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Chattersky
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#Byrdclan#bc apprentices#bc warriors#Chatterpaw#Chattersky#Thrushpaw#Thrushfade#Sunbirdpaw#Sunbirdbloom#Lorikeetpaw#Lorikeettail#237 moons#bc ceremonies
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blue supermoon last night âš
#clouds blocked most of it#but saw it on the drive home#was so pretty pls#had to go cus the next one isnât til 2037#and I have this thing with the number 237 so#felt necessary almost#moon#blue supermoon#mine
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Moon 237
Pinebramble healed with a weak leg
Bluepaw is (re)named Bluelotus
Tanglepaw is named Tangleberry!
Apprentices! (Foggypaw is rementored to Troutmoss)
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To the moon and to Saturn đȘ
Lando Norris x Model!Reader
socmed au
summary: where they give the audience chaos because of their rumored "breakup"
warning/s: sexual innuendos (if you squint)
author's note: just a little something to get me out of writing slump đ„č there's a part 2 to this fic if you wanna check it outđ«¶
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user1 MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user2 PLEASE MARRY ME
user3 mother is living her best life and im here for it
user4 GET OUT OF THE WAY LANDO IM GONNA STEAL HER
user5 kinda sus no lando in the comments simping over how hot she is
user6 TRUE he usually comments and likes her post like a second after she posted it đ
user7 there's got to be something
user8 no there's just something wrong in y'all's head...
user9 yeah leave them and their relationship alone
yourfriend back and better in black
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user10 interesting...đ„Ž
user11 what do they mean by thisđ
user12 maybe because it's been awhile since yn got back in modeling after her supporting lando and going on a vacation with him?
user13 you guys are reading into this too much
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lando.jpg parties and a tad bit hungover...
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user1 YOU CAN'T JUST POST THE 2ND PHOTO AND GET AWAY WITH IT
user2 i believe he's thirst trapping his way out of the issue
user3 what issue?
user2 some are saying him and yn broke up
user3 lol people are too obsessed with their relationship im not surprised we won't get any posts from them anymore lol
user2 true
maxfewtrell nice music but please don't throw up on me next time
maxverstappen1 why was i not invited
landonorris you were busy with something elseđđđ
maxverstappen1 oh i see you're still on it...
user4 am i delusional if i think this is about yn ?????
user5 babes im gonna be delusional with u
user6 yeah noâ€ïž
user4 what if they just fought?
user6 what if you all leave them alone lol
danielricciardo nice party, hoping for that one more important invite next timeđ
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user7 don't mean to ruin the vibes but where's my girl yn :((
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user1 THE GIRLS ARE BACK
user2 THEY'RE SO HOT
user3 WAIT SHE'S IN NEW YORK???
user4 CAN'T BELIEVE MOTHER AND I ARE BREATHING THE SAME AIR
user5 im sorry but it's been like a month of them not posting each otherđ
user6 it's been a bad month for usđ
user7 my parents :'(
user8 them in one frame is too much to handle
user9 uhmmm why is she hanging out with the exes????đ
user10 maybe because they're still friends and her girlfriends' breakups has nothing to do with their friendship???
user11 ikr... is she like a member of the club now?
user12 i hope not lol
isahernaez missed you so much! And im so happy for youâ€ïž
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user13 her liking it...
user14 she's happy for her meaning she's like in a better place now????đ
user15 don't do this to me
user16 geez they cant even say anything that you guys do not to relate to her relationship lmao
via twitter...
via instagram...
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landonorris just married my best friend, the love of my life, and my better half. I love you until one can reach the sky.
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user1 WE WERE MOURNING THEIR "BREAK UP" ONLY TO BE WOKEN UP TO THIS POSTđ
user2 this is my childhood bestfriends to lovers trope!
user3 no cause where's mine?!
user4 this is so much better than a black background and default font ig story announcement that they broke upđ
carlossainz55 i hope yn can make it through the night when she hears you snore
landonorris I don't snore!
carlossainz55 sure and birds cant fly
yourusername some birds can't
landonorris see???
yourusername but you do snore love
user5 IVE MISSED TIMES LIKE THISđ
maxverstappen1 can't believe you got married before me
user6 you better watch your step mister, I'm literally right behind you.
landonorris đ«Ą i would not dare
yourfriend oh yeah you'll never hear the end of it
yourusername stop threatening my husbandđ
user7 "husband"đđđđđđđđ all of us are crying
lewishamilton congrats mate!
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yourusername Love you to the moon and to Saturnâ€ïž
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user1 no because you don't know how happy i am for themđ
user2 i can finally sleep in peace at night with a smile on my face knowing my parents literally got married
user3 i have never once cried over celebrity couples getting married but thisđ
user4 kinda valid knowing how much they went through just to be where they are nowđ
user5 from them being childhood bestfriends to being enemies to being best friends again and now they're married?!đ
user6 im so happy for them đ„ș
lilymhe congrats love! just tell me if lando hurts you I will literally snatch you from him
yourusername you're first on my contacts
landonorris hey! no fair
charlottesine gotta admit i shed a tear seeing you walk down the aisleđ„ș so happy for you!
yourusername love you cha!
user7 yn is so blessed with her husband and her friendsđ„ș
user8 and they're very blessed with her toođ„ș she's like the gentlest most loving person ever
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landonorris very lucky to have her as my wife
user9 THEY JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF CALLING EO HUSBAND/WIFEđ
user10 im gonna bathe with my toaster
user11 gonna lay down on the road
yourusername awww are you trying to ask for more lasagna?
landonorris did it work?
yourusername nope :P maybe kisses will do for now?
landonorris never mind the lasagna, brb gonna get it you owe me about a hundred ;)
user12 not them flirting under the comments!!đ Get a room!đ
user13 oh they're abt to
#lando norris x oc#lando norris x reader#lando norris au#lando norris#f1 socmed au#f1#fluff#f1 fic#f1 fluff#lando norris social media au
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the devil i know
chapter ten: i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know
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fic tag | fic playlist | fic masterlist
pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: Your full moon rite sparks some unexpected confessions.
cw: explicit, smut, monsterfucking, piv sex, rough sex, name calling, public sex, exhibitionism, mild choking, brat taming, dumbification, reader is in heat, sex in a cemetery, eddie is a tease, marriage mention, sex pact, demonic rituals, love confessions, animal death mention, dead dove: do not eat
please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.
ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI
It doesnât take you long to find a rickety motel in the middle of rip-roaring Cleary, across the river from Eastwick. You donât imagine youâll stay long enough to warrant another rental house or apartment, but you donât want to think about what youâll do when this is all over. You didnât stop to collect anything besides a change of clothes after your apartment went up in flames; you hopped out the bedroom window and took off in your car, trying not to focus on how the fire never burned you, or how Eddie kissed your hand before disappearing into the flames.Â
The motel is backed up by trees, trees, and more trees. Itâs a sprawling campus with two two-storey buildings, and a bungalow of a few cottages. The check in desk is inside a small reconstructionist Victorian-style house that doubles as a tavern on the weekends.Â
Thankfully, itâs not the weekend.Â
You stalk up the stairs of the second building, careful not to be heard by other guests. The motel still uses physical room keys; yours boasts a tag that reads 237. You slip mostly quietly into your room, and shut the door before leaning heavily against it. Checking in took more confidence than you have at the moment. You werenât sure if the clerk could still see blood in your hair or your skin, smell the smoke on the clothes youâd quickly snatched from your dresser before the flames could touch them.
Youâd washed off by pulling over and jumping into the river on your way out of town. The water was fucking freezing, and now instead of blood you have river water in your hair. Go figure.Â
You walk forward and collapse onto the motel bed. The box spring squeaks, the A/C unit clatters as it turns on, and you flop over to stare at the asbestos popcorn on the ceiling.Â
You laugh. You got out of everything easily; being attacked by Andy, your shithole apartment burning to a crisp, and (god forbid) skinny dipping in the Eastwick river. Eddieâs mark still burns on your wrist, under the sleeve of your sweater.
You donât have anything now, aside from your car and the clothes on your back, and the money in your wallet. The police are stupid enough that theyâll assume youâre dead. Youâre sure that if the complaints about gunshots arenât enough to convince them, the blood on the walls that hasnât been boiled away by the fire will.Â
Dante emerges from the shadows, barks happily once and hops onto the bed to settle beside you. He doesnât have blood on him anymore, thank godâ you donât know what youâd do if you had to leave the motel with random bloodstains all over the white linens.Â
And the darkness forms into the shape of your lover, who sinks onto the bed beside you and stares down at you with the darkest, most beautiful eyes youâve ever seen in this life or the last. Eddieâs cheeks flush the prettiest carnation pink to match his lips when you reach up and trace them with your fingers. You lift yourself up to settle into his lap, all smiles as you wrap the demon around your little finger and catch his bottom lip between your teeth.Â
And you⊠youâre alive, and you can do anything that you want.
Whispers in the dark. Footfalls behind rotted trees, scuffs of earth that havenât actually been stirred. It canât entirely be in your mind. The crossroads is a volatile place at night, and even worse when the moon is full.
You asked a very confused motel clerk where the nearest crossroads she knew of wasâ she directed you to something in the center of town. That wouldnât work, of course. You could only imagine Eddie throwing you down in the middle of an intersection and fucking you halfway to Sunday in front of the entire town.
Youâre sure heâd love to do that, too.
You sighed and just ended up asking Eddie if he could tell you where the closest one was. If heâs a crossroads demon, it only stands to reason that heâd have a spidey-sense for that sort of thing.
Thereâs one about a hundred yards into the trees behind the motel. Take your time.
Of course, he isnât there when you arrive. You donât know why heâs drawing things out, while your body is breaking out in a cold sweat at the thought of him. Considering you fucked again last night, after you got to the motel, managing not to blow the place up this time, you would think that youâd gotten your fill.Â
But no, your body is still going insane with fever and lust, like it just canât sit still without him there. The moon hangs overhead, bright white in the sky. Thereâs the littlest peek of it through the tree cover, but itâs enough to let you know that you have the right time, and youâre certainly in the right place. Your body knows that itâs in a more liminal place, now.
You tear at your clothes. You throw your shirt over your head so that your bare chest can hit some sort of fresh air and, theoretically, find some relief. You yank your pants off roughly and toss them into the bushes. All it does is cause another form of stimulationâ the cool night air on the dampness of your skin, paired with the burning realization that youâre undressing in public.Â
Sort of. Youâre the only one here. Or, at least, the only living person.Â
Youâre not⊠nervous. Per se. You just donât know what to expect out of a full moon rite. Will the ground split open and swallow you? Is it just gonna be a normal fuck with your demon boyfriend? Are you going to be able to walk afterwards?
âProbably not.âÂ
Eddie. His presence pulses, screaming at you from across the clearing. Two paths cross in the center of it, creating an X on the ground where he stands, like heâs dead on a target.Â
âLook at you, getting started without me.â He chuckles. âAnd here I thought I was excited.â
The rabid animal in your chest leaps for him, and you follow it, like everything that youâve felt and done for him up to this point has been preamble. Eddieâs arms come around you like theyâre meant to be there, and you want them to be. Forever and ever and ever, until the meek inherit the earth and the sea swallows the land, et cetera.Â
Until the only thing left in the universe are your intertwined souls.
Your kiss is brutal, bordering on desperate rather than sweet. Eddie giggles into itâ you donât think youâll ever get tired of hearing that soft, manic giggle, or feeling it on your lips as you kiss him.Â
Eddie is too sweet for Hell and too chaotic for Heaven. Youâre not sure how to reconcile it. At the end of it all, you donât really see how spending eternity with him could ever be a bad thing. You donât see why you wouldnât give him your soul, again and again.Â
Eddieâs hands cradle your face, stroking strands of hair away from it while his eyes glow warm and inviting. âDid you get everything you wanted, sweetheart?â he asks, his fingers toying with a little strand beside your ear, curling it tightly around his fingertip before letting it slip free.Â
You think about it. In total, roughly two weeks have passed since you first signed over your soul to Eddie, and so far you have everything to show for it. You had your promotion, you got your car, a new dog. You killed your shitty ex and now you have a real reason to get the hell out of dodge.Â
It doesnât seem like it makes sense. It doesnât seem like a happy ending, but it is. Itâs the happiest ending in the world for you, because you donât have to stay in Eastwick with all the stones being thrown and taunts being yelled in your direction. And youâre in love with him.
You fell for the demon you sold your soul to, in a grand fucking total of two weeks and counting. And if that doesnât scream irony, you donât know what does.
âI did,â you say, nodding between his hands. You suck in a deep breath, smelling his smoke and the warmth of his body, and it makes your chest ache. âYouâre what I want, Eddie. I love you so much.â
Eddie stops, blinking his fiery eyes at you. âWhatâ whatâd you just say?â
âI said I love you,â you repeat. Youâre not taking it back. Not now. And you donât have the ability to feel embarrassed about it, either. âI love you, baby. Iâve never felt this way about anyone beforeââ
âThatâs because youâre in heat, baby,â Eddie insists, anxiously stroking your hair again like heâs trying to self-soothe. âYour bodyâs just gearing up for the rite, itâs notâ youâre not in love with meââ
âYes. I. Am.â You shoot him a caustic glare, balling your fists against his shoulders. âYou can read my mind, right? You must know, Eddie. I think I started falling in love with you the minute you showed up with that stupid smirk and Iâ I fell for you, and I donât care about the deal or heat or fucking rites, I just want you.â
Shushing you, he pets your head with a gentle hand. He sounds pained when he says, âIâve loved you since Lacey brought me your petition.â
You freeze at that. âLacey?â
Eddie nods.Â
âMy⊠my dog?â You canât wrap your head around it. Your blood is pounding in your ears, adrenaline making your hands vibrate as they grasp at him. Your dogâ your sweet little girl who you thought was simply gone foreverâ is still protecting you, still pulling strings to give you a happy ending? âLacey brought myâ?â
âShe chose me,â he tells you honestly. âShe chose me for you. Because⊠she knew I was meant to be yours. And I am. I am yours. Forever, if youâll have me.â
Youâre nodding, excitedly, but you also smother him in a kiss before he can continue. Youâll have him forever, and ever, and even longer after that. Your need and your love both stretch on for eternity, and Eddie wonât say no to it. Heâs kind of selfish that way.
He takes your wrist, and raises it to kiss the mark of his name on your skin. His eyes meet yours, and the mark burns, glowing orange and bright like itâs just been placed there.Â
âEddie, whatâ? â You whimper, your grip tightening on Eddieâs shoulder, but he just cradles you against him, soothing his lips over the mark on your skin until it stops burning, seconds later.
âHave to start the ritual, baby,â he says, and winks at you. âDoesnât count if we just fuck like idiots without clocking in, yâknow.âÂ
His hands on you are wretched as sin, kneading at you like heâs just trying to memorize your body. You make a soft noise in your throat, letting your head fall to his shoulder with a huff of breath. Your eyes feel heavy as you breathe in his scentâ his smoke, his fumes. They surround you, shrouding you in comfort and warmth, safety in the unforgiving cold and empty night.
âIâd do it without the ritual,â you hear yourself murmuring into his shoulder, your lips grazing across his tattered denim vest and up onto his neck. Thereâs a pulse beneath his skin, something that feels so human that it makes your own heart tremble in your chest. You canât seem to stop yourself from talking, now. âIâd fuck you anywhere. All the time. I just fucking want youâŠâ
âI know,â he chuckles, his hand cradling the back of your neck. âSo letâs have some fun, yeah?â
You nod. You expect him to lower you down onto the ground, something like last night but with dead leaves and dirt all over you instead of blood. But instead, he just presses a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then he swats your ass so hard that it makes you gasp.
âCâmon baby,â he whispers into your ear, his eyes and touch burning hot. âI know a spot.â
And with a blink, Eddie disappears, leaving you alone in the crossroads.Â
âWait, whatââ
A noise in the bushes makes you startle, and then something pushes you from behind, urging you into the trees. You yelp, and then a voice in your ear says, Trust me.
Stumbling, naked and delirious with lust, you trip and throw your hands against a tree to steady yourself. Darkness clings to the black night around you, just like your mind clings to every sound behind you, alerting you of Eddieâs presence.Â
It takes a good amount of you stumbling through the trees, guided by gentle prods at your back and sides, before you start to hear things behind you. You wonder if heâs climbed up into the trees and heâs watching you from above, like some angel of death.Â
The ground is uneven and damp from recent rain. Thereâs no path before or behind you, just infinite trees, looming out of the abyss apathetically. The trees donât care what you do. Theyâve been here, time and time again, and youâre sure that you are the least horrible thing theyâve seen.
In retrospect, you probably should have brought a flashlight. At least youâd be able to see him, wherever the fuck he is. Or where youâre going. Youâre moving by the light of the moon in the trees.Â
He wouldnât let you, like⊠actually eat shit, would he?
Eddie appears close to your shoulder once, just a flash of glowing eyes and a brush of a hand on your bare shoulder, a huff of breath in your ear. Toying with you, letting you know that heâs still there, guiding you in the direction that he wants. You whirl around to grab for him, but heâs already gone, leaving nothing but a giggle and a puff of smoke in his wake. He makes it clear, you canât catch him; heâll just appear, whenever and wherever he pleases.
You watch him skulk through the trees up ahead, just wandering as though he has all day. As if you arenât aching for him and seething with rage at the trees that appear out of the darkness just to get in the way. His eyes are yellow, glowing in the dark like beacons, letting you know exactly where to go.Â
He leads you to a cemetery.
The back fence backs up to the trees, bent and mangled from teenagers breaking into it at night to party. Eddie disappears into the shadows, phasing out of existence in your periphery, leaving you alone to duck into the cemetery and weave through the weathered stones.
You can feel Eddieâs breath on your neck, even though your other senses tell you that nothing is there. It ignites every nerve in your body, raises the hairs on your skin. You stumble around a mausoleum, and thatâs precisely when a looming shadow figure steps right in front of you. Clawed hands solidify out of the darkness, clad in heavy rings, and grab you by the waist.
âEddie!â you screech as he materializes in his full form, monstrously large and covered in writhing, living tattoos. Enormous pointed horns and sharp teeth, black bat wings curling around you as he pulls you into him with a grin.
âYou know you canât hide from me,â he purrs at you in his low, demonic voice, and it might come off as disconcerting if you werenât entirely in love with him. If you didnât know that his claws will never bring you any pain that you donât want, and his wings caging you in only serve to protect you, rather than imprison you.
You press in close to his hot chest, smelling his smoke and his aether, near purring, yourself. âThank God for small favors.â
Eddie laughs, dragging his hand up to cradle the back of your skull. He bends down and kisses you sweetly, in a way that disarms you. So much more tender than you expected, savoring and long. He gives a deep sigh, and looks down at you with his beautifully glowing eyes, swirling with lava and ash, warm and near doting. âMuch more romantic, huh?â
âOh, yeah,â you scoff, glancing around at the lonely tombstones in the darkness. âReal inviting spot you picked, honey.â
âI knew youâd like it,â he murmurs. And then sharper, when a mischievous grin crosses his face.
And he grabs you by the hips and spins you around to throw you down across the steps of a mausoleum.
âWhatâ Eddie?!â Your stomach hits granite, your hands slapping against the hard, cold stone beneath you. Your knees brush the edge of a step and you squeak at the shock of the temperature, but something long and thin like rope wraps around your thigh and yanks you back towards him, spreading your thighs and making you collapse forward, your torso bumping the stone.Â
You yelp. âDo you have a tail?â Â
âSurprise, surprise,â Eddie murmurs into your ear. Then he drops the seductive tone to add, âKinda cool, isnât it?âÂ
You find yourself giggling, pushing backward to press into his warm chest. Heâs so big in his true formâ hulking, like all of his bones have to grow in order to accommodate the amount of power he emanates. He crowds you, hovering over your bent body on the steps. âI fucking love it.â
âI know you do,â he hums. His tail, still wrapped around your thigh, pulls your leg until your knees widen. A quiet gasp leaves you when his hand, large and weaponized with sharp claws, cups your sticky cunt. âThink I canât tell how much you fuckinâ love this? You were just made to be my whore, werenât you?â
His teeth scrape your shoulder as he rubs your pussy, his whole hand rocking between your legs and kicking up a lewd squelch into the air. You choke, arching your back and wiggling your hips further toward his.Â
âPlease, Edâ fuck!â He replaces his hand with his cock, and the moan you make is pornographic. Your breasts scrape against the stone underneath you, your nipples hard from the cold and the rough texture of it. The chill is fading, slowly being warmed by your body and his, practically burning hot in comparison to it.Â
His cock glides teasingly through your folds, making you keen softly; the sound still echoes, bouncing off the granite and into the cavernous mausoleum, louder than hell. Straight ahead is an abyss full of the dead.Â
Eddie pauses. âYou know, it occurs to me that this is technically our wedding nightâ I mean, right?âÂ
âOh, nevermind about that,â you huff, wiggling your hips back against him. Heâs right there, and youâre so fucking wound up that you canât bring yourself to have a goddamn conversation at a time like this. âJustâ dammit, Eddie, fuck me already.â
âNo, I mean, really,â he muses, still not moving. You groan. âLike, if we got married on the dark moon, then isnât this technically the consummation? I mean I know we already fucked and everything last nightââ
You growl and jam your hips back against his. âEddie, shut the fuckââ
His clawed hand clamps down over your mouth. You squeak, and then roll your eyes as he continues, âPrepare for the first day of the rest of your life. Thatâs how it goes, right? Orâ no, wait. Thatâs not for weddingsâŠâ
You slam your hands down on the granite, roaring as hard as you can against his hand while you writhe back against him, trying to get the words that are running around in your brain across without saying them. The empty mausoleum creates an echo chamber that throws the sound of your roar back at you.Â
Eddie obviously gets the message, because he chuckles and pinches your cheeks between his fingers. His claws press into your skin as he tuts, âYou want to fuck me so bad youâre gonna throw a tantrum about it? Really?â Â
You whimper, shaking your head slightly but still trying to force back against him. His tail yanks your legs further apart, making you lose your little bit of balance and slip back down against the granite again.Â
âOh no no, baby, that wonât do,â Eddie coos, sounding so saccharine sweet, but you donât think thereâs anything sweet about what heâs thinking. âLook around. Youâre in my house now, and I get all night to fuck that attitude out of you. Consider this a courtesy.âÂ
And then he all but slams his cock into you in one go, throwing you forward across the steps with a wail that could scare all the ghosts back into their graves. He doesnât give you time to adjustâ just starts fucking into you with abandon, letting you scratch at the granite beneath you while you scream from the overstimulation.Â
Youâre so sensitive after having gone a full day in heat, even though heâd given you everything you wanted and more last night. Heâd been so gentle and giving, made love to you slowly and passionately on the cheap mattress in your motel room, careful to make sure you didnât burn that place down.Â
Thereâs nothing of the sweet and slow of last night when he weaves his fingers into your hair and yanks your head back by the roots, growling, âSay, âThank you, Eddie.ââ
âThank you, Edâ FUCK!â You moan obscenely loud, arching your back as your eyes nearly cross. His brutal pace is too much all at once, making you go slack, literally fucking you dumb.Â
You canât think. You drop your head onto the granite step beneath you and just let him use your body, because nothing in heaven or on earth will ever feel as good as it.Â
In Hell, maybe.Â
âThatâs it,â Eddie snarls at you, with the sound of skin on skin filling the air as punctuation. âLittle brat always telling me to shut upâ howâs it feel when I do it to you, huh?â Â
He strokes over something inside you that makes you lose all train of thought. Fire burns inside you, your voice cracking as you moan, rutting back against him to get him to hit there againâ
And Eddie snatches you by the hips and lifts you until your back is entirely against him as he pounds into you. Manhandling you until you canât move or kick, you just have to stay and take it.Â
âStay down, like a good fucking girl,â he spits, his fangs scraping your shoulderblade as he bends over you. Your hand wraps around the edge of one of the steps, nails scratching audibly against it.
His balls slap your clit from each angle, and a moan dies with a squeak in your throat when he hits your g spot again, making you contort and writhe despite his hold. Eddie hisses behind you, feeling you tighten on his cock, his breath breaking across your skin in waves of warmth.
âRight there, sweetheart?â The snicker in his voice is infuriating. Youâd snap at him if you werenât unable to speak from the way that he fucks into you again with the same fluid motion, making stars burst behind your eyelids. His breath hitches, an audible groan in his throat when he says, âLove all those little noises you make when youâre getting fucked dumb. I could do this for ages, baby, you have no ideaââÂ
âOh fuck, please, Eddieââ Youâre so wet, the sound of the slickness of it nearly echoes in the cavern of the mausoleum. Your face burns, your body breaking out into a sweat.
âMmm, what is it?â Eddieâs clawed hand comes up to wrap around your throat, completely eclipsing it and pulling you to him. âWhat more do you need, huh?â
Itâs like the minute he finds the pace and angle that has you mindless, he focuses all his energy on it. You feel like youâre melting, your body turning into that same lava he embodies and molding with his own. Spinning and swirling until youâve fused together and nothing can separate you.
You let out a noisy whine. âN-needâ I need to cuâ hmmââ
Eddie croons, âYeah? Little witch needs to cum? Gone all day without it, you just have to cum so soon?â Â
Your eyes nearly roll back into your skull when his wings slam down on either side of you, cracking the stone steps you lean on with the force. He uses his free hand to stroke down your tummy, over your pelvis to where the lips of your pussy part around his cock. Eddie parts his fingers, gliding them around the seam of your cunt to feel the way that he pumps in and out of you, your body stretching to make room for him.Â
âYou think you deserve it?â He whispers threateningly, beginning a torturous back and forth with his fingers, avoiding your clit entirely. You donât think you can stand much more teasingâ everything in you is wound up tight and ready to snap, your toes curling hard as your muscles flex in warning.
âYesâ yes, Eddie, for the love of fuââ You get cut off because Eddie squeezes your throat a little bit, making your sentence die with a moan.
âJust do one thing for me,â he rasps, sounding wretched and beautiful and so close to losing it, himself.Â
âAnything, Iâll do anythingââ
The push and pull is intoxicating. You feel ecstasy vibrating in your limbs, removing any other thought or sensation from you until all you can focus on is him. Eddie, your demon, the one who was made for you and the one who was fated to be brought to you.Â
âSay that you love me again,â Eddie says, a gentle waver in his voice that makes your breath hitch and your heart race. âTell me again, I want to hear it.â
You were always going to end up here. It just so happens that you came together sooner, rather than later.Â
âI love you,â you whisper back, and it feels like your entire body will burst with the intensity of it. And he kisses your shoulder once, just enough for you to know that he heard you. Enough for you to know that in spite of his teasing and his mind games, this is the truth.
âI love you so much,â Eddie tells you as his breath ghosts your ear, lighting a fire beneath your skin. And his fingers drift up to your clit.
When you cum, itâs with a cry that resounds in the cavernous chamber of the mausoleum and bounces back out into the hazy night. He grips your hips hard and fucks you through it. You feel lazy, sated, unable to move or speak or do anything other than take everything he gives you with weak whimpers that sound so much louder to your ears than they actually are.Â
Eddie growls and fills you, until you drip with him and the evidence of what you did here; the first of many full moons to come.
He cradles you there on the mausoleum steps, giving you sweet kisses as your body stills and lowers into a thick, post-orgasmic lull. You curl into his warmth, naked in the pale moonlight and shivering a bit from the early autumn chill.
âHey, you knowâŠâ Eddie says after a moment, pulling you from the soft refrain of your thoughts, âI wasnât entirely kidding about this being⊠my house. I guess.â
âYou live in a fuckinâ mausoleum?â You slur tiredly, your head lolling to the side to look up at him.
âWhat? No, not theââ he sighs. âWeâre, ah. Technically in the Otherworld right now.â
âOh.â You blink up at him, watching the way the embers in his eyes swirl and glow bright orange. âOh?â
âYeah,â he scoffs, a bit of a half laugh that lets you know heâs embarrassed. As embarrassed as a demon can be, more or less. âItâs kind of where stories of the Witchesâ Sabbath come from. Certain rituals⊠when the demon is present⊠they take place in the Otherworld.â
âAnd what does that mean?â You whisper up at him with a conspiratory grin.
âJust look.â Eddie gently tilts your head up, prodding you to look out across the cemetery. And you gasp.
Spirits. Ghosts and ghouls and the like. They mingle among the stones, the above ground tombs, the trees. A bonfire in the distanceâ the near distance, just in the treelineâ shows you another rite happening. Another sabbath.Â
There are more witches in Eastwick than you thought.
âHoly shit,â you breathe, sitting up in Eddieâs arms. Mist hangs in the air, getting thicker the more your presence within the realm solidifies. Everything is eerie, foggy like itâs happening in a dream.Â
âA lot more fun than your standard crossroads,â he muses. âAm I right?â
You glance back at Eddie, all scars and horns and sharp teeth, but looking no less beautiful than he always does. Youâve chosen the prettiest of all the demons, youâre sure of it.
Or, is it that he chose you? Or⊠werenât you chosen for each other?
A little figure materializes in the darkness, galloping toward you on tiny legs that donât seem to touch the ground. The smoky figure of the Dachshund shifts in and out of focusâ sheâs getting the hang of manifestation, slowly but surely. Itâll take more work, but sheâll get there.
âLacey?â you whisper, bending forward to let the little figure sniff your hand. She doesnât need to, though. She barrels toward your hand and bonks into it at full force, her smoky head dissipating for a second with her excitement. Despite how much you wish you could pet her, you giggle, and it sounds echoey and strange in the liminal atmosphere. âOh my gosh, I missed you so much.âÂ
âShe missed you, too,â Eddie says fondly, twirling a lock of hair at the base of your neck around one of his clawed fingers. âShe might have to wait a little bit until she can hang with you in your realm, but as long as youâre hereâŠâ
He trails off, watching as Lacey yaps and happily runs back and forth in front of your legs, excited to see you again.
âWell, itâs only appropriate, considering who brought us together,â Eddie concludes, chuckling a little when she tries to jump on your legs and still passes right through them. âLacey, she isnât from this realm. You wonât be able to cuddle just yet. Awwâ sheâll get there. Sheâs a smart one.â
You turn to gaze at him, teary-eyed and lovestruck in spite of your surroundings. âWhat do we do now?â You ask him shyly, in a whisper, as if youâre afraid that one of the spirits will hear you and take exception. As if you didnât already fuck nasty right in front of them.
Eddie smiles, and the embers in his eyes explode into picture perfect fires. Roaring with love and affection. âWhatever you want, baby.â
Thereâs a rhythmic drumbeat from within the trees, where the witches dance around the fire with their respective demonsâ just as you always imagined a stereotypical witchâs Sabbath might look like, if old accounts from ye olden days held any merit. You tug Eddie by the arms, leading him toward the bonfire, the drums mimicking the rhythmic thump of your own heart. Lacey excitedly zips around your ankles, passing directly through them in her haste on occasion.
You dance.
And you dance.
And you fuck on the tomb of some guy named Roland, whose stands off to the side as a ghost, glaring at you the whole time. You donât care at all. Youâre looking at Eddie the whole time, anyways.
Heâs everything you could have wanted and more.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#tdik!fic#stranger things fic#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#demon!eddie munson#demon!eddie#roses*
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shut up and dance - walk the moon
In my empires 1 playlist this is the song for Lizzie and Joel's wedding!!
[ID: a traditional drawing of empires smp season one Lizzie and Joel, dancing together, Lizzie is wearing her wedding dress, as well as all the gifts from her bridesmaids. End ID.]
(Still open for these, send me a number 1 - 237 and I'll draw something based on the song in my empires 1 playlist!)
#empires smp#esmpblr#esmp s1#empires fanart#ldshadowlady fanart#ldshadowlady#empires lizzie#ocean queen lizzie#smallishbeans fanart#smallishbeans#empires joel#king joel of mezalea#shadowbeans#jizzie#fawn.art
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Reading SVSSS: Chapter 10
For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!
If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.
Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.
I am so stoked for this chapter! I've been really getting into the story to the point that I want to read multiple chapters per day (I COULD but I also want to be able to take notes- so I cannot realistically with the amount of hours in a day I have) BUT I will continue with one a day.
Normally I have hot drinks while reading, but I am dehydrated as fuck, so take this as your (mostly mine, but also your) reminder to drink some water.
Let's get into it!
Wait! Like three seconds in and we are starting off strong! How can Sha Hualing control Shen Qingqiu??? p213
Holy shit, even in his new body he's being poisoned. I suppose, theoretically, if there is a person who never gets poisoned, there must be a person, statistically, who always get's poisoned. p214
Shen Qingqiu (probably): if I had a dime for every time I had demonic blood poisoning me I would have two, and that's not a lot, but fucked up it happened twice. LOL
also Shen Qingqiu (probably at this point): "and this is how I was abducted and then became a qi sex slave for a half demon cultivator" p214
Omg also, the fact that Sha Hualing tried to plant a fake SQQ to try and appease Luo Binghe. RIP to her this time for almost (accidentally) doing it again. no wonder Luo Binghe is so pissed! pp216-217
Oh god. SQQ probably doesn't die here but it would be equally terrible and funny if after all of this, second body and all, like less than 2 days in, Luo Binghe just accidentally destroys SQQ. immediate end of story p217
Well- the system is now fixed! p220
and now shen qingqiu is wearing basically a veil, oh my. p222
(Okay unrelated but related to the veil, I desperately need some arranged marriage au's. I am so ready to read the heck out of this pairing when I'm done the books).
I have a sneaking suspicion that this man (SQQ) does a terrible job of hiding his identity. "he just had to be especially careful so Luo Binghe didn't discover that he'd pull off a great escape using the Son-Moon Dew Mushrooms". p222
He really needs a better name than peerless cucumber. LOL I can't every time he introduces himself. p223
oh no, baby Luo Binghe has been mourning this entire time. p224
You know what, I'm not even mad that Little Palace Mistress is in this awful state, she is a vile character that has not grown on me at all. p226
Yeah Shen Qingqiu he definitely did not end up with any of the women because he has been super mourning for you my guy. (not that he knows this because he is oblivious af) pp228-229
Oh. My. God. This man really thinks that Luo BInghe is asexual. I can't wait till he finds out. LOL p230
Oooo! Another dream realm sequence p231
oh and we have two SQQ's (again I need this fanfiction)
aaaaaah luo binghe has clocked the real SQQ p236
Okay okay, he thinks this SQQ is part of the dream and does not know he is indeed the real deal. thank fuck for SQQ's sake I guess p236-237
Oop. now this guys is "yes and"ing Luo Binghe in the dream. Oh gosh I hope this ends alright. p237
The head pats! p238
OH MY GOD p239
DREAM REALM KISS??????!!!!!!!!!!!!! p239
(AHAHAAA his face in the art tho)
LOL the system p239
Bro just found out why Luo Binghe had no wives and is GOOPED. He really found out in the worst of ways for him ahahahahahahahah I am CACKLING p241
I truly don't know how these two end up together with SQQ not vibing at all. is it Stockholm syndrome? like I genuinely do not know how SQQ ends up realizing his emotions for this man.
SQQ is literally saved by the bell in this one. p242
Liu Qingge is here?!?!? has he been trying to avenge SQQ this entire time? p243
Ah, Fuck!
SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED.
We have a kiss, we have a SQQ now trying to be sneaky, I honestly don't know how this man is going to stay hidden- if at all.
And next chapter we have a showdown ?!?!?!?
#bloopitynoot reads svsss#svsss spoilers#mxtx svsss#svsss#YALL#I am still reeling over that dream kiss#SQQ is going to need to figure out his shit and fast#scum villain#scum villian self saving system
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Introductory Post
Hello, and welcome to my blog! Above is an infographic I've made detailing the Milky Way as well as the commonality of life and intelligence itself across the galaxy, which will serve as an important base of reference for all else I plan to post on this blog. I won't say much in reference to this image that isn't already included in the infographic, so I'll go on to explain what my project is about, which I will elaborate on with future posts:
In short, the primary focus of my speculative biology sci-fi project takes place around the mid-Centaurus arm, as indicated on the infographic, in a region of the galaxy locally known as "Ruminaaan Space", which is the single largest interstellar community in the history of the Milky Way! Although the majority of these Ruminaaan residents have only began their joint interstellar societies within the past 3,000 years, an ongoing battle has been waging for the past billion years and counting between a species known as the Yn and an entity known as Xii, and while I'll leave more detailed elaborations for future posts, this is a story of a single species divided and disfigured by their own conflicts and the long-term consequences it holds on their stellar neighbours, even one billion years later.
Onto the blog itself, to help with organisation, I will use the following tags on my posts:
#Alien Person Asks (for when I answer asks in my inbox (feel free to send any if you want to know more about my world!)), #Ruminaaan Theomachy (for posts relating to the central aliens of my project and the communities they've built), #Alien Person Spec Bio (for posts relating to the more biological aspects of my worldbuilding) and #Alien Person Worldbuilding (for other posts about miscellaneous or more general features of my worldbuilding process)
Besides transcripts for the featured image, that's all for my introductory post, so stay tuned for more!
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The Milky Way The Milky Way is a spiral galaxy about 100,000 light years across, which happens to be the galaxy in which Humans are located, as well as over a couple hundred other intelligent species. The galaxy is estimated to be about 13.6 billion years of age and has thus far been identified with two major arms (the Perseus and Scutum-Centaurus Arms) which branch off into many smaller minor arms.
The galaxy is estimated to contain anywhere between 100 to 400 billion stars, most of which host a minimum of one orbiting planet. Although on Earth many may consider the possibility of extraterrestrial life to be a rarity, it is more common than one may think, with there being roughly 14.33 billion planets and moons combined which host native life. However, only about 8.59 million of these worlds host multicellular life (around 0.06% out of the total life-bearing celestial bodies), which is due to eukaryotic multicellularity being a very challenging hurdle to get over for life everywhere for a variety of reasons.
This being said, approximately 91.67% of these worlds do host sapient life forms, as high intelligence is almost an inevitability with multicellular organisms given sufficient time, though an extremely lower fraction of these planets and moons are actually home to sophont, technological civilisations comparable to anything humanity has accomplished throughout the past 200,000 years, with there being only 237 star systems with native sophont life (as indicated by the bright white dots shown to the right), and 268 sophont species overall, accounting for only 0.000028% of worlds with multicellular lifeforms. Among these 268 civilisations, very few actually aspire to be spacefaring, with there being less than 40 such civilisations, such as the Jodomii or Sirt, who even have space programs to begin with. Most either do not have the desire to explore outer space, as is the case with the Shreau, Uut, Samrinians or Aniin, do not even have the means to discover that outer-space exists in the first place, such as the Fline or Udrae, who have limited or nonexistent vision, or the Katudit, who live in the subglacial oceans of a rogue planet, or may never leave their home planets for any other multitude of reasons.
While the abundance of technological, cultured civilisations across the Milky Way is fortunately higher than most may be led to believe, itâs important to keep in mind the fact that the space which separates the majority of these civilisations is tremendous, with even the closest being hundreds of light years apart. Despite this, only four interspecies interstellar communities have managed to spring up across the interstellar medium (not counting the Yuruuc, who have yet to encounter any other intelligent species despite how far they have dispersed throughout their corner of the Outer Arm), which is simply due to the fact that interstellar travel is nigh-impossible without the use of warp technology, though only one of these such communities has managed to grow to such an extensive size which incorporates over a dozen unique civilisations; Ruminaaan Space. Ruminaaan Space (the blue area marked along the mid-Centaurus Arm) is the single largest community of interstellar civilisations with the widest reach in interstellar space in the entire history of the Milky Way thus far, with the Boueue and Scerere only having came into contact nearly 3,000 years ago. This region of the Milky Way will be the main focus of my ongoing project, titled âRuminaaan Theomachyâ, as youâll all get to see more of as time goes on, so stay tuned, and welcome to the Ruminaaan Theomachy project!
{Milky Way Labels Transcript}:
Norma Arm, Sagittarius Arm, Perseus Arm, Orion Spur, Scutum-Centaurus Arm, Outer Arm
{Sophont Labels Transcript}:
Scerere, Boueue, Udrae, Samrinians & Aniin, Shreau, Jodomii, Humanity, Sirt, Yuruuc, Fline, Katudit, Uut
#specbio#speculative biology#speculative evolution#speculative zoology#alien species#spec evo#xenobio#xenobiology#Alien Person Worldbuilding#Ruminaaan Theomachy#worldbuilding#sci-fi#science fiction#infographic#milky way#galaxy#the milky way#alien#aliens
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Official Flannery Cards from the Pokémon TCG
Gym Badge (XY-P) - XY Promo Torkoal (237) - Sun & Moon: Cosmic Eclipse Trainer Gallery Flannery (139, 191 and 215) - Sword & Shield: Chilling Reign
#card database#pokemon#pokemon tcg#pokemon cards#pokemon flannery#flannery#card#pokemon rse#pokemon oras#torkoal
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Oh you all like data, do you?
Well here, the 100 wrestlers with the highest votes across my main 3 tournaments (Plus a few extra cause ties) as voted by 123,607 votes from tumblr users just like you
Willow Nightingale - 1870 (AEW)
Eddie Kingston - 1617 (AEW)
Danhausen - 1358 (AEW)
Orange Cassidy - 1244 (AEW)
Chuck Taylor - 1017 (AEW)
Athena - 796 (AEW)
Hikaru Shida - 755 (AEW)
Rhea Ripley - 742 (WWE)
Samoa Joe - 731 (AEW)
Sami Zayn - 720 (WWE)
Bryan Danielson - 711 (AEW)
Kenny Omega - 660 (NJPW)
Jamie Hayter - 653 (AEW)
Nyla Rose - 592 (AEW)
Kris Statlander - 586 (AEW)
Riho - 560 (AEW)
Hook - 552 (AEW)
MJF - 549 (AEW)
Jon Moxley - 535 (AEW)
Anthony Bowens - 529 (AEW)
Emi Sakura - 528 (AEW)
Mr Brodie Lee - 501 (AEW)
Adam Cole & Stokely Hathaway - 490 (AEW)
Hiroshi Tanahashi - 467 (NJPW)
Wheeler Yuta - 459 (AEW)
Jay White - 450 (AEW)
Samoa Joe - 446 (WWE)
Zack Sabre Jr - 441 (NJPW)
Christian Cage - 437 (AEW)
Dean Ambrose, Naomi & Penta El Zero Miedo - 432 (WWE, WWE & AEW)
Bray Wyatt - 427 (WWE)
Shawn Michaels - 421 (WWE)
Eddie Guerrero - 420 (WWE)
Malakai Black - 414 (AEW)
Chuck Taylor - 408 (NJPW)
Jade Cargill - 406 (AEW)
Dalton Castle - 402 (AEW)
El Desperado - 401 (NJPW)
Mick Foley - 392 (WWE)
Asuka - 389 (WWE)
Maki Itoh - 384 (AEW)
Nick Jackson - 383 (AEW)
Jay White - 380 (NJPW)
Anna Jay - 376 (AEW)
Becky Lynch - 370 (WWE)
Billy Gunn - 365 (AEW)
Billy Gunn - 356 (WWE) this is the funniest thing in the world to me
Mustafa Ali & R Truth - 354 (WWE)
Kevin Owens - 348 (WWE)
Minoru Suzuki - 344 (NJPW)
The Undertaker - 342 (WWE)
Cody Rhodes - 341 (WWE)
Seth Rollins - 339 (WWE)
Juice Robinson - 338 (AEW)
Mercedes Martinez - 337 (AEW)
Damian Priest - 335 (WWE)
Toni Storm - 333 (AEW)
Xavier Woods - 329 (WWE)
Evil Uno & Sonny Kiss - 328 (AEW)
Katsuyori Shibata - 325 (NJPW)
CM Punk - 322 (AEW)
Willow Nightingale - 319 (NJPW)
Sting - 312 (WWE)
Iyo Sky - 310 (WWE)
Max Caster - 307 (AEW)
Hiromu Takahashi & Kofi Kingston- 306 (NJPW & WWE)
Bret Hart & Swerve Strickland - 305 (WWE & AEW)
Kazuchika Okada - 304 (NJPW)
The Bunny - 300 (AEW)
Brody King - 297 (AEW)
Mark Davis - 291 (AEW)
Owen Hart & Penelope Ford - 290 (WWE & AEW)
El Phantasmo - 288 (NJPW)
Wheeler Yuta - 287 (NJPW)
Hirooki Goto, Drew McIntyre & Roderick Strong- 285 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)
Ricky Starks - 279 (AEW)
Sting & Ruby Soho- 278 (AEW)
AJ Lee - 277 (WWE)
Bianca Belair - 275 (WWE)
Randy Orton & Kiera Hogan - 273 (WWE & AEW)
Sheamus - 269 (WWE)
Tomohiro Ishii - 265 (NJPW)
Owen Hart & Rey Mysterio - 264 (NJPW & WWE)
Luchasaurus - 263 (AEW)
Shota Umino - 262 (NJPW)
Matt Jackson - 261 (AEW)
Cesaro - 255 (WWE)
Scott Hall & Serpentico - 252 (WWE & AEW)
KENTA & Dusty Rhodes - 251 (NJPW & WWE)
Goldust & William Regal - 250 (WWE) father & son separated by 1 vote
Ember Moon - 249 (WWE)
Will Ospreay & Jey Uso - 248 (NJPW & WWE)
Shinsuke Nakamura - 247 (WWE)
Sasha Banks - 246 (WWE)
Chyna & The Butcher - 245 (WWE & AEW)
Hangman Page & Eddie Kingston - 243 (NJPW)
Clark Connors & Thunder Rosa - 240 (NJPW & AEW)
Satoshi Kojima, AJ Styles & Yuka Sakazaki - 239 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)
Kyle Fletcher - 237 (AEW)
Dolph Ziggler - 234 (WWE)
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë BREAK THE CURSE is the second full studio album by DREAMCHIC. the album was released under fleury records on august 17, 2024. consisting of ten tracks in total, featuring its two title tracks MIDAS TOUCH and SUPERNOVA 2 and a promotional single titled 365, dreamchic went onto promote BTC for a total of ten weeks.
BTC would prove to be the quartets best performing piece of work yet, reaching over 5 million unit sales in total, 237 PAKs, and a total of 20 music show wins â midas touch with 7 wins, supernova 2 with 10 wins, and 365 with 3 wins.
this era would also become dreamchicâs longest promotional period, spanning just a little over 10 weeks. the music video for supernova 2 was released on august 14 â performed and promoted for 4 weeks. the music video for midas touch was released with the album on august 17 â performed and promoted for 4 weeks. a surprise music video for 365 was released on august 22 â performed and promoted for 2 weeks.
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TRACKLISTING
01. MIDAS TOUCH. prod. mickey moon, kyrie han ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, kwon yejun
02. SUPERNOVA 2. prod. mickey moon, addy, ichiro nakayama ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, ichiro nakayama
03. 365. prod. mickey moon, kyrie han ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, natalia hwang
04. BAD ROMANCE. prod. mickey moon, addy ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, HYORIN, hailey seo
05. CRAZY SEXY HOT. prod. kyrie han, mickey moon ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, hailey seo, kyrie han
06. MAKE YOU CRY. prod. mickey moon, LONDON ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, chen zhiruo
07. GUESS. prod. mickey moon, LONDON ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, hailey seo
08. TRUTH BE TOLD. prod. addy ⊠lyrics. mickey moon, LONDON
09. TOUCH MY BODY. prod. mickey moon, ichiro nakayama ⊠lyrics. hailey seo
10. LET ME IN. prod. mickey moon ⊠lyrics. mickey moon
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COMPOSITION, CONCEPT, AND PRODUCTION
BREAK THE CURSE is an album best defined by its hyperpop, electropop, and clubpop flare. almost all tracks were written and produced by DREAMCHICâS main rapper and lead vocalist MICKEY MOON. mickey has went onto express that her main inspiration behind the sound and direction for the album was the clubbing and raving scene. in an interview, she states: âweâve been working really diligently on this album for awhile now, and we felt that there was no better time to release it like now. as for the inspiration behind the creative processâŠâ she laughs trying to choose her next words carefully. âi really got inspired by the partying scene. i wanted to make music that i could party toâŠi really like the vibe of raving, notânot to say that iâve been partying or anything,â she laughs again alongside her members, attempting to explain in the best way possible. âbut i would best describe this as a party album that you can play in clubs or when you just want to dance. we had a lot of fun making this album. i would say break the curse in its entirety has brought us even closer and has been our best creative session to date.â
additionally, BTC has quickly become a fan favorite and a staple in both pop culture and the music industry. the era has gotten the internet talking with the fashion choices, music videos, concepts, and lyrics. the lyrics in certain tracks have raised several brows and has been at the center of many discussions with netizens and fans alike. for example, TRACK SEVEN: GUESS, has received an abundance of love from fans, going viral, and being one of the highest charting songs on the album â peaking at #2. however, many have also questioned the lyrics. some lines in particular that created quite the stir being: âyou wanna guess the color of my underwear, you wanna know what iâve got going on down thereâŠâ these lyrics have brought the girls a lot of judgement in spite of its massive popularity. a lot of netizens even going as far as to scrutinize them for being too âprovocative,â however stronger words were often used. when asked about the lyrics, mickey moon responded: âwe were just messing around in the studio. âjust having fun and, like, greatness just popped into our head regardless of the lyrics. itâs just spontaneous and fun.â though, hailey had a spicier response in comparison: âi mean, the lyrics are there! we all know what they mean but at the same timeâŠiâm grown! so is mickey and likeâitâs not like the lyrics are a lie!â the lyrics for the promo single 365 were also questioned for their âallusionâ to drug use (especially considering natalia hwang having a hand in the writing process) but the girls never spoke on it.
aside from this, the concepts and music videos were highly praised for the production quality and aesthetic. dreamchic utilized a concept heavily influenced by the culture and fashion of the 2000âs, most commonly a term often recognized as mcbling. below, you can find a collection of photos that emulates the overall concept for BTC:
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ERA NOTES
001. this era literally opened doors for the dreamchic girls. dreamchic was already a big name in their generation, but this era was something totally different. something shifted when this came out. once again, both ENVIE and DREAMCHIC were pitted against one another (nobodyâs surprised) but this time was different. it felt more personal, which some fans could pick up on, due to a few incidents that happened. though it seemed to be a tough battle when both of them had comebacks only a few days apartâpre-sales only being different by half a million salesâwhen it was all said and done dreamchic won by a landslide! it was a victory for the girls and dreamers.
002. the promotion period was one for the books, lasting for a little over ten weeks total; filled with radio show appearances, variety show appearances, performances, music videos, commercial films, brand deals, editorials, livestreams, and so much more.
003. the members were evidently closer. not to say that they werenât close already, but you can tell that the behind the scenes created an extremely strong bond between them. this coalition brought some solo stans togetherâŠthatâs saying A LOT.
004. another thing that showed how much fun they had behind the scenes was the live listening party they hosted on FLORYVERSE. you could really see how passionate they were in the songs and how they would dance and sing along to the songs they enjoyed the most together. it was a real fun time like damn these girls are really a family đ„Č
005. even though they had a lot of fun with this release, they also worked a lot. like they were being overworked but they didnât complain. all the months before were literally all just dedicated to producing, writing, dance rehearsals, filming, etc. very little time for sleeping and eating, just sneaking in naps and snacks on set or for a couple of minutes in between rehearsals.
006. all members except hana took part in writing at least one track on the album. mickey, of course, wrote and produced all tracks (aside from truth be told though she did take part in writing it). hailey has credits on four tracks and ruo has credits on one track but sheâs also participated in a lot of decision making when it came to composition. but where hana lacked in the writing department, she had a hand in choreographing. though they had a choreographer, it was left to hana to revise the demos for 365, SUPERNOVA 2, and MIDAS TOUCH.
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Iâm re-reading All Systems Red, and:
Itâs actually quite interesting that of all the episodes of Sanctuary Moon Murderbot gives a number for in the books (All Systems Red-Netewprk Effect) episode 397 is the first one it mentions (start of All Systems Red, literally the second paragraph) and also the biggest number it mentions (the next highest number episode it mentions is 256, in Fugitive Telemetry)
Episodes it gives a number for:
Prequel, Compulsory: 44 â NB short story!
All Systems Red: 397
Artificial Condition: 206, 206, 179
Rogue Protocol: 1
Exit Strategy:
Network Effect: 174, 237, 241, 172
Fugitive Telemetry: 256, 132
System Collapse: 121, 206
In order: 1, 44, 121, 132, 172, 174, 179, 206, 206, 206, 237, 241, 256, 397
Iâve popped these into a meta which I just updated with System Collapse:
#murderbot#the murderbot diaries#murderbot diaries#murderbot meta#the ârise and fall of sanctuary moon#sanctuary moon#RaFoSM
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Context on the latest comics?
all the clara comics i've posted (including the earlier ones with floyd) are part of an au concept i've been developing with @thegoatsongs, one where both clara and varney survive their canon deaths and clara has to learn how to be a vampire. the latest set of comics center around clara tracking down varney, who is somewhere in naples recovering from the volcano, in order to confront him and convince him to teach her about the whole vampire thing. bevan is there as her escort. clara, knowing varney primarily as "guy who murdered her", was not expecting him to be so...mopey.
detailed outline of this au under the cut for anyone who's interested
so, as i've touched on in other posts, clara crofton's short-lived career as a vampire is kind of disappointing. she gets no speaking lines, no real autonomy, and her sole victim is a random village girl rymer made up on the spot, which to me is criminal misuse of the tools HE GAVE HIMSELF to work with, because clara has a younger sister. everything is lined up for an emotionally devastating clara arc that actually treats her like a character. all we have to do is revive her and varney from their canon deaths and keep the narrative rolling past chapter 237.
so. clara stumbles home one night, soaked to the skin and covered in mud and her own blood, disoriented and with no memory of what happened to her as a vampire. at this point, clara isn't aware she's died, nor that she's a vampire. she's cold and hungry and scared and confused, and she's positive something dreadful has happened to her to leave her in this state, but she doesn't know what it is.
her father, upon seeing her, pronounces that A Miracle Has Occurred! his daughter is alive and well! (he is in DEEP denial. clara's death and undeath did a number on his mental state.)
her family takes her inside, get her cleaned up and dressed and give her a hot meal. under the recommendation of dr. north, world champion of gaslighting, they don't tell her about the whole vampire episode. better to put that whole thing behind them as a bad dream. as sir george keeps insisting, she's clearly alive and well now...right?
she's not well. later that night, she throws up her meal. this quickly becomes a pattern--she can't keep any food down. dr. north puts her on increasingly more restricted diets in an attempt to find some way to keep her fed, but her health continues to decline. her temperature drops, her pulse grows slow and erratic, and she gradually becomes weaker and weaker.
and then one night, clara awakens to the full moon shining through her bedroom window, and a raging hunger, or perhaps thirst, inside her. what happens next, she doesn't entirely remember. she only knows that when she comes to, her hunger is gone, and she feels better than she has in weeks...standing over her sister's bed, with blood on her hands and face. her sister, emma, is bleeding from her neck.
there is no more hiding the truth from clara. her brothers tell her everything, while dr. north sees to emma's injury. no one here knows very much about vampires, so the question hangs over all their heads like an axe: what will happen to emma? will she die? will she turn?
And Then Clara Is Summoned To A Vampire Council. the vampires have caught wind of varney's death and are seeking to expand their ranks in his absence, so they're having another exhumation. clara takes the opportunity to try to learn a few things about Being A Vampire by asking them questions, but none of them are very helpful. several of them, who don't know much about varney other than "he's really old and infamous", express doubt that he could actually be finally dead. fearing what will happen when she next grows hungry, clara decides to take a risk and travel to naples in search of varney, hoping he will give her answers.
she opts to travel with mr. bevan since he managed to have something of a rapport with varney before he died. she's still terrified of varney and hopes having bevan there will decrease the chances of Something Bad Happening. assuming varney survived, that is.
this brings us to the latest round of comics, in which clara finally tracks down varney's temporary residence in naples, steeling herself to come face to face with her killer--only to find him having Depression Time on the floor.
the guilt over clara's death was already eating him alive before she turned up in person. he's not taking this meeting well. eventually he does pull himself together enough to answer her questions, and turns out to be much more helpful than the other vampires.
#ask#lore#clara crofton#sir francis varney#dr. north#mr. bevan#emma crofton#sir george crofton#this is a rymer hate blog
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Muzan with a daughter whose handwriting is ABSOLUTELY fucking atrocious
â Muzan with a daughter who has atrocious handwriting âĄâ§âË âwordcount: 237 words âwarnings: n/a Ⱐ†Request here
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Please I giggled when I saw this one
Muzan would probably have the best handwriting. His would look so pretty or formal, and then there's his daughter, who writes as if she was only a toddler. Yes, it was that bad.
I can imagine him just watching her trying to write, staring at her horrible writing with a blank face as she struggles-
Muzan is blunt, so he would straight up tell her just how bad her handwriting is, which he knows would hurt her, but he was just being honest.
He'd probably spend most of his free time trying to help her improve her handwriting cause he was just tired of looking at it.
He knew that it was going to take time, a lot of it, but even small improvements would be enough for him.
Muzan wouldn't punish her or anything if her progress was slow or if she was continuing to struggle even after he tried to help her. It just means that she needs other ways to learn, and he knows that people and demons have their own ways of learning things.
If he was busy with something but he still wanted her to work on her writing, he'd leave her in the care of one of her upper moons, Kokushibo being the best choice and Akaza being a close second. There is no way that he would trust Douma around his daughter.
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Avengers Epic Collection Volume 13: âSeasons of the Witchâ by Roger Stern, Mark Gruenwald, Al Milgrom, John Byrne and more. Cover by Milgrom. Out in November.
"The old order changeth once again! The Avengers welcome the powerful new Captain Marvel, Monica Rambeau, into their ranks â just in time to witness the trial of Hank Pym, one of their stalwart members! Then, Thanos' fun-loving brother Starfox joins the roster for an adventure to the Inhumans' refuge on the moon and an uncanny team-up with the Fantastic Four that will have lasting repercussions for the Vision! As the Scarlet Witch fears for her synthezoid husband, Doctor Strange seeks her aid on a search for the Darkhold! But will a cash-strapped Spider-Man find gainful employment as the newest Avenger? Super villains cause pandemonium at Project PEGASUS, and Hawkeye goes solo â but when Clint Barton meets Mockingbird, Cupid is the one firing all the arrows! Collecting AVENGERS (1963) #227-237 and ANNUAL (1967) #12, AMAZING SPIDER-MAN ANNUAL (1964) #16, FANTASTIC FOUR (1961) #256, DOCTOR STRANGE (1974) #60 and HAWKEYE (1983) #1-4."
#avengers epic collection#avengers#captain america#vision#she-hulk#the wasp#scarlet witch#thor#starfox#captain marvel#marvel#roger stern#mark gruenwald#al milgrom#john byrne#tpb#collected edition#marvel epic collection#books#comics
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Farewell to the moon and its nonsenseâ
Iâll hold stern
to a life of grand rest
and daylight
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Source text: Hemingway, Ernest. A Farewell To Arms. New York: Scribner, 1929. Print. Pg 237
#a farewell to arms#afarewelltoarms#ernest hemingway#hemingway#napowrimo#thepoeming#poetry#poems#banned books#found poetry#erasure poetry#erasures
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