbreasted partner taking off her bra for the first time in their presence, during intimate situation maybe? You know, tits suddenly freed go woosh, much to reader's embarrassement and irritation. Thank you for considering! Have a wonderful day 💞

the heartthrob trio is right, your mind is so powerful. this is right up my alley, i support the ❤️‍🔥 big titty ❤️‍🔥 committee all day. also, embarrassing them is my specialty.

1.1k words, afab reader (no pronouns), nsfw (nipple play, public sex, etc. etc. the good stuff, yk); ace is a brat, law is shy, and zoro continues to be the number one menace.

check out the other version of this request feat. sanji, sabo, & shanks right here ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

it shouldn’t come as a surprise to him, but it does. yes, his eyes work perfectly fine—yes, he’s seen the way your clothes stretch across your chest; he already bears witness to their plushness every time you brush up against him. and yet, here he is, shocked into silence. you toss your bra onto the floor somewhere, undeterred and too aroused to care. you’re just happy you don’t have to wear it right now; he’s suddenly very happy to be alive. you smile at him, delicate brows raising slightly. he can’t take that either.

“you can touch them, y’know,” you suggest softly, almost sensually, hoping that’ll spur law back to life. he, however, needs just a little more time.

“okay, i know, just wait.” for what, he has no idea. when he’s managed to calm down enough, he finally is able to look at you. you decide to take pity on him, climbing onto his lap with little issue. you press a small, chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth; before you can pull back, his hand finds its way onto the back of your neck, holding you still as he kisses you properly. and when he rolls so you’re on your back, his mattress soft enough to make you think you’re laying on a cloud, you let out a soft whimper that only encourages him to continue. your breast mostly fits in his hand, so he takes his time exploring, lithe fingers tracing circles around your nipples, goosebumps prickling your skin as your back arches.

his mouth takes over, leaving kiss after kiss along the curve of your breasts before his tongue flicks against your hardened nipple, giving you the sort of high you’ve been chasing, your moans the only song he ever wants to listen to for the rest of his life. he’ll keep at it until you’re begging for him to fuck you—with his fingers, mouth, cock, you don’t care at this point really—and he will, in due time. for now, however, he’ll settle for memorizing the taste of your skin and your nails clawing at him in obvious frustration.

you hate being edged like that, but law revels in how powerless you are against him in this respect; it’s murderous and you vow to return the favor next time, tenfold.

he’s an idiot, but he’s not oblivious. so when your bra does come off, he curses whichever nameless demon invented those things. he thinks your breasts should never be confined like that—you’re inclined to agree, but keep the comment to yourself—and whenever you’re around him, don’t expect to keep it on for long, either. it’s fine with you, really, which only makes zoro that much more ravenous for you.

he catches you in a back hallway, has you pressed up against the wall, his leg in between your thighs, hands tugging your shirt up and revealing your breasts—your nipples hardening almost immediately, much to his pleasure. you hate how easily he can pull these sorts of reactions out of you, but you know that it’s futile; you’re as attracted to him as he is to you, it just goes with the territory. besides, the way he’s pinching and tugging on your nipples, almost makes you forget that you’re still very much in public and that anyone from your crew can spot you if they decide to come that way.

still, zoro doesn’t let up, his mouth wickedly playful, leaving bruising kisses all over your chest—he likes the way you can’t seem to keep quiet, and the way you keep rubbing against his erection is evidence enough. he should really take you somewhere else, but he knows you like the thrill, even if you don’t want to admit it; and he does too. you’re so annoyed at yourself and at him, but mostly at how skillful his hands and mouth are. if you had more self-preservation, you might be able to make it out unscathed, but you know better.

zoro isn’t the type to let you go that easy. and just when you think he can’t torture you any more—touching you and then not touching you—he slides his hand inside of your shorts and your panties, fingers parting your folds expertly, your pussy wet and ready for him. against your lips, he whispers filthy promises that light your skin on fire and you know better than to get sucked into his shenanigans again, but here you are, letting him finger you without a care in the world. the delusion almost makes it feel romantic.

he’s not sure how to handle you like this; you already drive him wild, your curves are lethal, your body even more so. your breasts are just the icing on the cake—a cake he’ll willingly devour at any time of the day, every single day of the year if you let him. so when you surprise him in the kitchen late one night—ace constantly searches for late night snacks throughout the week—he opts to feast on you instead. you’re panting lightly, chest heaving as he dives between your legs. you sit on top of the kitchen counter, guilt barely crossing your mind, as you spread your legs open wider, giving him access.

your shirt is somewhere behind him; he wants to see all of you properly, so you give him a little show, cupping your heavy breasts, kneading them as his mouth french kisses your pussy with purpose, your hips bucking, his tongue gliding along your slick folds, lapping up your wetness, savoring your taste for later when he thinks about you again. you find it difficult to hold it all in, hands trembling as you play with your nipples, lips clamped together tightly, muffling your moans as best as you can.

he looks up at you, his cock reminding him pitifully to stop neglecting it, but all in good time, right? for now, he just wants to taste you, to satisfy his insatiable hunger that only intensifies whenever you’re around him. maybe it’s really just you; he doubts he can ever have enough of you, even if he tried—and he’ll never try.

“a-ace,” you whimper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard, eyelids closing once his tongue antagonizes your clit in the only way he knows how.

“i’m here, don’t worry,” he says casually, as if he isn’t ruining your life right now. it’s always one big mess with you too; he slurps and sucks, treating your pussy like the best-tasting summer fruit in the world; it’s maddening, the way he’s addicted. and when you cum, you can hardly contain your moans, the orgasm strong enough to make you forget yourself and the time. ace doesn’t bother stopping you, he’s way too far gone, if anything he makes it worse. and even though you’re sure the entire ship heard the way you screamed his name, you wouldn’t change a thing.

that’s what he does to you whenever you’re together; he makes you feel impossible bouts of extreme confidence without even trying.

#one piece hcs #one piece imagine #one piece smut #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #law x y/n #zoro x y/n #ace x y/n #fic request #longer than necessary but that's my m.o. these days #trafalgar law smut #portgas d. ace smut #roronoa zoro smut #law smut #ace smut #zoro smut

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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Skz as Mythical creatures

Bang Chan - Werewolf. There's nothing to question here about this. Man literally gives so much wolf vibes that writers on Tumblr use wolf memes for his smaus. But also werewolves have been used throughout history to provide a sense of wisdom combined with misinterpretation. Wisdom, in the form of living and going through so much in their moon drunk lives. And like is that not Chan?

Lee Minho: A warlock. Warlocks are basically wizards who get their magic from evil sources. They conjure magic called 'blue magic' aka evil magic from shady sources and repay that debt with their own blood. They have been known to help people from time to time but only the people who need it the most, like a raped woman who no one believes. Oh also they are known to have cats as their companions! And they live very secluded lives usually in forests and grow mushrooms. My brain is dying thinking about evil warlock Minho cause my standards are so fucked up

Seo Changbin: A dragon. Listen LISTEN TO ME. I chose a dragon for Changbin, because they have many myths of false appearance. When I first got into skz, I really though our Binnie was the most serious person in this group. But then I saw how those hips moved, and I was like 'oh so he's Barbie and Shakira combined and put into one man'. Dragons are known as fierce creatures who protect the gold that they hoard and destroy villages, but how much of that is true? Mostly they do it to protect themselves and the gold which they have rightfully earned. Also they are extremely loyal and friendly once you understand them and don't harm their loved ones (yes even dragons have loved ones)

Hwang Hyunjin: Selkie. Selkies are basically mermaids, who originate from Scotish folk tales (trust me they are VERY popular here). They turn into seals in water and turn back into human if daylight or moonlight touches them, Aka if they come on land. They are very dual creatures, being pretty and kind to most humans, especially women, but they can also be the most savage beasts when it comes to men who have corrupted for their own pleasure. Their siren songs are very captivating and they are known to make art out of conch shells.

Han Jisung: A shapeshifter. Han Jisung is truly a puzzle. Like man could be intense babygirling one moment and then two seconds later literally kill all of us with wavy hair, sweaty face and those fingers playing the guitar finger kink go brr. Jisung is more fitting to the shapeshifter brand when you realise that the humans who used to be good at doing everything and not crack under intense pressure were awarded this shapeshifting power by the Gods. So yeah our fourth gen ace would definetly be a shapeshifter.

Lee Felix: A fairy. Need I explain anything? Need I even write an entire essay about this? (Already wrote it but fine). He would definitely be a healing fairy. Like he would whip up medicines and hide them in his delicious brownies to trick unwilling children into taking them (MY HEART IS TOO WEAK FOR FELIX HANDING OUT BROWNIES). He would def live in the woods in like a tiny cottage, which is decorated with creepers and vines and soft moss, where he rests his pretty wings, excuse me I need to write something on this.

Kim Seungmin: A nymph. Nymphs are actually more powerful than they are portrayed nowadays. Many of them were sons and daughters of river or tree Gods and they used to possess the quality of being able to fic someone in a trance with their voices. LIKE HELLO? MR KIM SEUNGMIN WITH THAT GOLDEN VOICE? Also they were known to be mischievous, always teasing pixies and fairies and taunting beings older than them. (I am not making this up yet legit used to taunt old trees for being so old and wise because nymphs never used to age or they would age VERY slowly)

Yang Jeongin: A vampire. Alexa play Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo please. I mean dude's literally immortal I'm telling you. He looks LIKE THE SAME PERSON EVEN WHEN HE WAS A CHILD LIKE HOW? If y'all look at me, I look like a completely different person from when I was a kid. And also there's something about our baby bread that just screams vampire vibes. Like he would totally live in a castle all alone, drinking blood and having foxes as pets.

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radicalrefrigerator · 23 days

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Happy International Asexuality Day to all aces in the world! Unfortunately, I'm late, I woke up this morning and realized I'd missed it- which is sad, because the day means a lot to me. I've been thinking a lot today, though, and had some things I wanted to say.

Don’t let anyone ever tell you, “You’re too young to know.” You’re not. I’ve known for years I was aroace, before I had the terms to explain it, before I’d come to terms with it. I first learned what asexuality was from a friend on discord. They explained the meaning of the labels, and that it could be me. For a whole other year, I still didn’t accept it. I continued to believe there was something wrong with me, I was still young, I hadn’t found the right person, etc. Yet, the whole time, I knew it at the back of my mind.

Now, it’s been 2 years since I spiralled in my thoughts so much I stayed awake the entire night, and by the time it was morning, I’d accepted I was aroace. A lot of people would probably tell me it’s not that deep, but at the time, it was really difficult for me to come to terms with. I’ve never come out to someone who wasn’t accepting- I came out to a few of my friends immediately once I’d realized, all of them queer, and they were nothing but proud of me. It’s been more of an internal journey for me.

It’s been 2 years. When I realized I was aroace, I was 14. I’m still young, but I know myself better now. I’ve matured, and I’m old enough to know for sure now. I’m aroace, and that’s probably not going to change- it’s who I am, and I would know if I wasn’t. So whatever your age is- don't let anyone tell you asexuality isn't a real thing, that you're making it up, or that you're too young to know. I knew when I was 12, listening to my friends talk about their crushes, and just quietly giggling here and there when I felt like it was on cue, but never actually saying anything, because I didn’t know where to fit into the conversation. Even fictional crushes were absolutely foreign to me. I knew when I discovered the song “Mad at Disney” and would sing “What the hell is love supposed to feel like?” over and over. I still don’t. And that’s okay.

I can’t relate to every aromantic or asexual experience I’ve read on the internet or heard from friends. A lot of my inner struggle comes from the fact that most of my life, I’ve wanted love. I never actively searched for it, but in my head, I romanticized it. The idea of dates, holding hands, kissing and sex all sounded really great to me on paper and in books and TV shows and fanfiction but when the idea actually started being presented to me I found myself dodging it subconsciously. I still feel like this a lot today- but aromanticism and asexuality alike are spectrums. Desiring romantic or sexual connection, or having certain levels of attraction for people, doesn’t erase who you are <3

#this doesn't feel like nearly enough said #but it's one tumblr post and I don't have a lot of time so here #today ive been deep and thought #and felt like saying something to the void (or any fellow aces out there)#international asexuality day #asexual #ace #aromantic #aromantic asexual #yippee!!

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pockcock · 3 months

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gift wrapper // jason newsted x reader 1.1

read it on ao3. content: detective!jason newsted. detective!reader. police!au. slow burn. warnings: other additional tags to be added. murder mystery. blood and gore. body horror. strangers to lovers. eventual smut. ptsd. gunshot wounds. plot armor. non-con elements. idiots in love. panic attacks. medical inaccuracies. inaccurate police procedures. thriller. mutual pining. the author has adhd.

January 31, 2011, Monday. 08:23 AM

It was a cold but sunny Monday in Seattle.

You drove with your eyes on the lane, a song from the CD you mixed before hitting the road playing in your speakers, on your tongue, and your hands tapping out the rhythm on the wheel throughout Washington. The sun shone through the windshield, making you squint even through the lowered sun visor. You never expected Seattle to be this sunny on a cold winter day. You took your sunglasses sitting on the passenger seat and took a right turn.

You were a homicide detective, even if it was in a different state. You had concerns— everybody for the first couple of weeks, or months (maybe even years), could act like you were a rookie detective, regardless of your experience back in Boston. Even the person they were going to pair you up with. The jokes, pranks, and constant bullying were bound to happen. You hoped they weren’t as bad as the ones back in Boston.

You pulled over in front of the department, AC/DC wasn’t filling the space anymore. You looked around and listened for a while with your eyes closed. Seagulls, traffic, people, ships from a distance… So different from Boston . Everything felt almost the same, even the weather for fuck’s sake! I might as well have kept living there.

You grabbed a pack of Marlboro, a lighter from the glovebox and your jacket from the passenger seat sitting on top of a small box. You had filled it with your stuff; some files, a succulent, and a couple of pictures of your cat, thinking you might put them on your desk were they to give you one. You wore your jacket, felt the Boston PD badge sitting in your inner pocket, your gun in your hip, and put the cigarettes and the lighter in your left pocket before heading out.

God , it was cold.

An officer escorted you down the hallway after you had introduced yourself to the front desk while unfamiliar faces observed you; some nosy, some curious, and some condescending. Not an unusual sight for a cop, especially a female one, feeling like a fish out of water really, but except this time, this wasn’t the first tank you were put in. So when you reached the lieutenant’s door, you turned around to look at them from your corner.

It was their time to be observed.

He knocked and opened the door. “Lieutenant, it’s Detective Hunter from Boston PD.”

“Let her in.”

A pair of eyes found your figure when you walked in. Short, curly auburn hair he brushed back neatly, he had silver eyes with a blue hue. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that said Sepultura , and skinny black jeans. A big silver ring was decorating his right pinky finger and a digital watch on his left wrist. He had the demeanor of a cop yet you wondered if he was something else. Yet, you saw his gun on the right side of his hips and his unnecessarily thick back pocket. A regular wallet wouldn’t be this big without a badge.

He was sitting with his elbows on his knees in front of a big desk with a man behind it. There were files and papers scattered on the desk that you assumed belonged to a murder. Some trophies, awards and medals behind him . The guy behind the desk gestured for you to sit on the chair in front of the desk.

“Please sit.”

As you sat down, the curly-haired guy stood up and spoke. “Lou,” His voice was smooth, warm . He sounded shy yet so sure of himself, you wondered how he managed to speak with a tone like that. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You stay, Newsted.” Lou kept his eyes on you, Newsted sat back down. You figured you wouldn’t mind him staying here during the ‘welcome ceremony’. “Lieutenant Donovan,” he offered you his hand. “Donovan Beckett.”

“Detective Jason Newsted,” curly guy, too, offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

So, he was a detective.

“Detective Perle Hunter,” you introduced yourself to both, shaking their hands. “Thank you for having me.”

Beckett smiled while opening one of the files in front of him. “Unusual spelling,” he spoke. You faintly saw your picture in the file. “Your resume doesn’t mention you speaking French.”

“Désolée,” you confessed with an awful accent, shaking your head. “My grandmother lived in France for eleven years. Hence the name.”

“It’s okay, we don’t need French in Seattle.” You forced a smile on his words. He leaned down toward the right side of the table, you heard a drawer opening and he rose back up with a golden badge and an ID card in his hand. “Here,” he glided them across the desk and you caught them. “You can return your previous ones to the front desk. They’ll take them to the county.”

You took the ID, it felt heavy in your hands, different. Seattle Police Dept , it said with your name, title, picture, and signature aside from other not-so-important details like the expiration date. You swiped your thumb over it before taking your wallet out to replace your Boston PD card with the new one. It felt odd. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Newsted sent a lopsided smile your way. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

You returned his smile, and put your wallet back in its place. “Thanks.”

Beckett leaned back into his chair. “Did you find a place to live already?”

You felt Newsted’s gaze on you. Now, you did mind him staying here. “Yes, sir.” You avoided his eyes and kept yours on the Lou. “I, uh, found an apartment downtown. Not so far from the station.”

“Good, good.” He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. When did you get here?”

“Saturday, sir.”

He shook a hand. “No need for formalities.” You smiled apologeticly and he continued. “I don’t wish to go hard on you after what you have been through–”

You interrupted. Maybe you could avoid the personal questions. “When can I start working on the case?”

Rich laughs from both sides filled your ears. You forced a laugh as well.

“Eager, aren't you?” The laughs faded out and Beckett closed your file and took one of the pictures scattered around the desk. “Alright.” He showed the pictures of a woman’s head. “This is the girl we found today.”

You took the picture to inspect it further. The blonde woman had cloudy blue eyes and fair skin. Her eyes and mouth were open. Her head was sitting inside a pretty pink box next to an ID card and a slide phone. She was wrapped with a fuchsia, shiny ribbon, it was tied in a bow. Her makeup was done haphazardly, the person had no idea about what they were doing. Wrong shade of foundation, too much mascara, cheap blue eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Her long, curly hair was tied in a ponytail.

The killer made the effort.

“Port Patrol found her this morning at dawn,” you heard Newsted’s voice. “The box was placed on a deck where the cameras have been broken for some time.”

“Patrol knew about the cameras?” you asked.

Newsted gave you an affirmative sound. “Ulrich knew a guy from Patrol and asked them to pay more attention there. Not a lot of boats on that deck.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Anyone can do anything.”

“And someone did during their shift change,” Beckett leaned forward on his elbows. “They said that the dock was fairly calm before they changed shifts. What do you think?”

“How many bodies have you found before this one?” An uncomfortable silence filled the room right as you spoke. You tore your eyes away from the picture to look at their surprised and concerned faces; brows furrowed and mouths gaped. “What?”

Beckett broke it. “We only found one .”

Newsted furrowed his brows. “Why, do you think there are other bodies?”

You looked at the lieutenant first and then Newsted. “Well,” a breathy, nervous laugh left your lips. “The pink ribbon with a bow, the box, the-the makeup,” you showed them the picture to emphasize your stuttering speech.

“Chopping her head, putting it in a box for the police to find it in a particular place at a particular time,” Newsted continued your words, turning his head towards Beckett.

“Don’t you think it all looks so…” You were lost for words for a second. “Inconvenient and-and fancy for a one-time thing?”

Beckett remained silent. Newsted took another picture from the desk.

“Was the makeup done post-mortem?” You gave the picture back.

“We believe so but not confirmed yet. Hammett is still working on it.”

“What if it’s an ex-boyfriend situation?” Newsted asked. “Maybe he got crazy and butchered the poor girl. He could easily do this.”

“But then he wouldn't have left her phone and ID.”

He gave you the picture. “Maybe he wanted to humiliate her, or whatever. Maybe he wanted her to be known.” He then asked Beckett. “What do you think, Lou?”

Beckett didn't answer but directed his question to you. “Hunter?”

“I think this is the first of many,” you place the picture on the desk. “But Newsted could be right, we can’t be sure until we look further.”

The phone rang interrupting your speech. Lieutenant answered. “Yes?” A long pause before he finally said “Okay,” and hung up. “Ulrich needs you in the scene, Newsted.”

“What did he say?”

“They found some footprints. He wants you to take a look.” Beckett gathered the pictures and put them back in the file. “Take these,” he handed it to Newsted. “And take Hunter with you. Show her how to work a scene in Seattle.”

“Yes, Lou.” Newsted got up and pointed at the door with his head. “Let’s go.”

You rose from your chair, following your new partner’s steps. Just before you left the room, you heard Lou shouting your name. You stopped. “Yes, sir?”

He tossed your badge to you, you caught it midair. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first ever Metallica fic (and first ever multi-chapter fic in English), and I hope it won't be the last! This one will be a long, murder mystery featuring Load Era Jason 🥳🥳 I initially intended to have '86 Jason, but it didn't fit well with this fic :') I divided the first chapter into 6 after I realized 8k words would be a bit too much to read. I hope to have nailed the characterization of our boys. This was heavily inspired by the show "The Killing", I highly recommend that you watch it! A quick disclaimer: I'm not American, I have no idea how police procedures work there. I'm just an avid crime mystery show lover :') Please ignore any inaccuracies, I tried my best to research and find information. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes or anything that doesn't sound quite right. I'm not a native English speaker and I'm trying my best :') Enjoy! PS: I purposely gave the reader a name, I personally think "Y/N" looks a bit weird but if you don't like it please let me know so I can change it! Please leave constructive criticism so that I can improve! Thank you so much for reading <3

dividers by @cafekitsune

#jason newsted #metallica #metallica x reader #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted smut #metallica smut

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zayray030 · 10 months

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I just want to start this by apologize since i sent you two questions that's almost the same- So you don't need to answer the second one, the one without OC

Up to my question: Imagine, Ace is secretly an underground composer that's very popular on the internet for his upbeat, yet intense and dark lyrics songs. So one day, he just reveals his identity and TWST casts start freaking out because they just worried for his mental health?

Yea, pretty weird brainrot if you ask me.

Once again, I apologize for the inconvince that I may have cause you.

Okay first of all, sweetheart, it's okay! 90% of twst blogs here have OC's or make work with OC's or yume. It is everywhere and I am not surprised you thought I would also have OC's! It's completely fine and it's now in the past! 💕

Now! Funnily enough I'm pretty sure I had an idol ace fic idea I posted back last year lmao. Oh how time has been

First, ace is surprised that they recognise him. He never thought that his music would be anything that the Twst cast would listen to. Idia he isn't particularly shocked about but Riddle?!?! Vil?!?! Kalim!?!??! Yeah, he was more or less having an existential crisis to actually go 'oh shit they listen to my music'

The first years are running around like headless chickens to see if there were any signs that Ace was hurting himself, relistening to the lyrics to see if there are any clues

They've taken to tailing him 'discreetly' and had Ace not been having a crisis he would have seen them coming from a mile away. Bit as of right now all their stumbling and tripping over one another is unnoticed

The dorm senpais don't let him out of their sight. Trey uses the excuse of wanting to use Ace as a tester for cheery products. Trey was slightly fascinated by how many cherry treats there were. Meanwhile Cater just uses the excuse of hanging out with him. Riddle however doesn't have an excuse or motive and he can't use rules because Ace has already written about that already written about that

Meanwhile basketball senpai are stuck in a loop what they should do. Floyd doesn't know if he should act kinder to Ace or mot because he doesn't think Ace would actually believe it. Meanwhile Jamil preperares an extensive bunch on mental health care and bags Ace a sweet treat everytime they have practice.

Idia was practically blackmailed by Ortho into playing a videovame with Ace. Ace is a practical celebrity in Igihide, and Idia was trying to stamp out the urge to ask him for a photograph

Savanclaw are confused. They don't care much about Ace but they're seeing Jack running around frantic trying to make sure that his best friend has a will to live do they kinda just take it upon themselves to fight Ace's bullies for him. Very effective but Ace is starting to catch up and Jack is also too much a tsundere

Diasmonia are in a similar boat. Lilia is also a fun of the music but keeps his mouth quiet be ause he knows right now is a sensitive time, but he's keeping those CD's tucked away so he can get them signed later. Silver offers Ace help in school work and the like in an attempt to bond and reassure the redhead. He ends up falling a sleep on his shoulders more times than not. Malleus has ten to appear randomly around Ace to make sure he's okay and alive. The others argue he won't be much longer if his heart rate continues to beat so high.

Pomefiore has a bit more look in the sense they have Vil, a celebrity on their side. However, my guy has absolutely no idea how to approach this because Ace keeps running away from him

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ortho shroud #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #floyd leech #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver #malleus draconia #savanaclaw

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fandomanimatic-tournament · 6 months

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Side A Round 2

Little Miss Perfect - Written by Joriah Kwamé

"Straight hair, straight A's Straight forward, straight girl Little Miss Perfect, that's me"

Good for you - Dear Evan Hansen Musical

"So you got what you always wanted So you got your dream come true Good for you Good for you, you, you Got a taste of a life so perfect So you did what you had to do Good for you Good for you"

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel I am all the things they might have said to you Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

Little Miss Perfect - Written by Joriah Kwamé

Propaganda:

The song that took The Owl House fandom by storm. Everyone took one listen and said YEP THAT'S AMITY. We stan our favorite spoiled yet emotionally neglected lesbian

Gay ppl 👍

The animatic for this song became so popular, the songwriter, Joriah Kwamé wrote another song from Luz Noceda’s perspective, then went on to make a full-blown musical with the concept of those two songs and the relationship extrapolated from the fanon, but using original characters! I don’t know what’s more cool than that :)

Animatics with the song:

(The original TOH Amity animatic was privated. Although there's a reupload, I've decided not to include it here. You can search for the video if you'd like)

Genshin Impact Xiaoven Animatic

Little Witch Academia Animatic

Fruits Basket Yuki and Kakeru Animatic

BNHA Momojirou Animatic

Ace Attorney

Good for you - Dear Evan Hansen Musical

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Animatics with the song:

Naruto

Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja

EDDSWORLD

Lego Monkey Kid

Gravity Falls

Doki Doki Literature Club

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

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THE tragic gay ship song

I’ve seen so many animatics of this song. I googled “Never Love an Anchor animatic” to triple check that there were more than 10 and I found one from a fandom I am in that I didn’t even know about. Also it’s a great song.

Animatics with the song:

Double Life

The Owl House Eda and Raine

Witch's Tale

The Owl House Huntlow

Our Flag Means Death

Lego Monkey Kid

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agendercryptidlev · 10 months

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I've seen a lot of posts talking about what Hobie's music taste would be based on his personality/vibes but never anyone talking about it from a comic cannon basis so who better than I, the Spider-Punk reading order guy on twitter, to do that.

I will be going over every time he references a song in comics that I can find, please know I am not a punk rock expert I am simply a leftist comic geek

First off from his introductory comic, it is titled "with great power comes no future"

I believe this is in reference to the sex pistols song No Future (God Save the Queen) This makes sense as the issue is about Hobie killing the fascist president Osborn and the song is very critical of the queen describing the British government as fascist

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Ok next up from the spiderverse event:

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Now this one isn't necessarily a music reference since "Fight the Power" is also a phrase used colloquially but it feels worth throwing in

Now From Edge of Spider-Geddon

Here he directly sings a line from "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead

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Now there's a few from the Spider-Punk Mini:

First off, Hobie calls himself "A Street Walkin' Cheetah with a Heart Full of Napalm"

which is a reference to a line from "Search and Destroy" by Iggy and the Stooges

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Next him and his best friend Karl Morningdew say this

This is obviously directly the title of "Kick Out the Jams" by MC5

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After that Hobie says this

While any form of "Fuck off Nazi Punks" is a common phrase among leftist punks, it also may be intended as a reference to "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" by the Dead Kennedys

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Then we have the spider band singing "Hey Ho, Let's Go!" at the start of their roadtrip

This is from "Blitzkrieg Bop" By the Ramones

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Next, from what I can tell Hobie saying "born to lose" here is a reference

This one I had to do some checking around, and it'd most likely be a reference to Born to Lose by Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers

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This seems to be yet another direct song title reference

This time it's "Bite It You Scum" by G.G. Allin

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Additionally, the writer of the Spider-Punk (2022) Mini, Cody Ziglar, made a spotify playlist of songs that they felt Hobie would listen to

That's all the music references I could find, but if you're trying to get a feel for what Hobie listens to it's a good starting point.

#Hobie Brown #Hobart Brown #Spider-Punk #Spiderpunk #spiderman #spiderman earth 138 #earth 138 spiderman #earth 138 #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spider-verse #across the spider-verse #marvel spider-verse #marvel spiderverse #atsv #Youtube #Spotify

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Freezer Burns | Part Four

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Summary: Eddie goes to Steve's house for the first time

song used: The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

Warnings: Steve's dad is a dick, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, lots of kissing, Eddie's mom's cancer mentioned, internalized homophobia, touch starved steve, virgin!eddie, STEAMY makeouts

Word Count: 3.7

He barely sleeps, laying in the living room all night, staring at the ceiling, just thinking about how nice it was to finally kiss king Steve.

He has breakfast with the Buckleys, trying not to think about what happened in this same kitchen the night before. He was so later focused that Grandma Beth could tell something was up, she just smiled at him as she took his empty plate from the table to clean. Gareth and Jeff aren’t up yet, Robin doesn’t eat breakfast with them usually but today she came down. And sat beside him and had small-talk with him, having no idea that last night he was making out with her best friend down here.

“Thank you for breakfast,” he thanks Grandma Beth by walking over to the sink and wrapping her up in a half hug, kissing her cheek. “I’m not going to be here for dinner tonight. I have plans with a friend.”

He doesn’t notice but Robin's eyes grow impossibly large and she has to bite her lip so she doesn’t say anything… completely freaking out on the inside.

He heads out without saying goodbye to her.

He showers and changes his outfit about 4 times back at the trailer, all while Wayne sleeps on the couch in the main room. And thank god, because he couldn’t stomach lying to his face about where he was going for the day.

He wears his swim trunks under his jeans and packs a few of his things into a bag just in case he stays there all night. Not like sexy time things… more like his toothbrush and deodorant and the only brush he has that will go through his hair without scalping him. He spends so long packing and worrying that noon starts to approach and his stomach turns more than ever.

He's so nervous.

He fucking loves Steve and it's killing him from the inside out.

And then the drive over only takes 5 minutes so it’s not like he can listen to something to calm down before he pulls into the driveway.

He parks behind Steve's car, takes a few deep breaths on his walk up to the door and goes to knock right when he’s swinging the door open to tug him inside.

Steve hugs him tight as soon as the door is closed and no prying eyes will be on them. He kisses the side of his neck and breathes him in deeply. “You’re here.”

“I am,” he settles every fear fading as he holds Steve back. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he repeats, kissing eddies cheek lightly as he pulls away. “I have to go get the towels from the dryer, they beeped as you pulled in, you okay waiting here a sec?”

He nods, “yeah, take your time.”

“Thanks,” he steals one more kiss and then rushes out of the foyer and out of Eddie’s sight.

He looks around the foyer, the entrance of his house bigger than Eddie’s entire trailer… he sighed, wandering over to the black grand piano by the spiral staircase. He takes a seat at the bench, noticing the dust on the wood and the decorative runner laid on top of it. He lifts the cover, tapping some of the keys gently to see if they’re in tune, and if they sound okay.

He plays one of the only songs he knows on piano, his mom used to play the piano in her group recovery room, she taught him to play there, he’d never forget it.

The Winner Takes It All, with its easy key progression and sweet lyrics, it was a song his mother loved so dearly, from the moment it was released 6 years ago. Sometimes he couldn’t believe she’s been gone almost as long as it was out.

“I don’t wanna talk,” he sings softly to himself, not even thinking about Steve coming back to find this. “About the the things we’ve gone through. Thought it’s hurting me, now it’s history… I’ve played all my cards, and that’s what you’ve done too, nothing more to say, no more ace to play.”

Steve comes up the stairs from the basement to the angelic sound of the piano flowing through the house. It’s been years since anyone has played it. He didn’t even know Eddie knew how to play… he learns that Eddie can sing too, the closer he gets.

“The winner takes it all, the loser standing small. Beside the victory, that’s her destiny… I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there, I figured it made sense… Building me a fence. Building me a home. Thinking I'd be strong there. But I was a fool… Playing by the rules,” Eddie’s voice fits the song so beautifully that Steve stops in his tracks and stares from the doorway.

His voice echoes around the room beautifully, he’s effortlessly playing the keys like he’s touched them a million times before like his fingers are home. He plays with more intent, louder and more in the zone, it’s quite beautiful.

“The gods may throw a dice! Their minds as cold as ice… and someone way down here… Loses someone dear.

The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall. It's simple and it's plain why should I complain?”

Steve walks over slowly, not wanting to get too close incase he startles him and the song stops. He never wants it to stop.

“But tell me, does she kiss, like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same when she calls your name?” Eddie doesn’t change the original pronouns, making Steve feel it even deeper in his chest.

What he’s feeling? He doesn’t know yet.

“Somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you? But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed…The judges will decide! The likes of me abide… spectators of the show! Always staying low!!!” his beautiful voice hits that bravado and Steve’s knees almost buckle beneath him.

“The game is on again! A lover or a friend! A big thing or a small! The winner takes it all!”

He slows almost to a stop, playing softly, humming to himself, like he couldn’t carry on singing that hard anymore like his emotions got to him. So Steve stands behind him, placing his hand on Eddie’s shoulder softly, he jumps out of his skin and hits random keys, “I’m sorry—

“It’s okay— more than okay, even, that was beautiful,” Steve cuts him off and takes a seat beside him on the bench. “What brought all that on? Are you okay?”

He nods, “my mom used to play it a lot… before she died.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve looks deep into his eyes, tearing up just the same as his. “I didn’t know you lost your mom…”

“Yeah,” he takes a shaky deep breath and Steve feels bad.

“We don’t have to talk about it I don’t want you to be upset, this was supposed to be fun,” he reminds Eddie. “I uh, I have clean towels and stuff if you wanted to go swimming still?”

“I just miss her sometimes, but it’s okay,” Eddie whispers, not wanting to change the topic, not minding that he’s being vulnerable with Steve Harrington of all people.

“I don’t know what it’s like to have parents to miss, otherwise I’d say something comforting,” Steve’s honest. “In a way, I’m kinda glad they suck, cause this looks painful.”

Eddie laughs a bit, “yeah, it sucks, but I also have a shit dad so I get that side too.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve touches his arm again, smiling softly to let him know it’s okay. It doesn’t take much for Eddie to feel okay with Steve, but he feels safe when Steve moves in closer, hugging his arm and resting his head on his shoulder.

It’s such a small act of trust, so innocent and pure, like a child seeking safety in their guardians' embrace, Steve feels comfortable with him. Him. Of all people in the world, it was Eddie the freak Munson that he was hanging off of like a scared cat caught in the rain and rescued by his person… it means more to Eddie than he would ever express.

He keeps playing even with Steve on his arm, the same cords as before, finishing the song that fit them so fucking well it was like ABBA wrote it for them from the future. “I don’t wanna talk,” Steve sings instead, his voice so low and different from the key Eddie was used to. “If it makes you feel sad. And I understand. You’ve come to shake my hand.”

“I apologize,” Eddie sings alongside him, soft and gentle and just for him. “If it makes you feel bad. Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence.”

“The winner takes it all!” Eddie belts, louder than before, stunning Steve that he can do “The winner takes it all!” Hitting the keys with passion and fervour, it’s impressive and exciting and honestly… pretty hot.

Still wrapped around his arm, albeit gently and barely holding on as Eddie played enthusiastically, he digs his chin into his shoulder as he tightens his grip and hugs his arm before doing the impossible. He kisses Eddie’s shoulder gently and covers it back up with his chin as if it never happened. Snuggled in, Eddie’s gone still from shock Steve thinks, when really Eddie just didn’t want to move and risk Steve rushing away.

“I really, really, like you, Steve,” he admits, glad he’s not looking at him to see the panic on his face.

“I’d hope so,” he giggles a bit, his laugh vibrating through his body and shaking a smile into Eddie’s face. “I like you too.”

“Should we go swimming now?” He asks, hopelessly embarrassed by the confession and even more so by his confusion. He didn’t know if Steve was just like this with all his friends or if he like liked him…

Steve pulls away and stands up, reaching out a hand for Eddie to take, he does and makes it back to his feet, eye level with Steve. He never thought the colour of his eyes was to be desired until he saw Steve’s matching brown wonders, he gets lost in them momentarily. Swimming in the chocolate sea with content.

“Did you bring any swim trunks?” He asks, breaking Eddie out of his haze.

He nods, “under my jeans…”

“I was gonna say you’re a little bundled up for the end of June,” he teases.

“I have enough clothes for like 4 outfits, I can’t help it,” he explains, “it’s annoying trying that I only have so many ways to mix and match them so I don’t repeat often.”

“You can rummage through my closet? My mom buys me clothes to make up for how mean my dad is to us and I never wear most of the shit, you’re more than welcome to take anything you want,” he explains, “not like a handout or cause I feel bad for you or anything more in a what’s mine can be yours too if you want it? Kinda way…”

All he can do is nod along. His heart almost leaps out of his chest at those words, they sound a lot like what love is supposed to be to him and he wants it so badly. To be loved by Steve Harrington would be a blessing.

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“Dude…” Eddie stills when he sees Steve’s room. It’s boring and plain, there’s nothing on the walls, the rooms an ugly cream colour, there’s no metals or awards or family photos… there isn’t a single sports banner or album artwork, it’s just a bed and a desk and a walk-in closet.

“What?”

“Your room has no personality?” His heart hurts, “where’s all your stuff?”

“Here?” He points, confused, “why? What’s your room look like”

“A pig sty where a bomb went off,” he quotes his uncle. “Do your parents not let you decorate?”

“It is decorated, there’s wallpaper,” he references to the wall behind his bed that was different from the rest. “And I made that model plane when I was 9,” he points at the old fighter jet hanging from the ceiling in front of his window.”

“i mean like posters, vinyls, nicknacks,” he really can’t believe it. Even his desk was clean. “It looks like you moved in yesterday.”

He shrugs, “it’s just always been like this.”

“I guess I expected it to be more like Robin's room,” he explains. “You know, her room is full of memories, she has everything taped to her walls and it’s so her… I was expecting all your sports awards to be up.”

“I have some participation ribbons and things I put away before you got here, I haven’t actually won anything myself, before,” he admits. “I’ve been on teams that have won, but the awards are at school. I don’t have any real accomplishments here.”

“That makes two of us,” Eddie rests a hand on his shoulder and pulls him into a hug. “Maybe we can get you some things to make it homier here…”

“I’m going to move out soon,” he admits, hugging Eddie back and resting his chin on his shoulder, swaying slightly. “I’ve saved all my money this summer and all my birthday money for years and I steal cash from my dad's desk drawer…”

“Rebel,” Eddie teases. “You should get a trailer… then we’d be neighbours.”

“Or roommates,” he suggests. “It would be nice to see you all the time… we could drive to work together and have dinners and stay up all night watching movies.”

“You’re so fucking cute it makes me want to scream, Harrington,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, squeezing him impossibly tight, he lifts Steve off the ground slightly and spins them around.

Steve laughs, holding on for dear life until his feet hit the ground again. “I’m just being honest!” He can’t help but get louder, his heart was so full that yelling was the only thing that felt right.

Eddie grabs both of his cheeks in his hands and kisses him right on the lips again, after thinking about it all night long, he was finally kissing him again. It's Steve who initiates more, swiping his tongue along eddies bottom lip, asking permission to make out with him.

With his hands searching Steve's back and his tongue making acquaintance with his own, he backs them up slowly until the backs of Steve’s knees are hitting the edge of his mattress. The kiss breaks for a second, Steve drags him into bed, pushing his jacket off his shoulders before he pushes Eddie down against the mattress and hovers over him. Laying mostly on his side, he tries his best not to touch Eddie too much, but Eddie grabs his hips and pulls him flush to his body, a hand on each thigh as Steve straddled him. He was literally in heaven right now.

He gently swipes Eddie’s hair off his face and behind his ear, “hi.”

“Hi?” Eddie’s breathless, shocked that they’ve ended up here as quickly as they have. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing my Eddie,” he whispers. He didn’t want to say friend cause they were more, and he couldn’t say boyfriend because that was too constricting for him right now… so he was now his Eddie.

He leans forward, kissing Eddie on the lips once more, and then his cheek and forehead. Both eyelids, his perfect nose, everything. “I’d like to kiss all of you…” he admits, moving to kiss his jaw and his neck.

Eddie cranes his neck to the side, giving him more room to kiss, “you can’t leave any marks… cause if I mark you up they’ll all know.”

Steve hums against him, his breath hot on Eddie’s neck as he pulls the neck of his shirt down, “you mean more… I have a hickie already, mister.”

“Mhm,” he bites his lips as Steve gently sucks on his collarbone, pulling away with a pop, he blows cold hair over it right after, making Eddie’s breath come out sputtered as he forgets how to swallow properly. He doesn’t even realize his nipples are hard until Steve plays with the left one, the one with a piercing through it.

He gasps, almost choking, “fuck, Steve, stop…”

“Okay,” he stills, afraid to move. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never done anything like this with a guy either… I’ve never even slept with a girl yet,” he admits. “And as fucking amazing as this feels, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.”

“Okay, so I can show you,” Steve is gentile. “I mean, sex is sex—

“And I’m a virgin,” the words slip past Eddie’s lips as his face fills with shame. “I know it doesn’t seem like a huge thing to you cause you’ve had so many people in this bed before me…”

“Not that many,” he feels defensive. “I’ve slept with a few girls, sue me, but not all here…”

“It's still more than me,” Eddie whispers. “I feel like a fucking loser because of it.”

“You’re not?” Steve reaches out for him again, hand on his cheek, “you’re perfect the way you are and honestly… it will be nice when we finally do something cause I’ve never been with someone who cares about me… like really cares.”

“Not even Nancy? You were together a whole year,” he’s genuinely curious.”

Steve sighs and cuddles back into eddies chest

“Do you remember that party in 84, around Halloween? When Billy first showed up…”

“How can I forget,” he rolled his eyes. “God, it was a shit show, I think someone roofied the punch.”

“yeah… Nancy got so fucked up—

“You spilled the punch on her,” Eddie remembers. “And then you ran off to the bathroom.”

“Where she told me I’m bullshit, our relationship wasn’t ever real and she didn’t love me,” he starts to cry. “She just stayed with me 'cause she felt bad about everything that happened and she led me on for a whole fucking year. I loved her so much, I wanted to marry her… I was going to go work for my dad and stay here for a bit till she graduated and then follow her to school and she just couldn’t wait for me to get bored and break it off so she wouldn’t have to…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie’s instant reaction is to protect, and from how devastated Steve looks, Eddie wants to kill… “she pretended? For a fucking year?”

He nods, dropping his chin down to rest against Eddie’s chest, “God, I can’t even begin to tell you why… and you wouldn’t believe me if I did? But I could get Dustin to confirm it when he gets home from camp.”

“He said they went through something bad as a group, and I mean, I know the whole zombie boy thing with Will… didn’t Barb go missing around then too?”

He nods, “Nancy thinks we killed her… she was taken from my yard while we were right her.”

“Oh,” Eddie realizes. “So she had sex with you for the first time the night her friend died and that makes you the bad guy?”

He nods, “or at least the biggest mistake of her life.”

“Not to be mean, but girls are fucking dumb in high school, they always say guys are but they can be just as clueless,” Eddie explains. “I mean, with the hormones from having sex the first time and the trauma of losing a friend, I can see why she’d be so willing to get so fucked up at a party… but leading you on like that is so careless and hurtful, sweetheart, I’m sorry, genuinely.”

“It’s okay,” he says again.

“It’s really not… but I get it if you want to drop it?” Eddie stares at him gently, brushing his hair behind his ear and cupping his cheek. He just wants to know where to lead the conversation, never being very good at making a conversation last long without some fantasy, and he can’t do that here.

“Why don’t you tell me a secret?” Steve asks, “I’ve shared a bit, it’s your turn.”

“Oh… I’m a pretty open book?” He says as he thinks about it. “Deadbeat dad, fantastic uncle, dead mom, trailer park, almost high school drop out, drug dealer… not much more.”

“Nothing super juicy in your family line?” He teases. “Did you know I have a half-brother?”

He shakes his head, “no, what?”

He nods, “my dad got some lady pregnant on a work trip and my mom forgave him as long as he never saw the kid… I only know 'cause I heard them screaming about it once when he got a fathers day card in the mail from him.”

“I understand more and more why my uncle fucking hates his guts every time you tell me more,” Eddie says with a tone of disgust. “Seriously, what a fucking asshole?”

“I hope I meet the kid one day,” he admits. “I’ve always wanted a brother. I think it’s why I love Dustin so much.”

“He’s something else,” Eddie agrees with a smile, he only got a week and a half with the dork before he went away to camp for the month of June. Everyone missed him, he was the life of their party.

Steve, still resting his chin on Eddie’s chest, pulls back and scoots his way up the bed a bit more so he can kiss him. Once, twice, three times before they start smiling, “he’s going to love this, you know?”

“Yeah?” He laughs. “He’s going to like his dungeon master and his babysitter getting together?”

Steve nods, “love it.”

He likes hearing Steve say that word. Love. He wants to be loved by him so fucking bad he’d do anything for it. “Steve… you think you can refrain from talking about him so we can get back to what you invited me here to do?”

He nods, “mhm,” he mumbles against his lips, cupping his face in his hands as he straddles his hips again.

Eddies hands wander up his thighs and over his hips, he slips them into the pockets of Steve’s jeans, cupping his ass as his tongue slips into Eddie’s mouth. Lost in the sensation, they end up in a haze of emotions, slowing time and making the pleasure endless…

It’s the first time Steve didn’t have to have sex to feel truly connected to someone. He felt safe and loved and happy… all without taking his clothes off.

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enigmaticxbee · 2 years

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✖️✖️ 11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever

The one where... Mulder and Scully investigate another anti-aging cannibalism cult and finally talk about their relationship in a church.

Tagline: I Want to be Beautiful

Best: Their series of conversations in the church throughout the episode, especially the final one. Communication, we love to see it. Mulder: I don’t know if any God is listening, but I’m standing right here, and I’m listening. Right beside you. I’m all ears. That’s my choice.

Worst: It’s not really this episode’s fault, but the absolute fury I feel at the promos making us think we would get a kiss, when in fact we get no kiss all revival 🤬

✔️ Flashlights

❌ Woods/Desert

❌ Slideshow

❌ Autopsy

❌ Evidence Disappears

❌ Scully Misses It

❌ Mulder Ditch

❌ Sunflower Seeds

❌ Voiceover

❌ Catch Phrase

❌ Scully is a Medical Doctor

❌ Mulder is Spooky

✔️ Scuuullllaaaaayy!

❌ Fox/Dana

✔️ Inappropriate Touching (that I am here for)

❌ Casual Scully

❌ Casual Mulder

✔️ Trench Coats

❌ Bad Tie Watch

✔️ Glasses Watch

✔️ Taking! It! Personally!: Scully

50 States: New York x16 (45/50)

Investigate: Together

Solve Rate: 80%

✔️ Bechdel Test

MSR: 🐝🐝🐝🐝

Goriness: 👽👽👽👽👽

Creepiness: 👽👽👽

Humor: 👽👽👽

Rewatch Thoughts:

William check-in: Scully: I believed I could protect our son, and I failed.

Break-up check-in: Scully: I believed that we could live together, and I fled. I gave up on that, too.

Mulder doesn’t blame her for those things. She doesn’t blame him for all the bad things that have happened to her either, and I love that we get to hear them have that conversation. She doesn’t want another life, she wants to move forward, together.

Are the doctors listening to Tad O’Malley talk about chemtrails in the opening scene?

Someone in the writer’s room is convinced about the healing and anti-aging properties of human flesh. How many episodes is this that feature cannibals? This episode’s like a mashup between the chicken cannibals from season 2 and the the organ stealing Frankensteining from IWTB.

Have we seen/heard anything else about Scully’s relationship to religion/the Church during the revival? I didn’t get the impression she turned there for support during seasons 8 and 9. I wonder if this is something she turned back to more recently - since leaving Mulder? Since the death of her mother? Since everything with William this season? Of course she was working at the creepy Our Lady of Sorrows during the IWTB period so maybe it was something she returned to after giving up William.

Mulder back to his old scaring off the local investigators with enthusiasm over paranormal knowledge tricks

Mulder: Did you get your hair cut? Scully: Are you kidding me? Ace investigator there 😂

Mulder: I finally know why I’m not a Christian, Scully. My parents never got me a puppy. Scully’s story reminds me of when my little sister tested whether Santa was real by not telling them what she asked Santa for - she didn’t get what she asked for but she decided what she got was even better therefore Santa must be real. She wanted to believe lol.

I can never decide if Scully is supposed to know she’s pregnant at this point and that’s what she’s struggling with? But if that’s the case wouldn’t that be what she told Mulder at the end of the episode? After their talk I can’t buy (or maybe just don’t like the idea of) her hiding it from him, even if it’s just a suspicion and she hasn’t confirmed it yet. So is it supposed to be angst over William even though to our knowledge nothing has changed since they saw him go off at the end of Ghouli? Or angst over their future together, ala the conversation in Plus One?

The Morning After - classic cheery song over a scene of violence, fun stuff. If you listen to the lyrics it’s also really resonant with where Mulder and Scully are at at this point in the series, trying to figure out how to move forward together. We’ll escape the darkness… We won’t be searching anymore…

Their exposition about putting a tracker in the cooler is so awkward, also completely unnecessary, of course that’s what they did!

What’s the point of the vengeance plotline? It could have been completely cut out and not affected the plot (it was the organs they tracked that led them to the cult). Is there something it’s supposed to be doing thematically? I will deliver… I think it’s just one too many things going on in this episode, which don’t all tie neatly together.

All the cult members coming out of the darkness and swarming them is creepy.

Mulder: You know how many times I’ve envisioned that scenario, where you left that basement office before I even needed glasses? Has anyone working on this show even seen the show?? 😳🤯🤨 You mean she should have walked in that first day, saw him sitting there wearing glasses and walked out? 😂

Scully: That’s not my four-year-old self looking for a miracle. That’s my leap of faith forward. And I’d like to do it together. Mulder: I’ve always wondered how this was gonna end. On it’s own I like this scene. When I try to make it work with what happens in the finale my brain short circuits and nothing makes sense.

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placegrenette · 10 months

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all right no really no really this time we are getting Gap, the second ever full-length studio album by That Band I Probably Should Shut Up About Someday, sometime tomorrow Almaty time (knowing our guys and their track record, quite possibly 11:59 pm Almaty time; for those wondering, Almaty is GMT +6, presently ten hours ahead of New York). And I’m putting my markers down before I’ve heard any of it. I am generally terrible at making predictions, but at least this time we’ll have concrete evidence as to how terrible.

so here’s what I’m predicting:

title track music credits are ZaQ, Bala, Alem, in that order, with assistance from DJ Nai

who also helped out with one or two songs we haven’t heard yet.

at least one song will have “Nice Weather”-esque levels of audible vocal processing and I will complain about it.

ZaQ ends up with more music credits than Ace

but Ace has a credit on the most straightforward ballad / love song.

no solo songs, but in the post-release conversations (slash Instagram Lives), Eaglez start asking about solo songs, and the guys say solo works are planned for later in the year.

(and if that turns out to be true, first up is Bala.)

we are not getting any Imanbek remixes. Granted, I may be the only one thinking that an Imanbek remix might be a possibility, after he appeared on the Feya Perizat roundtable with Ace and ZaQ in 2021, but if he was going to offer them a discount on his usual rate he would’ve done it by now.

At least one song (not counting “Gap,” which we’ve already been told has Kazakh/English punning) has as much English as “eMoji” did, or more.

Here’s one of my more out-there predictions: they find a way to sneak Bala speaking some Korean (something cheesy like annyeong hasaeyo or even saranghae) into one of the raps.

We will get official English subs for “Gap” and any other followup singles, but not the entire album.

The four Saturday Tune demos that haven’t already been turned into Independent!Ninety One singles (”T’nda,” “Don’t Dig It,” “Intro,” and “R (Outro)”) are dead, done, nowhere in sight, they have not been repurposed, they will never be heard again. (Sigh.)

I will like maybe one song we haven’t heard yet on first listen. Most of the songs I will dislike, perhaps strongly, the first fifty times I hear them and then give them another 300 listens and refuse to admit it publicly (this is what happened with “Órik,” by the way). So if you listen to the album, whether or not you love it, and come over here to find me being a killjoy, please do not take it personally or conclude that this reflects somehow on your taste! It does not! I am just trying to fight off the inevitable sense of letdown after all this buildup with, “eh, it’s probably not that great.” Rest assured that I do want to hear about you enjoying the album even if I’m being grumpy.

#come find me eaglez #no really i mean it #we've waited long enough for #COMEBACK TIME #ninety one

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Evie love how are you doing? ❤️ For the ao3 wrapped: 27, 29, and 30 are the ones I’m super curious about!!! Big love you <3

my beloved julie hello 💖!! I am doing well!! I always love seeing your name in my notifications. Instant joy 💫 anywho how are you✨?

27. what do you listen to while writing?

It depends on the scene! I have to be careful listening to songs with lyrics, as I can find them distracting. Like I can't hear my own thoughts over the vocalist? I'll also get caught up trying to write to rhythm of the music. (That being said I listen to music a lot BEFORE I write as source of inspiration/set the vibe)

I really enjoy listening to ambient/atmospheric songs. Here are a few!

snowfall

S T A Y

meditation

Forever

bella's lullaby (the twilight renaissance is upon us BABY)

Some other great instrumental songs are Arrival of the Binds and Transformation by the London Orchestra, anything by Emma Louise but especially 17 Hours, Atlas Eyes, and Stainache (she's a singer but very soft) Wind by Prm, The Smallest Piece from Beasts of No Nation, Turning Page by Daniel Jang, Wanderlust by AK, Discovery by AK, Cristofori's Dream by David Lanz, and Hijo De la Luna by Olga Benito to name a few!

29. favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Well first I want to thank you Jules for this question, as it forces me to self-reflect in a POSTIVE way, which I think all of us writers could do more of. Be proud of your work!! Anywho here a few lines I loved :)

from star-stitched:

This quote describes both Kiyoomi's and my relationship with OCD so it has a lot of personal meaning for me :')

“It’s fine,” Motoya assures. “Do your stuff.” I know you want to, being the unspoken thing.

And yet.

And yet, Kiyoomi never wants to. But he always does. A marionette with his strings wrapped around his throat. Bound by Bad Thoughts. Strangled by the fabric of who he is. Kiyoomi never wants to, but he always does.

I also liked this description of Kiyoomi thinking Atsumu is about to touch him after a successful service ace (they're thirteen during this)!

Bad Habits, Bad Thoughts, Bad Days. A malady melody in a relentless crescendo. A desperate chant of,

don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t—

I won’t.

Miya steers clear of Kiyoomi and drops down onto the ground in front of his spewing bag. A sudden caesura. The closing of a conductor’s fist. Kiyoomi’s worries tucked away in the bed of his palm. It leaves him almost dizzy. To be well within someone’s reach, only for them to take nothing but his breath. Hold it for him in their hand.

from earth and moon

both of these quotes I like in terms of their prose and what they represent thematically! This one pertains to what Suna sees as the inevitability of Osamu leaving him due to outside forces.

Osamu kisses him back like he’s crafting rice, wrapping hands, looking at stars. He kisses Rin like he’s an open wound and he knows. (Rin should stop acting as if he doesn’t.) He kisses Rin like they have time.

They don't. Not really. Not even the rain can make Rin forget that now.

Now.

Now, Rin thinks of gravity. Gravity, the pinnacle force, which tethers together the earth and moon. Gravity which can tug on time and space like Osamu does with Rin’s hair to kiss his neck. (He does). Gravity which can pull a moment away from the greedy hands of memory. Gravity which can make something last.

Rin knows forever is too much to ask of anything, of anyone. But could he at least ask for this moment to last? Stretch it out like Osamu’s back in the grass. Cup it like his face in the morning. Hold it like his body in bed. Could Rin at least ask for this moment to last? Please? For now?

Now?

No.

I enjoy this next one as it represents the motif of cyclical universes! Sue me I’m a slut of adjectives and adverbs (context they're watching a documentary together)

Rin watches the slide of the screen's prismatic light over Osamu’s enraptured expression. Empyrean ivories, astral blues, elysian reds. Osamu, in celestial technicolor. Rin watches the world end and begin again on Osamu’s face. Infinity becomes briefly human.

Anywho, if you liked those quotes then it'd mean the world if you checked out those stories :)

30. biggest surprise while writing this year?

Probably how much I missed it! While I've been writing since I was a wee lass, I only wrote original works and primarily focused on scripts from high school onwards. In college, I hardly wrote for fun at all, since I just didn't have time.

BUT I started writing regularly again in September of 2021 after discovering fanfic and I remembered how much I loved writing in general, but especially narratively. I've re-fallen in love with words and the wonders they can do :)

#one day I would like to write professionally but right now writing is my hobby and I don't want to risk giving up that comfort yet #thank you for the asks my darling!!#jules!! 💖#burning the trees #writing #writeblr #writing asks #ao3 writers #ao3 asks #asks #sakuatsu #sunosa #sakusa x atsumu #suna x osamu #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fics #hq writing #hq #evie’s jeevies

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Music Asks! Ask me things!

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD Hhhhhhhh there are so many though… Okay:

Motörhead, "Ace Of Spades"

The jam session part of "Freebird" is also good for playing loud, though I know Skyyyyyyynyrd are kind of controversial. But, man, get out your lighters.

And there are a bunch of songs that I, personally, like to play loud because that's my own taste but it's a bit idiosyncratic. Like, I will play Eurobeat anything loud as hell. I will play Techpara anything loud as hell. Anything from Rage Against the Machine gets to be loud. I always turn up "Someone to Love" and most Yes songs if one comes on the radio. (I am a bit of a radio addict and I have been vastly disappointed in what's passing for pop music in the last few years, let me tell you. Save us, Fall Out Boy.)

I will play "Never Gonna Give You Up" loud if it comes on the radio. Because I like to try and Rickroll the other cars around me.

17 :A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke I have a lot of solo karaoke songs but a duet? Not so much...

I dunno, can I say "Leather and Lace" in honor of the drunk couple who were singing it in the stairwell of my apartment building at 4am years and years ago? When I left for work a few hours later that same day, I absolutely had to check for any abandoned bottles and I was hoping to find something half-way decent. I would have forgiven them for waking me at 4am with their duet if they'd be drinking something more or less interesting. But no: it was fucking Miller Lite, the kind that came in the bottle-shaped cans. I was disappointed in them. You're gonna get smashed on light beer and then wake me up with your singing at 4am? C'mon.

If I can find someone to harmonize with me, we could annoy everyone with "Hotel California" in polyphony. Actually, we could do a lot of bluegrass and mountain music with harmony like that (I have Thoughts for Mumford & Sons about their lack of harmony in some of their songs). The thing is, a lot of bluegrass and mountain music is better for groups of singers where everyone just kind of finds their note (my mom raised me on folk music of all kinds). At that point it's not karaoke though.

It's gotta be something not-quite-a-real-duet, though. Like, we gotta do something Simon and Garfunkle or Hall and Oats, where there's technically two people but it's not really a duet the way "I've Got You Babe" or "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" are.

On second thought, anyone wanna sing some Babymetal with me? That'd be fun.

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to This isn't a specific song so much as a concept: I think everyone should listen to a song from a genre they never thought they'd listen to.

Find a genre you don't know anything about, maybe even a genre you hate, and go read up on it a bit, find a list of the "top 10" or "most recommended" songs for that genre--Wikipedia will probably mention several bands in an article on the genre.

Then go listen to a song or two. You are under zero (0) obligation to like the song or the genre. But I think it's worthwhile to at least listen to a couple of songs from a genre outside your usuals. Even if you hate it, try to understand why fans might like it. Look at it from an "art" perspective: what's going on here? What is the musician thinking or communicating? See if you can break some stereotypes you have about the genre.

I've done this more than a few times, though I know I may be an outlier adn should not be counted because I like nosing around in music (despite all the names I mentioned here being really fuckin' basic). I had the best time working in the music department a B&N. Even if the guys in the department were kind of snobs about music, they did know about a lot of obscure groups and genres that I definitely did not yet know (they weren't interested in what I knew though, so fuck those guys; one is in prison right now, btw). So these guys were pretty pleased to show off what they knew about math rock and the Black Heart Procession and I got to get a sense of what these styles or groups were about. Some of it I hated but I don't think I ever would have heard of or about this stuff if someone hadn't played it for me. So hopefully this is the next best thing.

Go listen to some fuckin…idk, bossa nova or something. Go figure out why you've always said "I love all kinds of music--except rap and country." Go explore shoegaze or original grunge or beach music or read about how "Pet Sounds" is actually a really significant album.

So it's not one particular song I think everyone should listen to. I think everyone should listen to a song they might not have otherwise listened to.

#ask game #ask me things #anon is on

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